Misha shot her friend the best sympathetic look she could manage with her feline features. It wasn't much but she was very much in agreement. How had it been so easy to contain Tom but this? Not so much. It didn't mean she wouldn't try, of course. That cardigan on the bobcat was acting like a red warning flag. Maybe that was distracting her.
As she and the cat came together again in a flurry, Misha grimaced. Her claws caught a bit but so did the bobcat's and those caught harder. She had to focus.
Misha's HP: 58 Damage: 2 Bobcat's HP: 18
WC: 774
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2Total: 2 (1-6)
Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 10:40 pm
"********!" Again, the bobcat knocked her bow out of position before Briiva had the chance to take a shot. This particular fight was really making her reconsider her choice of weapon. "You're a pretty slippery cat, huh? Heh, guess I would be pretty pissed at being so rudely attacked. Still, can't be helped I guess."
Grinning through her pain, Briiva drew her bow and took aim. ******** this dodgy a** over-sized house kitty.
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Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
When the bobcat turned its attention towards Briiva with a snarl, Misha took a chance and quickly circled behind it on silent feet. Frontal attack weren't working to subdue it so she wondered if something a bit more sneaky and underhanded might help. She also did not want to risk injuring it too much; it was a turned human, after all. Before the bobcat could launch itself at Briiva again, Misha moved quickly to jump on its back. She pinned it with her weight and held on tightly. Then, just as she felt her grip loosening, Misha lifted a paw and whapped the other cat on the back of the head hard. It yowled angrily but slumped and she took the chance to slip out of range and open the field to Briiva once more.
Misha's HP: 54 Damage: 8 Bobcat's HP: 10
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 11:19 pm
"Ow! What the ********, dude, Get. Off. My. a**!" Briiva growled angrily, wiping the blood from her cheek. "Or at least pull my hair a little!" She beat back the big cat, face red with anger. She drew her bow again, promising herself that she would get this walking fleabag if it was the last thing she did.
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Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Just a little more. Misha glanced at Briiva with growing concern and put her own body directly between her friend and the bobcat. She lashed out with a paw and landed a good blow on the other cat's muzzle. It gave her a bump back, of course, but at least she took it and not Briiva!
Misha's HP: 50 Damage: 4 Bobcat's HP: 6
WC: 965
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2016 11:32 pm
The cat swiped at Briiva again, more out of desperation now than anything else, but all she saw was red as she viciously kicked the cat away from her with her boot. "******** you!" She yelled, a low growl to her voice. Briiva took little time to bring back up her bow, pulling back as far as she could.
There was no rational thought driving her anymore, nothing telling her that with as injured as the animal was, shooting it while it struggled to stand would most certainly kill it. Briiva was close enough that it would be almost impossible to miss. Without quite realizing how murderous her intentions were, she lowered her aim: she was vaguely familiar with a cat's anatomy, she could guess what angle the arrow had to be to put down the bobcat.
Every instinct she had was telling her to kill, or be killed. And fueled on that fear and her own blinding pain as she felt her own protective- whatever it was- beginning to fail, she listened to her instincts. How could she not? Her fingers let go of the string, her arrow flew, its path perfect. The beast had almost managed to get back on its feet when the arrow hit the intended mark, easily penetrating behind the shoulder and sinking itself in deep. The bobcat collapsed almost instantly and a horrible, hacking cry escaping as it slumped into the dirt that was quickly becoming stained with blood.
Briiva felt her blood pump through her ears, felt the exhilaration of the kill. Her head was swimming, the smallest hint of a smirk forming about her achievement before the realization of what she had done began to sink in. She had lost control again, only this time Briiva didn't stand down. In that previous instance, she had only almost maimed Misha. This time, she had killed her opponent, and there was a good chance that the bobcat had originally been a human.
"Oh- God."
The bow fell to the ground and Briiva's breath caught. Her entire body trembled as she watched what she had done unfold. The bobcat was still alive, barely. But Briiva could tell from how the creature was limply jerking, the sound emitting from it's throat- She pierced the creatures lung. The bobcat was choking. On it's own blood.
Briiva rushed forward, blinking back tears, holding her breath least her gross sobs rush out from it. That dam wouldn't hold long. Even as she knelt by the dying creature, Briiva knew that there was nothing that could be done. This creature was going to die horribly, and it was because of her.
"Please don't die. ohgodohgodohgod, please don't <********> die! I didn't <********> want to kill you! ******** couldn't hold back any more. Briiva collapsed against the dying animal, fingers clenching into it's fur as her shoulder began to violently shake. Briiva buried her face into the bobcat, sobbing.
HP: 15 Damage: 10 Bobcat HP:Dead
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Character Name:Brianna Pavlovich Brief description of character: Headstrong and impulsive, Briiva is an excitable, over zealous ball of energy that can explode at the slightest provocation. While friendly and always ready to help out, she has a flair for the dramatic and will get carried away more often than not.
Time felt as if it had frozen. Misha stood stock still, staring at the fallen bobcat. All she could hear was her blood pumping and the shallow rasp of her own breath. Nothing else.
Then Briiva fell atop the bobcat and sobs tore out of her and the world jerked back into awful, horrible, crystalline focus. Misha opened her mouth but nothing would come out. Nothing could come out. She was a cat. A big, damn cat and she could not cry, could not scream, could not beg for it all to stop and go back to five minutes before.
Dry-heaving, Misha stumbled towards her friend. She knew before she got there, though, that it was too late and the bobcat was gone. It was too still suddenly and Briiva's grief far too real and encompassing. Misha shuddered and leaned against the crying woman. She closed her own eyes. She wanted to cry but nothing. She could not do anything. A low whine, tortured and painful, dragged up from the back of her throat. Then she turned and buried her face against Briiva's shoulder.
Briiva stiffened the moment that Misha touched her, and for a very brief moment walled herself off completely. Her muscles tensed as if she were about to try to attack Misha, or anything really to vent her frustration and pain, but just as quickly as it was erected, the wall crumbled and Briiva turned around, wrapping her arms around Misha's furry neck as best she could before burying her face into the girl-cat's chest. Her clothes reeked of the dead bobcat, stained with blood from having clung onto the cat as she did.
She didn't speak, even if she wanted to, Briiva had no words that she could force up her throat. She hugged Misha tighter, her entire body trembling. Gone was the spunky, fun loving girl who would recklessly throw herself into danger. For now, she was just a broken, emotional mess of a girl who could no longer force her insecurities down and out of sight. She wanted to run, or drink herself into oblivion, or punch something, anything until she had some sort of physical pain to match the clamping tightness in her chest. She didn't move though, all she could do was hold her friend and her raccoon companion, who had come out from his hiding place in her pack to see what was upsetting his friend. Arthur patted his tiny paws down the girls head, unable to do much more to comfort her.
Having run out of tears, the only sound that filled the area was Briiva's harsh, broken gasps for air.
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