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Meridiths Odd Encounter Sr Caelum 240423
In the thick of the night, under the watchful gaze of a waning gibbous moon, Meridith found herself on Guardian Lane, embroiled in a treacherous dance with a fearsome wolf. The confrontation reached its climax when the wolf, a creature of formidable strength and malevolence, pinned Meridith down, its claws embedded deep into her flesh. In a desperate bid for survival, Meridith unleashed a surge of telekinetic energy, managing to free herself from the beast’s grip. Her act of defiance attracted the attention of nearby trackers, expert huntsmen drawn to the commotion.
The ensuing moments were thick with tension as Meridith, drained and on the verge of collapse, watched the beast ready itself for a final, fatal strike. In a twist of fate, a net made of silver ensnared the wolf, hurling it to the ground as members of the Temple, a group known for their adept handling of such beasts, arrived. They quickly subdued the wolf with a barrage of silver bullets. Amidst the chaos, Meridith seized the opportunity to flee, her instincts guiding her towards the safety of her home, leaving the wolf in the hands of the Temple. As the Temple’s chosen carried away their prize, thoughts of the encounter weighed heavily on Meridith. She retreated into the sanctuary of the woods, her body marked by the ordeal, yet her spirit undaunted, pondering the implications of her unintended assistance in the wolf’s capture.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRCaelum):SRCaelum)
[Mon Apr 22 2024]
On Guardian lane
The hard-packed dirt road is wide enough for two cars to passs but just barely. Along each side, the foliage has been left to grow as it will with no attempt to tame it or trim it for appearance. Overhead, the tree branches grow thicker than previous, causing more of the shade during the day and an even deeper darkness at night.
It is night, about 56F(13C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.
She succeeds. The beast is goaded. All the flashlights from a distance turns to their direction, not just enough yet to cast their light on them, illuminate, but they're not far. The wolf pounces again, as foretold. A beast of vehemence, of baleful strength coiled in muscle and tendon, fang and bile. It meets Meridith's brazen act, midair, but the one that comes out ontop is the wolf, claws on her shoulders digging in, putting her down underneath. That vicious maw is upon her face, snarling, drooling upon her cheek, warm and hot and feverishly hungry.
It is a taunt, like he means to show her she can't possibly put up any resistance, at the detriment of his time that dwindles with the looming threat of those that chase him.
Meridith scowls as the claws dig in to her flesh. She twists, crying out, fear, panic, and anger and tries to protect herself with one last effort of telekinetic energy to lift the beast and roll out from under it, letting out one last sharp whistle.
Adrenaline drives her, a kind of mad and desperate force, a fight or flight response replacing or with and. She breaths hard, eyes wide, and wild, as much beast as the one she fights, perhaps in that moment.
More voices, calling, ordering.
It's a force that gathers about, expert trackers, approaching swiftly. The wolf, unaware in its state, less so now, he's tossed midair by the force she puts up upon him. A snarling ball of fury that roils within that motionless coil as she slips just out of reach of the claws that rake the air towards her ineffectually. It can't move, and it /doesn't/ like that. It trashes wildly, with need, with vigor. If there were chains abound it, it would crash them, tear through - but his unseen bindings prevent all notion of it.
"There!" A voice calls out. It's approaching swiftly, leading the mass of people behind it.
Meridith staggers, her limbs barely holding her up now with the intensity that her body has fought she simply stumbles, falling back, helpless. She needs time to recover, catch her breath, deal with the muscles burning in her body that is simply done fighting for the moment. She stares at the creature, eyes wide, as a guilt strikes through her.
While she falls back, helpless, just barely catching her breath, her hold over the beast is broken. It falls on its claws. A heavy thud, like a car just deposited onto the ground. Another snarl, now, while it approaches - menacing in every step forward. Whereas there is guilt there, in her eyes, there is only fervent vigor in that yellowed out sight trailing her. Another step, fur bristled, snarl rising - maw hanging open with the threat of danger promised...
