Gravity’s Pull [Uruha&Nova]
Today, Uruha was learning the hard way that staying within the Academy’s borders when wandering was a much safer idea than simply wandering willy-nilly.
Uruha’s restless midnight wanderings had recently been taking him further and further from school grounds, towards the mountains where the ground seemed to stretch up and touch the Starry night sky. It took him into territory that went beyond the strange force field around the Academy, but he did not really worry about it; he had yet to see anything that concerned him creeping around the woods, and being under the Stars always gave him a sense of peace.
Tonight was very peaceful as well, Stars bright in a clear sky and the breeze gentle; at least, it was peaceful, until he accidentally wandered onto the domain of a particularly territorial, giant creature. He had not even noticed at first, where it lay hunkered down among its nest-like shrubbery; not until an angry roar had shaken the ground, branches and twigs crunching and snapping as the angry creature rose itself to its full height, its single eye gleaming at him from the light of the moon. Not that he had much of a chance to take in its features; he was not really sure what the creature was, but when it ripped an entire tree clean from the ground and hurled it at him, it was not hard to figure out that it was not a friendly one.
So, naturally, he ran. His long legs aided him as he bound through the forest, but the underbrush was too thick to really go fast enough, the spindly branches clinging and scratching at his legs. He even attempted a few times to slow it with small walls of ice, but it burst easily through each one, none of his conjuring having the strength to stand up to a charging giant. The elf was getting quite concerned at this point, and his heart was roaring in his ears, beating hard from a mixture of exertion and fear; the only thing that had helped him up to this point was the fact that the projectiles kept getting blocked by standing trees, but he did not know how long his luck would hold out.
As it turned out, the end of his luck came when a particularly hard throw sent a tree careening into his path; he ducked just in time to keep his head squarely on his shoulders, but had to stumble to a halt to avoid slamming into it. He whirled around to face the creature - just in time for a massive to hand to swat him like a bug, sending him flying a few meters away to hit the ground with a heavy thud. It did not knock him unconscious, but he did lay there dazed for quite a few seconds, breath knocked from him and head swirling too fiercely to raise to his feet right away.
Oh, dear. He had really done it this time, hadn’t he?
@nova-ia
