Konoha

[Yvvki]

Demons in the area:

Icy Mountain Fu Dog (rare)
Hon Kori Yokai (During the winter months)
Agohige o hayashita kage (During the summer months, once winter arrives, they will migrate to a warmer area)
( 7-8 )
Shinzō taberu hito (During the summer months, once winter arrives, they will hibernate in the mountain caves.)
( 6 )
Zetsumei Sekai
( 8-10 )
Reidou taberu
( 6-8 )
Umadoshi Yokai
( 6-8 )
Yama Kuma Oni
( 6-8 )
Buzoku Hantā (rarely)
( 9-10 )

Animals in the Area

Wolves
Hippogryph (not during the winter)
Bears
Elk
Deer
Boar
Grouse
Ring Necked Pheasant
Cotton Tail Rabbit
Jack Rabbit
Lake Trout

Konoha is a medium sized village nestled in the valley between two mountain peaks. Their main source of income is gathered from hunting the local wildlife, and from fishing from the local lake. Konoha's location is a far distance from other villages, they rarely travel outside of their mountain range and support themselves from off the land, rather than gain prosperity through trading with the other villages. This village suffers the worst through the winter, and many elderly and children often die from illness and the cold.This village is often plagued by demons more than any other during the winter as well. During the summer is when this village truly thrives.

 

[Yvvki]

Weather::

Sunny • Cloudy • Clear Skies • Dark Skies • Raining • Snowing • Thunderstorm • Blizzard

Freezing • Cold • Chilly • Cool • Perfect • Warm • Hot • Drought

Time Of Day::

Dawn • Sunrise • Morning • Noon • Afternoon • Sunset • Late Evening • Night • Midnight

Season::

Spring • Summer • Fall • Winter

Moon Phase::


FULL

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[Amatsu Narya]

ʍattaki

Current Location: Mountains, just south of Konoha
Mood: Hungry
Course of Action Taking: Hunting
What is expected of him?: Nothing.

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Θnce again, Mattaki left the mountain cat tribe for hunting on his own. Though he considered the whole of the pack his "family", he did things his own way. Mattaki licked his lips in anticipation for his next kill. A fallow deer buck stood tall amongst the whispering tall grasses, occasionally looking up to survey its surroundings, eyes wide and alert while several doe continued grazing silently next to him twitching their ears as well. The pale spotted coat of the buck stood out like a beacon in the illuminating moonlight, nearly as bright as his own snowy striped fur, however the dense greenery hid him well. Breathing steadily, he crouched low to the ground as he patiently awaited his right moment to strike, large claws pressing into the soil. He could feel his heart beating in his ears, his breath still in his chest and tight as if trapped within, wind blowing the fur along his spine, and teasing the long whiskers on his lips. His golden eyes were transfixed and dilated and the air around him was light and cool in the night. Slowly the tip of his long tail twitched, when suddenly by some unknown signal, the buck lowered its head to feed with the others in its herd. Adrenaline suddenly coursing through his veins like fire, Mattaki broke from his cover in a flourish of scattering blades of grass, and raced towards the buck. He leaped quickly, and landed heavily upon its back, claws gouging deep holes into its shoulders. The sudden 625 pounds of weight of the tiger on the buck's back caused his legs to buckle and the deer toppled forward in a frenzy of limbs. In pain and shock the deer had no time to react before Mattaki sank his long slender fangs over his trachea and chomped down tearing through flesh. The does scattered bounding away, and Mattaki gave a fierce shake of his head, quickly snapping the buck's neck to stop his struggle. After the blood ceased flowing beneath his lips, did he finally release his kill. He released a roar of triumph to the dark sky before he bent down to his meal.

After he was filled he rested under a tree while the moon lightened the dark world around him. He enjoyed the feel of the rough tree bark on his fur, and cool earth beneath his belly, while he leisurely licked the blood from his paws, and washing away the blood from his maw using his paw. Once he decided that he was adequately clean, did he finally lower his head to the earth, and stretched out closing his eyes. He rested lightly for several long moments, his tail brushing the ground behind him as the coolness of the night relaxed him. He gave a sniff, eyes opening watching as the fireflies gave out their light in pulsing flares.

