Aura
One Thousand Club
http://1000.photobucket.com/albums/af130/rubberchickensoffear/Cat_Ba_20130306_093_Kopiowanie_zpsa11570cb.jpg- Liana vines
"There are so many things I'd like to do with this mask off." Isabelle said chewing on each word as she talked as if she was uncertain of whether or not she wanted to say what she did. Frankly she wasn't sure if she did. She was hesitant to fully trust him and like him but she wanted to. It wasn't that easy to undo all of the damages years of human mistrust in one day however. It was a process. And it was a process that unfortunately she had to do with someone she found attractive making her doubt herself that much more.
"I suppose all I really need you to do is to tell your sister what I'll be doing. She seems to get quite angry when I take over the gardening." she said sashaying to the greenhouse and leaving him.
She smiled returning from the greenhouse with a small pouch of a half a dozen seeds. She had been dying to play with these seeds ever since she had spotted the small cache of seeds stored in the greenhouse. It wasn't a plant that could typically survive in this climate so she had been surprised to find it but pleased. She dropped one beside a tree and she whispered encouragingly to it before she moved on to the next tree.
The seed began to sprout immediately and roots dug deep into the ground as the plant began to rapidly grow. Isabelle continued pacing towards the next tree so she ignored the progress of the plants behind her. If she were paying attention she would have seen fat vines crawling quickly out of the ground as they wrapped themselves around the trees and began to branch off and split so that more outstretched tentacles of plant crawled forward. The trees gave a groan of irritation... they were not pleased with the liana crawling across them and Isabelle sighed before explaining to the trees.
Liana was different than the vines she had used before in her fight with Alec. This was a plant that grew in deciduous forests and rainforests so it was unsuited to the climate and temperature of Janus City. Nevertheless, it flourished due to her presence. Liana was not just different because of where it grew. The other vines were thin and frail compared to the thick vines that were shooting forth out of the ground. Liana were woody vines; forming bridges amidst the forest canopy in their native habitats. They were also sturdy and thick; able to hold weight of animals in the trees. If she had this plant to use in her fight with Alec he would have cut through vines that looked more like branches than flora.
Several thick vines curled around each tree that she passed disappearing into the leaves of the tree. They were noticeable if you knew to look. But Isabelle felt that if one noticed then they were close enough to find out more about the liana plant than they probably wanted to know. Liana was more of a treetop and canopy plant but she asked her plants to behave contrary to their nature for a while. Isabelle told them in quick successive whispers that it was safer for the countless growths and individual vines to remain hidden under the soil rather than grow above it. She beamed at her handiwork as she traced the few visible lines of liana in the trees feeling the movements of her plants beneath the surface as they wriggled and turned beneath the surface waiting eagerly for something to come along. It would only take an instant for all of them to shoot up and begin ensnaring whatever came along.
Her work her was done. The liana was wrapped around the trees and the soil surrounding the Lariat house was now alive with the unseen masses of vines that continued to leech out further into the soil. Isabelle admired her handiwork and began to walk back towards the house. Her breath caught in her throat as she neared the house and she struggled for air. She gasped in successive shallow breaths but the effect was minimal. There was too much oxygen in this tank. Every breath seared with the pain of the oxygen. She was getting in breaths but there was not enough carbon dioxide, her breath was shallow and she was growing disorientated and nauseous. She grit her teeth intending to reach the Lariat household and Alec in time where hopefully he would understand that she needed a stronger mixture.
She had pushed herself too much with this. Her body lurched forward but her left leg didn't follow and she fell forward clumsily. A thick branch-like vine shot from the soil and coiled around her arm as she began to fall forward. The vine caught her and she swung limply like a rag doll from her wrist where her plant had caught her. Successive vines emerged from the soil to steady her body which hung awkwardly and they managed to stand her up gently.
A whisper quickly shot down the lengths of the vines and from several meters away a vine burst out of the soil spraying a fine mist of dirt as it rose and then a violent spray of glass as it burst into the nearest window of the Lariat household. Isabelle was focusing her attention on staggering forward but all she could hear was terrified screams. The grass, the liana vines, the greenhouse plants from afar, the trees, and even one lonely dandelion all filled her ears with their anguish. She took in another gulp of air and she inhaled a too-small portion of carbon dioxide feeling her lungs beginning to throb from not receiving enough of what they needed. Here was the moment of truth, she supposed. Her lungs ached so fiercely that she hardly noticed the strange sensation of the vines grabbing at her body. She could trust that her plants would do all it could take to get her into that house. She hoped that she could trust the people inside of that house to know how to save her. The mixture in her tank was wrong. She needed a stronger dose of carbon dioxide. Enough of it wasn't reaching her lungs and she was already exhausted from her plants leaching energy from her. She only noticed the energy drain when she attempted to do... exactly what she had just done and push her limits. The dose hadn't needed serious adjusting in weeks... she had grown careless. The oxygen mixed into her tank seared her lungs and she took another staggered step forward. Her plants guided her along holding her upright tenderly. She wasn't going to make it to the house before she would begin to lose consciousness. Sadly she was getting too much oxygen.
