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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (1-20)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 3:29 pm
Finally, Giveforward pulls herself to the top of the ravine. A dark sliver of hoof greets her -- the bottom is caked with blood -- and she finds herself wishing this villain would be in front of her. She wants to lash out. Violently.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 61 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Ravine - 20/20
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 3:51 pm
A fierce storm, she crashes into the woodland. The anger throbs and her steps are harsh enough to jar her bones, upsetting the cuts as her skin flexes. The furby on her back is nearly unseated as she stomps.
And then comes the sound of leaves rustling. A snorting growing in volume as the rustling turns to that of a body crashing -- so much like her own moments before. She tenses as the boar emerges, eyes dark and tusks threatening her.
She lunges unexpectedly, aiming for a ear as the boar lifts its head to strike. Harsh teeth cut into the boar's flesh, sink into its flesh until blood is drawn. It pools into Giveforward's mouth and she lets go only to spit the foul taste out. Bitterness clings to her tongue as the boar squeals in fury.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 53 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Boar - 5/15
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:18 pm
She attempts to kick the boar only for her hoof to catch against its tusk, her hoof merely stunning it lightly as it smacks into the animal's cheek. She rallies. She will defeat the boar. She will.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 47 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Boar - 3/15
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:21 pm
And is emerges victorious as her hoof slices through the air, smashing harshly against the boar's skull. A sick crack rings out and the enemy collapses to the ground. Dark eyes wide open, unseeing but accusing. The feeling is one of unease.
She roughly shakes -- stopping only when the furby on her back squeaks in protest. With a breath, she stills and sets forth.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 41 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Boar - 0/15
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 9 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:31 pm
The corpse of the boar behind her, she emerges into a different landscape. One from tales told. The fog rolls in in thick waves that hang about her hooves.
In the distance, shadows move and she sets forward as a fast pace -- fear injects the need to hurry into her movements. It doesn't take her long to make progress only for caution to slam into her like a lightning bolt. She has no idea who these shadows belong to, if anyone. Why is she going toward them at all?
OOC Footnote Current HP: 41 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Hallucination at Ghost Thistle's Mound - 5/30
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:34 pm
Malicious or not, she has no other idea which way to go and she moves closer. Until the unease forces her to stop. Circles spin in her mind and she doesn't know what to do or where to go.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 41 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Hallucination at Ghost Thistle's Mound - 10/30
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:36 pm
No, she has no choice but to move forward. She gains more ground even as nerves coil tight in her stomach.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 41 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Hallucination at Ghost Thistle's Mound - 15/30
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:38 pm
The shadows give way to the piercing light of glowing eyes and she surges ahead. Unease has vanished but in its place is confusion. The light has gone. She pauses.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 41 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Hallucination at Ghost Thistle's Mound - 20/30
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
19
Total: 19 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:40 pm
A breeze slides through and rocks an empty branch which creaks ominously. She lifts her eyes and a smile touches her lips -- a white crane feather floats and swirls through the air. She thinks of the Motherfather and feels renewed.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 46 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Hallucination at Ghost Thistle's Mound - 25/30
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-20)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:42 pm
The shadows emerge once more and she aims for them. She runs until her limbs scream and only skids to a stop when the shadows disappear. And then the fog lessens. A crack of flickering light beckons from ahead and she leaves Ghost Thistle's Mound behind her.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 46 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Hallucination at Ghost Thistle's Mound - 30/30
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:47 pm
Giveforward steps into the clearing where a fire has been lit. It's flames dance and a thick smoke rises and rolls through the air. Around it kin sway and chant.
"It was you!" she accuses -- her voice is sharp and startles herself. Oddly, they turn to her with smiles. Wide, twisted grins that shine with sharp teeth.
"Sissster, wellllcome," one croons in a disturbing slither.
She bristles. How dare--
"Soon you will be one of us," another coos.
A third cultist comes forward, "Your initiation is almost complete."
She has no time to be confused by their words; doesn't bother to correct them or deny them. Instead she screams. Blind with rage, she darts forward and kicks at the third cultist. It is a flurry of motion that only manages to catch the kimeti on the lip -- but the skin cracks and she finds herself pleased at having drawn first blood.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 41 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Cultist - 13/15
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:55 pm
She lashes out again with her forelegs, a hoof cracking against the kin's temple just above it's left eye. She doesn't notice the slight mark -- a hoof with signs of a chip in it -- that imprints on the cultist's flesh.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 36 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Cultist - 7/15
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:57 pm
She lunges forward with a bite and finds herself kicked in the teeth, stunning her until she falls back. Now her own blood leaks into her mouth and she growls. This will end, now.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 28 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Cultist - 5/15
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anemosagkelos rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 4:59 pm
She lunges forward, all teeth and tears into the cultist with ferocity. Its eyes go wide and muscles slack as it crumples to the ground. She lets go, blood dripping down her chin.
"Look at yourself," the villain whispers in one last breath. The other cultists, realizing their ritual is broken, bolt.
Giveforward is left alone, minus the furby on her back. The last words of the cultist ring in her mind and she begins to look at herself. Their are gashes littering her legs, blood dried against her fur. Indeed a chunk of creamy white fur is missing entirely from the back of her front left knee. A sliver of her right hoof is missing. Even her hair feels lighter and as she turns, she takes in how the knotty mess of waves is thinned. She can see more than one tip from her backscales are missing. And it all clicks into place.
It was her.
Vivid memories assault her. An argument. A coursing rage. She, naive and sweet, lashing out at her sister. Again and again. Unrelenting. Sickness coils in her stomach.
Aches and weariness descend like a rockslide. She falls to the ground, weeping. What has she done? What has she become? What kind of monster is she?
OOC Footnote Current HP: 20 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 8/5; a meager trail of bloody hoof prints from a kin, a patch of creamy white fur, a black swan feather tinged with green, a string of bloodstained hair, a torn moth wing, a broken backscale, a lock of blonde hair, a dark sliver of hoof Section notes: Cultist - 0/15
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Posted: Thu Oct 10, 2013 5:35 pm
A choked gasp ruptured through barely open lips as Giveforward woke. Green eyes blinked lazily, confused, as remnants of tears dried. The nightmare began to fade. She had killed her sister, she remembered. She wondered at it. She a docile lamb turning against her dearest sister...
Was it a warning? Slowly, she shook her head. No; a mere possibility. She could deny it, determine it was an impossibility. No, it would haunt her then. No, she must accept it. Yes, accept it and let it go. And with a breath, she released the nightmare.
With a soft laugh, she rose. Sister had always said she had ferocity inside her. Perhaps she was right. All the same, she would bring her sister some daisies. Or lilac. Oh, maybe she'd prefer another pet...
Giveforward set forth. She had quite a lot to do.
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