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 Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 5:28 pm
she was falling,
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Her eyes flew open and she swayed with the overwhelming sense of vertigo that caused the Swamp to whirl around her. When the Swamp finally stilled, she took in the sight of a thicket, perhaps dark and foreboding if she were the type to assign emotions to the formation of trees and growth that held her in. It loomed impossibly tall around her and only far, far away, high and hemmed in by the black cage of far reaching branches, was a slim crescent moon smiling down at her, indifferent to her very existence. She blinked and looked down, and suddenly there before her was a body splayed open to reveal viscera and bone. The moon seemed to glow brighter for a moment, illuminating the slick, gaping violence that tore the body apart. Venturing forward, strangely compelled by an unknown, distant curiosity, she could make out more and more of the features underneath the blood until, with a sick moment of dread that echoed distantly in her skull, she finally saw the face:
it
was only
herself
sides spread
like a
butterfly
There, the tines of her antlers rose above her head into the sky and dug into the soft, blood soaked ground below her. When she stared down, her bright, pale eyes met her dull glazed ones down below. She faced her dead self with a distant horror, but it was slight in comparison to the impartial, morbid curiosity she felt, staring at the soulless, inside of her body. There was nothing to be done, no horror could change her death, death to death, inevitable and natural, the horror only present for a brief spluttering moment to protest her lack of caring. She could not muster terror of sadness to overcome the acceptance that drove away all else, that left her calm and gentle in the face of violence and death.
then suddenly the world
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Her eyes closed and when she opened them again, she was still standing but her dead body was gone, as if it had fluttered away, heaving its butterflied sides to disappear from the thicket. Left behind was the blood soaked ground, dark and glittering with wetness under the smiling moon. Blinking at her from the far end of the thicket was a furby, a new creature in the otherwise empty thicket. It stared at her, looking unaware and uncomprehendingly at her and the blood with its large blank eyes. To reach it, she had to cross over the blood that had come tumbling out of her dead body. The smell of blood rose up to capture her as she tread over the large, dark spot, only to release her to the cold, comfortless furby with a sigh. The smell lingered long in her nose though and looking back at the stain of violence, she knew then that she must know why.
Why was she killed? Not why she must die. Death and being dead were two things she did not fear, could not fear. While some ancient instinct led her to feel as if her life was more valuable to herself than others, when she walked along oft tread paths and strange new scenes, she found no reason to actually believe it to be true. There was no more worth to her own life than any other, her reality nor more true than any other, with no more meaning than any other. That was simple and easy to accept. Still, she had to discover the reason for the violence because it had been shown to her. there was no more reason than that.OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: None Section notes: Somekin is dead. It is herself.
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:05 pm
Up close, she realized now that it is not just trees and branches keeping her from moving away from this thicket. There were red vines tangled like the guts that had spilled from her dead body. She approached them cautiously, the thorns were dangerous and though she might not mind the injury, something told her that she should not be so careless. Staring up at wall of thorns, she decided to be cautious.
She struck out with a front hoof again and again, slashing at the vines. Despite putting a great deal of strength behind each hit, there was no discernible damage done to the vine. She was about to try something different when something fell from the vines. She looked down, dipping her head down to peer at what had fallen. It was slick and wet, smelling very clearly of blood. It took her a long moment before she realized what it was. It was a broken tine from an antler, covered in blood.OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine Section notes: Vine vines vines...
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 8:54 pm
Encouraged by the appearance of the tine, Last Night continued to strike out with her front hoof, but before she grew tired, she recognized the futility in her actions. Never one to waste unnecessarily, she lowered her hoof, and stepped back to regard the wall of vines thoughtfully. She weighed her options, considering them as she would any other problem she has ever faced. This however, was not a simple issue of different realities; the vines would not disappear simply because she chose not to believe in them.
She had to go forward, this much she knew.OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine Section notes: Still more vines...
