#spectralhunt

PHILIP PLEASE.

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

[TXT]: I’m glad you haven’t changed at all. I’d be terrified if you did.

[TXT]: What the hell is this metal thing with wheels and why does it keep honking at me.

[TXT]: Have you ever been afraid of becoming lost in your spirit realm?

[TXT]: Is this liquor in the iceboxes still drinkable? I need some right now.

[TXT]: LEAVE ME ALONE YOU BITCH

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

[TXT]: I’m going to cut your throat with a rusty spoon if you don’t stop chasing me.

[TXT]: Someone handed me some odd-shaped leaves and I ate them. Is that you or a tree I’m seeing?

[TXT]: NEVER MIND THAT’S YOU

[TXT]: How long have I been gone?

[TXT]: Why does the tripwire with the bell on it have to be there?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

 It was an image of Vigo holding the Wraith’s stolen cloak over a barrel fire, a mischievous grin on her face. The caption reads, “I’ll give it back… for a price.”

What my muse saved your number as?

Ghost Among the Living

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

It’s a picture of the Wraith, taken in the middle of the chase. It shows him sprinting after her, covering his eyes with an arm to protect against the flash.

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

Default

How many times my muse has called your this week?

Twice

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

Local tree guy doesn’t understand what is going on. (A.K.A I got in a game where 3 survivors walked up to me and literally just wanted me to kill them for some reason. I was so confused 😐) 

If you snuck into my room I would:

[ x ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[ x ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

“You’re welcome here, anytime~”

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ xxxxxx ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ xxxxxx ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

Nothing could make Elise happier than receiving affection from someone so precious to her.

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ x ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute          [ x ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [ x ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

“Never did I see someone simply so beautiful and kind before. Even if you don’t think so, I know that you are true perfection. Believe me.”

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [ x ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

Elise trusted Philip as much as she loved him for being himself.

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic          [  ] Off no consequence          [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                          [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [ x ] Pleasant company            [ x ] Comforting [ xx ]  Unable to be lived without                            [ x ] Trustworthy

Shadowed amongst the tall yellow grass the sun beat down hot yet the heat was little of the young boy’s worries. Today of all days his father had told him to come hunting with him much to the young Imamu’s dismay. Though he had begged and pleaded in desperation his father insisted they leave to gather more food for their tribes unexpected guests.It hadn’t been the first time that pale skinned strangers had stumbled upon the boy’s small tribe in fact it was a common thing that such people would come across the tribe and offer to trade with them. Usually Imamu was able to meet such strangers, even though he could never understand there strange words, and at the very least get close to the strange machines that would carry them far faster than any animal could run. Imamu huffed dropping the spear in his hand to the ground, this would take the two of them all day and who knows if the strangers would even still be there when he got back.    

Sitting up slightly Imamu peers over the grass concealing him, the silhouette of his father’s back turned towards him catches his eye and sparks a bit of rebellion in him. Through he had been told to stay put his frustrations towards the expedition outside the tribe urged Imamu to disobey his father’s order. With a quick look over his shoulder to make sure he was in the clear the boy bolts from his spot towards a near by tree. Raw dirt and sand press against his feet as Imamu draws closer, perhaps if he climbed up the tree high enough he could get to a place his father couldn’t and maybe then convince him to let him to let him go back home to meet the strangers.Grinning with child-like mischief Imamu doesn’t even notice the sounds of the beasts warnings to back away. A suddenly shout in the distance makes Imamu turn his head to see his father calling him to return, noticing his angered tone the boy smirks and continues forward completely unaware of the now angered beast in front of him.

The bite happens so quickly that his mind doesn’t register the pain his body feels as Imamu falls to the ground. A split second later it connects and he unconsciously screams louder than he ever had before, his leg shaking violently as the scaly creature wraps itself around Imamu’s leg. Pronged fangs cut deep into exposed flesh and seep liquid ice throughout the rest off his leg. Tears flood Imamu’s eyes and and he can only feel when he father reaches his side, his voice filled with the same panic Imamu’s was feeling. As fast as the snake had bite him Imamu’s father cuts it’s head from its body the pain of the fangs and constriction ending in and instant. But the damage was already done as the ice bubbling in his leg burned hot and continued to force cry after cry from Imamu’s throat.

Time became fuzzy after that moment, Imamu only registering the pain of the ice slowly creeping up his leg, stinging more intensely every inch it gained. With incredible haste his father had brought him back to the tribe and within seconds the boy was within his family’s home, his Grandfather and other healers surrounding him. The icy feeling had inked it’s way up to his torso and Imamu cried what he thought would be his last tears, when one of the strangers stooped to his side. Pricking him with something horribly familiar to the snakes fangs the ice in his veins slowly began to fade away leaving him panting and slowly fading into an exhausted sleep.

The leader had been conked over the noggin one to many times, his barely conscious and concussed condition being made obvious from the way he sways in trying to keep his balance and being able to only keep his eyes half open. What little amount of sign language he remembers from his high school career barely helps him decipher Phil’s words. But even in Dwight’s hazy state he’s able to recognize ‘many fingers’. He raises a confused eyebrow at the tall killer.