In a few hours from now, the sun would rise. He should be heading back to the tribe, And if he didn't return, the tribe would send Lethe after him. She would give him such a scolding, it made his ears curl thinking about it. Sighing, he rose from the ground and stretched, cracking a few joints in his long flexible spine, tail curling over his back. Standing straight he then shook his fur before he prowled briskly through the clearing and into the dense woods heading toward the direction of his tribe.

 

[Amatsu Narya]

Demon approaching: Agohige o hayashita kage

ʍattaki

Current Location: Mountains, just south of Konoha
Mood: Relaxed
Course of Action Taking: Heading back to his tribe.
What is expected of him?: Return to the Cat demon tribe.

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ʍattaki continued on in a leisurely pace, his large paws molding into the ground as he walked, hardly making a sound upon the lush earth. It was then that he realized that the night was unusually quiet. The forest around him was eerily silent, as opposed to the usual nighttime chatter of nocturnal animals. Feeling a light shiver race up his spine, Mattaki paused. Eyes scanning the trees and surrounding area around him. His ears perked and alert, his entire form still, save for his slow breathing. A very slight scrapping of claws on wood. The excited breathing of another. A smell, distinctly reptilian.

Eyes dilating, Mattaki launched his form forward, leaping across the small clearing. Behind him where he had currently stood, he heard a crash as the Agohige o hayashita kage had attempted an attack. Rounding on the demon, he released a vicious growl, long fangs bared, lips pulled back and wrinkling along his maw. As the yokai sped towards him he quickly assessed his tactic, and quickly feinted to the right. Rounding on it as it passed him, he swiped at its legs. The Agohige o hayashita kage leaped into the nearest tree at the last moment. In an instant it had latched onto the tree's bark and spun, having enough speed to spring off of it once more to bring back its clawed hand aiming to make this attack quick as it intended to decapitate Mattaki on the spot.

Mattaki seeing the oncoming attack narrowed his golden eyes and from within himself drew upon his yoki forming it into a sheer wall of raw power, which he viciously thrust outward toward the Lizard demon to send it flying. Having not anticipated this course of action, the Agohige o hayashita kage was smacked brutality against the sheer wall, and was thrown back against the tree. The force of the throw caused its impact to easily crash through the tree as though it were nothing but air.

Not missing a beat, Mattaki leaped through his own barrier and sprinted toward the fallen yokai before he pounced upon it, massive paws holding it pinned as he sunk down and wrapped his wide jaws around the back of its head. He bit down fiercely on its skull, his canines cracking through its temples on either side of its head. For good measure, Mattaki bit down several more times to ensure that it would never recover from its wounds. Only when the Agohige o hayashita kage's head resembled nothing of its previous self did he finally let it fall from his maw. His tongue lolled as he let the essence of the yokai's blood to seep from his mouth he had no desire to keep the taste of it in his mouth. He lifted his head, a tiger's equivalent of disgust upon his face. What he really needed now was to find a stream to rinse the horrid filth from his mouth.

 

[Amatsu Narya]

Demon approaching: Zetsumei Sekai

ʍattaki

Current Location: Nearing the boarder of the Cat Demon Tribe.
Mood: Relaxed
Course of Action Taking: Heading back to his tribe.
What is expected of him?: Return to the Cat demon tribe.

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ʍattaki continued on, feeling much more refreshed after cleansing himself in the cool waters of a stream. His belly was full, and despite his encounter with the Agohige o hayashita kage, it had been a rather peaceful night. Upon the crest of a massive hill, he eyed the beginnings of a sturdy stone wall: the walls of his tribe. Cresting the hill, he came to the entrance of the village and stopped before entering. His tail swayed lazily behind him and he shook his massive head huffing deeply in a strange cooing rumble. A tiger's equivalent of a greeting as he eyed both of the two guards whom stood at the main gate.

His white fur rippled across his body before it drew back all together, and he then stood tall upon two sturdy legs. He now stood at 5'6. He had wide shoulders and a broad well muscled chest, though he was not bulky. His hair was white, much like that of his tiger fur, cut short, and stood up in many areas creating a wild and unkempt appearance.

