HelloYellow17
Local Orre Enthusiast
- Pronoun
- She/Her
Over the course of his life, Wes has been rudely awakened from sleep in a variety of ways. A telepathic voice crying out in a frenzied panic was not one of them, though.
“What? What?” He half-yelped the words as he stumbled out into the hallway, blinking the sleep from his eyes and trying to locate the source of the chaos. It didn’t take him long to find it—Steven, on the floor, being mauled by some sort of hideous scorpion mon. What—
For just a fraction of a second, he hesitated. This thing, this creature, there was hardly any doubt that it was Shadow from its movements and unearthly screeching and sheer aggression. No, no, no, he’d fought one before and had been hopelessly outmatched even with a type advantage, there was no way he could do anything here, no way he could—
Are you going to run away again? Wait too long like you did in Blaguarro? Stay back like a coward?
And then Odette and Archie and several other people were there and Odette pulled out a gods-damned gun from absolutely nowhere, where in the hell did she—
BANG. The gunshot rocked Wes back to his senses. The scorpion—it was just now occurring to him that this might be what a Skorupi looks like—continued its assault.
Wes ground his teeth in fury. Screw it. To hell with it. He darted forward and sent a flurry of sharpened pebbles at the creature’s flank.
“What? What?” He half-yelped the words as he stumbled out into the hallway, blinking the sleep from his eyes and trying to locate the source of the chaos. It didn’t take him long to find it—Steven, on the floor, being mauled by some sort of hideous scorpion mon. What—
For just a fraction of a second, he hesitated. This thing, this creature, there was hardly any doubt that it was Shadow from its movements and unearthly screeching and sheer aggression. No, no, no, he’d fought one before and had been hopelessly outmatched even with a type advantage, there was no way he could do anything here, no way he could—
Are you going to run away again? Wait too long like you did in Blaguarro? Stay back like a coward?
And then Odette and Archie and several other people were there and Odette pulled out a gods-damned gun from absolutely nowhere, where in the hell did she—
BANG. The gunshot rocked Wes back to his senses. The scorpion—it was just now occurring to him that this might be what a Skorupi looks like—continued its assault.
Wes ground his teeth in fury. Screw it. To hell with it. He darted forward and sent a flurry of sharpened pebbles at the creature’s flank.