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Aruas Odd Encounter Sr Marija
In the bustling and deceptive security of Hart Avenue, Arua finds herself suddenly succumbing to an ominous dizziness that leads to her collapse into unconsciousness. Despite the busy crowd, her distress goes unnoticed, as if she were invisible, separated by an unseen barrier from the rest of the world. Soon darkness engulfs her, and the safety of the urban environment is replaced by the foreboding silence of an isolated cavelike structure by the sea. Bound and alone, Arua wakes in this desolate location, her voice hoarse and her body weak as she struggles against her restraints, her situation becoming more dire as the light dwindles and night approaches.
A chilling encounter unfolds as Arua notices a pair of luminously glowing, near-red eyes watching her from the shadows. A menacing growl accompanies the sight, freezing her in fear and causing her to inadvertently wet herself due to the overwhelming terror. Amid her fear and the cruel winter cold, another presence makes itself known. The footsteps of someone—or something—approach, accompanied by an outdated American accent that seems incongruous in the setting. Arua, with a trembling voice barely hiding her fear, utters the word "Lucky" as she desperately attempts to discern the identity of the newcomer while locked in the gaze of the beastly figure and its unyielding eyes. The conclusion of Arua's encounter in the cave remains shrouded in mystery, as her fate hangs by a thread in this nightmarish predicament.
(Arua's odd encounter(SRMarija):SRMarija)
[Sat Dec 9 2023]
On Hart Avenue
It is afternoon, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing.
(Your target has been kidnapped by a coven of witches. They must use their wits and limited resources to escape, or stall long enough for their allies to mount a rescue effort. The witches are planning a ritual sacrifice at the stroke of midnight which gives a sense of urgency to the encounter.)
Arua shivers in the cold, looking around at the dusk around her, clearly lost and trying to find her way. Her blue eyes squinted against the snow, and her whole form shaking from cold.
Standing on Hart Avenue with its bright lights and busy bustle of people should be a place of safety, even at dusk. It should be, shouldn't it? Welcome to Haven, Arua. As the young woman looks around, she starts to feel dazed, then dizzy, and then without much warning at all, her legs give out. Maybe she tries to speak, or to draw attention to herself, but nothing seems to be working right, at all. There's a shimmer, as if she's looking through mist at the others walking by, like they're on the wrong side of some sort of veil. They don't even seem to notice her. And then darkness slips in, and she passes out.
When Arua wakes, she finds herself in some sort of cavelike structure. The sound of waves indicates that the sea is quite near, but she's bound and alone, laying there in the sand. Her mouth is dry and her head pounds.
Arua pops her lips slightly. Clearly trying to gaze around. she strains at the bonds, as she notices them, but clearly lacks the strength to break them presently.
Arua says, Voice frayed, and possibly into a gag if her mouth is bound as well, "H-hello?"
Her mouth isn't gagged. Arua can speak at will and that means that she can scream, too. Wherever she is, must be a relatively isolated place, for such lack of concern to be taken. Or is it? As Arua calls out, a pair of eyes open in a shadowed recess some distance from the bound girl. They glow a strange near red, much like the eyes of a wolf caught by a light, when hunting at night. The growl that follows gives much the same vibes.
Time passes, in silence save for that one warning growl. What will Arua do? The waves continue to rhythmically mark the time, and the dimming light which can be seen filtering into the cave depths suggests that night is falling fast.
Arua looks at the eyes, and gulps, a touch of a flush coming over her form. She stays quiet, still, not wanting to attract the wolfs attention if it is actually a wolf. Slowly but surely though... She stares into those eyes, and she starts to shiver more and more. Fear building in her warring with something. And then with a whimper, in the cold... She seems to have the tension release all at once, fear winning for just a moment. Even as her mind clearly warring with fear responses in her body. She gives a smaller, quieter whimper, that of a prey creature, completely alone. And wets herself.
It is rather unfortunate, given the cold, wintery bite to the air, but that urine doesn't stay warm for long. Luckily, there's enough shelter from the elements that, despite her cargo pants clinging to her legs, cold and damp, they won't freeze.
As Arua finds herself in a tangled muddle of thoughts, however, the animal in the corner of the cave doesn't move. The eyes continue to glow their watchful glow, as someone else speaks, the sound of footsteps muffled by the sandy floor of the cave. "Hello, poppet." The voice is accented oddly, but it sounds American. Just... very, very old fashioned. Like something out of a movie set in the 1800s.
