I— I don't know wh—
-Stumbling backwards, scared to shine the torch straight onto what she thinks she sees-
-No bite marks on her neck, from the looks of things-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gracia's eyes shoot wide with a yelp, and she turns and sprints-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Gracia's sprint varied between a spirited escape and a discoordinated panic through the forest-
-Not daring to look behind-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She screams out, digging her heels to stop herself, only to fall forwards onto her front-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-She shrieks out, pulling as hard as she can to wrest the arm away-
No no no!!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Tracey pulled her arm away, the joints and knuckles popping in rapid succession as she did.
"Oh, you're a fighter! how charming." She said, drawing herself, legs first, then torso, arms, and head, to her full height.
"Truly! A crying shame it won't help you an iota, of an ounce, of a chance."
edited 1st Jun '17 1:23:21 AM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-She scrambles up onto her butt, backing up on all fours, still screaming-
No! L-leave me alone!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Tracey grinned as the moon lit up her glasses, two circles of perfectly-reflected light underscored by that erratic grin, then dropped down low, shooting an arm out to grab for Gracia.
"Sorry, Lovelies, but I can't do that! Squirrel only tastes good for so long."
edited 1st Jun '17 1:33:23 AM by ImmortalFaust
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-She flails at the arm, curling in on herself to try and stand to flee again-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Ankle grab-
AAAAAAAAUGH!
-Frantic squirming-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-grapples rules? what grapple rules?-
-SUCCESS-
Tracey drew the leg forward, hoisting Gracia into the air...and now upside-down. She brought Gracia up to face level.
"Really now, Lovelies, it's been fun and all, but I'd rather not let my food go cold."
She smiled once again and SWEET FLIPPING DANCY CATS teethandteethandteethandteethandteethandteethandteeth-
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Her scream turns into a hoarse, high-pitch cry as she squeezes her eyes shut, having gone from a blind panic to plain and simple terror-
-She squirms and kicks uselessly-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?N-n— no— nnnh—
Please!
-Not looking not looking not looking oh god why did you look-
-Shaking, unable to look away-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?"How about yes?....." Tracey replied, before scrunching up her face, leaning in and examining Gracia closely enough that the psyker could feel the monster's breath on her face, a miasma of old meat and acidic compounds.
She took a moment to push her glasses back up properly on her nose, looking Gracia over with an analytical stare.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Gracia freezes up, reduced to fearful tears and a whimper-
-Something is happening around her, the air buzzing and hazy-
-Tracey can feel it, radiating off of her. It's as if the very emotion of fear is leaking from Gracia, and like all emotions she is feeling it more intensely than anyone else can fathom-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Tracey raised an eyebrow, then smiled oh-so-nicely as she realized what was happening.
"....My, my. Tonight just might be your lucky night, Lovelies. You're far too delightful to waste. Hungry as I am, I'd be a fool to let this go to waste!"
Quick as a flash, she had Gracia standing firmly on the ground once again.
[forum cryptid: it/it's]-Gracia looks to be in a daze, terrified beyond the capacity for rational thought, not seeming to understand that she is back on her feet-
-Shaking, probably in shock, that emotion-ripple still leaking off her-
-Nobody's scared her quite like this before-
edited 1st Jun '17 2:32:20 AM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Her shoulders bunch up and she looks around, startled-
Wh-wuh—?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?