Lending to Death a New Terror {Fledger, Day Three}
Feb 14, 2012 17:38:12 GMT -5
Post by Morgana on Feb 14, 2012 17:38:12 GMT -5
Fledger RellsHe says “we're fucked up,”
But we're not the same
And Mom and Dad are the ones you can blame.
As if he hadn't had enough of sand already. Fledger, upon entering the tower, found himself at the edge of yet another batch of sand. Honestly, it shouldn't have surprised him. The other towers were probably filled with sand, too. The Gamemakers had probably made sure there was no food to be found anywhere so the tributes would be forced to reduce to cannibalism. At least it would make for a more interesting Games.
Dragging his weapon against the sand, he took a few steps further inside. He wanted to hurt with his weapon, make someone bleed. As far as he could see, there wasn't anyone else here, which meant that wouldn't be an option. Unless, of course, he managed to find himself a Mutt. That wouldn't have the same satisfaction, though. In the end, there would be no corpse to loot, just some meat to carve from bone, if he was lucky.
Movement caught Fledger's eye. Coming closer was a large creature. It had a furry pelt, and stood quite tall. Four stout legs held the bulky body up. On its large head were two horns, from which protruded what appeared to be a pair of whips. This creature looked fearsome. Potentially deadly. But what was life without a few risks? Since his life would most likely be over soon anyway, why not go for it? Even if this thing killed him, he could still say he tried. And if he won, he'd feel more confident about confronting the enemies that really mattered - his fellow tributes.
((Attacks Whip-Horned Buffalo; Fauchard))
[dice=200+13000]
((Shallow Cut on Right Forearm; 3.5))