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May. 29th, 2006 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shelley_wintersIt is raining in earnest by now as Shelley runs through the darkened garden, heedlessly through bushes and stands of trees made menacing by the dark and the cold wind whipping the branches through the air. She can't remember the exact point the orderly and quiet garden become the outskirts of the forest surrounding the estate, but all she cares is that he isn't following.
It's cold, and she eventually stumbles to a halt, heart beating almost painfully from running so hard, and looks about, disoriented. Her wet hair sticks to her cheeks as she frowns through the treetrunks. Attempting to shelter beneath one fails to protect her from the wet, and the girl shivers as she tries to figure out where exactly she is.
She has to go back some time, only he can get her back to the bar. Assuming he doesn't decide to take his chances with people coming to find her...
No. No, he can't.
The girls swallows, trying to stop her teeth from chattering, and turns around to look for which direction she came from. Was it-?
A low growling sound makes her freeze still, suddenly aware that through the scent of the rain on leaves, she can smell sulphur.
(I will have to ask you not to leave the house or gardens until I instruct the Darkhounds not to tear you to pieces on sight)
Hands shaking, she wheels frantically, hands scrabbling on the wet ground for something she can - anything. A large stick is inadequate, but she hefts it in any case, trying to quiet her frightened breathing as she shrinks back against the treetrunk in hopes that they won't see her.
Little hope. Three of them advance through the trees, growling loud above the rush of the rain, and teeth bared. Shelley glances desperately from one to the other of the huge creatures, before reaching for a rock and flinging it hard at the nearest. It hits, more by luck than anything else, but the huge body simply yields to it, then reforms, Darkhound not even pausing.
Terrified, and trapped by their advance and the tree behind her, she grits her teeth and waits.
It's cold, and she eventually stumbles to a halt, heart beating almost painfully from running so hard, and looks about, disoriented. Her wet hair sticks to her cheeks as she frowns through the treetrunks. Attempting to shelter beneath one fails to protect her from the wet, and the girl shivers as she tries to figure out where exactly she is.
She has to go back some time, only he can get her back to the bar. Assuming he doesn't decide to take his chances with people coming to find her...
No. No, he can't.
The girls swallows, trying to stop her teeth from chattering, and turns around to look for which direction she came from. Was it-?
A low growling sound makes her freeze still, suddenly aware that through the scent of the rain on leaves, she can smell sulphur.
(I will have to ask you not to leave the house or gardens until I instruct the Darkhounds not to tear you to pieces on sight)
Hands shaking, she wheels frantically, hands scrabbling on the wet ground for something she can - anything. A large stick is inadequate, but she hefts it in any case, trying to quiet her frightened breathing as she shrinks back against the treetrunk in hopes that they won't see her.
Little hope. Three of them advance through the trees, growling loud above the rush of the rain, and teeth bared. Shelley glances desperately from one to the other of the huge creatures, before reaching for a rock and flinging it hard at the nearest. It hits, more by luck than anything else, but the huge body simply yields to it, then reforms, Darkhound not even pausing.
Terrified, and trapped by their advance and the tree behind her, she grits her teeth and waits.
