a pursuit for sunlight, [ white rabbits v yetis ] day 4

Mitch, Jake, and Car had spent all evening preparing for this hunting trip in the woods. The mountains were their homes; where the lizards don't dare to reach them at the peaks. The three brothers had gotten hungry. Spent all of yesterday feasting upon the dead carcasses of the creatures the small lizards had given them. Except, when evening came, Mitch had decided to collect his brothers for a hunt. Not just any ordinary hunt, but the kind where they could find those strange fleshy creatures they've heard rumors of throughout the arena. Pieces of metal, wood, and other strange things left by the river they crossed. The sound of whispered words being breathed upon the wind by most of the others.

Their clan would always be one of the strongest here. This oasis of greenery having beaten their last home. Mitch, Jake, and Car had been sent out to find the food they so desired. A hunting party sent by the wise one himself, James would always send the three of them together to achieve these tasks. A laughter among all three of them as they travelled in the early morning fading into the day as they'd found themselves in the forest of magic. Mushrooms, homes, and the plant life itself having given them each a desire for blood more and more. All of them were clumsy as they stumbled through the forest, crushing tiny homes with their large and imposing form. Mitch is the one to speak first. "Follow me, we must find the fleshy ones." A roar coming from his throat as Jake and Car follow with careful eyes. Car speaks fully with his chest, letting out a growl as they go. "We will find them, brother." Jake's the one who's quiet. Body turned towards the trees; away from Car and Mitch. Car and Mitch had been distracted with crushing homes leaving roars and snarls towards the strange air where some floating lights flicker away from them. Jake's the one to say something as the fleshy creatures come for them. "The fleshy ones have found us! We're being ambushed!"

The large metal weapon comes crashing into Jake's neck, blood swirling downwards as he roars towards the creature who'd launched the metallic object there. Reaching up to rip it from the wound, he growls loudly. As for Car, he manages to pull out of the way from the second one who comes at them. Always the faster of the three brothers, Car keeps to his slippery hand and roars loudly in the face of the one who couldn't hit him. Mitch is unlucky in comparison as the blade in the third one's hand cuts into his leg, blood dripping from the wound as he opens his mouth wide to show all the slobber and anger as the roar comes forward. All three of them pushing forward with their large forms and angry roars, they strike together as cohesively as they can. A clan that kills together stays together. "You shall die in glory for the clan's prosperity!"

Claws rip into a back, blood dripping with the smell of ichor. The fleshy ones bleed the same as they do, but Mitch had wanted more. Lifting with the full force of rage as Mitch roars with his entire chest, burning as if this were kairos; the perfect moment to prove his worth to the clan. Empty teeth clatter forward, just barely grazing against flesh for Car; another reminder of why the clan relies on him. Never quite deadly, but always reliable. The smallest of the three, but always somewhere in between strong and reliable. The days spent having killed the smaller lizards of the land or the fish people of the waters; the bird ones and the fleshy ones are all that remains of his list to have hunted the world. Pulling away, there's a roar from his lips. A burning desire in his chest as he keeps speaking to his brethren with his whole chest. "Their blood tastes so sweet. Let's eat one of them alive and bring the rest to the clan. James will crown us the bravest warriors of this land."

As for Jake, he's less reliable than his brothers. Always a wild card in every manner. Not fully of the same blood, but a brother nonetheless. His claws go wide as the other fleshy one manages to get out of the way. A grunt of frustration burning through his chest as he feels the wind beneath his furry fingertips. There's no going back. Their hunting prowess needed to be backed up. Anger builds in his chest as he lets out a large roar to his brothers; a plan needed to be made and Jake was the best at those. "Circle around. We need to overwhelm them. Our strength is superior to theirs. Their blood will be ours tonight!" Mitch and Car nod, pulling away with all the bravery bleeding into their eyes. The first weapon comes for Mitch, silver and filled with vigor. The large thrown weapon aimed towards his chest, but yeti kind had seen similar. Weapons tossed at them by the lizards who seemed to be just as capable as the fleshy ones. The weapon's too slow as Mitch moves out of range, just managing to get away from the silver.

"Car! Behind you!" Mitch's voice rings with the shrill of a roar to it, another roar back as Car moves away from the large blade coming at him. There's a roar sent towards the one with the long blade. As for Jake, he's too slow. Weapon burning dark blood from his hip. The white hot flash of pain before he grunts in anger. The roar from his throat bleeding with the blood of his hip; the yetis were angry. Their clan reside far away with hopeful pride. None of them could fail their clan; all of them had a promise to make. James would see them once more, but as the heroes they were always destined to be. One day, they could even become strong enough to take on the slime in the abandoned building at the center of this world. Circling around after the attacks, Mitch and Car go for their own bites while Jake takes on the front. Their plan to encircle and trap these fleshy ones would work. They had to. "Strike now! We've got the advantage!"

The fleshy ones rip apart, pieces of flesh in Mitch's grasp as he yells to no one. A battle cry in his throat as the roar echoes through the canopy of the forest. Destroyed mushroom homes left behind their path of destruction. "You will be our clan's next meal! Time for you to die." Stomachs growling loudly as he can feel the silver blade dig into his leg, burning fire echoing through him as he can feel himself growing weaker, but he's the clan's warrior. The greatest fighter to ever exist. Jack and Car follow him for a reason and there's nothing else anyone can do about it. They bleed ichor so black that it stains the mushrooms below a dark, sickly color as Mitch yells in pain, roars in anger, and burns in life.

Car is the one who's patient. Waits for the right moment to strike, burning claws into flesh as the one with the giant silver weapon in their hand continues to move with such a precise way that even a yeti can guess where it's going. Car's own stomach rumbling as he can feel the fear in his chest. Sensible is what he was told by James. The sensible yeti, the smaller yeti, and the one who knows when it's time to go. There's blood dripping from Jake and Mitch; blackened blood falling and falling. A purple sheen to it as he can see the violence burning from them, but he's got more to attend to. James had told him to get them to run if the situation got dire. The clan would forgive them. Jake and Mitch would forgive him, but right now, there was still time. The fleshy ones were bleeding. "One more shot and then we'll go find some Baas instead! None of you shall die on my watch!" (Baas = Sheepish)

Jake, well he's turned the heat up to a hundred. Anger burning through his skin as he rips into the one who's got the upper hand on them. Always a wild card in comparison to his brothers. Jake was the playmaker, the yeti with a plan. No one was able to read him for what he was, but Jake always did the worst consistently. Bigger than Car, but smaller than Mitch, he's got a lot more to work with when it comes to attacking. Blood drips from his wounds, but there's a confidence that even Car and Mitch don't have. Despite roaring moments ago, Jake's got more of a smile on his lips. Creepily staring at the fleshy ones who are putting up a stronger fight than the lizards they've crushed in seconds. The clan would eat well tonight. "No! We must ruin these fleshy ones. They'll be our meal."