Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 24, 2020 14:26:37 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Oct 24, 2020 14:26:37 GMT -5

Jingle

Snow.

Its cold compress crunches beneath his hammering hooves. A winter's breath brambles across his mighty coat and causes the elaborate ornamentation of his head to shudder and sway. This world of white is his domain for which he wears the true crown. Every animal and every beast that barrels through the barriers of the barren knows that he is King of the season. Today he brings his son to the summit, the apex of their ascension. He must see the world for which he will reign over. He must prove himself a worthy heir by brandishing his horns with the blood of the invaders. Their scent is what he finds first, what comes next is cacophony.

Jingle attacks Iris O'Nyle || Horns {Knife}
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{Deep Gash on Right Bicep -- 8.0 damage}

Jingle: 0/30

Bell

Father follows the flow of the fight along the back of the ice spirits tendrils. He is so accustom to this land, to the snow that surrounds the souls of this space. Along our journey every set of eyes trails us knowing where we are heading. King and Prince, Stag and Child. Should scarlet stain the sacred snows of this spiritual home then must it be that of those who have come from below. Father finds them first and I follow in his hoove-steps, for in the world of white what other option is there than to bring color into its life.

Bell attacks Charlotte Smith || Horns {Knife}
knife
{Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage}

Bell: 0/30

Carol

She sails through the sky amid snow and spirits. Below the immortal world of white stares back at her, a reminder of her eternal simplicity. Soft in a sweet symphony she sings her carol through the shivering storm. She is as though a cloud dancing along the edge of winter. Yet, her merriment soon settles into distress. The sculpted structure that has served as her home, her nest, has been laid open to strangers. Such a sight is enough to turn any song sour as she screams forth a terrible note and crashes from her heights.

Carol attacks Vervain Ward || Claws {Knife}
knife
{Block -- 0.0 damage}*

*If attack lands, Vervain must roll a 1-2 dice for frostbite damage. 1 = +1 Frostbite, 2 = No Damage

Carol: 0/25

knife·knife·knife

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 25, 2020 4:08:48 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Oct 25, 2020 4:08:48 GMT -5

vervain
ward

Sleep has oddly become more peaceful in the Arena. Vervain would have thought it to be fitful, or full of nightmares, but she slept easily, soundly, beside her newfound friend, Ghost. She can trust that for now, none of her allies will kill her in her sleep. They need each other for the time being, and she feels safe with all the wolves around. If someone tried to kill them, the wolves would alert them.

She spends the morning tending to her wounds from the Bloodbath, changing her bandages to ensure that the cuts stay clean. Dying from infection sounds slow and excruciating. If Vervain does die, she would like to avoid a slow death.

She is used to pain. Vervain has hurt herself more times than she can count while working at the mechanic shop. She's brought a hammer down on her finger before, which caused a swollen bruise and a black nail. Vervain is used to pain, yes, but she doesn't want to die in agony. She just wants death to be quick when it comes, just a second and then she's gone. It would be a horrible way to go, to die bleeding out in the snow waiting for the end to finally come.

Within a few hours of sunlight, Vervain and the others are approached by a group of muttations. She doubts they will be friendly like the wolves. Vervain doesn't hesitate to pull an axe from the bag slung over her shoulder, which contains more throwing axes.

"Peace and quiet never lasts long here, does it?" she remarks. There were no faces in the sky today, no canons that fired. The Capitol is thirsting for blood, and Vervain figures that they sent the mutts to deliver.

Two of them are reindeer with sharp prongs, and the third mutt is a creature unlike any Vervain has ever seen or heard of. It would be beautiful if it wasn't trying to kill her — it swoops down and tries to scratch her with its claws, but Vervain ducks out of the way.

She looks up, squinting at the bird-like mutt, and throws one of her axes into the sky.

