365 Days of Drabbles: Day Sixty-Four

[jeriendhal]

For colliemommie: "Interval training"

Continued from X Marks the Spot

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Rolas could have run faster if he hadn't had the rope still hanging off his right leg. The angry shouts behind them didn't encourage pausing though.

"This is insane," Mel panted beside him. "Lost tribes of island natives, in this day and age?"

"Unlikely, apparently not impossible." He raised his still bound paws to point. "Into the jungle! We can't stay on the beach, they'll track us easily."

"Right." She followed him into the trees, panting as they paused.

"Thought you were in shape," he muttered.

"Piss off. Let me finish untying you."

His ears flicked rightward. "No, lets run.'

Comments

[rix_scaedu]

Lost tribes? This isn't the sort of outing they were planning, is it?

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Well Rolas was planning on having a nice weekend sailing with his wife. It was Mel's idea to do a pirate/captive RP and get him tied up and drunk on the beach.

Which he'll point out to her. Repeatedly.

[rix_scaedu]

Before, after or while running? :)

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Yes. ;p

"Conveniently, I was already tied up when they captured us."

"Shut up, Rolas!"

[drhoz.livejournal.com]

Well, the North Sentinalese people are about as isolated and welcoming as these folks. Including loosing arrows at a helicopter sent to check on them after the Boxing Day tsunami

[jeriendhal.livejournal.com]

Mel is having a hard time reconciling the Foxen having spaceflight for about four hundred years and anyone managing to pass under the planetary government's radar. She intends to have Words with whomever happens to be this tribe's Countess at least.

[drhoz.livejournal.com]

good point :) at the very least the local equivalent of GoogleEarth hobbyists would have spotted them :)