I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone]

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 15, 2015 17:07:02 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 15, 2015 17:07:02 GMT -5

Mother, make me
Make me a bird of prey
So I can rise above this, let it fall away

While the Goddess of a bird flies overhead, the birds turn their attention towards me – as if somehow I am worthy of their attention now, and an old, weathered looking bird drops from the sky and onto my feet. The others – Little Thing and the Brave One – follow along, circling around overhead so my arms and legs are not overrun.

The old one looks gentler than the others, but more hesitant, and she pecks at my shoes for good measure before she takes to the air and flops onto the shoulder where Little Thing sat a few minutes ago.

”What shall I call you, then?” I ask, but she doesn’t honk like the others. This one is quiet and reserved, and she looks to me like a Mama Bird to the whole bunch.

Mama Bird it is, then.

[Word Attempt #16]
l69nzPQy”1-4”

”1-4”

warehouse

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 15, 2015 17:13:52 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 15, 2015 17:13:52 GMT -5

Mother, make me
Make me a bird of prey
So I can rise above this, let it fall away

They fly above me in droves, their eyes locked on the Goddess circling above my head. Occasionally a bird will reach the ground and watch me silently, but they’re either too scared or too preoccupied to care about moving any closer.

Right now, I don’t care. My birds surround me with beauty and love, and that same old feeling of power takes hold of my chest as they soar through the air.

Right now, I feel like one of them, unstoppable and free.

[Word Attempt #17]
X_xX3NbX”1-4”

”1-4”

warehouse

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 15, 2015 17:20:04 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 15, 2015 17:20:04 GMT -5

Mother, make me
Make me a bird of prey
So I can rise above this, let it fall away

Up in the air, the Brave One flies side-by-side with the Goddess, smaller but dedicated, following the silver hawk’s lead. They twist and turn and flip through the air like damn fools, but I can’t help but laugh as I watch them twirling with such grace. Mama Bird’s watching them, too, transfixed on the elegant form of the hawk with her sharp eyes.

More and more birds descend to witness the Goddess’s sleek silver frame, shimmery and translucent in the light of the Arena. She draws other birds to her without even trying, and a few are even close enough to reach, if they’ll let me.

[Word Attempt #18]
82HOz4PV”1-4”

”1-4”

warehouse

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 15, 2015 17:48:42 GMT -5

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Post by Kire on Oct 15, 2015 17:48:42 GMT -5

Someith Krearns
stop when the red lights flash
i'll trade you blood for dirty cash

Third Person, First Person, Says, Thinks

Despite losing a hand, Someith was only mildly bothered by his injuries. He had found his girls to be alive, if badly injured in the case of Saxton and Hannah. Irate that he had yet to shed real blood - the scratch on the girl's leg didn't count - he barely cared about his own red essence that pattered to the ground. As he approached, he noticed that Saxton held a plastic kit and Annora pinched a needle and thread between her fingers. When he reached them they immediately divided the healing items so that the three of them - Annora only had a bruise - could patch themselves up. None of them offered to help him beyond handing him some of the bandages and a needle and thread. Somewhat inept with his left hand - of course his dominant hand had been removed - he sloppily sewed the stump of his arm shut. Wrapping the now-stitched wound in the bandages, he eyed his three fellows to see that they were doing well enough.

Saxton was piecing herself together well, and Annora was helping Hannah. Even so, he saw that the two girls were struggling with Hannah's numerous injuries. Going over to them, he pinched the edges of a deep gash together, ignoring the hiss from Hannah. They really would be no help to him dead, and he had to admit that he liked their spunk. He would never tell them, though.

A pinging noise made him straighten and look up. Way above them was a faint flashing light that grew brighter as the thing grew closer. The pinging noise also increased until a capsule landed neatly before him. When he spotted the number four he reached down and opened the container. Inside lay a gleaming metal hook, polished to a silver shine and attached to a leather cup with straps. A grin spread across his face as he lifted the object. If ever there was a thing he thought beautiful, this was it. He slipped the leather cup over the stump on his right arm, fumbling for a moment with the straps before he secured it properly. Once on, the weapon - for surely it was one with the point filed to an end so small he could barely see it and with the outer edge of the curve sharpened to a knife's blade - had almost the same weight as his hand had. Only then did he realize how off center he had felt without his hand. Now, however, he felt whole once more.

Shortly after, Annora got up in a rush and left with only a quick "I’ma go lookin’ for supplies" tossed behind her. He watched her leave, admiring her form while cursing her for not seeking his verdict. Inwardly he knew he had no control over these girls and it drove him fucking mad. They should know that he was the captain and his orders were to be followed. True, he hadn't given any orders since they had gotten into the arena, but that didn't mean he wouldn't.