And it leaps!
Just before meeting contact with Meridith, before he can sink claw and teeth and lay ruin upon the woman, the beast is thrown aside midair. A heavy net of silver lands on it, captures it and throws it aside onto the dirt-packed ground in a yowled hiss and growl. Just before her sight, several people fall into view. Temple's chosen, it appears, chavalry here to save the day, save her. A trio creates a perimeter around her, two charges forward, all guns trained, blades brandished. Gunshots ring out, loud, laying into the beast without a word or command in trained vigil while it hisses with every silver-stricken bullet.
Meridith does not linger, she, seeing the temple present turns and bolts into the woods as fast as her exhausted, panicked, and fear stricken mind will take her, toward her home ideally. She has absolutely not interest in the members of the temple finding her here.
While they're all busy, focused on their capture, she does make her escape. Wisely, perhaps. The wolf is out of commission near instantly with that overbearing assault, captured - but not dead, far from it. While she's out of their sights, the Temple's chosen, in a fit of orders made and barked commands, are already wrapping up the unruly beast. Not far behind them, a truck pulls up when the situation is dealt with, several armored people filing out, unaware of Meridith, to start preparing for their haul that is thrown into the back of it.
Willingly or not, maybe, here and now, she's aided them in capturing another beast. To do what? Kill? Very, very likely.
Meridith exhales softly, what she can do is limited
While some of those that came for the capture stand and watch, search with their eyes for the woman that went amiss in their orderly attack and swift retribution delivered, they don't put much stock in checking up on her. After only another cursory look about, they too return to the vehicle. The assault squad climbs the back of the truck with the snarling beast. Their weapons changed for prodsticks - each taking turnss to taze the wounded beast into submission, something they will continue for a long time, it appears, while it continues to trash about. The others file in, and it isn't long before the rumble of an engine starts again.
They take off, into the night, with their hard earned toil.
Meridith, is left to her own devices, if only scuffed somewhat by the claws that marked her.
Meridith checks at her shoulders and winces. Certain it isn't infected, her fear is not what occurred...but what might have. She shudders faintly, hand pressed to her belly, and staggers through the trees, on her last legs, she sits, and tries to catch her breath. her gaze traces up to the moon.
The ensuing moments were thick with tension as Meridith, drained and on the verge of collapse, watched the beast ready itself for a final, fatal strike. In a twist of fate, a net made of silver ensnared the wolf, hurling it to the ground as members of the Temple, a group known for their adept handling of such beasts, arrived. They quickly subdued the wolf with a barrage of silver bullets. Amidst the chaos, Meridith seized the opportunity to flee, her instincts guiding her towards the safety of her home, leaving the wolf in the hands of the Temple. As the Temple’s chosen carried away their prize, thoughts of the encounter weighed heavily on Meridith. She retreated into the sanctuary of the woods, her body marked by the ordeal, yet her spirit undaunted, pondering the implications of her unintended assistance in the wolf’s capture.
(Meridith's odd encounter(SRCaelum):SRCaelum)
[Mon Apr 22 2024]
On Guardian lane
The hard-packed dirt road is wide enough for two cars to passs but just barely. Along each side, the foliage has been left to grow as it will with no attempt to tame it or trim it for appearance. Overhead, the tree branches grow thicker than previous, causing more of the shade during the day and an even deeper darkness at night.
It is night, about 56F(13C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. There is a waning gibbous moon.
She succeeds. The beast is goaded. All the flashlights from a distance turns to their direction, not just enough yet to cast their light on them, illuminate, but they're not far. The wolf pounces again, as foretold. A beast of vehemence, of baleful strength coiled in muscle and tendon, fang and bile. It meets Meridith's brazen act, midair, but the one that comes out ontop is the wolf, claws on her shoulders digging in, putting her down underneath. That vicious maw is upon her face, snarling, drooling upon her cheek, warm and hot and feverishly hungry.