For clothing he wore a sleeveless white kosode that was cut in an aline, the longer parts of the fabric reaching past his knees and were lined with gold trim. Beneath, he wore light black armor that lay smoothly against his skin. On his shoulders he wore a mantle of stiff material that stood off of his shoulders like a pair of claws. His right arm was bound in dark indigo fabric that rose above his elbow, on his wrist he wore a silver bangle, the item showed his status as a warrior in the tribe. His left arm was covered in the same light black armor that covered the entirety of it save for his shoulder where the metal splayed out resembling a dragon's wing and the metal ended just at the bottom of his hand, leaving his palm bare - this was his dominant hand. For pants, he wore dark brown hakama which left the crotch seam hemmed, but unclosed. This allowed him to accommodate the necessary bodily functions without the need to disrobe entirely. The hem of the hakama was cut narrower than the body, and ended in a sewn cuff to provide a ballooning effect and was comprised of six panels as opposed to the "low class" four-panel hakama. This amount of fabric allowing them to blouse voluminously over the leg, and then secured about the ankle by a cord run through the hem. Instead of sandals, he wore thick leather boots, which were steel-toed and much better matched the purposes he used them for, than sandals could provide.

On his back rested his halberd, which more or less resembled a thick bladed sword with an elongated handle which could be used in both single and double handed combat. It was his weapon of choice, though if need be he could use most any other weapon at his disposal.

"Good morning," He greeted lazily and graced them with a lop-sided grin. His hand reaching back to adjust the leather straps that lay across his back and held his large weapon in place. The guards greeted him as one of their own and each of them made small talk about the events throughout the night. The night had been relatively mundane, aside from an amusing encounter with a rabid mortal rabbit. Exchanging a few laughs he parted away and made his way into the village.

Many of the Cat Demons and other demons of similar nature were already awake and making preparations for the day ahead. The humans normally awoke with the sun.

He greeted a few of them as he passed, his intention was to check in with Lethe and see if there was anything needed of him at this time. Life itself had been rather dull, and he found himself craving a new assignment for duty.

More than anything, he wanted to find something to rip his claws into--

Mattaki paused. The sound of soft, pitiful whimpering lightly filtered into his ears, the eerie decadence sending a chill to race along his spine. It was child.

He quickly cast his eyes about for the maker of such a sound. He found it odd, that he seemed to be the only one taking notice, as all the other demons simply walked on past without giving any signalment of recognition. Finding this chilling, Mattaki's hand rose over his shoulder to settle lightly against the pole-hilt of his halberd.

Quickening his stride, he followed the anguished cries and gasps, each moment, the sounds seemed to increase, before suddenly they stopped all together. Mattaki had been peering around the huts and alleyways, and was beginning to lose hope. He couldn't smell any blood, he couldn't smell any signs of distress. No fluctuations in aura, even a human had their own - why couldn't he sense it?!

The unsettling rush of goosebumps raced along his form, was his only warning before he suddenly stopped and lifted a hand, "Well, its a barrier," he muttered to himself, "how interesting." It explained, the lack of smell, though it also explained why only he had been able to hear the cries from inside the sphere. He extended a fingertip and a spark jumped between his finger and the bubble of demonic energy. Its surface shifted and shimmered with flecks of a nearly acid green hue.

 

[Amatsu Narya]

Damage to a non-fatal organ.

ʍattaki

Current Location: In the Cat Demon Tribe boundaries.
Mood: Cautious
Course of Action Taking: Find the demon.
What is expected of him?: Stop it before it causes more destruction.

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With a fair exertion of pressure, Mattaki silently combated the barrier with his energy. Putting enough strain to eventually cause its user to allow it to collapse, with given time of course, or possibly distract it enough to allow a breach. Focusing on the latter, Mattaki lifted his clawed hands he placed them both upon the barrier, ignoring the sudden searing pain that seeped deep into his palms.

From the center of his hands began a glow that steadily spread outwards with his demonic aura. His energy infused the space of barrier directly in front of him, filling the already sickly green sheen with his own, steadily forcing it to fade to a dark amber.

Mattaki’s eyes bled, burnished gold deepening to resemble blood. He snarled viciously. The radiance and heat of the barrier shining brightly through his palm. His aura raged wildly about him for a moment as he gave one forceful push. The barrier pulsed once then twice before the small space before him shattered, allowing him brief space to move inside.

