<div class="floatright">(https://assets.vogue.com/photos/58916dd223f9887c0e0e0fbd/1:1/w_612,h_612,c_limit/17-hailey-baldwin.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Janise Hutchins</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"><strong>S T O R Y T E L L E R</strong></span></span><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Next Post: 5.4.22 | June 4th, 7:00pm | Clearing | <strong>CJ</strong>, <strong>Danica</strong>, <strong>Faith</strong>, <strong>Felix</strong>, <strong>Layne</strong>, <strong>Liam</strong>, <strong>Lorelei</strong></span><hr/><br/>Janise seems to look to Faith like a lifeline. Someone that can protect her. She takes the discarded napkin with a smile, small but there, and works on cleaning herself up as best she can. "Camp Runamuk?" she manages, glancing up at the other girl. Having something to focus on is calming her down, at least. Even enough to inject a faint tone of incredulity over the name. "A play on words," Janise murmurs, some faint amusement conjured somewhere. She's determined not to look at the trees, staring solely at Faith as if she pretends hard enough, it'll just be two friends conversing.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/9f/8e/67/9f8e674feffdac520f58bc44fb92cc56.jpg)</div>The questions seem to confuse her, though, and she shakes her head. "No," she pauses, hesitates, then adds "I don't know." Folding the napkin and judging herself as cleaned up as possible, she tugs the jacket offered by Faith closer around herself again. "I was home, putting the goats away. I saw something in the woods and I was afraid it was the local boys looking to make mischief, but then I got lost, and chased by that...," she shudders. "What kind of God can allow such a thing to exist?" Janise asks, not expecting an answer--or even particularly to be heard--directing the question more at the ground.<br/><br/>With CJ's antics sending her adrenaline pumping again, she blushes a bit as she realizes she's clutching onto Faith. "My apologies," she says, clearing her throat. "I'm not usually like this." She looks at Faith from under her lashes, managing to summon another smile. She doesn't get to answer before that strange echoing voice speaks, and she goes the color of curdled milk. "It's here," Janise wails.<br/><br/>It's a statement made all the more obvious by Dani's helpful directions. Layne's less than confident assertions of there being a nearby mongoose and phoenix have the snake letting out a hissing laugh. It's the only thing it says before it<em>blasts</em>past Dani and Layne, trees, foliage, dirt, and anything else in the way knocked down. It is, as it goes by, notably much larger than any mere<em>snake</em>. Perhaps because it is<em>not</em>a snake, but rather possesses the top of a human and the bottom of a serpent. The woman, for it is indeed a women, possesses three sets of arms and is as pale as the moon. Atop her head is a crown of snakes rather than hair, and one snaps at Layne almost idly as she slithers by at incredible speeds. Dani and Layne feel the brush of it, and feel the wind...<br/><br/>But<em>everyone</em>feels it as the creature attempts to slam through CJ only to be held fast. There's enough strength behind it that the ground around them cracks, and the sound the woman makes is all anger.<strong>"How?!"</strong>she demands. Janise whimpers, and it pulls the naga's attention like a moth to a flame.<strong>"You!"</strong>The noise that follows is more enraged, ringing,<em>shriek</em>than scream. It is a sound no mortal could make. Faintly, there's the sound of Janise praying.<br/><br/>"Lord God, heavenly Father, through your Son you promised us that whatever we ask in his name you will give us. Keep us in your Word and grant us your Holy Spirit, that he may govern us according to your will, protect us from the power of the devil, from false doctrine and false worship. Defend our lives against all danger and grant us your blessing and peace--" It's hurried and repeated, the rest of the prayer almost mumbled as Janise clings harshly to Faith and faith both.