Dray
Gradually tensions between everyone seemed to settle down as sounds of the guards continued to come towards them. Shouts and radio static coming to their ears as they continued to search the woods. Max and Hawke took the lead at the coming threat neared. They all started running, heading for the clearing up ahead.
Hawke called out that the wolves could no longer follow as their territory only went so far. He swung his head back for a few moments to watch them stay behind then he ran after the others. Hos dragon claws digging into the ground to feel the changes from soft malleable soil to shifting grainy sand. It felt weird and started to get in between his scales and into the bleeding gashes.
The wounds didn’t concern him for long as the air began to change. The smell of salt, something damp, and an almost rotten type smell that he couldn’t quite place. After a few moments he identified the smell as fish, he had smelt it before when the guards had fed the cat mutants. He wondered briefly if they were going to have to eat the same type of food they were getting back in the Lab.
He paused at the back of the group as Max began to explain the next steps. “Stay behind me and keep low. Try to look as human as you can in case you get seen, but I know a place we can duck and hide. Use the shipping containers for cover." She paused slightly when she saw their looks. He didn’t know many of the words that she used then explained that the metal boxes were to be used as the cover. It was a bit unnerving that she still had so much control over them. She knew more, was leading them around, and there wasn’t much any of them could do to change that.
He knew for sure that he would not be able to pass as human, considering right now he looked like an animal out of human stories; good thing it was getting dark and the shadows were starting to take on unnatural shapes. He would have turned back to his normal self but he was still without anything to cover himself with, and he figured none of them had extra clothes.
Kisa launched forward into the shadows of some of the metal boxes. They looked even more confining than their old cages and he hoped they wouldn’t have to stay in one of them. He glanced over at Hawke, trying to gauge where they stood with each other. He was suddenly glad that they hadn’t fought in the Games and had made it this far. Maybe he could see a bit of the hesitancy he had towards the confining spaces of the metal boxes, and the need for him to change back to his normal form.
The jaguar let out a chirping sound for them to continue forward and nudged Edur and Chris forward after the others into the safety of the shadows. Their ragtag group needed to rest and recuperate soon, otherwise they would either be caught or die due to their wounds.
Gradually tensions between everyone seemed to settle down as sounds of the guards continued to come towards them. Shouts and radio static coming to their ears as they continued to search the woods. Max and Hawke took the lead at the coming threat neared. They all started running, heading for the clearing up ahead.
Hawke called out that the wolves could no longer follow as their territory only went so far. He swung his head back for a few moments to watch them stay behind then he ran after the others. Hos dragon claws digging into the ground to feel the changes from soft malleable soil to shifting grainy sand. It felt weird and started to get in between his scales and into the bleeding gashes.
The wounds didn’t concern him for long as the air began to change. The smell of salt, something damp, and an almost rotten type smell that he couldn’t quite place. After a few moments he identified the smell as fish, he had smelt it before when the guards had fed the cat mutants. He wondered briefly if they were going to have to eat the same type of food they were getting back in the Lab.
He paused at the back of the group as Max began to explain the next steps. “Stay behind me and keep low. Try to look as human as you can in case you get seen, but I know a place we can duck and hide. Use the shipping containers for cover." She paused slightly when she saw their looks. He didn’t know many of the words that she used then explained that the metal boxes were to be used as the cover. It was a bit unnerving that she still had so much control over them. She knew more, was leading them around, and there wasn’t much any of them could do to change that.
He knew for sure that he would not be able to pass as human, considering right now he looked like an animal out of human stories; good thing it was getting dark and the shadows were starting to take on unnatural shapes. He would have turned back to his normal self but he was still without anything to cover himself with, and he figured none of them had extra clothes.
Kisa launched forward into the shadows of some of the metal boxes. They looked even more confining than their old cages and he hoped they wouldn’t have to stay in one of them. He glanced over at Hawke, trying to gauge where they stood with each other. He was suddenly glad that they hadn’t fought in the Games and had made it this far. Maybe he could see a bit of the hesitancy he had towards the confining spaces of the metal boxes, and the need for him to change back to his normal form.
The jaguar let out a chirping sound for them to continue forward and nudged Edur and Chris forward after the others into the safety of the shadows. Their ragtag group needed to rest and recuperate soon, otherwise they would either be caught or die due to their wounds.