Once inside, the world went abruptly silent as he allowed his energy to disperse.

Eyes scanned about, he was rather surprised that he had been able to break through so easily. When he saw no demon within the immediate vicinity, he instantly realized his mistake. He had to have been let in.

The sky was black, shrouding the land in shadow. There was no moon, only stars to illuminate the dangers of such a depressing place. Judging by the direction of the noise, he was in the lower field where the ground was slick and muddy. Perfect. Darting ahead, Mattaki raced through the streets, leaping between houses where needed, hand steady on the handle of his halberd. As if anything was going to touch his village. If a demon was there and erecting a barrier to keep itself concealed, it wasn't for anything good, but at least he could count on the focus of his interest being himself alone. The humans and other village demon locals wouldn't need to get involved.

Mattaki’s fingers flexed, and a ripple went through his halberd in response. He paused, eyes narrowing a fraction. He focused on the form of Suki sprawled haphazardly beneath a demon's skinny black back. It was larger than his tiger form with canine teeth longer than his hand, the Zetsumei Sekai he instantly recognized was a feral beast which devoured children. He had only seen it once before in his older village before it was destroyed.

Claw-tipped hands clenched tightly, drawing red beads of blood to the surface of otherwise flawless skin. The pain was merely pinpricks of ice–the dosage of reality somehow numbing but sharp. His mind was in a hazy state, minor in its delusion, but intertwined with wisps of clarity.

Mattaki’s gaze was heavy with anger. The hues of Mattaki’s gilded gaze once again melted into darkened pools of honey. His upper lip curled into a silent snarl as he thought upon this creature who had caused him and his tribe great strife.

And that being currently eating another child. Its large a devious grin stretching his lips as he torn the child apart.

The Zetsumei Sekai lifted its head to gaze at him, and it purred with a mocking bow. It seemed to recognize him as well.

Mattaki’s eyes narrowed at a familiar pair of empty eye sockets. “Disgusting filth,” he growled.

The creature continued to grin at him as it calmly stepped away from the tattered remains of the child, the Tiger demon said nothing as he drew his halberd from its holdings on his back. With deliberately slow steps, he circled around it, his eyes briefly assessing the child.

Mattaki leveled out his breathing, eyes trained on his target. His halberd was held firmly in his grasp as he remained still, subtly relaxing his muscles. His limbs would be loose, free to tighten and strike at a moment’s notice.

So, before anyone could blink, he was upon his prey; his movements were graceful, yet calculating, and his steps were light with the sure promise of destruction. A slow smile curled at the ends of his lips–cruel and menacing it was. He almost went dizzy with the strength of his bloodlust. And then, he attacked.

Unfortunately before the attack could make home with the creature's body, the demon vanished in a crack of lightning just in time to avoid the decapitating blow, reappearing to the far left of the attack.

The Zetsumei Sekai's entire body flashed bright with demon-fuelled lightning, crawling over him like a net. Mattaki switched his grip on the Halberd just as the Zetsumei Sekai flashed out of sight.

Instinctively the Tiger threw himself forward and to the right, knowing he was teleporting forward to attack. 'This is going to be more difficult than I anticipated,' he thought furiously. 'Insane speed is one thing, but teleporting is just bullshit.' He'd never be able to protect his blind spot every time. Spinning hard, he turned back to see the Zetsumei Sekai snap its teeth around empty air.

Swinging his halberd in a forward arch, he released a blast of energy with the attack. He used the distraction to gain more ground, leaping high over the blast and slashing down toward the Zetsumei Sekai. But the cunning b*****d just vanished with a crack of lightning, leaving him striking into soft muddy earth. Mattaki knew he'd have to work something out soon, before he tired himself out chasing phantoms.

And the battle continued. Again and again Mattaki came within an inch of slicing him open, but every time he vanished before he could try. A particularly close call tore out a decent portion out of his ear, sharp teeth missing his face, leaving hot blood running down the side of his neck, but he didn't have time to dwell on it as he fought off attack after attack when the Zetsumei Sekai abruptly went on the offensive. Way on the offensive.

 

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Current Location: Mountain side ledge.
Mood: Waking up.
Course of Action Taking: Going to hunt.
What is expected of him?: To not kill himself getting down from his 'perch'.

