01-24-2018, 03:19 AM
((Sorry for the delay. I was getting creative again. For the longest, I was curious how this race might have looked and began to go to work on their design, or at least one of them anyways. It's still a WIP, so it's a bit blurry otherwise lol.))
Perhaps he was just optimistic. The male actually thought there might actually be a chance they could get away from such a bizarre and supernaturally phenomenal sight. The further and further they pressed onward though, getting just a little closer to the car, D'Anton noticed something. It wasn't the fact that Antonio's hand ran right smack into a invisible wall just inches away from their car. He would have questioned that if he got the chance and probably tried to find a way to fight against such a force. What he had noticed was that he could feel something bumping up against his right side. The male, naturally, tried to see what it was, with his hand no less. That was the problem however. He couldn't seemingly will his hand to properly move. In fact, when his brown eyes gazed down, he realized that the mysterious object that patted up against his side and thigh was his arm itself. Somehow, it had fallen limp entirely, the male not being able to do anything to will it to stir from being such a limp noodle.
"I must have touched something," he said aloud, trying to think back on what occurred. Then it dawned on him. He had accidentally touched some of the slime that was on the hand rail by the house when catching his breath for a bit. As if on cue, the bushes were beginning to stir. D'Anton wasn't willing to just be taken away so easily, but their guns didn't yield to any effects and now apparently, whatever it was these frog-like creatures secreted -He was assuming they did anyways-, had some sort of paralyzing effect from skin contact alone. "What do you think we should do then? Make a run for the house?"
Was that what the resident of such a building had felt, thinking that she would find safety in such an area? Maybe he could pull some gas from there and blow the creatures up or something. Then, he might have to ask himself something important: What if they weren't the creatures who trapped them in the first place, rather others hovering above them invisibly? This situation began to make him grind his teeth a bit.
Perhaps he was just optimistic. The male actually thought there might actually be a chance they could get away from such a bizarre and supernaturally phenomenal sight. The further and further they pressed onward though, getting just a little closer to the car, D'Anton noticed something. It wasn't the fact that Antonio's hand ran right smack into a invisible wall just inches away from their car. He would have questioned that if he got the chance and probably tried to find a way to fight against such a force. What he had noticed was that he could feel something bumping up against his right side. The male, naturally, tried to see what it was, with his hand no less. That was the problem however. He couldn't seemingly will his hand to properly move. In fact, when his brown eyes gazed down, he realized that the mysterious object that patted up against his side and thigh was his arm itself. Somehow, it had fallen limp entirely, the male not being able to do anything to will it to stir from being such a limp noodle.
"I must have touched something," he said aloud, trying to think back on what occurred. Then it dawned on him. He had accidentally touched some of the slime that was on the hand rail by the house when catching his breath for a bit. As if on cue, the bushes were beginning to stir. D'Anton wasn't willing to just be taken away so easily, but their guns didn't yield to any effects and now apparently, whatever it was these frog-like creatures secreted -He was assuming they did anyways-, had some sort of paralyzing effect from skin contact alone. "What do you think we should do then? Make a run for the house?"
Was that what the resident of such a building had felt, thinking that she would find safety in such an area? Maybe he could pull some gas from there and blow the creatures up or something. Then, he might have to ask himself something important: What if they weren't the creatures who trapped them in the first place, rather others hovering above them invisibly? This situation began to make him grind his teeth a bit.