Minutes later he was up, hook flashing, as he marched sharply after his erstwhile companion. When he caught up to her he narrowed his eyes. Around her sat four little birds and a misty hawk sat on her shoulder. His own misty crocodile slunk along the ground beside him, eyeing the birds with a mind for lunch. Grimly he stalked up to her. "Next time, ask." He glared at her, taking in the scene with a dark look on his face. He wasn't sure what bothered him the most about the situation, but it bothered him all the same.

Soft bird sounds came from above and he snarled. When the little creatures - there were two new ones - came closer, he reached up with his hooked hand and swiped at it.

Rolling for Word trapping
OQKSfcnf1-2
failure (damn bird got away)

Dowsing Rod
1-3
success! (always give your crocaibell the dowsing rod)

Object Found
1-16
Candel

Your Move

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Last Edit: Oct 29, 2015 22:12:41 GMT -5 by Kire

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 15, 2015 17:48:46 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 15, 2015 17:48:46 GMT -5

Mother, make me
Make me a bird of prey
So I can rise above this, let it fall away

I didn’t know it was possible to be peaceful in the Arena, but I am.

I find myself bending my knees and sitting in the dirt as the birds rest on my legs and my move to my arms – outstretched lazily on the ground – and I think that this is such a vulnerable position for the Games. But I don’t care. I don’t care.

In this moment, I am happy, and that’s all I care about. My friends slowly come down from their circling and rest on the Earth with me, gently honking at each other every now and then, and if not for their honking I think I might fall asleep, here and now.

If other birds want to come down from the sky and join me, all are welcome.

[Word Attempt #19]
uNhGyUrA”1-4”

”1-4”

warehouse

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 15, 2015 22:02:33 GMT -5

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Post by grim. on Oct 15, 2015 22:02:33 GMT -5

"Say you'll remember me,
even if its just pretend..."

The severity of my sins had made this all the more vial to my mind. Had I truly wanted to suffer an eternity of torment? Of course I didn't but who would? I had imagined a world of utter torment. A swarm of wasps and bees swirling around a running group of wicked. Their bodies shivering with sweat, their eyes streaming tears.

They had been running toward a goal they would never truly meet. Their lives of no end, had now become a life of never reaching a goal, a dream. They chase after the unreachable being stung as they suffer. Their bodies leaking puss and blood, the grubs and maggots feasting on this blood only to birth my wasps to cause these people harm for eternity. And so the cycle will continue a punishment must always suit the crime.

Though murder had been so much more horrid then what those people had committed a life with no faith was all they were trailed of, but I was a murderer, I had helped kill the innocent. So what punishment would suit a crime of a much more graphic magnitude?

I fear what I would have to endure, I fear death. Not because of leaving the current world I live in, but because of the fate that awaits me. It would bring me far more suffering then the hell I was already living.

I approach those that I have entrusted my life with, those that have shown me a sense of kindness, if that is what you can call it. Today I give birth to a being far more powerful then Saxton. I look down to my little ivory serpent, she coiled through my fingers with a loving hiss.

I was as low as she, pulling my scaled stomach along the floors of a desperate release. Annora and Someith quickly come back into my view, I was not alone, not yet.

"Away with your hopes, they do not belong here."

{word attempt}
0qCK5w5k1-4
success!

{dowsing rod attempt}
1-3
failed

{Collects Items from the ~~scrub~~ U tried wealth}

Credit to Thundy

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Last Edit: Oct 16, 2015 14:19:01 GMT -5 by grim.

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I AM NOT AFRAID // [Annora Standalone] Oct 16, 2015 11:12:39 GMT -5

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Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Oct 16, 2015 11:12:39 GMT -5

Mother, make me
Make me a bird of prey
So I can rise above this, let it fall away

I don't look up as my ally stalks up through the fog.

"Next time, ask," Someith tells me, and I snort with derision.

"I don't ask for the things I want, Someith Krearns."

He does not control me, though he sure wants to.

My birds are wary of his presence, and it doesn't help that he tries to swipe one of their friends from the sky to kill for a meal. Thankfully - perhaps luckily - he fails, and I laugh because I know how difficult it is to coax the birds from the sky.

Rising from my spot on the ground, I brush myself off and take off towards the Cornucopia, reminded of why it was that I came here in the first place.

(I don't wave goodbye.)

A few minutes later, I'm piling items into my bag, smiling at the hoard of supplies left over.

[Word Attempt #20]
j4muJiCt”1-4”

[collects items from the U Tried leftover wealth.]