[vervain attacks carol; throwing axe]
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[10049 -- Deflected -- 0 damage]

[accuracy reroll]
throwing axe
[10095 -- Deflected -- 0 damage]

throwing axe·throwing axe

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 26, 2020 2:29:47 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on Oct 26, 2020 2:29:47 GMT -5

mona
wyatt

The morning came, but it was hard to even tell the difference between when the sun was shining and it wasn’t. When the moon shone, it was just as bright. It beamed, reflecting across the fields of white where she and the others had claimed their domain. It looked like a million diamonds glittering until the edge of the horizon. It was stunning, really. But when the sun had rose, it hadn’t really made itself known. It remained stifled and hidden behind a thick layer of winter clouds, leaving the sky gray and the air around them thick with moisture as more snow began to fall. It was just as dark, or as bright, as night had been and she didn’t like that, not one bit.

Mona was used to just as much, sure. They had horrible winters in Twelve. She knows cold, knows what its like to shiver down to the bone. But there was always sun at least. Maybe a day or two would pass with a gloomy sky, but then the sun would appear and with him he’d bring relief and warmth. A reprieve before the next harsh snowfall. Here it felt different. More overbearing and ominous than any January day at home. She enjoyed the sun, but the moon was her first love and the darkness she provided was her first mistress. Still, it felt unnatural to be waking up unsure if it was morning.

The snow didn’t fall happily to the forest floor like at home, either. Perhaps it was because it wasn’t falling into piles for children to play in or mold into snowmen, for joy or laughter or fun. It was falling onto a battlefield. And it did so with dread, like it knew before it ever even touched the ground that it would, at one point or another, moment or another look death in the face. Like it understood beforehand the horrors it would come to one day witness. Somber and sullen, it settled around Mona where she laid curled up with Shadow, coating the both of them in snowflakes before it caused a chill to run down her spine. She stirred then, with a shiver and a burrowing of her face into soft, damp fur.

She yearned for a hot shower. To sit in the center of her clawfoot tub and huddle in the fetal position under the pouring water for a good thirty minutes before coming back up for air. She wanted to burn everything about yesterday away, wash it off her skin like it never happened. But she knew it was a foolish thought. As if the little scrap—if you could even call it that—would be the worst thing to happen while she was in here. Instead she settled for a walk of the perimeter with Shadow by her side, stopping every so often to let her sniff out something interesting a few feet away. She felt confident they were clear, trusting the nose of a wolf far more than any senses she had in this foreign landscape.

“I think we’re safe for now,” she called out over her shoulder, smiling down at Shadow as she padded back toward Mona after sniffing out a rather interesting bush a few feet out. She pat Shadow twice atop the head before turning on her heel to head back toward the girls, wondering if they were up yet. “Are you guys hungry?” She asked, voice raised in hopes they could hear her. She’d been up for a while and wasn’t quiet about it. There was no way they were still asleep, right? “We should pack and get ready to lea—” But as she rounded a large branchless and ice-covered tree, she saw exactly why none of them had answered her.

Two massive horned beasts stood before Iris and Charlie. One was a bit smaller than the other, but had the same color fur. A mother and her baby maybe? Mona couldn’t be sure; she’d never seen something quite as large as this. It looked like a deer but its antlers were decorated, much like the sled she’d found the day prior. To which she immediately attached two sets of twinkle lights. “What the fuck is that?” She stammered, but reached for her blade all the same. It was her own fault she’d placed so much distance between herself and the group, but she had thought a walk would clear her head not alienate her from the girls while they were pounced on.

One of the deer dug its horns into Iris and Mona flinched as she tried to get closer, eyes widening at the amount of force behind one animal. Shit. She had spent so much time preparing to take a life, twenty-three of them to be exact, but she failed to prepare for coming up against perfectly designed beasts by the Capitol. She should have known better. The other took a swipe at Charlie, but she managed to dodge most of the blow and Mona’s chest swelled with pride as she approached.

All three of them sprung into action immediately and without hesitation, weapons at the ready. They would fight today, yes. But they were gladiators.

They would win.

[ mona attacks jingle • sword ]

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sword

[ dg on right calf -- 8.0 damage +1 mutt tamer, +1 blades ]

sword·sword

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 26, 2020 14:51:48 GMT -5

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Post by lance on Oct 26, 2020 14:51:48 GMT -5

iris
o'nyle

Sleep came fitfully in the night. Years of resting in relative comfort followed by two straight weeks of resting in extravagant comfort had done little to prepare you for the chill that came with sleeping outside in a snowbound land. The Cornucopia, for all of its shelter, did little to keep her warm; and even the mounds of winter clothing you had found could only do so much in the realm of usefulness.