—(•·❦[ Svaðilfari ]♞·•)—

❝ I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed ❞

Svaðilfari brushed his shaggy dark hair away from his face as the dawn greeted him with its first warming rays. The horse demon was in his humanoid form, with light tired eyes staring out over the valley from what he affectionately referred to as his 'perch' up on the side of a mountain. The cliff-face was steep, but at a full run in his demon form he could reach it easily enough. Changing back to humanoid form to sleep was merely a preference of sleeping on his side rather than standing on the side of the cliff-face. It may have been safer at one time to sleep alongside the herds of wild horses, or even among the winged horse demons in the area, but they were not his herd even if he had sought to make them such at one time. Besides, he enjoyed the seclusion somewhat.

Getting up and rubbing his cloth shirt over his arms in a warming gesture, Svaði cupped his hands in front of his mouth and breathed on them softly, hoping to return feeling to his fingers to he might not drop his tools when hunting. His dark horse ears poked out from his hair when listening to the sounds around him, but the quiet of the valley besides the songbirds was a sign that not many were awake just yet. Glancing over the steep edge, Svaði cleared his throat before he made sure the sinew laces over his leather boots were done up tightly. He looked behind him at his tools in a small crevice in the side of the mountain. He tucked his knife into his boot, slung his quiver and bow over his back, and took spear in hand. Standing on the edge of the cliff, Svaðilfari took a small breath, making sure his leather belt was tied up securely before he crouched close to the mountain, slipping his legs over the edge before making sure he had his worn path downward; after which he slipped himself off the edge and slid downwards, using the butt of his spear to drag behind him on the mountain to slow his decent and steer him if necessary. He knew he'd need new boots soon because of the constant wear from his daily coming down from the mountain, but if in his demon form he had the possibility of breaking a leg, and then he was as good as food for some of the other predatory demons in these parts.

Finally touching the small bits of dried grass and fallen stones at the bottom of the mountain from his decent, Svaði hefted his spear over one shoulder and began to walk towards a field he often frequented to find game. He was hungry, after all, and a little movement would add warmth to his bones.

❝ How I start here and how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet ❞

—(•·❧·•)—

 

[WhiteWingtip]

Current Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: Cautious
Course of Action Taking: Hunting
What is expected of him?: Be smart when encountering other demons

—(•·❦[ Svaðilfari ]♞·•)—

❝ I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed ❞

Making his way through the forest on the way to the field, Svaði heard snapping branches as something large meandered through the foliage. Pausing and crouching behind a tree, spear at the ready, the horse demon in humanoid form peered around the edge of his hiding spot to see just what he had encountered. A large light brown hulk of hair was all he saw at first before two small beady eyes came into view along with a rather large snout. The claws on the demon were large, but 'Fari thought that they would make a beautiful necklace to sell to the local villagers if he managed to take this thing down. The Yama Kuma Oni was a generally timid and curious creature, but 'Fari knew that if he pushed it too hard, it would defend itself, and the horse demon was wondering if he dare try to take it on from so close a range.

His spear would obviously put some space between them, but the demon's arms were long, and the claws long and sharp as well. The hide of the creature would almost make the effort and danger worthwhile, for it was long-haired and the fur would be warm after he'd skinned the beast. And he had needed new boots. The rest he could sell to the town's folk, or cushion his little perch to guard against cool nights such as this one just past.

Changing the grip on his spear, Svaðilfari ground his teeth, watching the bear-like creature start to meander away, knowing that the time for decision would have to be now. He set his spear down carefully, and strung his bow, checking the tautness of the string before drawing an arrow from his quiver. Still hiding from view, Svaði held his breath as he took aim, and slowly let himself exhale before he released the arrow, the stone-tipped point driving hard into the back of the beast's head--though not getting the penetration he had needed to kill the beast because of the course fur.

Notching another arrow as the demon turned to face the direction from which it had been hit, Svaði tried to keep himself calm, reassuring himself that the demon had not seen him yet--though he knew that very soon it would. Loosing the second arrow only to have it miss, Svaði watched as the demon turned towards the sound of his arrow hitting another tree. Reloading once more, 'Fari tried to concentrate, knowing this may very well be the last arrow he would loose before the other demon would surely scent him.

He held his breath and fired.

