Puppetmaster
In the morning you awaken in the pouring rain. You sit up imediately and find your clothes are completely soaked. You appear to be out of the forest now, only a few trees litter the rolling hills of grass, and the mountains can be seen far away into the distance.
You look for the nearest tree and race towards it to shelter yourself from the rain. You wince in pain as the rain drops fall on your clawed face, pouring down more rapidly now to your annoyance. The tree serves little protection, but you curl up as close to it as possible anyway.
Puppetmaster. The name resonates in your mind like an evil beacon, repeating the word over and over, telling you, reminding you that he is real and just as dangerous. You shake your head in frusteration. Test, did he say? What kind of test? And what for? Questions bounce about in your head, twirling around and fluttering about, the answers always out of reach. You frown in thought.
Hours go by as you wait for the rain to stop, shivering in the cold of the weather, your body begins to go numb. You wonder to yourself if you should make a fire, or go looking for more suitable shelter...
You look for the nearest tree and race towards it to shelter yourself from the rain. You wince in pain as the rain drops fall on your clawed face, pouring down more rapidly now to your annoyance. The tree serves little protection, but you curl up as close to it as possible anyway.
Puppetmaster. The name resonates in your mind like an evil beacon, repeating the word over and over, telling you, reminding you that he is real and just as dangerous. You shake your head in frusteration. Test, did he say? What kind of test? And what for? Questions bounce about in your head, twirling around and fluttering about, the answers always out of reach. You frown in thought.
Hours go by as you wait for the rain to stop, shivering in the cold of the weather, your body begins to go numb. You wonder to yourself if you should make a fire, or go looking for more suitable shelter...
