FUZZYBRITCHES

They’re coming for me

Added 2022-07-22 01:00:47 +0000 UTC

Being such a sort after specimen, Álváró sort refuge into the thick of the forrest. The trees sing to her in an almost lullaby tune as a way to bring a sense of safety, security and reassurance that she is protected here. The moon shines down light that gives off an iridescent glow on the blades of grass. Strands of blue and green kiss her beautiful long blonde hair. Eyes glowing as she adjusts to the growing darkness around her. You both hear a noise off in the distance. Thunder approaching from the heavy boots growing closer. Álváró turns her head in the direction of the panting. In a soft almost whimper she whispers. “they’re coming for me…”

do you protect her? or does your internal greed to harness her power make you take her for yourself? Your survival is not promised though, neither is the survival of the hungry men charging towards her. She is so much more powerful then you all may think. With the protection from the trees and wildlife, the branches will pierce whoever tries to tame her, the animals will come forth in waves. She seems fearful but she knows none of you stand a chance.