To your surprise, the titanic white reaper flicks it's eyes away from your shirt... and seems to focus past it. With a slight tilt of it's head, it begins to move to whatever it's focusing on. Directly towards you. It shows no sign of stopping or slowing down anytime soon.
Realising the danger you're in, you begin running in the opposite direction of the Absol. Unfortunately, the position of your shirt means running to the left or right is not an option, you can only approach or retreat from the seemingly oblivious canine. Just seconds after your sprint from your last position, you look back to see the shirt crash down where you were standing as the Absol's paw crashes down onto your shirt.
That certainly gave you the energy to keep running. You're quite winded when you reach the collar of your shirt, stumbling out of it and falling down to the ground, rolling onto your back upon landing. The next pawfall hits directly to your right, coming within scant inches of your tiny, vulnerable body, and you look up to see the downy, snow-white fur of the Absol's belly pass over you. Despite the position you're in, the fluff makes it impossible to discern the Absol's gender.
The Absol having fully passed over you now, you stand and turn to see the not-so-pocket sized monster slice open your bag with the horn on the side of it's head in one clean movement. Then it dipped it's head inside, seemingly scouting for anything of use.
Now it wants to steal from your only remaining possessions? All your rations are in there! Where else are you going to find food out here?
You hurriedly make your way towards the Absol, which doesn't seem to have noticed you yet, only to see...
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