be_heroes Fred
One second Wesley was moving at a normal speed behind me and the next, he was moving in slow motion like in a movie as Illyria dragged me out of the apartment building. I kept twisting and turning my arm, to get loose of her, but her grip was like a vice and whenever we finally stopped, I knew I'd have a bruise in the shape of her fingers. I didn't know what was happening. We were walking, at least I thought we were walking, and everyone around us were standing still.
After a few minutes, Illyria stopped us and with a wave of her hand, a portal opened in front of us and in we went. It was the strangest place I'd ever seen in my life. There were shrimp...everywhere. Big shrimp, little shrimp, medium sized shrimp, purple shrimp, orange shrimp...every kind of shrimp you could ever imagine. It was a place that Bubba Blue would have given his right arm to see. I stared in awe at all the different creatures, and then I was whisked away, through another portal into a new world.
We stepped into an empty field of grass that was surrounded by trees. The area looked familiar and I thought that Illyria brought us back to LA. I thought that, until I heard a familiar noise. I heard the cry of a Dathurld hound and I knew exactly where we were: Pylea. Illyria'd let go of my hand and I spun around in a circle. A familiar feeling of panic, one that I hadn't felt in three years began creeping up my spine.
The Dathurld hound was used in the tracking and capturing, sometimes the killing, of cow slaves. I shook my head trying to steady myself, but I couldn't get my bearings. My breathing was fast and shallow and I knew that we had to hide. We had to run and hide and cover ourself in the dirt and dung of the Mohrant beast so the Dathruld wouldn't be able to find our scents. I turned and stared at Illyria and said, "Quick. We have to go...before it finds us."
I turned and began running and running and running. I knew this area. I knew it like the back of my hand. I was stumbling through the brush, tripping over rocks and branches. I finally found a patch of dirt and a small pile of dung. I fell beside it and as I went to stick my hands into the heaps, something jerked me to my feet and dragged me back. I was spun around, my eyes closed, waiting to be collared and beaten when I heard Illyria ask me a question.
After a few minutes, Illyria stopped us and with a wave of her hand, a portal opened in front of us and in we went. It was the strangest place I'd ever seen in my life. There were shrimp...everywhere. Big shrimp, little shrimp, medium sized shrimp, purple shrimp, orange shrimp...every kind of shrimp you could ever imagine. It was a place that Bubba Blue would have given his right arm to see. I stared in awe at all the different creatures, and then I was whisked away, through another portal into a new world.
We stepped into an empty field of grass that was surrounded by trees. The area looked familiar and I thought that Illyria brought us back to LA. I thought that, until I heard a familiar noise. I heard the cry of a Dathurld hound and I knew exactly where we were: Pylea. Illyria'd let go of my hand and I spun around in a circle. A familiar feeling of panic, one that I hadn't felt in three years began creeping up my spine.
The Dathurld hound was used in the tracking and capturing, sometimes the killing, of cow slaves. I shook my head trying to steady myself, but I couldn't get my bearings. My breathing was fast and shallow and I knew that we had to hide. We had to run and hide and cover ourself in the dirt and dung of the Mohrant beast so the Dathruld wouldn't be able to find our scents. I turned and stared at Illyria and said, "Quick. We have to go...before it finds us."
I turned and began running and running and running. I knew this area. I knew it like the back of my hand. I was stumbling through the brush, tripping over rocks and branches. I finally found a patch of dirt and a small pile of dung. I fell beside it and as I went to stick my hands into the heaps, something jerked me to my feet and dragged me back. I was spun around, my eyes closed, waiting to be collared and beaten when I heard Illyria ask me a question.