[The thunderous pursuit has Toko booking it like she's back in Minecraftia, outrunning explosives. Or in that horrific dream world with the other three passengers, where she'd been trying to outrun her own execution. This time, there's no failsafe. She's knows damn well she won't wake up spiffy and clean if the thing takes a chomp out of her. T-Rex? Allosaurus? Big, toothy, butt-ugly godzilla thing? She has no idea what the name is, she just knows it's hungry, and it's pissed.
She darts into the underbrush, rounds the trunk of one tree, then another. There! There's a drop off with a jutting rock above, maybe there's a spot beneath she can hide? It won't be able to fit its fat head in there, or those shitty little arms.
Toko darts, leaps, and skitters on shaky legs. She was right, there's room enough for two under there! Which is what it's gonna take, because it's already occupied.]
Obi—
[Not the man she wants to see. A tree crashes down and an ear-splitting roar blasts the air. That's not the lizard she wants to see, either.
Toko darts beneath the rock with a squeak, scurrying as deep beneath as she can get. Her lips seal shut. She's sweating from every pore and shaking like a leaf, but she won't speak until that thing has taken its appetite somewhere else.
Then she'll worry about...certain matters. For now, they just have to live.]
Wildcard, because I DID jest, but--
She darts into the underbrush, rounds the trunk of one tree, then another. There! There's a drop off with a jutting rock above, maybe there's a spot beneath she can hide? It won't be able to fit its fat head in there, or those shitty little arms.
Toko darts, leaps, and skitters on shaky legs. She was right, there's room enough for two under there! Which is what it's gonna take, because it's already occupied.]
Obi—
[Not the man she wants to see. A tree crashes down and an ear-splitting roar blasts the air. That's not the lizard she wants to see, either.
Toko darts beneath the rock with a squeak, scurrying as deep beneath as she can get. Her lips seal shut. She's sweating from every pore and shaking like a leaf, but she won't speak until that thing has taken its appetite somewhere else.
Then she'll worry about...certain matters. For now, they just have to live.]