Speaking of being eaten....there's suddenly the sound of shouting and something very, very big moving through the jungle.
Most people would take this opportunity to run the hell the other way. Annabelle....is not most people.
It doesn't take all that long to get close enough to catch a glimpse of the beast. It looks like something out of H.P. Lovecraft's fever dreams, an eyeless horror whose form wavers at the edges. Plant-life around it smokes and withers as its monstrous form passes over it. Up in the trees, warrior women are shouting at the thing, dodging it's attacks and watching their spears and arrows clatter off of it without leaving a mark.
To Annabelle's experienced eyes, it's clear that the women KNOW they can't kill this thing. If she had to hazard a guess, this is a suicide mission to draw this thing away from their tribe....
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Date: 2011-09-09 11:06 pm (UTC)Most people would take this opportunity to run the hell the other way. Annabelle....is not most people.
It doesn't take all that long to get close enough to catch a glimpse of the beast. It looks like something out of H.P. Lovecraft's fever dreams, an eyeless horror whose form wavers at the edges. Plant-life around it smokes and withers as its monstrous form passes over it. Up in the trees, warrior women are shouting at the thing, dodging it's attacks and watching their spears and arrows clatter off of it without leaving a mark.
To Annabelle's experienced eyes, it's clear that the women KNOW they can't kill this thing. If she had to hazard a guess, this is a suicide mission to draw this thing away from their tribe....