I don't flirt. [Ross v Harpie | Day Two]
Jun 25, 2016 12:35:18 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Jun 25, 2016 12:35:18 GMT -5
ROSS WOLFE
i hear a t h u n d e r in the distance
see a vision of a c r o s s
i feel the p a i n that was given
on that sad day of l o s s
see a vision of a c r o s s
i feel the p a i n that was given
on that sad day of l o s s
You wander into the darkness to the south of the cornucopia. The stairs seem to lead to nowhere as you continue to descend for what feels like much longer than it should have been. By the time you finally reach the bottom the darkness almost feels sticky on your skin. Shadows seem to cling to you, blocking your eyes, your nose, your mouth. You feel as though you are about to choke before you take a moment to steady yourself. The sensation of drowning in darkness fades, though your vision still doesn't return. Only the faintest shapes can be made out, and you have trouble seeing your own hand in front of your face. Faint scraping sounds of claws on stone crackle around you, making you step warily.
The weight of your bone sword in your hand is starting to feel more comfortable. You had wielded it well in the bloodbath despite very little training with large weapons. Now, feeling as though something would come to attack you at any moment, you were glad that perhaps you would be able to defend yourself. Listening hard for any sounds coming closer to you - there was a small release of tension in your shoulders as you realized most of the sounds moved some feet away as though you had a dome around you - you tried to pick out the noise of a beast or person coming close. You hadn't noticed any figures following you, but now that you could barely make out your own form that meant little. For all you knew, you had just walked past an entire alliance without seeing them. One thing was for sure, there was no light anywhere near you.
Not sure if you were even making any sort of progress, you stop and try to find something to get your bearings. Mach hadn't given you a light source, and you hadn't been able to snag one during the mess of the fight. Irritated at your skittishness over not being able to see, you roll your shoulders once, twice, and straighten your back. With a single nod, you continue on. More settled now, you listen once again for any sounds of attack. A whooshing, like the sound of wings, greats your ears. Instinctively, you duck and raise your sword. The only reason you had avoided that first attack - and it had been close, you had felt a light tap on your skull by a wing and the wave of air had ruffled your clothes - was that you were being as quiet as you could be. Of course, just because you couldn't see didn't mean that the creatures in here couldn't either - quite the opposite in fact.
The Capitol would love to see a tribute frantically swatting at nothing while the beast was actually coming up behind them. Their fancy cameras could see in the dark and so the entirety of Panem would know everything that was happening. They didn't count on you knowing that silence is best. In this moment, you had proved that once more. As the thing came swooping at you again - wings beating, making that soft woosh woosh sound that was your only lead - you swung toward the noise.
[Ross attacks the Harpie with Bone Sword]
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Shallow Cut on Left Forearm -- 3.5 damage
a l i o n roars in the darkness
only he holds the k e y
a light to free me from my b u r d en
and grant me l i f e eternally
only he holds the k e y
a light to free me from my b u r d en
and grant me l i f e eternally
. . .
lyrics: "my own prison" by creed.
lyrics: "my own prison" by creed.