Jannistory19
The Eager Rper
Janine managed to follow the scent trail until she ran upon a small clearing with various kinds of bushes. Berry bushes? Janine walked up towards one of them and inspected it. No, no berries, so that wouldn’t be something that would mess her up - but they were fragrant in a sense, so that was something to consider. But there were a few of them. Sighing with slight frustration, Janine padded up to another bush before spying something moving inside it. She slowed down immediately, crouching low to the ground as she crawled to the moving shadow inside. When she was close enough, Janine hissed as she lunged forward, startling the creature inside.
“Gotch-AH!”
Janine hissed in surprise as she was suddenly jumped by a squirrel. She flailed around as she tried to get the smaller creature off her, falling to the ground while chomping at air trying to get the squirrel. The little squirrel scurried off Janine’s large body and rushed to the closest tree, taking the advantage as Janine hurried to get on her feet. When she got up, the little snack was already up the tree; it irritated Janine, though she showed it with a laugh. She walked up to the tree, watching the squirrel as it looked down at her from its perch in the branches.
“That’s why your mama was so fat that the other squirrels couldn’t tell if she was just another acorn or not!” Janine hissed. The little creature chattered before it leaped to another tree.
With that little business done with, Janine resumed her search. She could feel that Raban was close, but where was he? She sat down with a huff, irritation flowing through her as she flicked her tail. Where could Raban be? She inhaled through her nose, ready to snort the air back out, when she caught that stench again. With a hiss, Janine forced the air back out, her tail rattling rapidly in tandem to her irritation. Why was she catching that scent? Sure she smelled the other scents, but that one was the strongest for some reason. It was as if she was just tracking a nasty pile of animal crap. The wind was blowing it all sorts of ways, so she couldn’t tell which way was the proper way.
“Raban if you can hear me, damn you for rolling in that shit! When I find you, I’m going to bite you, then we’ll see how fast you can run!” Janine yelled as she circled the outer rim of the clearing. A shiver spread through her body as the wind blew against her back, reminding her that this wasn’t a nice warm day in the middle of summer, but instead a cool, borderlining chilly afternoon in the beginning of autumn. She growled softly as she stared at the invisible air, feeling as if the wind was mocking her for her sensitivity to the temperature it controlled. It somehow made her more determined to find Raban, if only to find someplace warmer for the day.
“I wish the wind would just stop already,” Janine hissed to herself. Almost as if it was responding to her, the winds picked up for a few moments, only to slow down and gradually still. Incredulously, Janine lifted her head as the forest quieted as far as the wind was concerned. The forest was still alive, but the air was dead at that moment in time. At least down here. Up in the taller trees, Janine was able to see the upper branches sway in the wind, while the air closer to the ground was still.
Great. Fucking great. Now the air was stagnant. What did that mean for her tracking? Hesitantly, Janine sniffed the air, trying to pick up a scent. She barely caught Raban’s scent, but it didn’t seem to lead anywhere. A surge of anger welled in Janine in the form of a sudden roar and a fierce swipe of a paw against a tree. Bark flew as her claws left marks in the trunk, her frustrations getting the better of her. Scales flexed as Janine sat on her haunches, trying not to get too worked up over a game. It was supposed to be fun.
She was supposed to be having fun. How did Raban keep his enthusiasm up? A bit of movement caught Janine’s eye when she looked up. It barely caught her attention, but it was enough for her to get up and move towards the largest bush in the area. When she got close to the object of her attention, Janine placed a paw on it before laying down. A cute piece of fluff. From the squirrel? Her tongue slithered out of her mouth to flick itself around the ball of fuzz. It had two familiar scents on it. One was Raban’s, and the other was something else. Not the squirrel. But something that she’d detected and encountered before. Seeing this as a sign, Janine decided to focus on the wolf’s scent, lifting her head to take in what the stagnant air had to offer. When she opened her mouth, Janine hissed in surprise.
Raban’s scent was stronger here. Around her. Here. So he was close, closer than she’d hoped.
Her hope and enthusiasm slowly rising again, Janine got up on her paws and searched the area once more, determined to find Raban. Even so, the newest scent was throwing her off. It was probably her subconscious trying to piece together every bit of information that her senses were picking up, which, while often helpful at times, was distracting her right now. She knew that smell, but she couldn't place where or why. She felt as if she should be wary or cautious - something in her memory or instinct told her so. She sighed while circling the largest bush for no real reason.
'Focus. I have to focus. Or at least filter the scents I have,' Janine urged herself.
