04-01-2018, 03:21 PM
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"woah," aoife mewed, her words trailing at the edge of a shaky, incredulous exhale. the thick-furred tortoiseshell stepped gingerly, as if afraid that the damp dirt underpaw would fracture like ice under the weight of her body, moving slowly as not to disturb her fluorescent forest surroundings. this was the strangest place that aoife had ever seen her mismatched gaze danced around her surroundings, never settling on one place too long. it's so beautiful here, she thought. she mouthed the words as they appeared in her mind, and then her dainty lips curled into an "o"-shape; at her feet was a large, glowing mushroom. it seemed to glow, but it was untouched by sunlight  the canopy was far too thick for the rays of the sun to reach the forest floor  and there was no other source of light anywhere nearby. it seemed to emit light of its own accord. but that's not possible, aoife told herself. her brows furrowed as she considered it, and she moved closer to study the fungus further. the tortoiseshell-pelted she-cat knew that the radiation could have strange effects on flora and fauna, but she'd never seen ( or even heard rumors of ) it inducing bioluminescence. maybe it's lit from underneath? it doesn't make any sense! i've never seen anything like this beâ€â€
just then, she was interrupted by a sharp pain in her lung. it felt like someone had taken a knife and lodged it deep within her pale chest; she tumbled backward a few tail-lengths, and elicited a wounded cry. instinctively, a white-tipped paw moved to touch the place where the "injury" was, examining it for depth and blood loss. as she pulled the paw away, however, she noticed that there was no blood on it; aoife craned downward to look at her chest and there was no wound, either. what on earth...? her head shook rapidly from side-to-side. she was suspended in disbelief, and was beginning to regret her expedition into this forest. first glowing mushrooms, and now phantom pains? fuck that, i'm outta here. aoife managed a dry chuckle, before turning on her heels in the direction she had come from. it was time for her to take her leave...
shit, where's the clearing?
...i came from that direction, right?
no, hold up. it had to be that way.
...i'm lost.
the longer she spent wandering aimlessly, the stronger and more frequent the pains in her chest became. a sense of foreboding crashed into her like a noxious black wave; a freezing, tingly sensation of desperate terror slowly crept up the length of aoife's spine. her vision  now misty and clouded with the formation of tears  took on a red tint. it was almost as if the forest itself was poisoning her from the inside out; the notion frightened her, so aoife clung to her flimsily-held belief that she must be hallucinating. the tortoiseshell-pelted she-cat was crying hopelessly now, so afraid that she might steal her last breaths from the forest's toxic air. if aoife had a home or a family, perhaps she would be crying out for them; but, alas, she was alone, curled in a half-moon position on the mossy floor of this strange somewhere.
ooc: aoife's injuries for any medic characters: travel exhaustion & sickness as a result of being unused to the paelex suaviums
"woah," aoife mewed, her words trailing at the edge of a shaky, incredulous exhale. the thick-furred tortoiseshell stepped gingerly, as if afraid that the damp dirt underpaw would fracture like ice under the weight of her body, moving slowly as not to disturb her fluorescent forest surroundings. this was the strangest place that aoife had ever seen her mismatched gaze danced around her surroundings, never settling on one place too long. it's so beautiful here, she thought. she mouthed the words as they appeared in her mind, and then her dainty lips curled into an "o"-shape; at her feet was a large, glowing mushroom. it seemed to glow, but it was untouched by sunlight  the canopy was far too thick for the rays of the sun to reach the forest floor  and there was no other source of light anywhere nearby. it seemed to emit light of its own accord. but that's not possible, aoife told herself. her brows furrowed as she considered it, and she moved closer to study the fungus further. the tortoiseshell-pelted she-cat knew that the radiation could have strange effects on flora and fauna, but she'd never seen ( or even heard rumors of ) it inducing bioluminescence. maybe it's lit from underneath? it doesn't make any sense! i've never seen anything like this beâ€â€
just then, she was interrupted by a sharp pain in her lung. it felt like someone had taken a knife and lodged it deep within her pale chest; she tumbled backward a few tail-lengths, and elicited a wounded cry. instinctively, a white-tipped paw moved to touch the place where the "injury" was, examining it for depth and blood loss. as she pulled the paw away, however, she noticed that there was no blood on it; aoife craned downward to look at her chest and there was no wound, either. what on earth...? her head shook rapidly from side-to-side. she was suspended in disbelief, and was beginning to regret her expedition into this forest. first glowing mushrooms, and now phantom pains? fuck that, i'm outta here. aoife managed a dry chuckle, before turning on her heels in the direction she had come from. it was time for her to take her leave...
shit, where's the clearing?
...i came from that direction, right?
no, hold up. it had to be that way.
...i'm lost.
the longer she spent wandering aimlessly, the stronger and more frequent the pains in her chest became. a sense of foreboding crashed into her like a noxious black wave; a freezing, tingly sensation of desperate terror slowly crept up the length of aoife's spine. her vision  now misty and clouded with the formation of tears  took on a red tint. it was almost as if the forest itself was poisoning her from the inside out; the notion frightened her, so aoife clung to her flimsily-held belief that she must be hallucinating. the tortoiseshell-pelted she-cat was crying hopelessly now, so afraid that she might steal her last breaths from the forest's toxic air. if aoife had a home or a family, perhaps she would be crying out for them; but, alas, she was alone, curled in a half-moon position on the mossy floor of this strange somewhere.
ooc: aoife's injuries for any medic characters: travel exhaustion & sickness as a result of being unused to the paelex suaviums