[ Her breath is short as she recounts the whole ordeal to him, unable to filter out the gory specifics: it was small enough that it had been at most a Class 3 - not that the categorization would give anyone much comfort.
Deep Ones are loosely accounted for in terms of size and weight, and a Class 3 falls to the middle of the spectrum.
It had bad eyesight, but they had learned too late that it paid attention to sound and vibrations, capable of tracking them by tasting the echo of their steps in the air and ground.
It moved silently, not unlike a spider maneuvering on a web. So she only noticed the sudden lack of weight behind Maite's arm when she stopped and the hand she held in hers was too light, the fingers curled around her own as if the nerves had not registered the other girl's death.
It's difficult to breathe when you can't scream for fear that the monster will find you.
Her first friend - her best friend was gone. Swallowed whole without so much as a peep and the thing was hunting her. And she was now alone, her small and wayward group picked off like a food off a plate.
She doesn't see Jon anymore. Doesn't notice that he's come so close or that the pull of yes, tell me the story is coming from him.
Instead, Kaya draws her knees up, tight against her chest; hands cold and body shivering from the remebered feeling of the wind roaring, the rain pouring, and the sound of the creature moving a floor beneath her.
She starts to pray in the tongue of her hometown, a soft and lyrical sound memorized from years of practice. She's still young enough to believe that there's an omniscient being looking out for all of humanity, but old enough not to hope that whatever It is, it will intervene. ]
cw, just to be safe: body parts, death (children)
Deep Ones are loosely accounted for in terms of size and weight, and a Class 3 falls to the middle of the spectrum.
It had bad eyesight, but they had learned too late that it paid attention to sound and vibrations, capable of tracking them by tasting the echo of their steps in the air and ground.
It moved silently, not unlike a spider maneuvering on a web. So she only noticed the sudden lack of weight behind Maite's arm when she stopped and the hand she held in hers was too light, the fingers curled around her own as if the nerves had not registered the other girl's death.
It's difficult to breathe when you can't scream for fear that the monster will find you.
Her first friend - her best friend was gone. Swallowed whole without so much as a peep and the thing was hunting her. And she was now alone, her small and wayward group picked off like a food off a plate.
She doesn't see Jon anymore. Doesn't notice that he's come so close or that the pull of yes, tell me the story is coming from him.
Instead, Kaya draws her knees up, tight against her chest; hands cold and body shivering from the remebered feeling of the wind roaring, the rain pouring, and the sound of the creature moving a floor beneath her.
She starts to pray in the tongue of her hometown, a soft and lyrical sound memorized from years of practice. She's still young enough to believe that there's an omniscient being looking out for all of humanity, but old enough not to hope that whatever It is, it will intervene. ]