Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27235572-20150920191601/@comment-26890640-20150920214347

Cerastes was barely visible. The giant snake was perfectly motionless, lying beneath the undergrowth below a tired looking tree. Though appearing to be napping, she did not miss the uncoordinated footsteps of two beings far off who were steadily approaching her direction. Their purpose was rather obvious. Survival 101, a class that she too was meant to attend. Abruptly, her eyes snapped into sharp focus and silently she slithered away.

Malison and Christa had run into each other on the way. Neither knew the other well, but Malison had eventually just given in and followed the one who appeared to know the way. Malison nervously began fiddling with her watch clasp. What was she even supposed to say? She didn't know and the silence stretched ever longer.

Christa had no clue where she was going. Of course she'd done survival 101 in her last school, but she hadn't yet had the chance to explore the forest. The wind began to pick up and automatically she switched direction. As they went onwards, Malison squeaked as the wind forced her slower pace to quicken. They arrived at the clearing. Cerastes was lying obscured near them, presence unknown.