Interactive P9
Added 2017-10-10 15:41:31 +0000 UTC
(GUEST IA CHAPTER BY: Tia or whatever she calls herself to the masses, you know who you are.)
In the scant moments afforded while the towering creature attended her bite, you dove to the only place nearby to hide behind, and end up pressed with your back against the cool, smooth wood of a table leg the size of a redwood. It wasn't the best hiding place, perhaps, but the only one available without fleeing into the inky darkness that surrounded you on all sides.
A raspy sound, booming thunderously, followed only seconds later. The creature's foot slid forward over the smooth ground to rest beside the table leg you were cowering behind. Her big toe rested close enough to reach out and touch, if such an urge came over you. Then, above your head, her enormous hand returned into view. She curled her fingers around the table leg, the treetrunk thick digits settling into place far above your head. She was leaning forward, and you only had another few seconds before her blazing eyes would swing into view. Hiding had bought only a temporary reprieve. Heart hammering in your chest, you make a break for it..
