Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-38113021-20190323232505/@comment-27070860-20190729211349

(momentarily stuck in a boiling hotel room at 2:30 am, awake because as I've mentioned I'm melting and damn it's impossible to sleep, so here's a short fragment)

Aaaaand Monu lost the car. The one thing she had her eyes set on. The one and only moving thing in her field of vision. She was as focused on that car as a raven is on a shiny ring. Or necklace. Monu never forgave that bird for stealing her necklace. Damn you, ravens.

Ah, that was probably why Monu lost the car. Her mind was all over the goddam place. Her parents always gave her wierd looks when she'd make study breaks every five minutes. But then they left somewhere, and that was the end of that. Come to think of it, last she heard they where somewhere in the desert, funding goldmines and swindling people out of their money. Monu wondered what they where doing now.

Where were we? Ah yes, the car. It's gone. But you know what's not gone? The road. And tiretracks. Woopie.

In the last few minutes Monu managed to clear her head a little, but was still overwhelmed by the sensation of pure, undeniable bloodlust. Thousands of smells invaded her nose, but her brain narrowed all of them down to burnt rubber and the faint smell of other animals. Her legs instinctively bounded after the trail, and she hardly had to even think about it. Her body was doing all of this for her.

While she worked on outopilot, Monu wondered what would await her at the end of the road. She knew she was heading for the training facility, but what exactly did she want to do there? Just, I don't know, break in? Ask if they'd let her in politely? Put on a disguise and bluff her way in? Okay, that last one sounded cool, Monu wasn't gonna lie.

Was Emi there? That would be amazing. Monu would kill to see Emi again. How was that piece of animal trash anyway? Good? Where they being to hard on her? Had she gotten her long-awaited glory yet? Had she fought a decipher beast?

... Had she been eaten by one?

Monu tried to distract herself from the images of a dead Lemur, drenched in blood with loose limbs and plucked out eyes. Monu had a very vivid imagination.

And may that very vivid imagination aid her on her long walk-trot-jog to the training facility. Who knows, maybe she'll make somE FRIENDSS THERE

(yo I'm hinting at the fact that I want to interact with you guys if you hadn't noticed by the aggressive capslock)