the lycan hunt ✘ threeofwolves, day two.
Feb 25, 2024 11:38:25 GMT -5
Post by mat on Feb 25, 2024 11:38:25 GMT -5
With the intense pressure of the arena, Lucky never slept better. He took the first watch in the lodge. After picking a room to rest in for the night, all that was left to do was find a sturdy chair and post up outside the door. Spear in hand, he waited in silence, eye peeled and ears open for any movement that might be a threat. Of course, he nodded off once or twice, but he wouldn't tell Xylia that when he woke her up next. No harm, no foul. It was three hours into the watch when he turned in for the night, sleepiness overtaking him. He curled up on the opposite side of the room to Gunner toward the window.
Even as Xylia and Gunner exchanged their watches later in the night, he did not flinch. Why was it that in facing death, Lucky was less afraid? His guard was higher at home than it was here. The sun rose, its blinding light cracking through the window shades. Only one death so far, but he wagered there might be more soon, fast. Not himself, Gunner, or Xylia, of course. They were too good to die this soon. Perhaps that was it. The confidence. Coddled as he was back home, his father never let him have confidence back home. That was what made him afraid all the time. Afraid of him, the one person who could rip away what he had.
"Morning, sunshine." He whispered to Xylia across the room. Lucky rose, pooling together his equipment. He wrapped his satchel around his shoulder, waiting for her at the door. "What are the odds he fell asleep? Should we scare him?" He considered it, ear propped against the door, but Lucky ultimately shook his head. It was like Gunner said yesterday: never mess around with a person who has a gun!
Lucky opened the door slowly, whispering to Gunner in the hall, "We're awake, dude." With one last scan to make sure they did not leave anything behind on the first trip, the group swept the lodge and abandoned it once more.
He led them west. Felicity's cabin, burnt to a crisp, was in this direction. The woods also had a ton of poisonous plants. Lucky showed them his angel's trumpets the night before, and they recognized them. Perhaps more might have grown in the woods while they were gone. The gravel roads faded into ash and snow, and the dense deciduous trees charred over time. "The woods are a great place for you, Guns. It's like an open shooting range." Lucky led the charge but walked backward to face Xylia and Gunner. He was their tour guide today, showing them an area he spent… what, an hour or two in(?) as if it was the palm of his hand.
Lucky pointed out the cabin to Xylia. "I'm thinking after our little tour, we make our way back over here. Yeah? Cover our bases and know our surroundings before we get boxed in." He asked for her permission and approval. Her head was the most straightened between the three of them, and she knew what to do when it came to strategy. At least for now, anyway. Lucky wanted to offer her trust and control, an illusion that he was ride-or-die loyal to her.
As they moved further west, Lucky paused. The air felt alive like something was actively burning. "You guys smell that?" The charred air blew in from the west.
"What do you guys think? Should we check it out?"
Even as Xylia and Gunner exchanged their watches later in the night, he did not flinch. Why was it that in facing death, Lucky was less afraid? His guard was higher at home than it was here. The sun rose, its blinding light cracking through the window shades. Only one death so far, but he wagered there might be more soon, fast. Not himself, Gunner, or Xylia, of course. They were too good to die this soon. Perhaps that was it. The confidence. Coddled as he was back home, his father never let him have confidence back home. That was what made him afraid all the time. Afraid of him, the one person who could rip away what he had.
"Morning, sunshine." He whispered to Xylia across the room. Lucky rose, pooling together his equipment. He wrapped his satchel around his shoulder, waiting for her at the door. "What are the odds he fell asleep? Should we scare him?" He considered it, ear propped against the door, but Lucky ultimately shook his head. It was like Gunner said yesterday: never mess around with a person who has a gun!
Lucky opened the door slowly, whispering to Gunner in the hall, "We're awake, dude." With one last scan to make sure they did not leave anything behind on the first trip, the group swept the lodge and abandoned it once more.
He led them west. Felicity's cabin, burnt to a crisp, was in this direction. The woods also had a ton of poisonous plants. Lucky showed them his angel's trumpets the night before, and they recognized them. Perhaps more might have grown in the woods while they were gone. The gravel roads faded into ash and snow, and the dense deciduous trees charred over time. "The woods are a great place for you, Guns. It's like an open shooting range." Lucky led the charge but walked backward to face Xylia and Gunner. He was their tour guide today, showing them an area he spent… what, an hour or two in(?) as if it was the palm of his hand.
Lucky pointed out the cabin to Xylia. "I'm thinking after our little tour, we make our way back over here. Yeah? Cover our bases and know our surroundings before we get boxed in." He asked for her permission and approval. Her head was the most straightened between the three of them, and she knew what to do when it came to strategy. At least for now, anyway. Lucky wanted to offer her trust and control, an illusion that he was ride-or-die loyal to her.
As they moved further west, Lucky paused. The air felt alive like something was actively burning. "You guys smell that?" The charred air blew in from the west.
"What do you guys think? Should we check it out?"