Sitting down, Janine forced herself to do… something. Focus. She stared blankly, until a shift in the bush ahead of her caught her attention. She was curious, but wary - it made her want to stay out, but she wanted to see what was in the bush. So Janine tried to do something along the lines of squinting, even though snakes couldn't do such things. She tried her hardest to see the darkness within the bush, focus her senses on whatever little movement was taking place, to catch the animal within the bush with her sights only.
After a minute or so Janine felt something shift within her. Her vision. It blinked… or something blinked. Startled, Janine rose to her feet, hissing nervously as she began backing away into the forest. What is happening now?! The forest was soon changing color: greens and browns all became bluish in color. Janine stumbled, her eyes having switched her entire world in seconds. She happened to glance at her body, which was a blend of orange and red.
'What the hell is this?! What happened to my normal vision?'
Janine looked at the forest and noticed the trees being somewhat discernable from the rest of the world. They looked more defined in a sense. She put a paw on a tree trunk and stroked it - it felt normal, it just didn't look normal. Slowly, Janine got to her feet and looked around. There were animals she saw in the trees - birds and squirrels. They still have their shapes in a sense, but they were various shades of brighter colors. So did the brighter colors mean animals?
She looked down to the large and strange pile of orange and red that stayed in that bush, and felt something familiar again. Something inside her told her that she was on the right path. She slowly stalked the bush from a distance, trying to make sure that she didn't bump into any trees as she purposefully walked behind them - which was harder said than done. Another whiff of Raban caught her tongue, further suggesting what she was fiercely trying to prove. That seemed to satisfy Janine. Sitting behind a tree, Janine struggled to get her vision back to normal. She strained and tried to think about her normal eyes, and how the forest looked before it changed. Eventually, the world went back to normal, relief washing over her as she looked towards the bush in the distance. She couldn't tell which way Raban was facing, but she'd eventually find out.
With excitement beginning to flow again, the young demon circled the bush to find his backside. When she found it, she made sure she was silent, low to the ground and slow as she could without stalling. She inched closer to Raban, using the thick bush as her cover after leaving the trees, tongue flicking and tail twitching, but not rattling. She lifted a paw in preparation to strike, and in that last moment, her tail rattled.
"Found you!" Janine hissed harshly. She lunged forward... but she completely missed the fact that thorns coated the bush as if it was its fur. Her snout and paws were completely surrounded by prickly brambles. A hissing-roar of surprise bombarded the immediate air around her, forcing the serpentine demon to reel back in pain as her tail thrashed near the bush. She found some of the prickly thorns on her paw, but she couldn't let herself be distracted. Forcing herself to fight the pinching pain, Janine faced where she had found Raban, hoping to have trapped him somehow.
“Gotch-AH!”
Janine hissed in surprise as she was suddenly jumped by a squirrel. She flailed around as she tried to get the smaller creature off her, falling to the ground while chomping at air trying to get the squirrel. The little squirrel scurried off Janine’s large body and rushed to the closest tree, taking the advantage as Janine hurried to get on her feet. When she got up, the little snack was already up the tree; it irritated Janine, though she showed it with a laugh. She walked up to the tree, watching the squirrel as it looked down at her from its perch in the branches.
“That’s why your mama was so fat that the other squirrels couldn’t tell if she was just another acorn or not!” Janine hissed. The little creature chattered before it leaped to another tree.
With that little business done with, Janine resumed her search. She could feel that Raban was close, but where was he? She sat down with a huff, irritation flowing through her as she flicked her tail. Where could Raban be? She inhaled through her nose, ready to snort the air back out, when she caught that stench again. With a hiss, Janine forced the air back out, her tail rattling rapidly in tandem to her irritation. Why was she catching that scent? Sure she smelled the other scents, but that one was the strongest for some reason. It was as if she was just tracking a nasty pile of animal crap. The wind was blowing it all sorts of ways, so she couldn’t tell which way was the proper way.
“Raban if you can hear me, damn you for rolling in that shit! When I find you, I’m going to bite you, then we’ll see how fast you can run!” Janine yelled as she circled the outer rim of the clearing. A shiver spread through her body as the wind blew against her back, reminding her that this wasn’t a nice warm day in the middle of summer, but instead a cool, borderlining chilly afternoon in the beginning of autumn. She growled softly as she stared at the invisible air, feeling as if the wind was mocking her for her sensitivity to the temperature it controlled. It somehow made her more determined to find Raban, if only to find someplace warmer for the day.
“I wish the wind would just stop already,” Janine hissed to herself. Almost as if it was responding to her, the winds picked up for a few moments, only to slow down and gradually still. Incredulously, Janine lifted her head as the forest quieted as far as the wind was concerned. The forest was still alive, but the air was dead at that moment in time. At least down here. Up in the taller trees, Janine was able to see the upper branches sway in the wind, while the air closer to the ground was still.
