The Blue Forest (Active, OPEN)
Character(s): Jake Berenson, Soma Cruz, and anyone else who’d be stuck with them.
Content: It’s one of Zim’s wormhole portals appearing again; this unexpected gateway leading to Spira. Jake at first is alone, and morphs into his battle morph… It’s not long before he has trouble with a large three-headed fiend!! That’s where Soma at least comes in to save his butt.
Setting: Macalania Woods, Spira floor
Time: Week 32, evening
Warnings: With the monster encounters, violence is to be expected.
The shrieking, growling, screaming, and roaring coming from different directions in the darkened forest made Jake want to morph in a hurry. The shredded loose fitting clothes he could afford to lose, for he bought them cheap from the markets the gypsies ran. There was no sentimental value towards them. Jake didn’t exactly like wearing the vests, fancily designed shirts, plain turtlenecks, and baggy trousers. He was never fashionable to begin with, but he’d rather be seen wearing the lamest attire his mother bought him from a garage sale or thrift shop. Both Marco and Jake couldn’t have the luxury to purchase jeans and the types of shirts they liked, yet they made fun of themselves for wearing what was available-so it wasn’t that big a thing.
Maybe his cousin Rachel would like a small selection of what’s in at the Nineteenth Century Gap (The Shakespearian Express, Tights ‘R’ Us, Garage Sale for the Extremely Old Fashioned; those among other anecdotic shop nicknames that mostly Marco had made up), but certainly not either of them.
Anyway, when he discovered the sudden surroundings made him feel very nervous and uneasy. Calling for Marco a number of times using thought-speak and getting no answer also worried him. How did this happen? What was going on? Where the hell was Marco? All these questions popping up, he did not know any answers to.
Changing shape and borrowing the fearlessness and confidence of the tiger made him feel a little better, but not much. It took only seconds to for the last traces of his human flesh, hair, his small t-shirt, and his spandex bike shorts to be replaced by the appearance of the striped big cat.
More or less, the tiger mind did not feel threatened. This setting seemed somewhat familiar. The blue spiky ferns growing here and there, and the thick leafy trees must have reminded it of its own natural habitat. Those shiny orbs below the branches-were those crystals?
Get a move on, Jake. You can’t stay here, he urged himself as he prowled on all fours up the tree that rose up like a gradually curved ramp off the ground. What he saw ahead looked like a wide, long winding path up into the canopy. The round crystals lit up like round prism lamps from the thin moonbeams, beacons to show him the way through this place safely. Or so he hoped. Everything else was colored various shades of blue.
A very large and shadowy shape moved in the branches above Jake, and dropped down from the thick cover of leaves. It was as if a mad scientist had taken a mesh of animals and cloned them together. Three different heads stared down. A white bird, and violet lion-like head with a yellow mane were on either side of a black horned, red furred bull head-or Minotaur head rather-as it stood upright on two hooves. It was like something that came from stories of Greek mythology.
What made this thing look more dangerous was the purple furred muscular arm by the lion’s head. Its paw was on fire, but the creature didn’t seem to be hurt by that.
The heads roared in three different tones and pitches, a horrifying sound! Jake the human was absolutely terrified. Jake the tiger felt confused and concerned.
A fourth head moved up from behind the other three! A green serpent head attached to a scaly neck opened its fanged mouth to spit a jolt of electricity at Jake. He leaped back, letting loose a roar at the threat that no doubt wanted him for dinner. The nightmarish beast didn’t so much as flinch.
What should he do?! Running seemed to be a reasonable option as Jake whirled around. Searing heat had hit his flank, making the tiger roar in both pain and anger. Jake pushed on in the fastest sprint he could muster. He heard the abomination roar its three in one roar again as the leaves shook. The bark vibrated under Jake’s tiger pads.
He sprinted no farther than ten feet by the time it pursued him from above and jumped down in front of him.
Not good, NOT GOOD, Jake panicked as he began to realize that he might not make it out of the forest alive. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t go down fighting. The tiger in him would not make this easy. He moved his front paw so fast he couldn’t see it-not really. Three red slash marks appeared on the beast’s chest! It howled with pain as Jake felt some satisfaction in that. He hurriedly evaded the worst of the counterattack, that big bulky body moving to collide into his. Jake stumbled back from the impact and nearly fell out of the tree.
Now that its back was exposed, the tiger on instinct knew what to do. Jake lunged on top of its back, swiping a paw at the snake head and body for a tail. He opened his mouth, sharp teeth biting down on that reptilian neck as his wickedly curved claws dug into the thing’s back. Enraged, the monster screamed from the pain and moved the fiery left hand towards his face. Jake leaped backwards and landed on all fours with ease.
Jake roared. The monster roared back as it charged again, aiming to gore into him with those horns the size of African elephant tusks. The snake head, bloodied near the eyes, arched and prepared to strike with another electrical shock. How it could do that, Jake couldn’t even begin to guess!
