In Need of Distraction

[lost_wings]

Date: June 16
Time: Morning
Location: The Manor, Outside
Status: Public
Summary: Michael goes for a walk.

It was, Michael decided, a nice day. Certainly nice enough that staying indoors seemed just silly. He soon wandered out of the building, intent on exploring the grounds of the manor. After all, it was always wise to know your surroundings.

The sky was nice and clear as he glanced up to it, and he almost ached to fly right up, to spread his wings in the blue, which, yeah, not going to happen right now. It was much better to keep his gaze closer to the ground and focus on something else than the itch at his back.

Now, if only something interesting enough came up to actually distract him.

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[lost_wings]

There! A tree. If he only could get up the tree, the beast couldn't get to him. It would have been so easy if he'd had his wings; however, all he had at the moment was a dull ache where the wings were supposed to be, one that throbbed with the memory as he scrambled to get away.

Get to the tree. Get up. Focus on that, and nothing else.

[american_loki]

Loki could easily have overtaken the boy, but he wasn't running for the door, so there was no need to cut off his path. If he remained this panicked there might be hours of fun in this ... or well, as long as his stamina would last at least.

Another happy yip escaped her before she remembered effect and added a fierce growl.

[lost_wings]

Michael fought the urge to look back over his shoulder, knowing he should not waste time on such things. Instead, he focused on making his way up the tree. He just needed to get out of the beast's reach, and maybe then, he could stop panicking and try to assess the situation.

Assuming the thing didn't try to stop him from climbing, of course.

[american_loki]

Almost by accident Loki did indeed catch hold of a bit of flapping cloth. She clamped down on it and gave it a playful tug hardly able to stop her tail from wagging with delight at this wonderful game.

The wagging was a disadvantage of canine forms she thought, but on the other hand few other forms got to have this kind of fun.

[lost_wings]

It had caught him. The beast had actually caught him, and was biting on his clothes. He couldn't escape, not without his wings, and it was only a matter of time before he felt its fangs on his flesh instead of his clothes.

Reaching out his hand, he wished for his sword to appear.

On 17 August 2013 11:31, american_loki - DW Comment dw_null@dreamwidth.orgwrote:

[american_loki]

To Loki's disappointment the toy didn't scream. It did reach out a hand trying to grasp at thin air, though. That was quite entertaining to see!

She put on her fiercest growl and tugged harder.

[lost_wings]

"Let go of me!" Yeah, there was a hint of panic creeping into his voice, but he couldn't really help it right now. There was a phantom ache at his back, where his wings should have been. "Go away!"

His sword failing to materialize, he tried to kick the beast.

[american_loki]

The toy kicked at her and actually struck her nose!

Loki yelped at the sudden pain, though she had had much worse injuries in her life, let go of the cloth and snapped at the leg instead. She wasn't going to bite hard, but the toy should feel it just like she'd felt the kick to her nose.

[lost_wings]

It was biting him. The beast was actually biting him, attacking him with all its might, and he couldn't make it go away. His panic was getting harder and harder to overcome, drowning any attempt at rational planning as he decided for more kicking and screaming for help.

[american_loki]

How delightful! Loki had to let go of her toy's leg in order not to hurt it accidentally as it kicked, but she could not stop herself from wagging in delight as she ducked and dove to snap lightly at the flailing limbs without being hit herself.

Oh, it had to have been decades since she'd last had a toy that was this much fun!

[silverfox]

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