Game 2Game 2 Outline| Game 2 |
Game 2 Outline |
There's a hiss, and the dart hits you squarely in the haunches.
"Aargh! Why you....!" You bellow in pain, then turn on him, ready to reduce the puny human to a thin film of grease. The human Fred just stands there, gaping.
"You... you can still talk! Uh oh. I can't have you and Fred wandering around and blurting this out to every-"
You lunge forward. He dodges (only narrowly: strangely, he doesn't seem quite used to moving, almost as if arms and legs were new things), but the sofa doesn't. It jerks, and kapok bursts out most satisfyingly.
You extract your horns and turn, your rear catching a bookcase, which crashes to the floor, narrowly missing Fred-the-wolf's tail. Fred yelps and hurtles to the other side of the room, where he cowers, trying to keep as far away from the furniture as possible.
The human Fred is still chattering into his tape recorder even as he backs away. You move, feinting to the left and then veering right. The man, who hadn't been expecting such cunning tactics from a bull, makes an undignified leap over the table, narrowly missing sharp and pointy death. Again, the leap is slow, clumsy, uninstinctive. The table, not being as agile as even this person, is reduced to matchsticks. Human-Fred becomes tangled in the tablecloth, and staggers backwards.
You bellow again, and accelerate madly at human-Fred, all four hooves skittering on the floorboards. He yelps, a distinctly animal noise, and flails with his arms awkwardly, which are still tangled up in
...the flapping cloth.
...if only the wall hadn't been directly behind the cloth when you lunged at it. You careen into the wall and stop dead, sending cracks radiating up the plaster. Your body slumps down, but your horns are impaled in the brickwork. Even worse, the room begins to weave a little. Either you're concussed, your forehead is in the way of bifocal vision, or that tranquiliser is beginning to take effect.
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)