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Thankfully [Naked Instinct] was more useful than a simple feeling as she had found herself rolling to the side without thinking, just as Lulu had given a warbling warning right in her ear. The wolf that had managed to sneak up behind her had missed its lunging attack, but its near-silent passing over her was equally disturbing. As Morgan rolled back to her feet she had tossed a sizzling bolt of lightning at the creature, but it had simply twisted in mid-air with a snarl, avoiding the charged projectile without so much as singeing its fur as it landed with a roll through the dirt. The girl had immediately turned to run, only to find the entire meadow surrounded. The lone attacking wolf was merely the vanguard before the rest of the pack closed in. [Spell Surge], followed by her tossing several [Flame Bolt] spells, resulted in new craters and one side of the encirclement scattering. Morgan had wasted no time sprinting for the opening, and that was how she found herself dashing madly through the forest with howling death nipping at her heels. The damaging backlash she had suffered from using [Spell Surge] with the fire magic had left her hands once again blistered and cracked. She did not even consider slowing down, however. The pain was tolerable thanks to her [Pain Resistance] and the damage was fairly superficial thanks to her affinities for Heat and Fire and the associated resistances. Her boosted physical capability both from her spent stat points and the skill [Naked Athleticism] were paying dividends with interest now. Similar to when she had climbed down from the giant tree, the skill helped her instinctively make the most efficient movements as she ran, and her increased strength meant her strides practically launched her with each step, while her agility helped her keep her balance with the impact of every footfall. Morgan had never imagined being able to run like this, and would have been amazed at her speed if not for the sheer terror driving her heart to pound like a jackhammer. Any possible thoughts of slowing down were immediately curtailed by the moonlit shapes keeping pace with her through the woods in the distance to either side. As fast as she had been running, the wolves were easily keeping pace, almost as if they were toying with her. They had closed in a few times, and she had responded with bursts of lightning and flame and terrible accuracy since she could not spare the attention to aim. The oversized canines simply melted back into the trees unscathed, howls mocking her every effort at retaliation. Morgan ran for hours. She had no idea how many miles she had covered. Probably somewhere between a whole bunch of miles and a heck of a lot, she thought to herself, having no breath to spare to speak out loud. As night had fallen sometime around the beginning of her running, the moons had soon risen somewhere to her right. With no frame of reference for the greater surrounding region as a whole, she figured north was as good a direction as any. Between the moonlight and [The Naked Eye] she could see better in the pale night than she had been able to during the day before she gained the skill. Back on Earth, a run like this would have killed me all by itself, she thought with mixed emotions. It was almost surreal that she could even think in a situation like this, but her options were simple and required little thought to process. Either run, fight, or die. Twice she had tried to slow down to make a stand with her back to a large tree or earth abutment, and twice the wolves simply melted away from the reach of her spells, panting like laughter as if she were merely a game to them. With fighting proven useless, her choices were reduced to running or death. Morgan had found she could spend Stamina like extra effort in short bursts. She had leapt over fallen trees and jumped over a small stream with the enhanced exertion, resulting in feats that would make olympic medalists on Earth feel inadequate. Her stamina could not recover under the strain of her fear-driven flight, however. When she let herself slow enough that it began to restore itself, there was always a wolf or two right on her heels, nipping at her backside as Lulu’s warning warbles rose to a piercing pitch. This is an endurance race, she realized with sudden dawning clarity. Every big jump or dash brings my Stamina lower, she thought, and they won’t let me slow down enough to get it back. That realization almost brought her to the brink of despair. With their numbers and the ease with which they kept pace with her it was only a matter of time until her stamina was low enough that her body would begin to devour itself to keep her going. Simply running, even at her impressive pace, was no terrible burden on her reserves thanks to her improved stat attributes. She could tell through her healing skill’s senses that Stamina aside, she would run into sleep deprivation problems before her caloric reserves became an issue, going by how efficiently her body seemed to presently be operating. Stamina was simply her ultimate problem. Every bite at her flanks and bare bottom, when the wolves rushed her or she slowed her pace, required healing at least enough to stop the bleeding. Vaulting streams or other obstacles and the healings each cost her a small portion of stamina, and running at her current pace took enough of it to keep her from regenerating it, even with her high Vitality stat. Mana, on the other hand, she had plenty of. There has to be a way to use Mana instead of Stamina to go faster! Her thoughts were frantic; she could not exactly stop to experiment or look for a solution. But I have to try something now while I have the Stamina to recover if it doesn’t work, she scolded herself. After running so long, she was getting familiar with how her body used up Stamina when she burned it to speed up or jump higher or dodge the snarling fangs. If I can just use Mana instead of Stamina, but I have no idea which Element… At Lulu’s sudden trill of warning that her pursuers were once again closing in, Morgan seized her Mana without attempting to filter out the Elements she had already become familiar with. I’ll just have to throw it all in and hope something sticks, she thought. She pushed off with her legs in the same way she had used Stamina to jump before, hoping to at least lunge ahead of snapping jaws, but willed her Mana into the jump instead. She had hoped to gain a few dozen paces in a burst of speed. The result she actually got was a burst of Mana running wild as the ground underneath her exploded under the pressure of her foot’s impact. Startled yelps and snarls she barely noticed behind her, as she was launched several dozen Morgan-lengths ahead at a truly frightening