❝ How I start here and how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet ❞

—(•·❧·•)—

 

[WhiteWingtip]

[[ Even number hits, 6 being a critical hit; Odd number misses. Just leaving this battle to complete chance with regards to arrows at least. ]]
Edit: Oh dear lord, a critical fail.

Current Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: Nervous
Course of Action Taking: Hunting
What is expected of him?: To not die, if possible

—(•·❦[ Svaðilfari ]♞·•)—

❝ I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed ❞

Svaði's arm slipped as he was firing, causing the string to cut a gash into his fingers, making the arrow land sloppily somewhere in front of him but a few feet.
Cursing out loud before he instinctively put his fingers to his mouth, the horse demon paused as the bear demon finally saw him.

No, no no no...! the horse demon cursed in his head as the beast charged, roaring loud enough that birds left the area in a wild flurry. Svaðilfari did not have enough time to string another arrow, but instead fumbled, reaching for his spear and scrambling back, the worn soles of his leather shoes absolutely no help for traction as the bear demon pushed aside trees in its charge. 'Fari did not think he had seen anything quite so large lumber towards him at a full charge before, and there was a strange sense of calm that overcame him--right before the demon took a swipe at him, knocking him aside as if he weighed no more than a foal.

Hitting a tree hard, Svaði felt the wind rush out of his lungs, gasping for a moment as the beast turned to look at him, snarling as it advanced towards him. Still managing to hold his spear and bow in one hand, he pushed the bow onto his back without unstringing it, instead using both hands to hold his spear protectively in front of him as he tried to regain his breath. For an instant, he wondered if he could run, but the transformation into his horse demon form would be too taxing, and leave him more vulnerable. He could use his control over water vapours to perhaps drown the bear from the inside, but there was no guarantee that it would work in time to stop the beast from charging.

❝ How I start here and how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet ❞

—(•·❧·•)—

 

[WhiteWingtip]

[[ Even number hits, 6 being a critical hit; Odd number misses. ]]

Current Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: Afraid
Course of Action Taking: Hunting
What is expected of him?: To not die, if possible

—(•·❦[ Svaðilfari ]♞·•)—

❝ I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed ❞

A quick jab caught the beast on the arm, so it swung with its other arm in a defensive gesture. Rolling to the side to avoid the blow, Svaði's heart dropped as he felt the snap of the string on his bow and looked for a moment at the bow that lay on the ground--its string irreparable. The small hesitation gave the beast enough time to turn around to face him once again. Another jab made certain that the other demon was as wary about him as he was of it.

Red was now staining the light brown fur, and both demons were eyeing the other, waiting on the next move. The demon bear was reverting back to self-defense, as was Svaðilfari, and they stood at a stalemate for a long while. 'Fari took a small breath before he started to move to the side, getting the demon bear to mimic him. They began to circle one another.

The demon bear grew impatient, swiping out, making Svaði jump back, back managing to rake its claws against his chest, drawing blood, but leaving the bear open to an attack from the side. Jabbing the creature in the side and driving the shaft deep, 'Fari was thrown back by the bear as it hit him back-handed, snapping the spear. He rolled, clutching the remnants of his spear as his arrows from his quiver spilled on the ground.

The demon bear howled, attempting to pull the shaft out, but driving it deeper instead. Full of rage, the beast turned towards 'Fari once again.

❝ How I start here and how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet ❞

—(•·❧·•)—

 

[WhiteWingtip]

[[ Even number hits, 6 being a critical hit; Odd number misses. ]]
Edit: ANOTHER critical fail? Dear sweet baby Jörmungandr.

Current Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: Afraid; frustrated
Course of Action Taking: Getting the crap kicked out of him
What is expected of him?: if he would live that would be nice

—(•·❦[ Svaðilfari ]♞·•)—

❝ I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed ❞

His spear was broken, bowstring snapped, and arrows littering the ground where he had rolled to escape another swipe from the bear demon. Casting aside his broken spear and reaching for the knife in his leather boot, Svaðilfari did not have enough time to retrieve his weapon before the demon bear grabbed hold of him, claws sinking through his cloth shirt and into his skin with fair ease. With the light wounds on his chest already, 'Fari was in a rather tight spot as far as injuries sustained thus far. He continued to try to reach for the knife, but couldn't quite get a hold of the hilt before he was thrown again. The force of the throw took down a tree this time.