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 9:53 pm
Last Night skirted the perimeter of the thicket, careful of the thorns, eyes catching on patterns in the vines. When she came back to her point of exit, she looked thoughtfully at the base of the vines. If she could exploit points of weakness in the way the vines were wrapped and tangled, she might be able to get out. She turned to the side, parallel to the wall of vines before striking at their bases with a back hoof. While not opening presented itself, she struck deeper and deeper, careful to aim and the thorns with the hard part of her hoof to break them away from the vines so she could reach past them.
Finally satisfied with her work, Last Night turned to face the other side of the thicket, eyes on the bloodstain. She bucked up on to her front legs and lashed out with her hind legs.
Again and again, she struck until all of a sudden, the vines at that spot gave away, falling all around her. Some fell onto her but through nimble twisting and the protection of her antlers, she managed not to get scratched by their dangerous, foreboding thorns. Carefully, she picked out the tine from the fallen vines, taking the bloodied antler in her mouth, the taste blooming on her tongue, before heading through the opening, furby following her without a sound.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine Section notes: Findin' a way out
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:03 pm
Emerging through the vines and finding herself on the bank of a river, Last Night knew instinctively that she had to cross. Seeing no way forward except to simply enter the waters, she took a few steps in. There was something comforting but dangerous about this river, too still, too calm, but unknowably dark and infinitely familiar. She thought she might make it across safe when suddenly biting teeth struck at her legs. Instinct took over and she lunged forward to bite, but she barely grazed her mark while taking a large gash to her cheek.
The tine was dropped into the water, physically lost while its significance remained. Its existence unclear except that she had once held it bloody in her mouth. Sending water spraying, Last Night searched for footing before stilling to strike again, and this time with more forethought.OOC Footnote Current HP: 59 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine Section notes: pike: 9
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Amorpheous rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:09 pm
Before she could strike, the pike hit again. This time its teeth found its mark on her ankle, sinking in with a surge of pain. The blood changed nothing though, already Last Night's nose was filled with the sent of her own life falling away. She shook free and kicked out, hoping to hit the pike while it was close. While she did hit it, she was injured far more than her attacker was. Trying to get away, Last Night began to pick her way through the water, half swimming, half walking at this depth.OOC Footnote Current HP: 55 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine Section notes: pike: 8
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 10:14 pm
While Last Night did not commit acts of violence for violence's sake, nor did she cling to life or fear death, instinct still drove her to violence to save her own life. Something strange, tonight of all nights, urged her to live when otherwise she would have been willing to die if it seemed her time. To live fearing death was to live limited by those fears. For her, freedom was the only possible way of living, to live unfettered by fear, sadness, or guilt. So when she lunged to bite, serene in the knowledge that she may live or die and it mattered little which, she felt nothing except the visceral connect of her jaw and her teeth with its jaws and its teeth. While it managed to shred her chin and dig into the inside of her mouth, her bite had hit true as well and eventually, hers won out and the pike fell limp in her jaws.
Blood to blood, their injuries and violence mingled on her tongue, tasting of life and death itself.OOC Footnote Current HP: 49 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine Section notes: pike: -2 (dead)
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:10 pm
Tucking her head close to keep from stretching her wounds and causing more bleeding, Last Night walked with a calmness that should seem out of place in one who had just killed another creature and been injured, but she knew no other way. It was her only way to respect the dead. She did not mourn and she did not revel, she merely continued, living. Her left ankle dragged slightly behind her, painful, but not debilitating.
Reaching the other bank, she stared up the steep climb that she would have to undertake to exit the river. With her ankle injured as it was, she could not hope to take the most treacherous and also most expedient path. Searching for a better way up, she pulled herself out of the water and onto the bottom of the bank. She edged her way horizontal towards what she hoped would be an easier way up.
