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(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Tue Feb 27 2024]
In a slowly coming together bedroom
This bedroom has a tasteful off-white paintjob on the walls that compliment the delicate blue carpeting throughout the space. It's clear that it's new occupant is still in the process of moving it and settling down. Rather than bedside tables, the dark frame of the bed is flanked by two unpacked boxes. To the right side of the room is a small door leading to a shallow closet containing a steel rod that spans the walls, and a good number of clothes hanging upon it. The room itself is still rather sparse and lacking some personality
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
It's a surprise, to be sure, though not a pleasant one. Miles is minding his own business, and then suddenly he's standing amidst a field of nightmares - with a giant wolf bearing down upon him.
The bullet pings off the ground near Bjarne(wolf), causing the beast to snarl and flatten against the ground. It's keen, terrible gaze falls upon Miles, and it charges at them through the nightmare.
There's a panic in Miles's expression as the beast charges at him, and he turns to retreat. The fellow jumps over the portion of nightmarish landscape that used to be his best, twisting about and raising his rifle to fire even as he flees.
The distance between Bjarne(wolf) and Miles grows and grows, but the wolf isn't quite willing to let that stand. He flinches away from the crack of the rifle, and then charges in toward the man - snarling and spitting as he pushes through the miasmic fog and mired ground. It's like he's running in quicksand.
There's nothing quick about the ground beneath Miles feet, he tries his best to run but he appears to be struggling to get anywhere. It's like there's some sort of strange barrier that prevents his escape. Ultimately Miles is forced to turn and fight, raising his rifle and jerking the bolt back before slamming it forward and taking aim once more.
Another crack of gunfire. Another snarling response. But Miles is so close now that Bjarne(wolf) can nearly taste him, he snaps at the man's heels, biting and growling as he chases him - mouth moist with saliva as he breathes in the scent of delicious fleshmeat.
Oh, christ. There's nowhere left to go, Miles is trapped between a wolf and a hard place. He jerks away from those snapping teeth, blurting out a wordless sound of terror at the sound. His rifle is tossed away, and hands filled with a club-like baton as he twists and brings it down upon the beasts snout.
Ouch! For some reason Bjarne(wolf) wasn't expecting there to be any fight left in Miles once he'd closed the gap upon him. The terrible beast can smell the fear on him, smell the desperation. He expected him to piss his pants, and curl up and cry. Perhaps that is why he was able to bonk him on the nose like he'd been a bad puppy. It appears that Bjarne(wolf) isn't willing to quite let that go, and decides to show just how bad a dog he can be as he clutches onto the weapon, and wrestles with the man for control of it.
"Jesus christ! Jesus!" Miles isn't a particularly religious man, but it may be hard to tell by the way that Bjarne(wolf) has put the fear of God into him. Or more accurately, the fear of dog. (heh.) He's jerked this way and that by the powerful creatures grip on his weapon, trying in vain to wrestle with it, while kicking and shouting.
Bjarne(wolf) continues to snarl and growl as it jerks the baton this way and that, turning it into a chew toy of sorts as he wrestles with Miles. The kick catches him in the chest, but he doesn't relent - jerking forward to bash his body into the man.
This time Miles tries to kick harder, and higher, using the force of the blow to push himself up and away from the wolf, and scrambling away - leaving it with the club as he grabs up his rifle.
Bjarne(wolf) doesn't intend to accept the club as it's only prize. It tosses the weapon to the side, turns and launches itself toward Miles - leaping and jumping off of the nearby wall to try and catch him from behind, his razor sharp, cruel teeth catching on the man's armour as he drags him to the ground.
The sound that escapes Miles isn't even a word, it's just a blurted out cry of alarm. He goes tumbling down beneath the heavy frame of the wolf, scrambling this way and that - until he manages to grab onto his rifle. It's far too close to aim, and shoot the damned thing, and so instead he just swings the butt of the weapon up and over his shoulder, trying to smash the beast in the head.
Bjarne(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.