It is a taunt, like he means to show her she can't possibly put up any resistance, at the detriment of his time that dwindles with the looming threat of those that chase him.
Meridith scowls as the claws dig in to her flesh. She twists, crying out, fear, panic, and anger and tries to protect herself with one last effort of telekinetic energy to lift the beast and roll out from under it, letting out one last sharp whistle.
Adrenaline drives her, a kind of mad and desperate force, a fight or flight response replacing or with and. She breaths hard, eyes wide, and wild, as much beast as the one she fights, perhaps in that moment.
More voices, calling, ordering.
It's a force that gathers about, expert trackers, approaching swiftly. The wolf, unaware in its state, less so now, he's tossed midair by the force she puts up upon him. A snarling ball of fury that roils within that motionless coil as she slips just out of reach of the claws that rake the air towards her ineffectually. It can't move, and it /doesn't/ like that. It trashes wildly, with need, with vigor. If there were chains abound it, it would crash them, tear through - but his unseen bindings prevent all notion of it.
"There!" A voice calls out. It's approaching swiftly, leading the mass of people behind it.
Meridith staggers, her limbs barely holding her up now with the intensity that her body has fought she simply stumbles, falling back, helpless. She needs time to recover, catch her breath, deal with the muscles burning in her body that is simply done fighting for the moment. She stares at the creature, eyes wide, as a guilt strikes through her.
While she falls back, helpless, just barely catching her breath, her hold over the beast is broken. It falls on its claws. A heavy thud, like a car just deposited onto the ground. Another snarl, now, while it approaches - menacing in every step forward. Whereas there is guilt there, in her eyes, there is only fervent vigor in that yellowed out sight trailing her. Another step, fur bristled, snarl rising - maw hanging open with the threat of danger promised...
And it leaps!
Just before meeting contact with Meridith, before he can sink claw and teeth and lay ruin upon the woman, the beast is thrown aside midair. A heavy net of silver lands on it, captures it and throws it aside onto the dirt-packed ground in a yowled hiss and growl. Just before her sight, several people fall into view. Temple's chosen, it appears, chavalry here to save the day, save her. A trio creates a perimeter around her, two charges forward, all guns trained, blades brandished. Gunshots ring out, loud, laying into the beast without a word or command in trained vigil while it hisses with every silver-stricken bullet.
Meridith does not linger, she, seeing the temple present turns and bolts into the woods as fast as her exhausted, panicked, and fear stricken mind will take her, toward her home ideally. She has absolutely not interest in the members of the temple finding her here.
While they're all busy, focused on their capture, she does make her escape. Wisely, perhaps. The wolf is out of commission near instantly with that overbearing assault, captured - but not dead, far from it. While she's out of their sights, the Temple's chosen, in a fit of orders made and barked commands, are already wrapping up the unruly beast. Not far behind them, a truck pulls up when the situation is dealt with, several armored people filing out, unaware of Meridith, to start preparing for their haul that is thrown into the back of it.
Willingly or not, maybe, here and now, she's aided them in capturing another beast. To do what? Kill? Very, very likely.
Meridith exhales softly, what she can do is limited
While some of those that came for the capture stand and watch, search with their eyes for the woman that went amiss in their orderly attack and swift retribution delivered, they don't put much stock in checking up on her. After only another cursory look about, they too return to the vehicle. The assault squad climbs the back of the truck with the snarling beast. Their weapons changed for prodsticks - each taking turnss to taze the wounded beast into submission, something they will continue for a long time, it appears, while it continues to trash about. The others file in, and it isn't long before the rumble of an engine starts again.
They take off, into the night, with their hard earned toil.
Meridith, is left to her own devices, if only scuffed somewhat by the claws that marked her.
Meridith checks at her shoulders and winces. Certain it isn't infected, her fear is not what occurred...but what might have. She shudders faintly, hand pressed to her belly, and staggers through the trees, on her last legs, she sits, and tries to catch her breath. her gaze traces up to the moon.