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[blckstrbbt]

S A V E  B O N N I E | @consumedart

            A few hours ago, the Blackrabbit would have figured her idea to take shortcuts through forests a wonderful idea. No dealing with people spotting her, she would be left alone from dawn ‘til dusk, and she could simply float through anything in her way without a problem.

            Right now, she was dealing with her hindsight, and it was 20/20.

            With only the glow of her eyes and mouth guiding her, the noises at night made her constantly glance around, watching, waiting. Of course, a floating face in the dark shouldn’t have been cause for much trouble for animals, but it made her wonder what reactions people would have if she was caught here.

             ( TV segments about some cryptid, people trying to catch her and interfere with her plans, people trying to recreate her situation... )

             A noise nearby broke her from her thoughts, causing her to turn in its direction with a pause. When it repeated, however, she moved closer to investigate.

             It wouldn’t hurt, surely...

[kentmansleys]

@hasasoul

      From his nightmares the Giant walked into reality. 

      Kent froze up instantly; the sound of living metal (subtle warps and pops, the type of noise that almost suggested breathing) had him overcome with a sense of dread. He was caught between the urge to get angry, to assume the armor of rage, and to break down sobbing on the dusty ground of the McCoppin Scrapyard. If it weren’t for the burn of emotion in his throat Kent would have sworn he was dreaming. 

      Stammering and shaking, he forced his gaze upwards. And there he was.