m!a: human

onsilentwings:

She was almost there. Almost. 
It was a harrowing adventure but at last she’s almost reached the ground safely. Her hands scrapped raw, a tear in the knee of her pants from the occasional slip up on the way down, but all in all she figures she’s done quite well in climbing down the giant redwood she was in. There were less than a dozen branches to go now and a little bit of a drop till she reaches ground level and relative safety. 

Xhuuya looks down awkwardly from where she’s clutching at her tree to gauge the best way down and carefully wipes sweat from her forehead. Taking a steadying breath she lets go of the tree to shimmy herself carefully off the branch and swinging slightly from it to reach the next branch below. On the last swing just before she lets go though, the branch she had been hanging onto snaps with a loud crack. She flails at her lost momentum and hits the next branch wrong, landing hard on it and driving the air from her lungs before bouncing off it and towards the ground.

Comically almost she falls through several more branches and bounces off other more sturdier ones until she hits the ground, face down, with a muffled thud thanks to the heavy blanket of moss and pine needles. Several deer bound away, startled by the ruckus. 

Xhuuya groans painfully, but does not move from her spot aside from turning her head to the side enough to breath more easily, and glares at the deer disappearing deeper into the forest. She blows some stray strands of hair from her face irritably.

Not one of her proudest moments.

Bell had no choice but to slow clap. The blue woman had been on her way back from visiting the Scott Manor. She always took the long deer trail through the pine forests that bordered Metro City and allowed the rich gated community of the ‘Lord and Lady’ lived in the be utterly secluded. Normally Bell’s walk home was nothing but peaceful nature and the loud music streaming through her headphones. 

Walking towards the fallen woman, Bell pulled out her headphones and crouched, “You alive? If so groan painfully.” 

Having just spent the last four hours with her secret girlfriend, Belle was quite a sight. Besides generally being disheveled in her tight leather pants and skull tank top, her face was covered in sharpie. The drawn on villain mustache at odds with her glittery gold eyeliner and deep purple lipstick.