s a m e story n e w chapter {Atherians vs. 2 appa}
Mar 17, 2014 22:08:45 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Mar 17, 2014 22:08:45 GMT -5
Act One: Scene Five
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It wasn't going to end here.
And it certainly wasn't going to end like this.
I can feel my mind slowly breaking down, the fevered thoughts which have plagued me this battle suddenly revealing themselves as the onset of a madness I was prior embracing. I can slowly feel the madness ebbing, like the tide has finally lowered in what was my collapsing mind.
Don't be selfish, Lyric Woulf. They're depending on you, the boy from five and the girl from seven, even the boy from nine who'd gotten a twelve. I don't want to see this shit attack Sav one more time. I couldn't stand seeing the poor girl as injured as she already was.
This beast had made a huge mistake.
As rationality slowly returned, I could once again feel the ground beneath me. A faint stinging envelopes me, and warm rain slowly makes it way down my thigh and the underpart of my arm. I know the rubies which slowly bead upon my shallow wound.
They're nothing. Nothing compared to the pain which my friends are facing.
I want it all to stop.
And I want it to stop now. I'm hungry, tired and wounded, I knew my friends felt the same. Vowing to grant their wish, I ready my weapon. The carefully crafted razors we now unrecognizable under the clotting blood which stained it.
I had done nearly irreparable damage to the beast. It hung on the last threads of life, desperately clinging to the last threads of life, perhaps trying to brings one of us down with it. What's one more death on my hands? There was no turning back now, of that I was sure.
I never thought I'd survive the games. Hell, I didn't think I'd make it past the bloodbath. But here I am.
I want to make sure that at least one of them makes it home. If one of them survives this hell-hole then I will too.
[attacks appa 1]
|E7DKb0wknife
And it certainly wasn't going to end like this.
I can feel my mind slowly breaking down, the fevered thoughts which have plagued me this battle suddenly revealing themselves as the onset of a madness I was prior embracing. I can slowly feel the madness ebbing, like the tide has finally lowered in what was my collapsing mind.
Don't be selfish, Lyric Woulf. They're depending on you, the boy from five and the girl from seven, even the boy from nine who'd gotten a twelve. I don't want to see this shit attack Sav one more time. I couldn't stand seeing the poor girl as injured as she already was.
This beast had made a huge mistake.
As rationality slowly returned, I could once again feel the ground beneath me. A faint stinging envelopes me, and warm rain slowly makes it way down my thigh and the underpart of my arm. I know the rubies which slowly bead upon my shallow wound.
They're nothing. Nothing compared to the pain which my friends are facing.
I want it all to stop.
And I want it to stop now. I'm hungry, tired and wounded, I knew my friends felt the same. Vowing to grant their wish, I ready my weapon. The carefully crafted razors we now unrecognizable under the clotting blood which stained it.
I had done nearly irreparable damage to the beast. It hung on the last threads of life, desperately clinging to the last threads of life, perhaps trying to brings one of us down with it. What's one more death on my hands? There was no turning back now, of that I was sure.
I never thought I'd survive the games. Hell, I didn't think I'd make it past the bloodbath. But here I am.
I want to make sure that at least one of them makes it home. If one of them survives this hell-hole then I will too.
[attacks appa 1]
|E7DKb0wknife
attacked Appa 1: deep gash on stomach-9.0