Going Too Far (Shimmer) Sept 17, 2017 21:53:35 GMT
Post by Carjen Brando on Sept 17, 2017 21:53:35 GMT
Carjen cursed himself angrily as he hastily rounded a sharp turn and skidded slightly on the loose gravel of the only path through this section of mountains. He should’ve sent one of his serfs to do this job, he was too busy, work was piling up, after the storms a few weeks ago he really should’ve stayed back at the keep and overseen the work needed to be done there. But he’d just had to get out, didn’t he? He had to be a restless jaguar who needed to be free and roaming, didn’t he? A trip to Airen, he’d said, it would be fun he’d said. He just had some armor to deliver and then he’d be off, he could head home though the southern pass that lead toward Duskmire, he could’ve stopped in the watervalle and had some time to himself in the calming waters. It would’ve been great.
If only bandits weren’t a thing. Petty scum just looking for some quick coin, if any of them were werebeasts he would’ve given it to them had they’d asked, but instead they’d greeted him with knives, arrows, and threats and he could do nothing but turn tail and run. Fortunately, he did almost all of his traveling these days in his jaguar form so he’d already had a speed advantage on them, but three of them had been on horseback and he could still hear their thundering hooves on the rocks as they followed him up the steep incline and around the sharp turns. Arrows flew over his back as they shot at him, hastily attempting to slow him down, but the jaguar was swift and the path was sharp, harsh and jagged, it was impossible to get a good shot at him, he wasn’t really concerned about being hit. He just wanted to keep the gold that jingled softly in the pouch he carried on his side, a crude leather harness bound around his chest with saddle bags hanging to either side of it. It was how he carried his wears.
The path before him narrowed as he sprinted, trying desperately to gain some distance. He hoped the perilous nature of the environment would slow them down, their horses uninterested in slipping over the side of the path and tumbling to their deaths, but it didn’t seem to be the case. As he panted and sprinted, the path narrowed further and further, until the outside toes of his paws were literally dangling over the edge. His head swam as he looked down, what could’ve been miles of space between him and the ground. And then suddenly, he looked up to find his path blocked by another bandit, this one on foot, standing in a wide stance as though to simply grab the cat. Carjen grinned and hefted his speed as much as he could, slamming into the man with the force of six hundred pounds of pure muscle and sinew. It was like trying to hold on to a tidal wave. The man was toppled easily, the jaguar shouldering the smaller figure out of the way, but as the man fell on his back, the gravel beneath them both gave way and sent both of them tumbling ungracefully, desperately, frighteningly, over the side.
Suddenly, Carjen was falling, the ground was miles away, there was nowhere to turn, no way to run or hide from this, he was falling. To his death.
((Hope this is an alright starter. ^^; Let me know if I need to change anything or if this doesn't work for you.))