The cave is dark from the outside, the Alternian sun entering with apprehension. Apprehension must be contagious, because your tiny heart is pitter-pattering like a jackhammer for ants or something. You know there's probably someone living there, since you've seen the light of a fire flickering out from inside on prvious outings. The occasional writhing husk of a freshly killed lusus was hardly enough warning for an INTREPID FRIENDSEEKER such as yourself! Nope. You most certainly weren't given pause by the memory of nearly being DEVOURED BODILY.
":33 < *ac saunters up to pouncing distance of her purrey*" a voice resonates against the dead silence.
Ha. Dead. Like that lusus you saw the other day. Haha. Irony.
What shaking legs? Oh, you mean THESE shaking legs? These legs are CLEARLY shaking in EXCITEMENT. There's no abject terror here.
Before any COMPLETELY HYPOTHETICAL retreat could have been rejoined, you find your whole world filled with blinding pain. You smell something vaguely musky, but not entirely animistic. And you experience a certain pinned paralysis. Looking up, you see a huge troll girl smiling down at you.
":33 < *ac confurrdently toys with her catch, knowing how compurrlete its hopelessness is*"
As she said this, her large teeth nibbled at your body and her hand rolled you around on the ground, punctuating her self-narration.
":33 < what have we here?"
":33 < a little mousey dares apurroach the mighty hunter's domain?"
":33 < you must not be too bright, little mousey >:33"
You blubber something incoherent, but she doesn't seem to hear. And it's not like you really expected take any heed anyway. It just seemed like the thing to do. Crying and screaming come naturally sometimes.
But now you are pinned by the excited girl's powerful paws, and you must await your fate, good or ill.
Let's be realistic here. It's going to be for ill.
You briefly ponder if you should be playing dead or if it's too late for that.
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