Whispers Of A Nameless Fear 🪼🐇

Between Time - 1

After what seemed like ages, Priscilla finally felt like she could think rationally. She was still scared and frightened about what could happen now that she escaped, but the fact of the matter is that she actually did escape. The adrenaline keeping her going was starting to wear off now and she started to laugh a little, looking at her bloody hands. They didn't look like human hands anymore, but it seemed that getting away from the glade helped to stall or completely stop the progress of her turning. She sniffed and thought she caught a whiff of a clean water source nearby. She didn't know how she knew it was clean, but she really didn't care. She wanted to get the blood off of her face and clean up just a little. The blood had dried out and the iron smell mixed with bits of intestinal juice and organ bits was keeping her ripe.

She allowed her nose to guide her to the good water source and ended up having to walk through a bunch of sawgrass just to get to the bank of the river. Priscilla cursed at the scratches from the sawgrass but seeing the clear and crisp water in front of her made her forget her cuts as she practically dove into the water. Almost immediately after she dived in, she crawled back out, shivering.

"Cold! Really cold! Oh my god!" she yelled at no one, shivering.

The amount of blood on her had been so thick that even her diving into the water didn't get a lot of it off. She was still kind of caked with it, which she attributed to the fact that the blood was mixed with some fat from Mrs. Blount and it kind of made a gross paste that stuck to her skin. She was still cold, but she wanted to get the blood off of her face so she wouldn't risk licking her lips and in turn getting the blood in her mouth. As she slowly went back to the bank of the river to wash her face, a loud rustling of bushes caught her attention. Her new rabbit ears moved in the direction of the noise and she felt the urgent need to stand, her nose automatically fliffing. Her eyes darted about, her new and improved vision making Priscilla a little nauseous for a second before the rustling sound caught her attention again and she turned to behind her.

Suddenly, a large grizzly bear came bumbling out of the bushes, practically falling onto the river bank in an uncharacteristic flop. Priscilla turned fully to the bear, starting to back up, when she noticed that it was acting a little odd. She didn't move but didn't approach the creature either. That's when she realized that it seemed smaller than me before and almost seemed... familiar. Now that the panic was gone, Priscilla just watched as before her eyes, the grizzly bear shrank some more and then started losing all of it's fur. Eventually, what looked like a human was laying there, breathing heavily.

Priscilla walked cautiously over to what was left of the bear and gasped.

"Guthrie?"

The young man looked up, blue eyes looking into her brown and he gave a small crooked smile.

"Hey..."

Priscilla put her hands over her mouth as Guthrie slowly got up, all of his clothes gone and his body aching all over. Priscilla tried not to look at all of him as he swayed a little, regaining his balance. Once she was over the initial shock of everything, Priscilla finally couldn't keep it in and ran to him, throwing her arms around him. He caught her as she cried on his bare chest.

"You're alive!" she yelled.

"Barely..." he whispered, but hugged her back. "It looks like you survived too." He pulled back to look at her and then sniffed her. "Mrs. Blount and Helen?"

Priscilla's eyes went downcast. "Yeah... they um... exploded all over me."

Guthrie blinked. "How did that happen?"

"It's a long story. Right now, you need to tell me how you turned into a bear?"

Guthrie sighed. "I didn't have a choice. Last thing I remember, the grizzly came out of nowhere and tried to hurt Hannah. I took on the bear and I remember my arms literally breaking backwards and seeing Hannah's panicked face. Everything's a blur after that. I'm going to assume by the shifting ability that it was some sort of werebear? I don't know..." Priscilla nodded and he looked up at her ears on her head. "I told you my story, you gonna tell me yours?"