as the forest comes alive [ curt v trevenant ] day 2
Oct 19, 2019 14:24:15 GMT -5
Post by Kire on Oct 19, 2019 14:24:15 GMT -5
Curtus Dolor
Don't know what I believe in, who I believe in anymore
I know that I'm broken, it's the road that I've chosen to walk alone
Don't know what I believe in, who I believe in anymore
I know that I'm broken, it's the road that I've chosen to walk alone
He had managed to get away from the group of four sometime after the anthem had blared overhead. His broken leg still throbbed terribly but the little rest he had had was enough to bring back some of his strength and mental clarity. He had wandered off into the dark, not really caring what direction he went except that it was away from a boy who could go from breaking his leg to practically carrying him out of a fray.
He had walked for a long time, until the town had faded away and he was surrounded by open space and still on until trees closed in around him and began to block out the dark sky. Finally, feeling like he had gone far enough, he sat himself down with his back to a tree. His eyes fluttered shut with the sounds of a forest at night around him. With a sigh, he slept.
The morning came with a spur of sunlight striking him in the face. Somehow it had bolted through the leaves above to smote him where he lay. He was stiff and ached all over, and for a moment he had nearly forgotten about his leg. Inspecting it, he found some of the swelling had gone down and, after carefully hauling himself up with help of the tree, found he was actually able to bear a little weight on it.
Limping heavily, he carried on his journey of last night and delved deeper into the woods. Now taking heed of what was around him, he marveled at the colours around him. If this is what District seven looked like in the fall he was surprised anyone would want to leave. There was a sense of peace in here, though an edge of foreboding rested in the shadowed distance. He was beginning to get the uncomfortable feeling that he wasn't alone in here, and that whatever was in here with him was tracking his movements.
Now expecting to encounter other tributes - did Charisma and her group follow him to finally kill him? - he tried to make greater haste. Looking over his shoulder every other step and startling at the slightest noise, he felt like a rabbit in the gaze of a hawk. Any moment now, he was sure that he would get snatched up in giant talons and carried away to be torn apart.
He was stopped short by a creaking sound. This wasn't the sound of the wind in the branches or the snap of a twig underfoot, this was much bigger than that. This was the sound of a tree being ripped out of the ground. Whipping around, his eyes as large as the moon, he turned to face whatever was coming for him.
It wasn't quite a tree, but he had been sure it was one when he had passed by it earlier. He recognized it from the weird face-like collection of knots that had startled him before. "Holy fuck, it's alive." Pulling his adze from his belt, he readied himself for a fight. Funny how he had managed to grab an axe and now he was fighting a living tree. Settling himself into a defensive stance as best as he could, he waited for a moment to take a measure of the thing. Looking for a weak point - maybe the face, maybe the sides - he tried to take stock of what he was up against.
Should he try to fell it like a regular tree? He had no experience doing so but the theory of it wasn't hard to grasp. Perhaps he should just try to scare it off. The glowering, lumbering presence moved forward and he had the distinct impression that this thing wouldn't simply run off after a couple hits.
Chopping it down it is, then.
He raised the axe with both hands and swung it in a hard arc at the pretend-tree.
He had walked for a long time, until the town had faded away and he was surrounded by open space and still on until trees closed in around him and began to block out the dark sky. Finally, feeling like he had gone far enough, he sat himself down with his back to a tree. His eyes fluttered shut with the sounds of a forest at night around him. With a sigh, he slept.
--- --- ---
The morning came with a spur of sunlight striking him in the face. Somehow it had bolted through the leaves above to smote him where he lay. He was stiff and ached all over, and for a moment he had nearly forgotten about his leg. Inspecting it, he found some of the swelling had gone down and, after carefully hauling himself up with help of the tree, found he was actually able to bear a little weight on it.
Limping heavily, he carried on his journey of last night and delved deeper into the woods. Now taking heed of what was around him, he marveled at the colours around him. If this is what District seven looked like in the fall he was surprised anyone would want to leave. There was a sense of peace in here, though an edge of foreboding rested in the shadowed distance. He was beginning to get the uncomfortable feeling that he wasn't alone in here, and that whatever was in here with him was tracking his movements.
Now expecting to encounter other tributes - did Charisma and her group follow him to finally kill him? - he tried to make greater haste. Looking over his shoulder every other step and startling at the slightest noise, he felt like a rabbit in the gaze of a hawk. Any moment now, he was sure that he would get snatched up in giant talons and carried away to be torn apart.
He was stopped short by a creaking sound. This wasn't the sound of the wind in the branches or the snap of a twig underfoot, this was much bigger than that. This was the sound of a tree being ripped out of the ground. Whipping around, his eyes as large as the moon, he turned to face whatever was coming for him.
It wasn't quite a tree, but he had been sure it was one when he had passed by it earlier. He recognized it from the weird face-like collection of knots that had startled him before. "Holy fuck, it's alive." Pulling his adze from his belt, he readied himself for a fight. Funny how he had managed to grab an axe and now he was fighting a living tree. Settling himself into a defensive stance as best as he could, he waited for a moment to take a measure of the thing. Looking for a weak point - maybe the face, maybe the sides - he tried to take stock of what he was up against.
Should he try to fell it like a regular tree? He had no experience doing so but the theory of it wasn't hard to grasp. Perhaps he should just try to scare it off. The glowering, lumbering presence moved forward and he had the distinct impression that this thing wouldn't simply run off after a couple hits.
Chopping it down it is, then.
He raised the axe with both hands and swung it in a hard arc at the pretend-tree.
lyrics from I Am One by Asking Alexandria
Curt attacks Trevenant with Adze [axe]
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Block -- 0.0 damage
Accuracy
axe
Shallow Cut on Cheek -- 3.5 damage