But the wolf-dog-mutt-thing, sensing your discomfort after one period of waking up, had cuddled in with you, adding his warmth to your own. And even though internally you had rolled your eyes at the action, secretly, you were grateful (almost) for the care.

You decided right then and there to name the mutt Ike, after the dumbass cousin that this beast strangely had a lot in common with. Even if the majority of that was the dumbass earnestness that controlled its every action.

Morning comes, and you enjoy your quiet in the base of the Cornucopia. Staying here overnight, while everyone else scattered to the edges of the arena like the rats they were, had proven to be a good idea - you got some relative shelter, got to enjoy your peace and quiet-

But of course, like all good things, it could not last. For if tributes wouldn't come to either scavenge what was left behind from the Cornucopia or try and uproot them from their shelter, then the Gamemakers would intervene.

"Peace and quiet never lasts long here, does it?" Vervain asks aloud, almost rhetorically, and as you stand up and stretch, you can't help but snort.

"Seems so," you respond, a half grin on your face as you stare down today's assortment of beasts. For if Ike was a mutt, these were actually mutts - and for those, you had precious little time. Killing them wouldn't advance your standing in the Games or make it anywhere closer to home. You had everything to lose and nothing to gain, so why even bother?

One of the mutts - the one that looks a little like an herbivorous animal save for its horns - seems to hear your thoughts, for the next thing you know it's lowered its head and charged.

Directly.

Towards.

You.

Eyes widen, and you move to dodge, but you do not have a warrior's reflexes, and pain blossoms your body in a white-hot brand as the beast connects with your arm, tearing through cloth and skin alike. You do not scream - you are far too composed for that - but you cannot stop the gasp of pain from escaping your lungs as you turn towards the beast.

How dare it lay metaphorical hands on your person.

A spark of anger floods through you as you pick up one of your gathered spears, grateful for the first time that you'd hoarded so many. Trying to fight hand to hand against this beast was suicidal, but when you had the ranged advantage-

But as you ready to throw, Mona comes out of nowhere, dragging her icebound sword against one of the beast's legs. And for the second time in as many minutes, a prickle of annoyance travels down your spine - because you don't need her help, you were perfectly capable of fighting this beast on your own - before shame just as quickly replaces it.

Here, turning down help is a fool's errand. And you've seen a great many tributes killed by their own pride as much as outside forces, and you vow not to join them. Especially when holding onto such pride would alienate you from your own allies.

So you give a nod of acknowledgement towards the warrior from Twelve, hoping that conveys your gratitude enough. And once there is enough distance between her and the beast to make the chances of you accidentally spearing her with your thrown weapon slim to none, you take a deep breath, aim, and throw.

The first of many shots to be fired in this game of attrition, but far from the last.

iris attacks jingle; javelin

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15103 -- SHALLOW CUT ON FOREARM -- 3.0 damage

javelin

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 26, 2020 17:23:33 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 26, 2020 17:23:33 GMT -5

charlie
smith

Calmness coasts them through the shaded morning in an oddly familiar, cozy, and even comforting manner. Chatter is to a minimum, alertness amongst them all, while tensions aren’t high as one would expect. Raised in a house with too many younger siblings to count, she didn’t mind the stillness of it all - though of course it doesn’t remain that way long at least for herself. After just a simple stroll around their ice castle of a camp to hunt for any potential approachers, she returns to her stuff in disarray from her sled… searched through by none other than her new four legged friend.

A soft growl immediately creeps from the Blonde’s throat. “Knew I gave you your name for a reason.” She vents with her eyes shooting daggers, and she immediately begins organizing everything once more. “I told you I’d share any game I got with you! Thinking I’m a liar?” She shots the golden wolf another dirty look, while the guilty expression that returns to her only makes her tone drop instantly. “It’s okay, lil’ Shit.” Is reassured as she continues back on cleaning up her mess.

