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Posted on June 4, 2010 at 02:18:00 AM by e w a n
 The sound of his panting echoed in the narrow space of the corridor. It was loud enough to drown out the soft patter of his shoes against the stone. His lungs burned and as he rounded a corner, he slowed, daring to glance over his shoulder. He'd lost them, at last. Knobby knees trembled as both hands reached down to steady them, his body heaving with the effort to replenish it's supply of oxygen. He was sure his blood vessels might burst if he had to run one more dark hallway. A million questions raced through his pounding head, none of them eager to provide an immediate answer. He tugged at the neckline of his shirt, trying to free it from the platypus's grasp, who was at the moment clinging like a anxious furry necklace for dear life around her fairy's neck. "I can't breathe, Evie," he gasped to the creature, who only gave a squawk of wide-eyed panic and resumed her vice-like grip on his shirt. The boy ripped her free with a grunt and shoved her scrambling form up and over to sit on his skinny shoulder blades. The platypus clipped her beak in displeasure of being rooted from her original position, but nestled up tightly in a ball as close to his sweat-sheened skin as she could get. "What's happened to them? Why are they acting like that? We didn't do anything to make them want to hurt us," he muttered, casting worried glances in the direction he had just come flying from every now and then, expecting no answer from the platypus and receiving none. Evie had fixed her beady eyes on the shadows that concealed the intersection of the corridors, entire body as tense as a loaded spring and ready to sound the alarm if so much as a mouse rounded the corner after them. Ewan concentrated on trying to slow his labored breathing, tried to stem the acid rush of blood that pulsed in his eardrums. "I think they'll kill us if they catch us," he warned his familiar, who this time quacked softly in agreement. He sighed, rubbing at the stitch in his side but knowing it wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Where should they go now? He wasn't sure how many of the other castle's inhabitants were under the same dangerous spell. He wasn't even sure it was a spell. He needed to find his father. Joel would have answers. Evie's wild squawking (accompanied by choking tugs of his shirt collar one would think too powerful to come from such a small beast) never gave him a chance to plan any further. "Oh shit..." He ran. Ignoring the fire that licked up his protesting legs, he pushed himself into a blinding speed, urging the adreniline to kick in and give him a fresh burst of energy. Stop and you'll die. Slow down and you'll die He sucked air into his thobbing lungs, feeling his limbs go numb from being forced so far so fast. He had to get away. He had to keep running until he and Evie were safe. He focused on that singular thought, letting it consume his senses. Then he rounded a final corner and miraculously managed to skid to a stop a few paces past the girl he'd almost trampled. In a normal circumstance, he would have taken her up in an embrace, rejoicing at finally finding the quary he'd searched so hard for the past months. He would have let the victory encircle them until the rest of the world faded and there was only the two of them, his joy filling even the darkest nooks of the castle with shining light. He wouldn't have been able to reign in his glee. But there was no time, and he only grabbed her hand firmly within his own, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he began to tug her into step behind him. "Run." he ordered breathlessly, already making for a widing staircase in hopes it led to a place of safety. But his sudden flying appearance would have obviously startled her, making an immediate mad dash slow going. He prayed she trusted him enough to follow his lead, needing to get her out of peril before he got himself out. There were seconds only before the rabid horde came around the corner, hot on his heels. Seconds. He had only seconds to act. He did. "Morgana, get on. Don't let go, whatever you do," he said in a rush, the metamorphesis already in motion, slurring the last part of his command. Please let her not freak out. Please let her trust me He panting turned to misted snorts, his ribcage expanding and turning silver-white as velvet incased his tanned skin. Teal wings were replaced with a shimmering curtain of wavy mane, emerging hooves clattering skittishly on the cobblestone floors. When it was over, a unicorn - a shine in the dreary gloom, starlight spiraling down it's long horn - knelt gracefully before the girl, pleading with liquid brown eyes (so familiar, those gold diamond flecks) for it's rider to mount. these woods are lovely, dark and deep but I have promises to keep image by circaagirl@deviantart
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- they are the unquiet dead - By Morgana & Kraar June 6, 2010 at 10:21:30 PM
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