Elizabeth Braddock (barrus) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-09-11 14:39:00 |
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Fish VS Hide (Open island two)
Carnivorous fish.
That was the stupidest thing that Betsy had ever heard. Ever. People couldn't cross to the other island because of a bunch of fucking fish? It was only a mile! She could see over there and tell that people were wandering around. She could even hear them shouting to one another sometimes, trying to get information. But nobody was going. Then she heard somebody talking about flesh eating flounders.
Stupid.
Betsy decided that if anybody was going to ford this, it would be her. Not only was it a well known fact that elephants could swim, but her skin was definitely thick enough to withstand a few little lovebites from some goddamned fish.
She waited until nobody else was around and then hid her clothes in the lush greenery near the beach. She transformed into her bigger self and cockily sauntered out toward the water. Fish were not going to stop a Braddock.
Not pausing to test the temperature or anything else, Betsy waded into the depths. She was feeling very confident. Especially after the first nip. It was a gentle thing, almost. Like she'd been poked with a stick in a particularly annoyed manner. She thought that she could take that for a mile. Get to the other side. Rescue people. Or ... something.
But it wasn't a poke with a stick, it turned out. It was a test to see what they were up against. She didn't get much further before there was another bite, harder, deeper, and then another. And another. Betsy trumpeted and turned back toward the beach, swimming as fast and hard as she could. Trying to get away from the fish. And trying to not be mad at herself for running from fish.
She got herself back onto the beach and stood in the sand. She wasn't sure what would happen if she went back to her human body. If the bites would be bigger. If she would bleed more, and possibly die. Her trunk carefully inspected her wounds one by one. Prodding gently at them, a sad grumble in her throat. She needed somebody to help her.