He braced himself, relying on the tiger to know when to dodge and when to retaliate...
Content: It’s one of Zim’s wormhole portals appearing again; this unexpected gateway leading to Spira. Jake at first is alone, and morphs into his battle morph… It’s not long before he has trouble with a large three-headed fiend!! That’s where Soma at least comes in to save his butt.
Setting: Macalania Woods, Spira floor
Time: Week 32, evening
Warnings: With the monster encounters, violence is to be expected.
The shrieking, growling, screaming, and roaring coming from different directions in the darkened forest made Jake want to morph in a hurry. The shredded loose fitting clothes he could afford to lose, for he bought them cheap from the markets the gypsies ran. There was no sentimental value towards them. Jake didn’t exactly like wearing the vests, fancily designed shirts, plain turtlenecks, and baggy trousers. He was never fashionable to begin with, but he’d rather be seen wearing the lamest attire his mother bought him from a garage sale or thrift shop. Both Marco and Jake couldn’t have the luxury to purchase jeans and the types of shirts they liked, yet they made fun of themselves for wearing what was available-so it wasn’t that big a thing.
Maybe his cousin Rachel would like a small selection of what’s in at the Nineteenth Century Gap (The Shakespearian Express, Tights ‘R’ Us, Garage Sale for the Extremely Old Fashioned; those among other anecdotic shop nicknames that mostly Marco had made up), but certainly not either of them.
Anyway, when he discovered the sudden surroundings made him feel very nervous and uneasy. Calling for Marco a number of times using thought-speak and getting no answer also worried him. How did this happen? What was going on? Where the hell was Marco? All these questions popping up, he did not know any answers to.
Changing shape and borrowing the fearlessness and confidence of the tiger made him feel a little better, but not much. It took only seconds to for the last traces of his human flesh, hair, his small t-shirt, and his spandex bike shorts to be replaced by the appearance of the striped big cat.
More or less, the tiger mind did not feel threatened. This setting seemed somewhat familiar. The blue spiky ferns growing here and there, and the thick leafy trees must have reminded it of its own natural habitat. Those shiny orbs below the branches-were those crystals?
Get a move on, Jake. You can’t stay here, he urged himself as he prowled on all fours up the tree that rose up like a gradually curved ramp off the ground. What he saw ahead looked like a wide, long winding path up into the canopy. The round crystals lit up like round prism lamps from the thin moonbeams, beacons to show him the way through this place safely. Or so he hoped. Everything else was colored various shades of blue.
A very large and shadowy shape moved in the branches above Jake, and dropped down from the thick cover of leaves. It was as if a mad scientist had taken a mesh of animals and cloned them together. Three different heads stared down. A white bird, and violet lion-like head with a yellow mane were on either side of a black horned, red furred bull head-or Minotaur head rather-as it stood upright on two hooves. It was like something that came from stories of Greek mythology.
What made this thing look more dangerous was the purple furred muscular arm by the lion’s head. Its paw was on fire, but the creature didn’t seem to be hurt by that.
The heads roared in three different tones and pitches, a horrifying sound! Jake the human was absolutely terrified. Jake the tiger felt confused and concerned.
A fourth head moved up from behind the other three! A green serpent head attached to a scaly neck opened its fanged mouth to spit a jolt of electricity at Jake. He leaped back, letting loose a roar at the threat that no doubt wanted him for dinner. The nightmarish beast didn’t so much as flinch.
What should he do?! Running seemed to be a reasonable option as Jake whirled around. Searing heat had hit his flank, making the tiger roar in both pain and anger. Jake pushed on in the fastest sprint he could muster. He heard the abomination roar its three in one roar again as the leaves shook. The bark vibrated under Jake’s tiger pads.
He sprinted no farther than ten feet by the time it pursued him from above and jumped down in front of him.
Not good, NOT GOOD, Jake panicked as he began to realize that he might not make it out of the forest alive. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t go down fighting. The tiger in him would not make this easy. He moved his front paw so fast he couldn’t see it-not really. Three red slash marks appeared on the beast’s chest! It howled with pain as Jake felt some satisfaction in that. He hurriedly evaded the worst of the counterattack, that big bulky body moving to collide into his. Jake stumbled back from the impact and nearly fell out of the tree.
Now that its back was exposed, the tiger on instinct knew what to do. Jake lunged on top of its back, swiping a paw at the snake head and body for a tail. He opened his mouth, sharp teeth biting down on that reptilian neck as his wickedly curved claws dug into the thing’s back. Enraged, the monster screamed from the pain and moved the fiery left hand towards his face. Jake leaped backwards and landed on all fours with ease.
Jake roared. The monster roared back as it charged again, aiming to gore into him with those horns the size of African elephant tusks. The snake head, bloodied near the eyes, arched and prepared to strike with another electrical shock. How it could do that, Jake couldn’t even begin to guess!
He braced himself, relying on the tiger to know when to dodge and when to retaliate...