Though she was careful, her hoof still caught a stone, sending it rolling into the river with a splash. What was beneath the stone was of more importance though. Bending low, Last Night touched it with her nose to find that it was a pelt that still smelled faintly of boar and old blood. It was dry and brittle in comparison to the blood that was caked warm and wet at her neck.OOC Footnote Current HP: 49 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt Section notes: feet left to go: 20 and going no where fast
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 11:34 pm
She continued along this horizontal path, careful not to fall into the river because she wasn't certain if her ankle could take the strain. Edging along, her antlers occasionally scraped along the bank, causing loose soil to fall upon her. She ignored it until a tine caught. Jerking free, she dislodged a few rocks that tumbled down past her feet and down into the water, but more importantly, a single crane feather drifted down past her nose to land on the ground in front of her. She stared down at it and some inkling of recognition began to stir in her breast.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 49 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather Section notes: feet left to go: 20 and stuck
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 12:51 am
Despite her careful hoofsteps, she still tripped on an unseen dip in the ground. The wet dirt made it hard for her to find her footing and she nearly fell back into the water. She managed to anchor herself by pushing her antlers into the bank, but otherwise made not other progress. She took the time to rest, testing the limits of her ankle and her neck, distantly wondering how much pain would become too much.OOC Footnote Current HP: 49 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather Section notes: feet left to go: 20 and just really, really, really stuck
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 12:53 am
Though she could choose to stand their forever, her life had always been one of movement and travel. To grow stagnant and still was akin to losing one's freedom. So she pulled her antlers free and continued to wind her away horizontally along the bottom of the bank, hoping to find a way up that would not send her sprawling into the water without all her limbs in full working condition.
In the dark, dank, monotonous landscape of the muddy river and bank, the splash of yellow caught her eye like one immediately spots fireflies wavering in the dark. Its familiar shape and color told Last Night to eat it and when it took effect, she found that her ankle throbbed less though it could not actually heal her wounds.OOC Footnote Current HP: 54 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather Section notes: feet left to go: 20 and going nowhere, but there was that flower
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 12:54 am
As she walked along, feeling slightly better after the eating the flower, she found herself thinking over her death. She was not looking for the killer, that was inconsequential and changed nothing, but she did want to know why. While she was often able to walk and think without any trouble, her injury made it more difficult for her to account for her distraction. She paid for it when her injured ankle struck against something protruding from the bank that she had avoided with all her other legs. Turning her head back to look at it, it took her only a short moment to identify it as stripped jaw of a caiman, now smeared with the blood from her ankle. Caiman had a strange peculiar patience when they so chose that was comforting and the reminder was appropriate.OOC Footnote Current HP: 54 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather, four: a caiman jaw Section notes: feet left to go: 20 and still not really going anywhere...
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 1:27 am
She was quite a ways down from her where she had first started when she finally found what she thought would be a good place to start pulling herself up the back. She reared briefly onto her hind legs, feeling her ankle protest, a thread a pain shooting up her leg to curl around her bank. She let out a low breath before planting her front hooves into high ground. This first hurdle seemed the largest from what she could see and with a great heave and help from her uninjured hind leg, she reached a small, ledge that led to higher ground. That was how she continued, using her front legs to scrambled higher and higher.OOC Footnote Current HP: 54 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather, four: a caiman jaw Section notes: feet left to go: 15 and it's a miracle
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 9:43 am
As she continued to pull herself up the bank, she was careful to place her hooves where she would not fall, but not so careful as to what exactly she was stepping on. It didn't matter to her until she felt something crunch under her hooves. Looking down, she realized that she had torn through a moth wing, now dirty from the abuse of her hooves. It was a delicate thing, dried, thin, but still she could see the pattern on its wings: half a skull.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 54 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather, four: a caiman jaw, five: a moth wing Section notes: feet left to go: 10, praise the MotherFather
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-20)
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2013 10:20 am
As she moved horizontally once more, but back towards the the spot she had started, her dragged hoof uncovered and then snagged on something. She reached back with her mangled jaw, blood coming warm again when she dislodged some of the blood that had clotted along her neck. She gently loosed the long, grasping tendril that had taken her ankle. It was bright green against the muted colors that lived on the bank, with a single leaf.
"When the plants and trees themselves try to stop you, it might be wise to stop a while and wonder why."
So she stopped for a moment, listening intently, because wasn't that what all living things wanted?OOC Footnote Current HP: 54 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: one: a broken tine, two: a torn off piece boar pelt, three: a crane feather, four: a caiman jaw, five: a moth wing, six: a tangle, green tendril with a single leaf Section notes: feet left to go: 10, and hopefully less soon
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