forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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At that point, the snake spoke. Its voice was odd and resonant. "I can hear yous. Why you fret so? I no hurt yous…….honest."

Tanrial let out a cross between a cough and a laugh, “A talking snake. In all my years… how can we know we can trust you?”

The snake poked out its tongue slightly and kept it there. "It iz not I who wants to do you a bad. I only wants to eat you. My hooman friends tho, they want to take all ur shiny stuff and give you the bigly spook. I no meanie like dat. I only want eat. Will be painless." It tried to give you an endearing stare and tilted its head coquettishly.

“Aha, yeah, about that. You wouldn’t want to eat us, we’re not nice. I’m really old I probably taste terrible, so do my friends.” She laughed a little.
(Sorry gtg, seeya later!)

(Okay later ^^)
"Oh, I don't knows. Don't be so hard on you selves. Most of the bad taste be from ur yucky clothes and thingz. Maybe yous could get rid of the yuck and that would solve everything!"

"Sorry I kinda need my clothes but I can't allow you to eat us, or your friends to steal our stuff, for that matter."

"Awww." The snake drooped sadly. "Okay."
It almost was that easy, but then there was a growling voice from behind them. "This is taking too long." A thwip sound came next, and an arrow suddenly blossomed from the snake's neck. Instantly it reared up with a loud hiss and bared its fangs, losing every trace of its friendly demeanor.
"Uh oh," Bernon said.

"Why can't anything be simple anymore?" Tanrial groaned and drew her sword.

"Just don't get penned in," Mike said, his voice rising as their attackers sprung from the trees. "Bernon, bear, now! We can't linger. Just break through and head east!"
"Alright!" Bernon changed form with a roar, keeping his head down to shield it from the arrows that now filled the air. Tanrial, look out for the snake!

"Where'd it even go?!" She said, but two of the attackers were already charging at her. Running straight at them, she kicked them to the ground with a giant thump before making sure they were thoroughly knocked out.

It shrank or something, I think, Bernon replied, throwing one bandit right over the cliff. Watch your back!
The snake's voice came again, angry and uncomfortably close. "Was it you that stuck ur little stinger in me, hooman girl? I will stick my chompers in you and you will be much the badly hurt!"

“It wasn’t me and I’m not human!” She whirled round to face the snake throwing her hand out and a gust of tight air tightened round it’s throat, “I’ll let go, but you can’t kill me, or my friends, you fight our attackers, got it?” She panted.

"I will fight all of yous," the snake spat, its eyes yellow slits of rage. "I will kill you all and eat your fleshes."

She tightened her grip, “No, you fight out attackers or I kill you.”

The snake choked slightly. "I will eats them first," it conceded, "Then come and find yous tomorrow."

“Fine, we’ll be long gone tomorrow anyway.” She let go.

Quick as a lash, the snake bodily leapt at the bandits, growing in midair and landing on three of them together. Mike saw his chance and darted off through the trees. "Come on!"

Tanrial ran after Mike, “Thanks…snake!” She called behind her.
(Seeya later!)

(slept in, sorry)
Bernon caught up with them a few seconds later, back in human form. "You guys okay?" he panted.

Tanrial nodded, “Yeah, but that snake said it’d follow us and eat us so we should keep moving.”

Mike nodded shortly, then turned and started half-sliding down the slope. "Let's get to low ground and find a stream. If we walk in the water for a mile or so, it'll lose our scent."
Bernon glanced at Mike as he followed him down the slope. "Your shoulder's bleeding."
Mike shook his head. "A scratch. It just looks bad. Hurry, we don't know whether or not the snake will stop to digest the bandits before it comes after us."

Tanrial wasn’t quite convinced but didn’t say anything. She stayed silent as they half walked, half slid down the slope. Soon the sound of the rushing river bellow grew louder as the drew closer.

Mike hopped into the rocky shallows and started wading along the bank, avoiding even touching the tree branches reaching out over the water. Bernon took up the rear, watching uneasily for signs of pursuit. "Do you think we can still make it to the cabin you mentioned, Mike?"
Mike had to raise his voice slightly to be heard. "If we follow this until the waterfall and then take a shortcut over the ridge of hills next to it, we should get there just before dark. Save some energy in case there's someone already there. If that's the case….we'll just camp in the woods out of sight and leave in the morning."

“Alright, is it highly likely someone will be at the cabin or not?” Tanrial asked, jumping over some slightly larger rocks.

"It's a 50/50 chance," Mike replied. "I've never met anyone there before, but this area's relatively crowded with travelers. It's a pretty secluded cabin in a spot you wouldn't expect, so I'm hoping that it's still undiscovered."

“Okay, that’s good… I guess.” She said. The travellers didn’t speak to each other for a little while. They weren’t in complete silence because of the running water but it was almost peaceful.
(Sorry gtg, seeya later!)

(Okay seeya ^^)
The current was very strong on the center of the river, and flowed towards them as they walked, so they had to tread carefully. At one point they startled a family of otters playing in the sandy shore. The mother squeaked and dove into the water, quickly followed by her six pups. Even as they swam away they nipped and squealed at each other, seeming mostly unafraid of the trespassers in their river.
After a little over an hour, Mike led them onto dry ground and began climbing the steep, wooded ground towards the top of the ridge. The air got cooler as they ascended, which was a relief as it decreased the amount of gnats and mosquitoes hovering around them. But it was still hard work, and several times they almost lost their footing on the slippery pine needles beneath their feet.

Tanrial keep one ear out for any other travelers near by, luckily there were none that she could hear. As the trek wore on, the sun began its slow descend of the horizon, bringing with it colours of red, golds and pinks. If they had to to spare they would have marveled at the beauty of it, by sadly they did not, needing to reach the cabin by nightfall.
Soon, the trees started to become denser as they walked, providing some cover for passing eyes. The twitter of birds diminished and soon the cooing of owls replaced them, ready to come out and hunt for the evening.
(Okay, happy birthday to your mum! See you tomorrow)