"There are so many things I'd like to do with this mask off." Isabelle said chewing on each word as she talked as if she was uncertain of whether or not she wanted to say what she did. Frankly she wasn't sure if she did. She was hesitant to fully trust him and like him but she wanted to. It wasn't that easy to undo all of the damages years of human mistrust in one day however. It was a process. And it was a process that unfortunately she had to do with someone she found attractive making her doubt herself that much more.
"I suppose all I really need you to do is to tell your sister what I'll be doing. She seems to get quite angry when I take over the gardening." she said sashaying to the greenhouse and leaving him.
She smiled returning from the greenhouse with a small pouch of a half a dozen seeds. She had been dying to play with these seeds ever since she had spotted the small cache of seeds stored in the greenhouse. It wasn't a plant that could typically survive in this climate so she had been surprised to find it but pleased. She dropped one beside a tree and she whispered encouragingly to it before she moved on to the next tree.
The seed began to sprout immediately and roots dug deep into the ground as the plant began to rapidly grow. Isabelle continued pacing towards the next tree so she ignored the progress of the plants behind her. If she were paying attention she would have seen fat vines crawling quickly out of the ground as they wrapped themselves around the trees and began to branch off and split so that more outstretched tentacles of plant crawled forward. The trees gave a groan of irritation... they were not pleased with the liana crawling across them and Isabelle sighed before explaining to the trees.
Liana was different than the vines she had used before in her fight with Alec. This was a plant that grew in deciduous forests and rainforests so it was unsuited to the climate and temperature of Janus City. Nevertheless, it flourished due to her presence. Liana was not just different because of where it grew. The other vines were thin and frail compared to the thick vines that were shooting forth out of the ground. Liana were woody vines; forming bridges amidst the forest canopy in their native habitats. They were also sturdy and thick; able to hold weight of animals in the trees. If she had this plant to use in her fight with Alec he would have cut through vines that looked more like branches than flora.
Several thick vines curled around each tree that she passed disappearing into the leaves of the tree. They were noticeable if you knew to look. But Isabelle felt that if one noticed then they were close enough to find out more about the liana plant than they probably wanted to know. Liana was more of a treetop and canopy plant but she asked her plants to behave contrary to their nature for a while. Isabelle told them in quick successive whispers that it was safer for the countless growths and individual vines to remain hidden under the soil rather than grow above it. She beamed at her handiwork as she traced the few visible lines of liana in the trees feeling the movements of her plants beneath the surface as they wriggled and turned beneath the surface waiting eagerly for something to come along. It would only take an instant for all of them to shoot up and begin ensnaring whatever came along.
Her work her was done. The liana was wrapped around the trees and the soil surrounding the Lariat house was now alive with the unseen masses of vines that continued to leech out further into the soil. Isabelle admired her handiwork and began to walk back towards the house. Her breath caught in her throat as she neared the house and she struggled for air. She gasped in successive shallow breaths but the effect was minimal. There was too much oxygen in this tank. Every breath seared with the pain of the oxygen. She was getting in breaths but there was not enough carbon dioxide, her breath was shallow and she was growing disorientated and nauseous. She grit her teeth intending to reach the Lariat household and Alec in time where hopefully he would understand that she needed a stronger mixture.
She had pushed herself too much with this. Her body lurched forward but her left leg didn't follow and she fell forward clumsily. A thick branch-like vine shot from the soil and coiled around her arm as she began to fall forward. The vine caught her and she swung limply like a rag doll from her wrist where her plant had caught her. Successive vines emerged from the soil to steady her body which hung awkwardly and they managed to stand her up gently.
A whisper quickly shot down the lengths of the vines and from several meters away a vine burst out of the soil spraying a fine mist of dirt as it rose and then a violent spray of glass as it burst into the nearest window of the Lariat household. Isabelle was focusing her attention on staggering forward but all she could hear was terrified screams. The grass, the liana vines, the greenhouse plants from afar, the trees, and even one lonely dandelion all filled her ears with their anguish. She took in another gulp of air and she inhaled a too-small portion of carbon dioxide feeling her lungs beginning to throb from not receiving enough of what they needed. Here was the moment of truth, she supposed. Her lungs ached so fiercely that she hardly noticed the strange sensation of the vines grabbing at her body. She could trust that her plants would do all it could take to get her into that house. She hoped that she could trust the people inside of that house to know how to save her. The mixture in her tank was wrong. She needed a stronger dose of carbon dioxide. Enough of it wasn't reaching her lungs and she was already exhausted from her plants leaching energy from her. She only noticed the energy drain when she attempted to do... exactly what she had just done and push her limits. The dose hadn't needed serious adjusting in weeks... she had grown careless. The oxygen mixed into her tank seared her lungs and she took another staggered step forward. Her plants guided her along holding her upright tenderly. She wasn't going to make it to the house before she would begin to lose consciousness. Sadly she was getting too much oxygen.