@gentlegiantingvar
Angel pushed her tangled mass of curls away from her face, marching along an old, forgotten forest path in the middle of nowhere. She was flipping through her camera, scowling at the out of focus deer and dimly lit flowers that were prevalent through each the digital pictures. She’d been out all day and had yet to actually encounter something worth seeing. Vivian was going to kill her for being out so long, probably, but she needed some good photographs for her auction, if only to prove that she really could do this. She didn’t need her aunt’s money or influence-- she could make a living on her own. She could sell her pictures to artists and journals and any number of places. Then she’d finally be independent, or at least have enough money to ditch her allowance.
A noise startled Angel into looking up, her eyes wide. It sounded like branches snapping-- but something much larger than a deer had made the noise. Larger than a wolf. Maybe even a bear? No, it couldn’t be bigger than a bear, could it?
Scrambling a bit from the recent startle, Ange peered around, creeping towards where she thought the noise came from, taking care to hide behind trees as she made her way forward. It wasn’t until she came to a small clearing that she decided that she was indeed very, very wrong.
Towering above her, a literal giant could be seen, his gargantuan physique making Angel feel like nothing more than a flea. Her hands shook as she brought her camera to her face, and before she could register her fear, she snapped a photo. Unfortunately, it was then that technology seemed to fail her, and the camera’s flash went off with a dazzling light. If the being had not noticed her before then, he certainly would now.
Angel squeaked a little bit, and (finally registering her fear), scampered back out of the clearing and into the safety of the trees to stand by. She’d never seen someone so big, an actual, real life giant! She’d gotten a picture of him, too! If she could only get these to a journal-- she’d be famous. She’d have no issues getting buyers for her photographs, maybe she could even start a studio, move out, have a life outside of her aunt’s business... the possibilities were endless.
That is, if she survived this encounter. Which, to Angel, seemed unlikely.
