Megan "Pixie" Gwynn (i_gotsoul) wrote in reality_crisis, @ 2012-07-06 22:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, kitty pryde, plot: worlds collide |
Not so harmless (Kitty)
It finally happened. All those warnings about the City and its shifting streets, and her worrying about not teleporting too far now that everything was back to its normal moving way of things, and Megan finally 'ported somewhere completely unfamiliar.
From the trees, she would have said she was in the park, except she'd been all around the park and it had never looked quite as wild as this. Even in the rougher parts of the park, it still looked somewhat... parklike. This was all forest, like nobody had ever even touched it before. She flew up, hoping she'd be able to get a sense of where she was.
She fought through the branches, messing up her hair and scratching her face and arms as she fought through the branches, but she got through just enough to get a peek. Nowhere familiar, except she thought she saw something in one direction. She flew down and rested against a tree trunk, tired from fighting for the view. She could try to 'port somewhere familiar, she supposed, to her flat or Rufio's fort or Fixit, but if she'd gotten this lost just trying to go shopping...
A noise made her jump. A really loud noise. Howling, actually, and it made her blood freeze hearing it. She flew up, looking around, but didn't see anything. It made her uneasy.
Another howl. Quieter this time, but it felt closer somehow. She remembered something, some story her grandmother told her when she was only half paying attention, but suddenly it seemed a lot more important. And she decided that it meant that she should run.
Or fly, rather. Megan flew, zooming between the trees in the direction of whatever she'd seen when she'd managed to poke her head above the trees. She heard the howl behind her again, quieter and even closer. More a groan now than a howl, really. She sped up, feeling like something breathed down her neck all the while. And there was a break in the trees. Her wings went for all they were worth.
There wasn't a howl this time, just the feeling of movement behind her. Right. If it was going to be like that, then it was time to stop running. She turned in midair, fairly sure that there wasn't anything behind her to crash into as she slowed, and pulled out the Souldagger from the center of her chest. It froze in her hand as it always did, the jolt of it seeming to go up her arm and into her heart. She looked the creature in the eyes, facing down the white hound with red ears, and bared her own teeth back at it in panic.