You cautiously remove yourself and head home, w...
Ultimate Human in Equestria Story
Chapter 21
This is getting spooky. You don't know who or what is out there, and that makes you nervous.
You're way too exposed standing out here; your instincts tell you that you need to get back into cover. You've got what you came for, time to head home.
With your rifle tucked close to your ches and making as little sound as possible,t you knelt down to decrease your profile and slinked back into the undergrowth.
You're ready to to bolt and make a run for it at any moment, though if someone were to follow you with malicious intent it's doubtful you'll be able to win.
The best you'll be able to do is maybe score a few good hits and leave scars to remember you by.
And if it's some roaring mutated beastie you not even get that chance...
You shake your head. No time to worry about what might happen. The best chance of survival you have is to get back to home base without attracting any more attention.
You only hope that you can get there in one piece.
Some time after you left the clearing, the forest let out a sigh, as if the very trees were holding their breath.
The leaves rustle, and a giant hoof impacts the ground and sends up a cloud of dust.
Unbeknownst to you, some distance away, far out of range of human sight, two giant golden eyes watched your movements carefully out of a blind disguised as a grove of trees.
A being of immense size watched hidden away from sight like a hunter stalking an elk.
The mysterious creature pulls out a tape recorder and holds it up to it's lips, before it speaks into it.
Subject has finished drawing water from the stream and is on the move, possibly back to hidden of safety. He's definitely spooked and I think he's realized that he's being watched. I don't think he suspects me yet, though this anxiety may mean he won't return to this area anytime soon.
The creature pauses, scratches under it's chin in thought, then continues, This one seems particularly promising. I may have to move closer to his den so as to observe him more closely. I've got a good feeling about this one, and my feelings are rarely wrong. If he doesn't turn out to be the perfect candidate for First Contact I'll eat my harp. Okay, that's enough for today, I'll move on closer tomorrow. Lyra signing off.
You're way too exposed standing out here; your instincts tell you that you need to get back into cover. You've got what you came for, time to head home.
With your rifle tucked close to your ches and making as little sound as possible,t you knelt down to decrease your profile and slinked back into the undergrowth.
You're ready to to bolt and make a run for it at any moment, though if someone were to follow you with malicious intent it's doubtful you'll be able to win.
The best you'll be able to do is maybe score a few good hits and leave scars to remember you by.
And if it's some roaring mutated beastie you not even get that chance...
You shake your head. No time to worry about what might happen. The best chance of survival you have is to get back to home base without attracting any more attention.
You only hope that you can get there in one piece.
Some time after you left the clearing, the forest let out a sigh, as if the very trees were holding their breath.
The leaves rustle, and a giant hoof impacts the ground and sends up a cloud of dust.
Unbeknownst to you, some distance away, far out of range of human sight, two giant golden eyes watched your movements carefully out of a blind disguised as a grove of trees.
A being of immense size watched hidden away from sight like a hunter stalking an elk.
The mysterious creature pulls out a tape recorder and holds it up to it's lips, before it speaks into it.
Subject has finished drawing water from the stream and is on the move, possibly back to hidden of safety. He's definitely spooked and I think he's realized that he's being watched. I don't think he suspects me yet, though this anxiety may mean he won't return to this area anytime soon.
The creature pauses, scratches under it's chin in thought, then continues, This one seems particularly promising. I may have to move closer to his den so as to observe him more closely. I've got a good feeling about this one, and my feelings are rarely wrong. If he doesn't turn out to be the perfect candidate for First Contact I'll eat my harp. Okay, that's enough for today, I'll move on closer tomorrow. Lyra signing off.
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June 2, 2023
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