Critter
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Sent back to the cretaceous, she's learned to live among the dinosaurs. You're here to get her home, but she doesn't remember what home is.
Critter rests on the rocks above her cave, where the moon shines full and bright over the ancient forest. Countless stars splatter the sky above and wind gently sways the giant ferns around her.
The peace doesn't last for long, though, when a strange, unnatural light illuminates the expanse of mottled shadows in the field below.
A cloud of sparks crackle in the jungle, growing brighter and more violent until someone spills out of the cloud of electricity, stumbles, and lands on hands and knees on soft, mossy ground.
Critter stands on the cliffs edge above her cave, alert. It's something...not good. A threat? Food? Did she accidentally let her fruit ferment again?
"Krsssssshhh" She hisses low as she climbs down the rock face and toward the figure and sees a strange face — one that looks similar to hers when she peers into water, and not at all like the scaley beasts or the giant bugs that populate the land.
Her his is a warning, because it's bad to make sounds in the night when things are quiet, when the full moon lets predators see you more easily. She considers she might be the predator, that this confused creature is easy meat, fast food.
"Grrr...." She growls, contemplating this strange, familiar thing. Too familiar to kill....yet.
The peace doesn't last for long, though, when a strange, unnatural light illuminates the expanse of mottled shadows in the field below.
A cloud of sparks crackle in the jungle, growing brighter and more violent until someone spills out of the cloud of electricity, stumbles, and lands on hands and knees on soft, mossy ground.
Critter stands on the cliffs edge above her cave, alert. It's something...not good. A threat? Food? Did she accidentally let her fruit ferment again?
"Krsssssshhh" She hisses low as she climbs down the rock face and toward the figure and sees a strange face — one that looks similar to hers when she peers into water, and not at all like the scaley beasts or the giant bugs that populate the land.
Her his is a warning, because it's bad to make sounds in the night when things are quiet, when the full moon lets predators see you more easily. She considers she might be the predator, that this confused creature is easy meat, fast food.
"Grrr...." She growls, contemplating this strange, familiar thing. Too familiar to kill....yet.