Struggling to get up, the horse demon's arms shook as he glanced around him, smelling and tasting his own blood from tearing through the branches as the tree had fallen. He wiped his bloodied nose in time to see the demon bear charging again, and while he had tried to get up, he found himself unable as his legs shook with the slightest effort. His dark-coloured cloth breeches were torn from the branches, and the horse demon lamented his loss of all he had gathered for himself--though at the moment his primary concern was that of his own life, which was (in his mind) the most important asset he had.

Get up, get up, get up...! he growled at himself mentally, cursing his legs and his own arrogance for getting himself into this mess. He'd lost most of his weapons, and now he was about to lose his life. And for what? A pair of bear-skin boots and a bear-skin sleeping bag? Comforts with all things now considered.

It took the last of Svaðilfari's energy to warp the water vapours around him into a thick mist; the fog he created began to spread throughout the area, hiding him from view, buying him a few precious moments. The demon bear could still smell him, after all, but it would provide a small distraction as he dragged himself away from the fallen tree and recovered his knife in a last attempt to defend himself and kill this blasted creature.

❝ How I start here and how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet ❞

—(•·❧·•)—

 

[WhiteWingtip]

[[ Even number hits, 6 being a critical hit; Odd number misses. One more critical fail and he dies at this point. Eff. ]]
EDIT: CRITICAL HIT. GDI. FINALLY. YES.

Current Location: Mountain Forest
Mood: Angry; victorious
Course of Action Taking: Hunting
What is expected of him?: Kill the other demon before it kills him

—(•·❦[ Svaðilfari ]♞·•)—

❝ I was born on the cold side of the mountain
I wanna wake up on the warm side of the bed ❞

The demon bear couldn't see through the thickening fog because of its small eyes, and it was also growing weaker because of the blood loss and pain it had suffered now that its adrenaline-filled rage had started to quiet. A small grunt and groan of warning was shot in the direction of Svaðilfari, before it tried to pull the spear from it's body once again, gripping the shaft within its large paws and trying to pull.

Svaði got to his feet, legs still shaky, but his adrenaline from the pain and how scared he had been was acting to keep him upright as he moved quietly through the fog; the worn leather of his boots acting to keep his steps quiet. He drew his knife slowly from his boot this time, no fumbling was allowed as he closed in on his prey. This demon would pay for the injury it had caused him with his life. He had come too far to lose this catch now, even if he had to track it for days until it died, he would not lose this beast's skin.

Small grunts from the demon trying to remove the spear lead Svaði right to it. Circling behind the beast without attracting notice, 'Fari leapt up with all the strength he had to wrap his arms around the demon bear's neck. It roared in anger, but was cut off by mere gurgles as Svaði's knife drew across its neck. It was not the best cut to keep the fur in tact, but the horse demon had enough of this fight. The demon bear stumbled for a moment before it lurched forward, falling to the ground as Svaði sat up upon his prize.

Panting softly, the horse demon licked his fingers and examined his wounds, making sure nothing was to be fatal, though a puncture wound on his arm needed immediate attention. Looking at his torn cloth pants, he cut a large strip off to them to fashion into a tourniquet, tying it around his upper arm with a small grimace. He cut another strip to bind the wound tightly to slow the bleeding. Seeming satisfied with his work thus far, he retrieved his arrows and stone spearhead from the beast's carcass, letting the fog around him disperse on its own.

"You were a big'un," 'Fari commented to the corpse with a small laugh, shaking his head in almost disbelief that he had killed the thing after so much fear that it would kill him. Once he had gathered his own (rather broken) equipment, he began to collect firewood in the immediate area, not straying far from his kill. He would likely live near his kill for a few days, living off the meat (as well as drying some as well for preservation) and tanning the hide.

Once the kill was a small enough size to be movable, Svaði would travel to a more secure location--like his cliff-face--to finish preparing the hide, and cutting it into shapes he could use for new boots. If, however, predators came too close, looking to scavenge, Svaði would either have to defend his kill, or take what he could carry and leave to avoid further conflict.

❝ How I start here and how I end there
That is the part I ain't worked out yet ❞

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