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vatheon2012-05-06 04:08 pm
feralfanatic) wrote in vatheon2012-05-06 04:08 pm
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Who: the Disciple and the Summoner
When: May 6th
Where: The north forest of the island
Style: Prose
Status: Closed, Ask us if you want in.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Disciple had first noticed it a couple days ago, this growing sense of frailty that had taken root in her. It had started off fairly minor, and she had written it off as a passing illness. Over the next couple of days she had noticed it getting worse and worse. A weakness in her joints, a further clouding of her already muddied mind. She felt like all her energy she was being slowly drained away, leaving her hollow.
She had been doing her best to hide this from the others, not wanting them to worry. It was just a passing thing, why make her loved ones fret? But when she had woken up this morning, she knew something had to be done about it. Her symptoms had gotten even worse. Hell, even the simple act of breathing was starting to seem strenuous. What the hell was causing this? The only thing she could figure is that her diet as of late hasn't contained the same amount of fresh killed meat as she had been accustomed to back home. This was simply her body telling her she needed to hunt. So, that's exactly what she would do.
She forced herself to action, pulling herself from the bed. She threw on some clothes and headed out of the hive, careful to avoid its inhabitants(she still didn't want to worry them.) She needed to get to the island, she had seen hoofbeasts up there that would make an excellent meal. The journey to the elevator seemed impossible, but she set off at a pace she could maintain at her current condition. Still cautious of all the teeming mass of locals, she took what back-ways and alleyways she could, using paths she had learned from her month here.
The Elevator ride up was long, much longer then it had been before, at least that's how it seemed. Disciple felt more of her strength draining from her on the ride up. She forcibly calmed her breathing, panicking would not help her right now. She needed her faculties if she was to track and kill. The elevator hit its apex and she took off at an awkward lope, making for the northern forest she remembered from the night of the boat party.
Disciple hit the boundary of the forest, crashing through underbrush with abandon. Okay, that wasn't going to work. She needed her stealth and cunning if she were to bring down one of the beasts. She needed to recover somewhat if she was going to successfully hunt. A clearing ahead, she'll take a small break and then make a kill. She stumbled into the opening in the forest, collapsing to the ground. Oh. This was bad. The second she was on the ground she knew she wasn't getting up again. Her muscles burned with complaint. Everything seemed to be moving around her at an abnormal rate. The ground sure seemed inviting, she would take a little break here to rest. Yeah, just a little... tiny... break.
When: May 6th
Where: The north forest of the island
Style: Prose
Status: Closed, Ask us if you want in.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Disciple had first noticed it a couple days ago, this growing sense of frailty that had taken root in her. It had started off fairly minor, and she had written it off as a passing illness. Over the next couple of days she had noticed it getting worse and worse. A weakness in her joints, a further clouding of her already muddied mind. She felt like all her energy she was being slowly drained away, leaving her hollow.
She had been doing her best to hide this from the others, not wanting them to worry. It was just a passing thing, why make her loved ones fret? But when she had woken up this morning, she knew something had to be done about it. Her symptoms had gotten even worse. Hell, even the simple act of breathing was starting to seem strenuous. What the hell was causing this? The only thing she could figure is that her diet as of late hasn't contained the same amount of fresh killed meat as she had been accustomed to back home. This was simply her body telling her she needed to hunt. So, that's exactly what she would do.
She forced herself to action, pulling herself from the bed. She threw on some clothes and headed out of the hive, careful to avoid its inhabitants(she still didn't want to worry them.) She needed to get to the island, she had seen hoofbeasts up there that would make an excellent meal. The journey to the elevator seemed impossible, but she set off at a pace she could maintain at her current condition. Still cautious of all the teeming mass of locals, she took what back-ways and alleyways she could, using paths she had learned from her month here.
The Elevator ride up was long, much longer then it had been before, at least that's how it seemed. Disciple felt more of her strength draining from her on the ride up. She forcibly calmed her breathing, panicking would not help her right now. She needed her faculties if she was to track and kill. The elevator hit its apex and she took off at an awkward lope, making for the northern forest she remembered from the night of the boat party.
Disciple hit the boundary of the forest, crashing through underbrush with abandon. Okay, that wasn't going to work. She needed her stealth and cunning if she were to bring down one of the beasts. She needed to recover somewhat if she was going to successfully hunt. A clearing ahead, she'll take a small break and then make a kill. She stumbled into the opening in the forest, collapsing to the ground. Oh. This was bad. The second she was on the ground she knew she wasn't getting up again. Her muscles burned with complaint. Everything seemed to be moving around her at an abnormal rate. The ground sure seemed inviting, she would take a little break here to rest. Yeah, just a little... tiny... break.
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"No need to hope, it'll happen," wink, "I'm sure of it."
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She continues to follow, sticking a little close for comfort, but showing a measure of relaxation the further away from the plaza they get. She had come quite a way from comfortably standing next to Signless as they stood before those multitude of trolls.