Possible Entry for "Unnamed BB" in Random Pieces of Stories

She could feel time slowing down around her as her own actions seemed to work against her. It was as if her body had sped up to help preserve her life or react in a way she was in no way capable but did not allow her to think through such actions. She did not even finish taking a breath as the panic set in, causing her to sprint forward, her hands reaching out to the bookshelves to guide her possibly stumbling journey to make sure she did not hit them with full force and momentum. All sound seemed to disappear except that of the intruding quiet sound of air as if someone else running beside her - almost as if it were a breeze. But she was inside in an area that had no interaction with the outside world for years. She knew an outside source was not possible, causing her quickly beating heart to feel as if it was rising to her throat, pushing out all air and making it difficult to breath.

Her head looked to her sides and eventually over her shoulder, as if expecting to be pursued by a delinquent. No sign of another person or being in the library with her, yet she scanned the slight mess that had followed her desperation to move.

She could not help but sigh as she reached a clearing of familiarity; an area where her work was evident and freedom was close. All she had to do was run past the desk, head to the grand doors and go back to the main hallway where there were additional servants attending to the upkeep of the manor. She almost cried out in joy when a figure - a huge growling heap - pounced in front of her, causing her to take a step back. She tripped causing her to fall back, but she continued crawling to the best of her ability, her eyes wide and focused on the creature in front of her.

There, a gumbling growling heap, was some sort of motion. And slow rise, then fall, almost unnoticable except for the fact that it was all her eyes could see. The heap was a living being - for these small movements was the thing breathing. The deep sound was gutteral, as if all actions were through a mouth that she could not see. No, for all that was showing was a dark mound and she could not even make a texture.

Her uneven breathing now reached her own ears, the sounds of slight panic even evident to herself and her mind. Against all judgement, she closed her eyes, to focus. Breath in, breath out, slowly, surely, and allow all thoughts to once more process in her mind. Let herself think things through so that she did not act foolish or in a way that may harm herself. Allow her mind to focus on other details so that she could see the full picture, and not just the problem in front of her.

Finally, she allowed herself to open her eyes, and adjust to the lighting. It was then that she started to notice more detail. She started to sit up straighter, her mind now curious as to what may be in front of her. The sound of breathing… sounded almost more like a pant. She could place it more like the sounds she had heard before. The being still gave a predatory feel, but now curiosity started to kick in as fear started to delve deeper into obscurity.

Fur. Hair. Some sort of pelt was covering the being, giving it a very animalistic look. Her body started to get up, as she soon found herself getting closer, as if to inspect the thing in front of her. She slowly raised her hand to touch it, to confirm what her eyes were seeing.

She immediately stopped as a low growl emitted from the beast in front of her. That sound was definitely not that of a human. She backed up a few steps once more, her right arm reaching out carefully behind her, looking for the desk she had bumped into just a moment before.

Steadily, the being in front of her started to uncurl, a tail becoming evident as the creature started to stand. Her eyes grew wide, knowing that this was no ordinary beast. Its height was the same - no taller - then that of Christopher, and he was the tallest person she had ever met. She being to feel puny in front of this being, but she did not allow that to intimidate her.

For now.

(To be continued.)

Last updated July 27, 2015