A Battle In The Nightmare 240301
(A battle in the Nightmare)
[Tue Feb 27 2024]
In a slowly coming together bedroom
This bedroom has a tasteful off-white paintjob on the walls that compliment the delicate blue carpeting throughout the space. It's clear that it's new occupant is still in the process of moving it and settling down. Rather than bedside tables, the dark frame of the bed is flanked by two unpacked boxes. To the right side of the room is a small door leading to a shallow closet containing a steel rod that spans the walls, and a good number of clothes hanging upon it. The room itself is still rather sparse and lacking some personality
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
It's a surprise, to be sure, though not a pleasant one. Miles is minding his own business, and then suddenly he's standing amidst a field of nightmares - with a giant wolf bearing down upon him.
The bullet pings off the ground near Bjarne(wolf), causing the beast to snarl and flatten against the ground. It's keen, terrible gaze falls upon Miles, and it charges at them through the nightmare.
There's a panic in Miles's expression as the beast charges at him, and he turns to retreat. The fellow jumps over the portion of nightmarish landscape that used to be his best, twisting about and raising his rifle to fire even as he flees.
The distance between Bjarne(wolf) and Miles grows and grows, but the wolf isn't quite willing to let that stand. He flinches away from the crack of the rifle, and then charges in toward the man - snarling and spitting as he pushes through the miasmic fog and mired ground. It's like he's running in quicksand.
There's nothing quick about the ground beneath Miles feet, he tries his best to run but he appears to be struggling to get anywhere. It's like there's some sort of strange barrier that prevents his escape. Ultimately Miles is forced to turn and fight, raising his rifle and jerking the bolt back before slamming it forward and taking aim once more.
Another crack of gunfire. Another snarling response. But Miles is so close now that Bjarne(wolf) can nearly taste him, he snaps at the man's heels, biting and growling as he chases him - mouth moist with saliva as he breathes in the scent of delicious fleshmeat.
Oh, christ. There's nowhere left to go, Miles is trapped between a wolf and a hard place. He jerks away from those snapping teeth, blurting out a wordless sound of terror at the sound. His rifle is tossed away, and hands filled with a club-like baton as he twists and brings it down upon the beasts snout.
Ouch! For some reason Bjarne(wolf) wasn't expecting there to be any fight left in Miles once he'd closed the gap upon him. The terrible beast can smell the fear on him, smell the desperation. He expected him to piss his pants, and curl up and cry. Perhaps that is why he was able to bonk him on the nose like he'd been a bad puppy. It appears that Bjarne(wolf) isn't willing to quite let that go, and decides to show just how bad a dog he can be as he clutches onto the weapon, and wrestles with the man for control of it.
"Jesus christ! Jesus!" Miles isn't a particularly religious man, but it may be hard to tell by the way that Bjarne(wolf) has put the fear of God into him. Or more accurately, the fear of dog. (heh.) He's jerked this way and that by the powerful creatures grip on his weapon, trying in vain to wrestle with it, while kicking and shouting.
Bjarne(wolf) continues to snarl and growl as it jerks the baton this way and that, turning it into a chew toy of sorts as he wrestles with Miles. The kick catches him in the chest, but he doesn't relent - jerking forward to bash his body into the man.
This time Miles tries to kick harder, and higher, using the force of the blow to push himself up and away from the wolf, and scrambling away - leaving it with the club as he grabs up his rifle.
Bjarne(wolf) doesn't intend to accept the club as it's only prize. It tosses the weapon to the side, turns and launches itself toward Miles - leaping and jumping off of the nearby wall to try and catch him from behind, his razor sharp, cruel teeth catching on the man's armour as he drags him to the ground.
The sound that escapes Miles isn't even a word, it's just a blurted out cry of alarm. He goes tumbling down beneath the heavy frame of the wolf, scrambling this way and that - until he manages to grab onto his rifle. It's far too close to aim, and shoot the damned thing, and so instead he just swings the butt of the weapon up and over his shoulder, trying to smash the beast in the head.
Bjarne(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.