Only takes a few minutes to throw the mess on top of her sled for it to just be a new mess on something, unlike the somewhat organized fashion it held before - a task for a later time surely. And with one chore pretty much accomplished, she lounges amongst her untidy belongings. Only takes a few seconds after that for lil Shit’s large snout to nudge at her shoulder, craving for the play that probably caused this mess in the first place. Amongst the pile of firewood Charlie’s using as a headrest, she manages a stick to throw for her four-legged friend.

Like the hunter she naturally is, lil’ Shit is running off - until she’s not, but rather crouched down into the snow and growling into the white abyss. Before Charlie’s even able to fully register, horns are shoving her off her sled leaving a decent slice on her arm in its wake. She stumbles for a second in the snow, before finally absorbing all going on. A teenage-thing deer mutt wanted to say hi to her, while it’s parent is welcoming Iris to the neighborhood; and of course there’s a flying capitol pet to going after Vervain.

Absolutely none of the wolves spring to protect, perhaps unwilling to, or maybe even wired in their programing to not harm fellow Capitol creations. But these female Tributes, however, do not hesitate in slaughtering the threats before them. Immediately weapons are drawn from everyone, while an unspoken strategy weaves through them all to separate and conquer - protect.

With the very horns weaponized against her, she pushes herself back up to her feet with them. “I’ll come back to you later, no offense but your Dad and that bird-thing are both more of a threat then you are.” And truly she didn’t mean any offense, she knew it couldn’t understand her… and if it can - she hopes she offends it entirely.

Solely the father deer had managed a decent hiccup upon one of them. But with Vervain assisting Iris in that vendetta, Charlie transfer her ability to the flying mutation who has yet to show its full potential - though appears to have a bite to it. And with an axe a bit too petite for her taste, she goes to bite the flying-thing first.

{Using a throwing Axe as a normal Axe <3}

{Charlie attacks Carol ~ Axe}
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{11127 -- Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage
(Axe)}axe

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 27, 2020 13:39:09 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Oct 27, 2020 13:39:09 GMT -5

Jingle

Scarlet stains the snow in streams of steaming slaughter. Pain pulses from his leg, but the King does not bow to any other being. Beneath his frock of fur he has acclaimed a treasury of terrible scars, scorns of fallen usurpers. Now his son must see how security of the frozen must arise above all else. Even should he face the bitter bite of death's demise, let the dawn of his son's reign ring out like the Bell for which he was named. Jingle draws one hoof through the snow as if challenging his opponents. Let them know he is coming. Let them face the cruel kiss of his crown.

Jingle attacks Mona Wyatt || Horns {Knife}
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{Severed Thumb on Left Hand -- 8.5 damage}

Jingle: 12/30

Bell

Fierce fighting flourishes in the fires Father forces. For a land so lost in desolate beauty, so much horror hangs heavy in the air. Is this the crown that Father carries? The younger Bell breaks into a soft snort as he watches his Father's blood blister beneath the snow. Metal merges with ice and the scent is something sickening to any being. Why should Bell stay safe while his Father bleeds? Is such the price of being the prized prince? He charges.

Bell attacks Charlotte Smith || Horns {Knife}
knife
{Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage}

Bell: 0/30

Carol

She screams a note almost melodic, but mangled by madness. Why should such a swift attack swung from the heights of the sky find nothing by the air for which she controls? The invaders to her home have proven more than mere mice. Carol can feel the frost from which she was born burgeoning beneath her beak. She cannot miss again or risk the end of her era. She shall not let her sky shatter for such a sorrowful scene.

Carol attacks Vervain Ward || Claws {Knife}
knife
{Shallow Cut on Left Bicep -- 3.5 damage}*

*No Frostbite roll this round

Carol: 4/25

knife·knife·knife

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 28, 2020 13:22:23 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Oct 28, 2020 13:22:23 GMT -5

vervain
ward

Her axe misses the creature by a hair, its steel blade glinting in the sky as it comes down and buries itself in the snow. As Vervain reaches for another axe, the mutt swoops down again and rakes its claws across her arm, ripping the sleeve of her jacket sending blood spattering across the frost beneath her feet.

