adventures of aspersion

[gothica132]

   
(so its been a while, apologies for that, family issues have me feeling abit uninspired, but I wanted to pick this back up again, so heres part four!)
Cloud takes a big sigh and mumbles under her breath, but she accepts the fact that taking a chance may be good, having company will help soothe these rough lonely nights anyway.
“fine. You can tag along” cloud gestures to apollo to follow, apollo’s face lights up and she skips forward.
“the names cloud by the way.” She grips apollos hand for a moment as a greeting, then pulls her closer.
“but know this” with one hand cloud grabs apollos cheeks between her sharp claws, causing apollo to yelp and freeze.
“if you cross me. I will make sure you don’t wake up..” with a grumble cloud pushes apollo back and begins to walk briskly into fog, across moss covered mushed ground.
Apollo is taken a back by the hostility, and wondered if there is a reason for it. The pair trecked across a land of dead battles and bone, cloud isn’t so phased by the scenes but apollo is saddened by such sights as she stares into the sockets of a skull.
A rusted metal bucket of a caravan emerges into sight, this looks like a good place to rest for the night thinks cloud.
A soft yellow hand grips clouds shoulder which causes cloud to jump slightly.
“we must be careful here cloud, I don’t know why but the place stinks of a trap.” Apollo sounds concerned and is insistent on moving along rather than approaching the caravan.
Cloud is slightly discruntled but understands that a decorated metal caravan in the middle of otherwise barren moors is beyond suspicious. She nods to apollo and they both start to give a wide berth to the caravan. As they start to walk around apollo spots something strange, black veins cover the back, and there.. pulsing?
“apollo come on! We don’t want to wait around here to long.” Cloud starts to trot back towards apollo, then pauses. The grounds rumbles under them, vibrations bring out all manner a bugs. Apollo slowly looks up, black veins twitch and spread across the metal.
Apollo is frozen in fear as a mass of bright veins rise from the earth, bringing the caravan with them, it seemed to almost be apart of the biology of this creature.
“apollo!!! Move now!!” cloud tackles apollo into a bush out of sight.
Such a tackle causes cloud to wince in pain, remembering that she still has a fresh wound that has most likely opened up slightly from the impact.
“im sorry cloud, im so so – “ cloud clasps apollos mouth with her hand.
“don’t move. Don’t speak. This mimic means to end us.” Cloud speaks in muted tones, keeping her eye on the mimic, she then notices the moon is out shining brightly. If cloud can get in view of the moon this will trigger a transformation, her werewolf form will be equipped to deal with the mimic. The other option is to sneak through the bushes past the mimic.
What should cloud do?