Arua shivers more and more frequently... Her eyes on the beast... Briefly she glances towards the footsteps making her voice apparent... Her own accent just as strange for a moment... as she says a single word.
Arua says "Lucky... "
Arua tries to catch a glimpse in this oh so dark cave of the person approaching, whether she can is likely up to the configuration of her restraints and fate.
A chilling encounter unfolds as Arua notices a pair of luminously glowing, near-red eyes watching her from the shadows. A menacing growl accompanies the sight, freezing her in fear and causing her to inadvertently wet herself due to the overwhelming terror. Amid her fear and the cruel winter cold, another presence makes itself known. The footsteps of someone—or something—approach, accompanied by an outdated American accent that seems incongruous in the setting. Arua, with a trembling voice barely hiding her fear, utters the word "Lucky" as she desperately attempts to discern the identity of the newcomer while locked in the gaze of the beastly figure and its unyielding eyes. The conclusion of Arua's encounter in the cave remains shrouded in mystery, as her fate hangs by a thread in this nightmarish predicament.
(Arua's odd encounter(SRMarija):SRMarija)
[Sat Dec 9 2023]
On Hart Avenue
It is afternoon, about 30F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing.
(Your target has been kidnapped by a coven of witches. They must use their wits and limited resources to escape, or stall long enough for their allies to mount a rescue effort. The witches are planning a ritual sacrifice at the stroke of midnight which gives a sense of urgency to the encounter.)
Arua shivers in the cold, looking around at the dusk around her, clearly lost and trying to find her way. Her blue eyes squinted against the snow, and her whole form shaking from cold.
Standing on Hart Avenue with its bright lights and busy bustle of people should be a place of safety, even at dusk. It should be, shouldn't it? Welcome to Haven, Arua. As the young woman looks around, she starts to feel dazed, then dizzy, and then without much warning at all, her legs give out. Maybe she tries to speak, or to draw attention to herself, but nothing seems to be working right, at all. There's a shimmer, as if she's looking through mist at the others walking by, like they're on the wrong side of some sort of veil. They don't even seem to notice her. And then darkness slips in, and she passes out.
When Arua wakes, she finds herself in some sort of cavelike structure. The sound of waves indicates that the sea is quite near, but she's bound and alone, laying there in the sand. Her mouth is dry and her head pounds.
Arua pops her lips slightly. Clearly trying to gaze around. she strains at the bonds, as she notices them, but clearly lacks the strength to break them presently.
Arua says, Voice frayed, and possibly into a gag if her mouth is bound as well, "H-hello?"
Her mouth isn't gagged. Arua can speak at will and that means that she can scream, too. Wherever she is, must be a relatively isolated place, for such lack of concern to be taken. Or is it? As Arua calls out, a pair of eyes open in a shadowed recess some distance from the bound girl. They glow a strange near red, much like the eyes of a wolf caught by a light, when hunting at night. The growl that follows gives much the same vibes.
Time passes, in silence save for that one warning growl. What will Arua do? The waves continue to rhythmically mark the time, and the dimming light which can be seen filtering into the cave depths suggests that night is falling fast.
Arua looks at the eyes, and gulps, a touch of a flush coming over her form. She stays quiet, still, not wanting to attract the wolfs attention if it is actually a wolf. Slowly but surely though... She stares into those eyes, and she starts to shiver more and more. Fear building in her warring with something. And then with a whimper, in the cold... She seems to have the tension release all at once, fear winning for just a moment. Even as her mind clearly warring with fear responses in her body. She gives a smaller, quieter whimper, that of a prey creature, completely alone. And wets herself.
It is rather unfortunate, given the cold, wintery bite to the air, but that urine doesn't stay warm for long. Luckily, there's enough shelter from the elements that, despite her cargo pants clinging to her legs, cold and damp, they won't freeze.
As Arua finds herself in a tangled muddle of thoughts, however, the animal in the corner of the cave doesn't move. The eyes continue to glow their watchful glow, as someone else speaks, the sound of footsteps muffled by the sandy floor of the cave. "Hello, poppet." The voice is accented oddly, but it sounds American. Just... very, very old fashioned. Like something out of a movie set in the 1800s.
Arua shivers more and more frequently... Her eyes on the beast... Briefly she glances towards the footsteps making her voice apparent... Her own accent just as strange for a moment... as she says a single word.
Arua says "Lucky... "
Arua tries to catch a glimpse in this oh so dark cave of the person approaching, whether she can is likely up to the configuration of her restraints and fate.