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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 2:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 2:42 pm
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"Rather odd game you've got going here," Second Star murmured, nodding to her great-aunt as she entered. Perhaps Through Your Eyes would not recognize her, but Second Star was well aware of where her bloodlines ran. Particularly when it came to her father's side of the family. However, rather than dwell on the particulars of her family line, Second Star decided to hop on in and get this game started.
"And really. It seems stupid to be throwing accusations with no basis," With little ceremony about it, the purple doe sat next to Feral, offering him a solemn nod. She tilted her head curiously, and looked about the assembled kin.
"Truly, if I were to make a guess as to predators... it would be you lot throwing out guesses so freely. Trying to thin the heard, early-on."
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:06 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 5:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:17 pm
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At times Through Your Eyes wants to laugh and other times she wants to give some of the players a swift kick. She can't intervene though, no matter how much she wants to make a sharp reply and playful jab here and there as they struggle to cast their votes and make it through the first day. She lounges from her perch and waits, counting their votes in her mind as they came in. When the last vote was in and the players fell silent, she nods and began.
"The creatures find themselves at odds with each other even though most of them should be allies. The predator's disguises may or may not be working as well as they had hoped. Still, very few have escaped suspicion. They throw accusations around with very little basis and that's all they can do at that point.
They did not have to choose to kill today, but they did. They choose Precipice and turn on her. The creatures band together and hunt her down, even prey has become predator now as they chase her off a cliff. She falls to her death, falling over her name sake and tumbling to the ground beneath."
Through Your Eyes nods at Precipice tips her head to the side, signalling the other doe to enter the sidelines and become an observer.
"The hunt tires them all and the sun is setting. They are still trapped in their small little world and they must sleep. They settle down for the night and the prey, despite their fear, eventually succumb to their tiredness. The predators, though, stay awake. This is their time. They own the night now and they will make their first kill."
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The 24 hour night round starts now. This thread will be silent until Through Your Eyes begins the day round.
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Day 1 Votes Precipice: thyPOPE, and be blue, Ruriska, Vashtya, anemosagkelos Butcherbird: Shaddaling, Minsuil Fiend: Vesperiie Sweet Gale: Tiarana, PeanutButterpies, fluorescein Blurs and Stains: SilverShieldwolf Feral Storm: phoenix kiss, Dizzy_Kat, Kitty Sprightt I’ll Never Tell: Sarano_Krem Colored Spring: Samuel Carlin Flint: Amizade Eating Fireflies: Nuclearity Abstaining: Second Star to the Right
Vesperiies Unfortunately, Precipices reputation as a hunter has worked against her and she is now officially out of the game.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 6:56 pm
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"Night is the time of predators with their glowing eyes and dark pelts and scales that hide them from fearful eyes. They prowl amongst the prey and choose a victim. They can kill only one as to not draw attention to themselves and to not wake the prey for if the rest wake, they may not survive the collective attack of those fighting for their lives.
As the night begins to come to a close, the predators return to their resting places and pull their disguises back on. They must wake with the rest of them to escape suspicion."
Through Your Eyes gave a lazy flick of her tail. "The prey open their eyes to the rising sun and eye each other suspiciously. At first they think he is asleep off in the distance, but soon it becomes clear he isn't. As they draw closer they see that he is battered and bruised, and very much dead, as if a large wind had swept him up and brutalized him. It was no gentle wind, but a bitter storm of teeth and limbs that killed Sweet Gale."
"They cannot dwell on his death, though. They must, once again, decide if they will kill. The threat of death looms over them as they begin their deliberations once more."
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SilverShieldwolf Unfortunately for Sweet Gale, his gentle name did not save him from the predators.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:54 pm
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"Oh, dear." Blurs and Stains said quietly, upon hearing the "death" of the one for the night. While it wasn't a pretty death to start with (out of the two "deaths" neither were very nice to think about, what shame. he could have at least not gone out that violently..) she hadn't actually expected the one she accused to in turn be hit. "I suppose he wasn't a predator, then." She mused quietly, feeling a little bad about her accusation against him. "Why him? Was it because he was voted against by more than one other?" She wondered out loud, thinking about what had happened before.
"While he did vote against me, I only voted him because he appeared suspicious to me. He voted very quickly, which seemed odd." She said, addressing Farrow. Might as well talk to him directly, as opposed to beating around the bush.
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 9:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 11:15 pm
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