((Lol, no worries. cx By the way, love the language. <3))
Colon turns in a circle, a small frown plastered onto his face. Which way had he come from? Making a guess would be risky, for he could run deeper into the woods, perhaps encounter the Dangers. Damn, why did he let his pride get the better of him? It was a stupid idea, a trick he should've seen through right away. It had been intended by Duff to get him lost.
Letting out a thin breath, Colon scolds himself for his gullibility and stupidity alike. Gullibility for trusting Duff. Stupidity for not marking his pathway somehow. Guinevere wouldn't even notice his absence until she comes home with whatever birthday surprise she had been planning the same way she does every year.
Colon doesn't even have time to yell when something grabs his arm, another hand shoving a gag into his mouth. He lets out a small grunt, but is inwardly relieved. Surely this is Duff and his crew, having planned to send him out merely to ambush him midway. A fine prank that would at least get him home safely, if not providing utmost humiliation.
But when the... thing steps in front of him, all hope is lost, replaced with a pounding heart of tension, fear, and confusion. Surely this... this... thing is not human. No one is that tall. No one has that color skin, or glowing red eyes. No one has horns upon their head... Not even the Dangers.
The Thing lets out a string of indecipherable words, and a group of its equally as odd-looking fellows quickly move to bind Colon, who is too stunned and afraid to even put up a fight. But when they make a move to pull a sack over his eyes he jerks violentl, causing two more Things to yank him upright, tightening their grips on his either arm.
The one shoves him forward, muttering odd words under his breath. One of his fellows cackles as though he told a joke.
Colon, feeling exposed and afraid, acquieses to the Thing's pushing. After a while, he hears an odd thumping beneath his feet. Were they walking on wood? No, that couldn't be. Stone? Nope. He finally acceptss that this is some kind of rare material he has never before seen or heard of.
Eventually, he is seated in a chair of some sort and the sack is removed. Throat clenching, Colon looks up into the eyes of one of the Things. It says something to him, apparently trying to communicate a messgae, but it is not in the language of the Safehouse residents. Colon merely looks down at his feet, trying to organize his thoughts logically, to no avail.
The sound of feet enters the room, a Colon hears a voice, this one not as gruff as all the others. He looks up slightly to see a smaller form before him. A female, he supposes. This surprises him slightly, though he doesn't know why. There's females and males of every living creature, right? But he cannot answer, so he just looks on at her, eyes frozen in shock and confusion.
That's when the she-Thing does something even more shocking. She steps towards him soundlessly, slightly hesitant, and places her hands on his face. As her face nears his, Colon tries to back away in surprise, but her hold is true. When the she-Thing's lips touch his own, Colon feels bile rise in his throat, but he forces it back down as she pulls away from the kiss with a smile.
Then she does something the most shocking of all.
"So I guess you can speak," she says with a smile. "Can you understand me now?"
Colon panics slightly, eyes darting around the room as questions try to force their way through his lips all at once. "How did you...? What are you...? Why did you...? Where...? Why did they...? What the Hell is going on?" Frustrated and uncertain, Colon lets out a groan of frustration and covers his face, hands trembling slightly. He wanted adventure, yes, but this is a little too much.
Colon turns in a circle, a small frown plastered onto his face. Which way had he come from? Making a guess would be risky, for he could run deeper into the woods, perhaps encounter the Dangers. Damn, why did he let his pride get the better of him? It was a stupid idea, a trick he should've seen through right away. It had been intended by Duff to get him lost.
Letting out a thin breath, Colon scolds himself for his gullibility and stupidity alike. Gullibility for trusting Duff. Stupidity for not marking his pathway somehow. Guinevere wouldn't even notice his absence until she comes home with whatever birthday surprise she had been planning the same way she does every year.
Colon doesn't even have time to yell when something grabs his arm, another hand shoving a gag into his mouth. He lets out a small grunt, but is inwardly relieved. Surely this is Duff and his crew, having planned to send him out merely to ambush him midway. A fine prank that would at least get him home safely, if not providing utmost humiliation.
But when the... thing steps in front of him, all hope is lost, replaced with a pounding heart of tension, fear, and confusion. Surely this... this... thing is not human. No one is that tall. No one has that color skin, or glowing red eyes. No one has horns upon their head... Not even the Dangers.
The Thing lets out a string of indecipherable words, and a group of its equally as odd-looking fellows quickly move to bind Colon, who is too stunned and afraid to even put up a fight. But when they make a move to pull a sack over his eyes he jerks violentl, causing two more Things to yank him upright, tightening their grips on his either arm.
The one shoves him forward, muttering odd words under his breath. One of his fellows cackles as though he told a joke.
Colon, feeling exposed and afraid, acquieses to the Thing's pushing. After a while, he hears an odd thumping beneath his feet. Were they walking on wood? No, that couldn't be. Stone? Nope. He finally acceptss that this is some kind of rare material he has never before seen or heard of.
Eventually, he is seated in a chair of some sort and the sack is removed. Throat clenching, Colon looks up into the eyes of one of the Things. It says something to him, apparently trying to communicate a messgae, but it is not in the language of the Safehouse residents. Colon merely looks down at his feet, trying to organize his thoughts logically, to no avail.
The sound of feet enters the room, a Colon hears a voice, this one not as gruff as all the others. He looks up slightly to see a smaller form before him. A female, he supposes. This surprises him slightly, though he doesn't know why. There's females and males of every living creature, right? But he cannot answer, so he just looks on at her, eyes frozen in shock and confusion.
That's when the she-Thing does something even more shocking. She steps towards him soundlessly, slightly hesitant, and places her hands on his face. As her face nears his, Colon tries to back away in surprise, but her hold is true. When the she-Thing's lips touch his own, Colon feels bile rise in his throat, but he forces it back down as she pulls away from the kiss with a smile.
Then she does something the most shocking of all.
"So I guess you can speak," she says with a smile. "Can you understand me now?"
Colon panics slightly, eyes darting around the room as questions try to force their way through his lips all at once. "How did you...? What are you...? Why did you...? Where...? Why did they...? What the Hell is going on?" Frustrated and uncertain, Colon lets out a groan of frustration and covers his face, hands trembling slightly. He wanted adventure, yes, but this is a little too much.