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(by the way guys, sorry I haven't been on in a while, I don't know about you but I've been feeling stretched pretty thin lately between stuff on here and stuff in the outside world…I really want to get back to this, and the rp with you, Carrots, since you guys are the only people I interact with on here, but maybe not quite yet. Hope you're both doing well :) )
(That's all good, Dusty. Take all the time you need. Real life is more important then here anyway so it's totally fine :) See you when we see you!)
(Thanks ^^ I will!)
The cat bumped its head against Nathan's hand, then sat back and yawned widely. As it did so, it almost seemed to blur and become fuzzy around the edges, as if it was made of black static. Then it closed its mouth and the effect was gone.
From her seat on a rock, Esme stiffened and looked up. "What was that?"
Nathan looked up towards Esme. "You mean the cat?" He stroked the cat: it was solid, that was for certain. "Not sure. It's like it lost focus for a second."
Esme stood up quickly, her map forgotten. "Frick. What color are its eyes?"
(they're green btw since that was a while ago that I described it)
Nathan clenched his jaw. He brought the cat over to Esme to check. "Look for yourself," he said bitterly.
She refused to touch it, only peering warily at it from a safe distance. "Oh no," she said after a second. "It's a Spasm. Drop it quick, before it–"
The cat suddenly turned to look at her with a wide, gaping smile and flat, staring eyes. It fuzzed out again, and this time there was a sound like cobwebs ripping. Esme jerked back as though struck, covering her face with her hands. The cat continued to grin, its mouth hanging open, its form writhing in Nathan's grip.
"Throw it!" Esme choked out.
Nathan stared at the creature in horror, its diabolical grin growing ever so lopsided. He lifted it high over his head and swung it as strong as he could.
He waited for the telltale crash before turning to Esme. Gasping, he ran a hand across his face.e "A Spasm?" he questioned vehemently.
"Later." Esme was still clutching at her eyes, but managed to fumble open a portal with one hand. "We're leaving. Now."
The cat came back into view, but it was no longer a cat. It…splatted when it hit the ground, collapsing into a jelly-like black substance that hissed and wriggled angrily.
Luke yelped and danced away from it. "Okay, yeah, I'm out!"
(brb, havin supper)
Nathan spat at the writhing black puddle before jumping through the portal Eme had managed.
(no prob)
They piled in and Esme closed the portal, literally slicing the creature in two as it leaped after them. The half that got in shrieked and dissolved as it touched the darkness, soon vanishing.
Esme didn't stand up immediately, rubbing her eyes tenderly. "Are…are you guys okay? Did it look at any of you?"
"I think I might have looked at it for a second. Not for long, though. I was trying to see the colour of its eyes, though there wasn't much point to it." Nathan stared at the spot where that thing and fizzled and died.
"Luckily it wasn't directing its full gaze at you. Those things can drive people insane with a glance."
Luke frowned at her. "So what about you? You looked right at it. You okay?"
"It's different for my kind."She finally pulled her hands away from her eyes, revealing what looked like a thin horizontal cut running across both eyelids and over the bridge of her nose. A small amount of black blood was leaking from the cut, and it looked very painful. "Spasms physically injure shadow spirits when they attack rather than go for our minds. It'll be fine, I just….just gotta rest a minute."
Nathan crouched down next to her. "I'm sorry, Esme. Is there anything I can do to help?"
She shrugged "Nah. I'll be okay."
"So what was that thing then?" Luke asked.
"Spasms are physical manifestations of chaotic energy," Esme said. "They occur in places that humans used to live in but then abandoned. I should have known when I sensed that restless energy that there might be a spasm in the area. They're notoriously sneaky and can mask their aura when they're stalking their prey. They usually appear as cats or wild animals, but you can always tell what they are by their poison-green eyes. They're not that dangerous if you know how to handle them, humans are attacked all the time. One of the reasons people living in solitude often go crazy."
"If they're not that dangerous," Luke said, "How come that one was such a big deal? Couldn't you kill it?"
Esme sighed miserably. "We shadow spirits get our power from Blake since he created us. I don't play by his rules, so he took away most of my strength long ago. I hate to admit it, but I'm pretty much at the bottom of the magical food chain these days."
(would you mind taking a look at something for me? it's a passage from one of my stories. it's a romance scene and I do not have the mind for romance, so if you could supply an opinion? :)
Nathan let out a dark chuckle. "Well then, I really can't wait to meet your creator at full capacity. What are we doing now, assuming no creature is planning to jump out and chew my leg off?"
(ooof sorry for the late reply, got lassoed by visiting relative T.T But sure! I'm not that great at romance myself but I'll give you my best advice! XD)
Esme stood up and sort of felt her way across the void until she had enough room to open up another portal. "Western Canada somewhere. You guys will have to help me check out the terrain when we get there, I can't see so good anymore."
Nathan nodded slowly. "Alright then." (don't really have much to do so do we wait for Carys?)
(yeah, probably)