wolfs_daughter: (Defensive)
wolfs_daughter ([personal profile] wolfs_daughter) wrote in [community profile] birthright_rpg 2013-12-16 09:07 am (UTC)

Food. Food. Jesus, no...

Echo's head was spinning, as if she'd slammed down two dozen shots of tequila in quick succession. Her laughter had increased in volume until it rivaled the unknown female's for noise pollution, but nothing was funny. Some tiny corner of her mind was horrified, but she couldn't stop laughing. The stuff at the bottom of the crater was moving, gathering like an obscene puddle around the alien's small feet. Out of the corner of her eye, the hybrid saw Cian nearly fall into the hole in the earth. She was getting a headache.

Dropping to her knees at the lip of the crater, still laughing, bordering on hysteria, Echo made a grab for the struggling alien. The sentient substance from the pod had started up its legs. Her woozy state made her miss, and her hands scraped across blackened soil. "Fuck. Goddamn..."

Her stomach was beginning to hurt from laughing. The bluish creature was making pained hooting noises. She wasn't tall enough to reach it. The crater was too deep, and her arms weren't long enough. If she went down there, she'd be next.

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