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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 20 (1-20)
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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 8:33 pm
Last Night regained her voice when the voices that surrounded her died away, but she then no longer had anything to say so she began walking again. It was then that Ghost Thistle appeared before her and the doe was truly everything that Last Night had heard. Last Night took in the flaming, burning doe until it hurt to look directly. Turning slightly to watch out of the corner of her eyes, Last Night followed the doe when she beckoned, willing to follow regardless of reality.
And they stopped, right at the edge of the cypresses. Last Night faced Ghost Thistle and met the doe's flaming eyes. She did not flinch back when the other doe leaned in and whispered, "Does it hurt to live?"
Then she disappeared, leaving nothing but the acrid smell of smoke.OOC Footnote Current HP: 22 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, seven: a young, supple branch with black fruit, eight: blood to blood, nine: the kill was mine, the kill was mine, the kill was mine, thief, ten: what does it matter?, eleven: isn't that what we all want? isn't it? isn't it?, twelve: do you mind? no. no. no., thirteen: can you understand?, fourteen: does it hurt to live? Section notes: I was so optimistic... Then I wasn't... feet left: 0 I am both happy at getting out yet upset at the hp loss...
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 7 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:03 pm
Does it hurt to live?
Some would ask if it hurt to die, but for Last Night, neither hurt. To live or to die did not matter so much to her; it mattered that when she was living she lived wholly unto herself, to live as she would live, but never to take unnecessarily, to be cruel, to commit violence with no necessary cause. Living was nothing without dying, and dying was nothing if you lived your life the way you chose to live it, without regrets, without guilt. Living only hurt when there were things to hurt you, and for Last Night there were none.
So when she was faced with a strange, mad kin, she felt only the vaguest sadness that she must kill, that she would kill if she were to live, but no guilt for it because they all made their choices individual.
And when the kin struck, Last Night matched its strike with her teeth, uncaring of the blood that had begun to run again.OOC Footnote Current HP: 14 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, seven: a young, supple branch with black fruit, eight: blood to blood, nine: the kill was mine, the kill was mine, the kill was mine, thief, ten: what does it matter?, eleven: isn't that what we all want? isn't it? isn't it?, twelve: do you mind? no. no. no., thirteen: can you understand?, fourteen: does it hurt to live? Section notes: come on, I can do this. I can do this. cultist: 8
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Amorpheous rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 10:38 pm
They wrenched apart, blood dripping from their mouths and fresh wounds glistening in the moonlight. Last Night held herself high, aloft, open, but fluid and ready to hit back. This time as the other kin charged, she slashed out with a hoof. Though, a horn still managed to scrape her leg, she knew she had done more damage.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 9 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, seven: a young, supple branch with black fruit, eight: blood to blood, nine: the kill was mine, the kill was mine, the kill was mine, thief, ten: what does it matter?, eleven: isn't that what we all want? isn't it? isn't it?, twelve: do you mind? no. no. no., thirteen: can you understand?, fourteen: does it hurt to live? Section notes: Want to make it. Really want to make it. cultist: 2 I might make it! I might make it!
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Amorpheous rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-6)
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 11:40 pm
She tried to kick again, but this time she missed, taking the brunt of the attack upon herself. Staggering, Last Night smiled, soft and a touch sad, but with no regrets. She did not close her eyes or try to run. She stood as well as she could against the pain and the fatigue that threatened to drag her bones into the ground.
She no longer had the energy to attack, but so long as she lived, she would live without regrets.OOC Footnote Current HP: 4 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, seven: a young, supple branch with black fruit, eight: blood to blood, nine: the kill was mine, the kill was mine, the kill was mine, thief, ten: what does it matter?, eleven: isn't that what we all want? isn't it? isn't it?, twelve: do you mind? no. no. no., thirteen: can you understand?, fourteen: does it hurt to live? Section notes: I think I can. I think I can. cultist: 1
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 11:58 pm
The strange kin did not attack again, looking at her swaying from. They all retreated into the distance, leaving her alone in the night. She knew she was about to die, so she closed her eyes, accepting the faint, tinted darkness of the space between her eyelids. Her eyes flew open thought at the lancing pain of her body being punctured, but as she was tossed to the ground, her eyes closed again as she tried to work around the pain, to sink into it and move past it. Past the immediacy, she opened her eyes only to be confronted with the sight of herself:
bloody
calm, distant, sorry
broken tine
with ripped
and punctured
pelt
violent, cold, guiltless
herself
And she saw herself, in the reflection of her on eyes, punctured and torn open, splay on the ground, antlers sinking into the ground, a morbid butterfly.
She breathed in and out, lungs fluttering, sides heaving like wings until she woke, carried out of the dream and into reality, left with the sense of a cold, invulnerability, wondering if there was living in being weightless.
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 2:12 pm
[wherein re-rolling meant nothing]
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Amorpheous rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Posted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 2:14 pm
[seriously. how is my luck this bad? it was so close! statistically, I had a better chance at winning than losing.]
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Posted: Fri Oct 11, 2013 12:19 am
Last Night blinked awake. She was laying on the ground, comfortable but cold. Suddenly, she heard her name being called out, "Last Night!"
She recognized it to be Nose and attempted to answer, but found that her voice had been stolen.OOC Footnote Current HP: 75 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: I've got nothing... Section notes: My last one was RP heavy and has to do with her plot, this time I'm just doing a speed run without really developing her character...
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 8:54 pm
She followed his voice, trailed by a furby, to the tall, slick, red vines that formed what seemed to be an impenetrable wall. She was quick to slash out with her antlers though, to avoid being scraped by the thorns. Tangling her antlers into the vines, she tugged and tugged until the vines snapped and pulled away, revealing a small exit through which she walked.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 75 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: I've got nothing... Section notes: Vines?
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Amorpheous rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:02 pm
Sliding into the river, Last Night began to forge her way across when teeth snagged at her legs. She instinctively struck back with her teeth as well, finding her mark well.OOC Footnote Current HP: 69 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: I've got nothing... Section notes: pike: 4
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Amorpheous rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:11 pm
This time when the pike came from behind, she struck out in a kick. She still got scraped by it teeth, but it was very clearly dead.OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: I've got nothing... Section notes: pike: -1, DEAD
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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 22, 2013 9:16 pm
She couldn't seem to find any purchase on the bank, but her hoofs soon uncovered the feather of a songbird.OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 1 Section notes: feet to go: 20
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 12 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:18 pm
Finally, she was able to pull herself upwards and as she did, she saw a old, dead vine that gave her a sudden burst of knowing, though the meaning was lost on her.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 2 Section notes: feet to go: 15
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:24 pm
Again, her hooves found purchase and she continued to climb steadily. She stopped at a small ledge to find a splatter of blood.
OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 3 Section notes: feet to go: 10
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Amorpheous rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 8 (1-20)
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 9:27 pm
Last Night continued to climb, testing her non-existent voice to see if it had returned.OOC Footnote Current HP: 65 Chosen familiar: Furby Clues acquired: 3 Section notes: feet to go: 5
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