Great. Fucking great. Now the air was stagnant. What did that mean for her tracking? Hesitantly, Janine sniffed the air, trying to pick up a scent. She barely caught Raban’s scent, but it didn’t seem to lead anywhere. A surge of anger welled in Janine in the form of a sudden roar and a fierce swipe of a paw against a tree. Bark flew as her claws left marks in the trunk, her frustrations getting the better of her. Scales flexed as Janine sat on her haunches, trying not to get too worked up over a game. It was supposed to be fun.
She was supposed to be having fun. How did Raban keep his enthusiasm up? A bit of movement caught Janine’s eye when she looked up. It barely caught her attention, but it was enough for her to get up and move towards the largest bush in the area. When she got close to the object of her attention, Janine placed a paw on it before laying down. A cute piece of fluff. From the squirrel? Her tongue slithered out of her mouth to flick itself around the ball of fuzz. It had two familiar scents on it. One was Raban’s, and the other was something else. Not the squirrel. But something that she’d detected and encountered before. Seeing this as a sign, Janine decided to focus on the wolf’s scent, lifting her head to take in what the stagnant air had to offer. When she opened her mouth, Janine hissed in surprise.
Raban’s scent was stronger here. Around her. Here. So he was close, closer than she’d hoped.
Her hope and enthusiasm slowly rising again, Janine got up on her paws and searched the area once more, determined to find Raban. Even so, the newest scent was throwing her off. It was probably her subconscious trying to piece together every bit of information that her senses were picking up, which, while often helpful at times, was distracting her right now. She knew that smell, but she couldn't place where or why. She felt as if she should be wary or cautious - something in her memory or instinct told her so. She sighed while circling the largest bush for no real reason.
'Focus. I have to focus. Or at least filter the scents I have,' Janine urged herself.
Sitting down, Janine forced herself to do… something. Focus. She stared blankly, until a shift in the bush ahead of her caught her attention. She was curious, but wary - it made her want to stay out, but she wanted to see what was in the bush. So Janine tried to do something along the lines of squinting, even though snakes couldn't do such things. She tried her hardest to see the darkness within the bush, focus her senses on whatever little movement was taking place, to catch the animal within the bush with her sights only.
After a minute or so Janine felt something shift within her. Her vision. It blinked… or something blinked. Startled, Janine rose to her feet, hissing nervously as she began backing away into the forest. What is happening now?! The forest was soon changing color: greens and browns all became bluish in color. Janine stumbled, her eyes having switched her entire world in seconds. She happened to glance at her body, which was a blend of orange and red.
'What the hell is this?! What happened to my normal vision?'
Janine looked at the forest and noticed the trees being somewhat discernable from the rest of the world. They looked more defined in a sense. She put a paw on a tree trunk and stroked it - it felt normal, it just didn't look normal. Slowly, Janine got to her feet and looked around. There were animals she saw in the trees - birds and squirrels. They still have their shapes in a sense, but they were various shades of brighter colors. So did the brighter colors mean animals?
She looked down to the large and strange pile of orange and red that stayed in that bush, and felt something familiar again. Something inside her told her that she was on the right path. She slowly stalked the bush from a distance, trying to make sure that she didn't bump into any trees as she purposefully walked behind them - which was harder said than done. Another whiff of Raban caught her tongue, further suggesting what she was fiercely trying to prove. That seemed to satisfy Janine. Sitting behind a tree, Janine struggled to get her vision back to normal. She strained and tried to think about her normal eyes, and how the forest looked before it changed. Eventually, the world went back to normal, relief washing over her as she looked towards the bush in the distance. She couldn't tell which way Raban was facing, but she'd eventually find out.
With excitement beginning to flow again, the young demon circled the bush to find his backside. When she found it, she made sure she was silent, low to the ground and slow as she could without stalling. She inched closer to Raban, using the thick bush as her cover after leaving the trees, tongue flicking and tail twitching, but not rattling. She lifted a paw in preparation to strike, and in that last moment, her tail rattled.
"Found you!" Janine hissed harshly. She lunged forward... but she completely missed the fact that thorns coated the bush as if it was its fur. Her snout and paws were completely surrounded by prickly brambles. A hissing-roar of surprise bombarded the immediate air around her, forcing the serpentine demon to reel back in pain as her tail thrashed near the bush. She found some of the prickly thorns on her paw, but she couldn't let herself be distracted. Forcing herself to fight the pinching pain, Janine faced where she had found Raban, hoping to have trapped him somehow.