speed. She would have considered it a resounding success except for the fact that her left knee had shattered under the shock, and she was not only flying through the air but also tumbling while a terrified Lulu emitted purbling whimpers right in her ear. Morgan hit the ground in a flopping roll, only her [Pain Resistance] skill keeping her conscious. She could see with her recovery skill that the bones in her knee joint had compressed together with such force that the crystalline marrow core had fractured, then splintered against each other and practically exploded inside her knee. The marrow-crystals burned with mana and were quickly dissolving back into her blood as [Naked Recovery] regrew then re-aligned the joint almost before she hit the ground, but even with her resistance the pain was enough to have her screaming. She was worried she might have spent too much Stamina to heal it so quickly, but it was necessary if she were to remain able to run. She scrambled to her feet, still limping but quickly recovering. Lulu had come loose from her shoulder when she landed and she dashed franticly over to the scrubby and picked it up, sticking the loofah back on her shoulder as she looked around for the wolves. She could see many in the distance running between the trees, and the two who had harried her were both over a hundred yards away, shaking the mud and dirt off their tawny brown fur. They were standing in the middle of a splattered sprawl of earth and brushy detritus that had been kicked up by Morgan’s sudden launch, and it was only the sudden shock of it that had bought the girl a moment’s respite She had rolled partway up a low rounded hillside, and she put her back to the mounded earth as the pair of wolves closed in. Every moment not running was a few more points of Stamina regenerated, but that wasn’t the only reason she stopped. The rest of the pack had been left farther behind the two vanguards, and Morgan was not about to miss a chance at some payback. Especially not when her Mana was literally brimming over, the channeled recovery skill having topped her off. As the wolves spread apart to attack her from both sides, she planted her feet and timed their simultaneous lunge as much by instinct as by sight. [Spell Surge] caused violet arcs of wild power to snap at the air around her as she pulled on every b
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He and Carly weren’t just siblings, they were best friends. If while walking you come across a sickly old man, or someone who just seems out of place for the environment, turn away; even if you feel like you can handle yourself. I was spared, only because it was full, after drinking the air and spirit of my friend and her dog. I loved her, wanted to someday be with her, but neither myself nor her brother could protect her from that Hell-spawned thing. So please, if you come across Lungdrinker, run as fast as you can. Don’t try to fight it. Don’t let it drink you.
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She put her hand on his and affectionately squeezed, two tears simultaneously falling from her eyes. This was almost as hard for her as it was for Charlie, she cared for him dearly and had suggested so many fixes over the years, yet nothing brought peaceful sleep. It was a very disheartening situation. “Wait. Charlie... ” Heather said in a loud whisper. Her face had completely changed. It was something Charlie hadn’t seen from her in a very long time… Hope. “Heather? ” “I was listening to a podcast last week. There was this guy… Listen, I know we’ve tried a lot, but this might actually make a dent, a dent! For the first time in years! I could scream… Charlie! ” Heather was beaming. For the first time since his mid-30s, Charlie felt a twinge of hope. … Today was the day, Charlie was finally going to confront his fears. After two weeks of meditating in the evenings with Heather, reading a few books, and taking nootropics (an experimental brain enhancement system that Doctor Cruff had developed), Heather had decided he was ready to face the nightmare head on. Through the many years of nightmares, Charlie had developed a crippling fear of hyenas. The site, sound, thought, smell… Anything related to hyenas would send Charlie spiraling, hackles raised, hair graying, and purple rings under his eyes. Heather thought the best option would be to physically face the hyenas head on, and a trip to the zoo was her bright idea to end the nightmare. Dr. Cruff explained on the podcast that facing your fears could rewire your brain chemistry, even to the point where it brings healing. Things that seemed impossible were possible, according to the good doctor. If Heather believed him, Charlie figured that he could trust the method and give it a shot. He took a deep breath, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out of the car. “I’m so proud of you, Charlie. I know how hard this is. Thank you so much for giving this a shot, I just know we are going to beat this. And of course, I’ll buy you a penguin pretzel, ” Heather said, smiling ear to ear, a single tear of joy running down her cheek. She wrapped her arms around Charlie and hugged him very tightly, resting her head in his chest. “You’ve got this, Chuck. ” Charlie looked down, kissed the top of her head, and rested his lips there, smiling and feeling better than he had in years. Then he opened his eyes and slowly brought them to the zoo, a large bead of sweat forming on his brow. … The hyenas went about their business and inspected rocks, yipped at each other, and ran around the pen. It was a very average day in terms of hyena. The man brought the food, they ate the food, and they played. Something changed, though. New thoughts developed in their heads. They all looked towards the entrance of the zoo in unison, mouths gaping and tongues loosely flopped out. They sensed the strongest, purest fear they’d ever felt. Flashes of a man went through their heads, thousands of years of evolution streaming into their minds. It was Charlie they were seeing. And never had a beast of the Earth felt such a hunger. … As soon as Charlie had crossed the threshold of the zoo, a deep dread settled over him, enough to make him projectile vomit into a planter when Heather was busy asking a janitor where the hyena cage was. He had never felt anything like this presence of doom, his vision going gray like he was in an old tv show from the 40s. He looked in every direction, no longer having any sense of himself, only the truest purpose of humanity; survival. “This way, Charlie! ” Heather exclaimed, excitedly tugging at his sleeve as she pulled him in the direction of the hyena exhibit. She was too excited to notice that Charlie’s eyes were pouring tears. 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