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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āć¼Ā Ā Ā @yautjaelderĀ·.
Ā Ā Ā RUNNINGā SHE WAS ALWAYS RUNNING SOMEHOW.Ā It was almost as if she had never stopped, only this time, it wasnāt from herself. It felt like she had been running for hoursā each breath clawed at her throat, raking it raw, every muscle cried out for reprieve, but she never slowed, not even for a moment. Fear spurred her every step, whispered threats in her ear, shadowing her like a ghost, and without venturing so much as a glance over her shoulder, her pace quickened. She couldnāt falter, nor afford a glimpse of whatever pursued her, for it may end up costing her.
Ā Ā Ā The streets were like a labyrinth, glazed in salted tides and littered with debris, splashes blooming around her every footfall. The water lapped at her anklesā she could feel its chill bleeding through the soles of her boots.As she approached a crossroads, a cluster of those things flooded abruptly onto the street from beyond the corner of a building ahead. Gasping in horror, Elsa attempted to divert sharply into an alley, although not without a brief stumble before she gathered herself up, and regained any lost speed in a matter of seconds. All she could hear was the sound of her heartbeat pounding in her headā¦ but that didnāt matter right now.
Ā Ā Ā ā¦ until her blood ran cold, and a wall rushed up to greet her efforts. She managed to bring herself to a stop before meeting with it, flattening her hands against its surface as if in hope it was just an illusion.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ NoāĀ ā she pleaded, feeling nothing but stone beneath her palmsā but no-one, and nothing, answered,Ā āĀ No, please noā!Ā ā
Ā Ā Ā Peeking past her shoulder, she turned toward her nearing assailants, wracking her thoughts for a way out. She may have at least a fraction of her powers, but she had to be smart about this.Ā Come on, thinkā¦!
How the hunt never ends. And here the yautja elder thought that the island he was marooned on was a place of domestic peace. The elder is glad to be proven wrong as mere hours after his isolation on this planet, the island is immediately thrown into chaos. It was easy to understand despite the language barrier. Heās lived long enough to understand more than a couple of alien languages, including human distress.Ā A younger, more inexperienced hunter might have given into the temptation of having their gear returned. An enticing offer, but the yautja elder named Ahab knew better. The thrill of the hunt is better when youāre only armed with your bare hands and yautja ingenuity.
So was it any surprise when his imposing figure suddenly appeared from above, flattening the shade underneath his bulk? No, it shouldnāt. But it may surprise the fragile human he had ignored in favor of hunting her pursuers. A shame that these things didnāt prove much of a challenge, but nevertheless, it was better than nothing. With a mighty roar, Ahab issued a challenge to these shadowy creatures: come get it.
