Lil' Bloodred Ridin' Hood [Open]

Damn it all!

This was not how he wanted to spend his afternoon, traipsing through the forest like some scraggly varmint outrunning a hungry predator.

Ango was only out here to investigate the missing fruit from the winery, after one of the foremen attested to finding a trail of vat juice leading into these woods. It had been easy to follow given the stench, and its distinct coloring on the grass. Though never did poor Ango imagine the trail would lead him into a camp filled with saiyan pirates! Or at the very least, they looked like they were pirates – they dressed, talked, ate, and even drank grog like they were certainly buccaneers of some varying degree.

He had been certain of it.

There came another sharp crack of splintering wood among strained breaths, this time from a tree not very far beyond the tuffle’s personal space. ”Gah! Please, no!” he cried, hands up to shield his vision as his stubby legs continued to tire themselves out. He didn’t understand why any of this was happening, what was so valuable out of the things he swiped from the camp. The monkeys were none the wiser to his presence, they had barely noticed he was there at all. That was until the screaming started, when the campfire was spread among the makeshift bungalows and thick foliage. He only recalled the pieces of jewelry and a folded letter, none of it seemed important enough to warrant all this trouble.

”Got...got to g-get back!” Sweat distorted Ango’s vision, his parched throat making it hard to voice the conversation to himself. Fingers like sausages were placed against the nearest bark, an attempt to steady oneself from the unexpected stumble over unexposed rock. It came quicker than his senses could process – an impossibly sized sword running through his arm, the trunk, and the earth all at once. Eyes were wide when soil, splintered wood, and blood filled its wake, seconds before a sickening thud of the weapon imbedding itself into the ground filled his ears.

There was a sharp pain, unlike anything Ango had ever felt. He fell to the reddening glade, moist dew and droplets from his wound decorating his beard when his face greeted the green. An onyx boot planted itself firmly nearby, pivoting to throw the steel toed forward to force a crunch out of his jaw. ”S-stop! I didn’t t-take anything!” he protested as loud as possible. Maybe someone would hear his argument, however much of a lie it might have been.

”You tuffles are terrible liars.”

Ango’s eyes went wide with fear at the sound of the voice. Soft, yet stern, one that instilled a sense of dread in him all the same. How the hell was she so calm about all this!? Ango would wince, straining to look up at his attacker as the mauve-haired girl would retrieve the greatsword from the forest floor. The closer her steps brought her back around to him, the quicker his heart beat would become. Ango could barely hear the jewels drop from his shirt pocket over the drowning pulse throbbing through his head. The girl would kneel beside him, her fingers delicately cradling the crystalline necklace which gleamed in the morning glow upon its lifting into the sun. A ruby as brilliant as the attacker’s eyes glistened, a reddish glow overtaking his features.

Ango would grit his teeth at the sight of the thing – it would have been worth a fortune! His troubles at the vineyard would have been over! Damn this stupid girl for ruining his lucky break! He felt his composure falter when her focus returned again to him, clutching his arm as he continued to bleed all over this once undisturbed glade. The end of that colossal sword was brought within inches of his face. Ango could only whimper out of fear.

”The letter – hand it over.”

PL: 8,000 |Antisense: ON
TWC: 648