Today to Come, Tomorrow to Go {RuNTs Vs. Mutts}
Oct 24, 2015 11:05:50 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 24, 2015 11:05:50 GMT -5
A long night of keeping watch proves to be as difficult as slaying the Mutts the Capitol sent after us. The open field fails to cloak us from any potential enemies lurking nearby, leaving our only protection within the darkness. And worst of all I’m left to the dullness of quietly sitting, while my eyes perform most of the action by intently searching for these very threats. But our entire alliance needs a healthy amount of sleep prior to venturing onward, which settles down my kneejerk reaction to physically achieve more.
Soon enough the sun is breaching upon the horizon, and we’re all unable to even desire another second of shuteye. “We’re going to need water.” I state the obvious to the rest, while scouting out the most logical direction to go for this necessity. Did the others provide attention to this knowledge while in the Training center? Because I most certainly did; and I begin to travel to the trees, enriched in greenery, off in the distance. Of course I wait for everything to be packed and prepared, but I still waste no time nonetheless.
Silence consumes the atmosphere as we all journey in synchronized steps. Certainly a small form of chatter would surround us if we were in the comforts of the Capitol. But here, observing outside noises is top priority. It’s only the livelihood of nature that eventually welcomes us into a different part of this Arena though. Even the oxygen smells to be sprinkled by the taste of leafs. Instinctively a gin graces my lips from satisfaction of our location…and it grows even more so as I gaze over to my teammates.
We’re all in preferable shape as Day three intrudes its presence upon us. What’s truly erupting giddiness inside of me though, is how all of them are still wearing skirts after I enforced my ownership of the only pair of pants. Worth it, even without the accomplishment of my bottom halve being entirely clothed. Who would of imagined the possibility of a little fun in between fighting to the death. “Don’t you guys look attractive,” I tease with the bit of positivity that has seeped into my bloodstream, evidently far too soon though as a distant noise sets us all on alert.
Instantly my ears perk up, and we all become as mute as Neptune with the fear of what might be approaching across our path. No, it’s not fear. This is preparation for what we may be encountering. Just like yesterday, we’ll devour any obstacle that dares to challenge us. I will cause destruction as I did in my personal training session with the Game Makers. If they desire entertainment, they’ll have it.
“Ready to kill again?” I rhetorically question my friends. There’s no options given here, we must. With more strength then I held the day before, I charge towards our enemy. Now I’m determined to murder for our safety. Nothing’s capable of holding me back as I blindly attack our next victim.
Soon enough the sun is breaching upon the horizon, and we’re all unable to even desire another second of shuteye. “We’re going to need water.” I state the obvious to the rest, while scouting out the most logical direction to go for this necessity. Did the others provide attention to this knowledge while in the Training center? Because I most certainly did; and I begin to travel to the trees, enriched in greenery, off in the distance. Of course I wait for everything to be packed and prepared, but I still waste no time nonetheless.
Silence consumes the atmosphere as we all journey in synchronized steps. Certainly a small form of chatter would surround us if we were in the comforts of the Capitol. But here, observing outside noises is top priority. It’s only the livelihood of nature that eventually welcomes us into a different part of this Arena though. Even the oxygen smells to be sprinkled by the taste of leafs. Instinctively a gin graces my lips from satisfaction of our location…and it grows even more so as I gaze over to my teammates.
We’re all in preferable shape as Day three intrudes its presence upon us. What’s truly erupting giddiness inside of me though, is how all of them are still wearing skirts after I enforced my ownership of the only pair of pants. Worth it, even without the accomplishment of my bottom halve being entirely clothed. Who would of imagined the possibility of a little fun in between fighting to the death. “Don’t you guys look attractive,” I tease with the bit of positivity that has seeped into my bloodstream, evidently far too soon though as a distant noise sets us all on alert.
Instantly my ears perk up, and we all become as mute as Neptune with the fear of what might be approaching across our path. No, it’s not fear. This is preparation for what we may be encountering. Just like yesterday, we’ll devour any obstacle that dares to challenge us. I will cause destruction as I did in my personal training session with the Game Makers. If they desire entertainment, they’ll have it.
“Ready to kill again?” I rhetorically question my friends. There’s no options given here, we must. With more strength then I held the day before, I charge towards our enemy. Now I’m determined to murder for our safety. Nothing’s capable of holding me back as I blindly attack our next victim.
{Ruth Foster attacks Werewolf #1 ~ with Gallowglass Axe}
tAEconKq200+11000
{11007 -- Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage
(Axe)} 200+11000