A Different Perspective [part 1/?]
anonymous
July 14 2009, 03:48:24 UTC
This might seem a little weird but this is what I came up with.
Note: This is un-beta'd.
She almost had her, she almost had her!
Couldn't let herself get caught, if she did she would get eaten. No one wants to be eaten afterall.
Keep running, keep running. Little brother and little sister need me to watch over them.
The blonde kept on running. Running through those deep, dark woods (which she knew like the back of her hand), stumbling. Only stumbling over rocks but never falling, never. Falling meant she would be caught and would be eaten.
Tears streaked harder down her face. The trees were groaning and the wind began to wail, as if in warning of what will befall her if she falls. She could hear the creaking of the Baba Yaga's bones as she grew closer.
Why, oh why, was she chasing her? She was very important to the land (not knowing her important though). And being as important as she is (but why is she so important?), the blonde could not let herself be eaten.
Her focus went straight back to her running when she heard an ancient, rattling breath and saw sunlight. She was close to the edge of the woods, so so close.
Baba Yaga was closer.
Feeling something hot and dry and airy on the back of her neck encouraged her to hurry. Hurry out of the woods (her woods, why should she run from them?) where she wouldn't be chased.
Where she wouldn't be eaten.
And the blonde never stopped running. Her hopes grew, just a little, as she neared the edge of the woods. A choked scream came from the girl when she felt a hand - one with long skeletal fingers - began to close around her shoulder. More tears streamed down her face as she desperately shook herself free.
The girl never noticed when she escaped the woods and Baba Yaga. All she did was run. Run to where she felt safe and where her family would be.
Home.
All right, so part one! Woo.
If anyone has any ideas on a Slavic mythological creature that could have changed her into a child? I'm looking and can find only Polish ones that would work. Not that there's anything wrong with them, just, I think it's too far away. Which is weird because they share a border.
Dear anon, you have certainly captured one reader already. I was expecting this to be filled with some kind of kooky Britannia Angel-like plot, so seeing it taken seriously makes me happy in all kinds of ways. Thank you - I can't wait to see more.
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anonymous
July 14 2009, 21:33:16 UTC
Thank you so much.
I was initially going to use something similar to that but I wanted to incorporated more Slavic and eastern European creatures. The Baba Yaga was something I really wanted to bring in too.
Note: This is un-beta'd.
She almost had her, she almost had her!
Couldn't let herself get caught, if she did she would get eaten. No one wants to be eaten afterall.
Keep running, keep running. Little brother and little sister need me to watch over them.
The blonde kept on running. Running through those deep, dark woods (which she knew like the back of her hand), stumbling. Only stumbling over rocks but never falling, never. Falling meant she would be caught and would be eaten.
Tears streaked harder down her face. The trees were groaning and the wind began to wail, as if in warning of what will befall her if she falls. She could hear the creaking of the Baba Yaga's bones as she grew closer.
Why, oh why, was she chasing her? She was very important to the land (not knowing her important though). And being as important as she is (but why is she so important?), the blonde could not let herself be eaten.
Her focus went straight back to her running when she heard an ancient, rattling breath and saw sunlight. She was close to the edge of the woods, so so close.
Baba Yaga was closer.
Feeling something hot and dry and airy on the back of her neck encouraged her to hurry. Hurry out of the woods (her woods, why should she run from them?) where she wouldn't be chased.
Where she wouldn't be eaten.
And the blonde never stopped running. Her hopes grew, just a little, as she neared the edge of the woods. A choked scream came from the girl when she felt a hand - one with long skeletal fingers - began to close around her shoulder. More tears streamed down her face as she desperately shook herself free.
The girl never noticed when she escaped the woods and Baba Yaga. All she did was run. Run to where she felt safe and where her family would be.
Home.
All right, so part one! Woo.
If anyone has any ideas on a Slavic mythological creature that could have changed her into a child? I'm looking and can find only Polish ones that would work. Not that there's anything wrong with them, just, I think it's too far away. Which is weird because they share a border.
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I was initially going to use something similar to that but I wanted to incorporated more Slavic and eastern European creatures. The Baba Yaga was something I really wanted to bring in too.
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