my second eye | lucky & the woods
Feb 19, 2024 13:28:25 GMT -5
Post by LAIN 🍽 1M | Mattio on Feb 19, 2024 13:28:25 GMT -5
Lucky kept a close eye on his surroundings as the icy gravel of the lodge drifted into snow and dirt, then ash and the dead woods. Weapon at the ready, he was prepared to fight. Letting Ines go was a graciously missed opportunity, and letting Lionel crawl out was a regret considering how he spoke to Lucky. He volunteered to "scope out" the western portion of the arena, but he was actively hunting. The trees in the area, entirely stripped of their bark and spirit, intrigued him out of all directions (the shadows north of them were an intriguing, but also terrifying option.
If it weren't so cold, the land he walked on might be a swamp. He chopped plants apart from the stems they grew from. Between Sage, Vali, and Xov, Lucky learned about three kinds of plants: the edible ones, the ones that left infections and rashes, and the hallucinogenics. Screw the edible plants– the lodge had more than enough to keep him well-fed. And the weed, well, perhaps at the party, but not in this environment. In the Training Center, he picked up on the way to properly shred and apply poison to a weapon. Low-hanging by the dead trees were some clusters of them in exposed patches of grass. Angel Trumpets, by the looks of it. Lucky pulled on his gloves, hacking the yellow plants from their stems. He opened a pocket within his bag and dropped them in for application later. And– just in case– he washed his hands in the ashes for good measure.
He knelt by one of the scattered campfires, tossing ash and wood around in hopes of recovering anything. The most essential items in the arena came from scavenging. The layer of ash on the ground was well above his ankle. Anything could be underneath. Fuel. Gasoline. Fires rarely start by themselves.
The trees behind him creaked, swaying in the breeze. He did not pay them much mind until an entire branch detached, slamming into the bed of ashes like a pile of leaves. Lucky whipped himself around, weapon at the ready just in case the sound wasn't natural. But there was no one there. Only whimpers in the wind.
"Dry wood... usually burns pretty easily." Lucky tapped the side of his temple, proud of his analysis. He approached weapon raised to begin sawing the branch off. The whimpers grew louder as he got closer, shifting from whispers to loud pleas for help. "Hmm?"
Lucky picked the branch up from the ground. It wasn't too big, maybe a half hour's worth of firewood to be chopped up. Underneath it, however, was something more priceless. A tiny creature, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, crying and screaming in distress.
"Hey. Sh. Shshsh." Lucky's thumb covered the creature's small mouth. He whispered to calm the thing down. "You're gonna bring the whole arena right to us."
Quieted by Lucky's command, the creature did not blink as it looked up toward him. The similarities between them… uncanny! He heard the cracking of glass in his pocket as the creature jumped into his palm. Simultaneously, each of them blinked. It had to be another blessing from the Allfather Odin, if what Vali described to him was true. The creature crawled up to his chest before situating itself in the pocket of his flannel.
Lucky smiled, content. And with that, the creature's color shifted to a warm pink.
The one-eyed boy and his little friend, the one-eyed creature.
If it weren't so cold, the land he walked on might be a swamp. He chopped plants apart from the stems they grew from. Between Sage, Vali, and Xov, Lucky learned about three kinds of plants: the edible ones, the ones that left infections and rashes, and the hallucinogenics. Screw the edible plants– the lodge had more than enough to keep him well-fed. And the weed, well, perhaps at the party, but not in this environment. In the Training Center, he picked up on the way to properly shred and apply poison to a weapon. Low-hanging by the dead trees were some clusters of them in exposed patches of grass. Angel Trumpets, by the looks of it. Lucky pulled on his gloves, hacking the yellow plants from their stems. He opened a pocket within his bag and dropped them in for application later. And– just in case– he washed his hands in the ashes for good measure.
He knelt by one of the scattered campfires, tossing ash and wood around in hopes of recovering anything. The most essential items in the arena came from scavenging. The layer of ash on the ground was well above his ankle. Anything could be underneath. Fuel. Gasoline. Fires rarely start by themselves.
The trees behind him creaked, swaying in the breeze. He did not pay them much mind until an entire branch detached, slamming into the bed of ashes like a pile of leaves. Lucky whipped himself around, weapon at the ready just in case the sound wasn't natural. But there was no one there. Only whimpers in the wind.
"Dry wood... usually burns pretty easily." Lucky tapped the side of his temple, proud of his analysis. He approached weapon raised to begin sawing the branch off. The whimpers grew louder as he got closer, shifting from whispers to loud pleas for help. "Hmm?"
Lucky picked the branch up from the ground. It wasn't too big, maybe a half hour's worth of firewood to be chopped up. Underneath it, however, was something more priceless. A tiny creature, small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, crying and screaming in distress.
"Hey. Sh. Shshsh." Lucky's thumb covered the creature's small mouth. He whispered to calm the thing down. "You're gonna bring the whole arena right to us."
Quieted by Lucky's command, the creature did not blink as it looked up toward him. The similarities between them… uncanny! He heard the cracking of glass in his pocket as the creature jumped into his palm. Simultaneously, each of them blinked. It had to be another blessing from the Allfather Odin, if what Vali described to him was true. The creature crawled up to his chest before situating itself in the pocket of his flannel.
Lucky smiled, content. And with that, the creature's color shifted to a warm pink.
The one-eyed boy and his little friend, the one-eyed creature.
[ lucky claims the dyeclops with his golden compass ]