She lets out a grunt, but in the midst of the fighting, has no time to fully asses how bad the wound is. It doesn't feel that bad for the time being, but the pain might be lessened by adrenaline.

Vervain tries to use pain as something to fuel her, not shut her down. If she doesn't at least try to keep fighting, she will certainly die.

And she's not ready for oblivion yet. In the Bloodbath, it felt like she and her allies were reaching for the sun — but they didn't get burned. Their victory, while it could be a fluke, could mean something. Maybe there is more than a sliver of a chance that she will survive this.

"Looks like we should probably do some more target practice, Mona," Vervain says to her ally as she throws another axe into the sky. Mona was the one who taught her how to use ranged weapons in the Training Center. Vervain, although handy with a toolbox and a brilliant engineer, has no prior experience with weapons or fighting. Her best chance at survival has always been reliance on her allies and her intellect. "I still suck at this."

[vervain attacks carol; throwing axe]
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[10040 -- Miss -- 0 damage]

throwing axe

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 28, 2020 18:30:39 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on Oct 28, 2020 18:30:39 GMT -5

mona
wyatt

It had caught her off guard, the weight behind the deer's pounce. His horns were sharp, jagged and easily used to slice away at unsuspecting prey. Mona won't make that mistake again. She should have known better than to underestimate anything they came across in here. They wanted a show after all, and she knew somewhere in Panem someone was watching. Was Jamie? Had he seen her fumble? She'd gotten too close and assumed with one plunge of her new sword, the beast would fall. Instead he'd swiped back at Mona after all she'd managed to do was nick his leg and sliced off her left thumb as a result.

Mona hoped he wasn't watching.

She knew there would be pain, excruciating pain, but right now all she felt was her heart rattling against her rib cage. All she could hear was blood rushing to her ears. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and numbed her senses. It was kill or be killed. She'd always known that. But they'd gotten confident and comfortable. One more mistake and it could be her head that goes rolling across the snow, not just a finger.

Looks like we should probably do some more target practice, Mona, I still suck at this.

Mona doesn't really hear the words at first, but the faint echoing sound pulled her attention nonetheless. Pushing herself back up to her feet, she tried to offer Vervain a reassuring smile. She tried to still the shaking of her arms and the croaking of her voice as she disengaged from the deer and hesitantly made her way toward the ghostly creature hovering by her ally.

"You're doing better than I expected," she joked, trying to keep her cool. The truth was she was scared, bleeding, and just wanted to go home. There was no glory to find here, only pain. And Mona had suffered enough for three lifetimes already. Why had her gods forsaken her once more? She pushed the thought aside but the loneliness carved an ache in her chest. She tried to fill it with another glance at Vervain. "You could barely hold an axe when I first met you," she couldn't help but laugh, recalling the amount of times she'd instructed Vervain to throw her axe at the target and instead it flew behind her.

"Let me take a swing."

[ mona attacks carol • sword ]

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[ sc on right shoulder -- 3.5 damage ]

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 28, 2020 22:57:51 GMT -5

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Post by lance on Oct 28, 2020 22:57:51 GMT -5

iris
o'nyle

But perhaps there was a drawback to accepting help in the midst of battle, for where Mona had dealt a blow to the beast that had torn into your arm, the beast turned its attention on her instead. Another swing of the beast's horns, and suddenly a spray of blood - Mona's blood - was spraying the snow in a crimson, steaming fountain.

Now, you did not have a weak stomach. You'd seen boys and girls beat each other to within inches of their lives, and it did not take a velvet fist to manipulate things to quite the extent that you did. But seeing a girl that had leaped into battle to protect you get not only struck back, but maimed as well?

That could have been you. That could have been you.

You blink, shaking yourself out of your stupor. Existential crises could wait until after the beasts were driven off from your territory.

Your first spear had barely scraped the beast's hide. Expected, to be fair, but still disappointing. You'd need to step up your contribution, or otherwise your allies could get scratched up further - beaten similarly to within an inch of their lives, and all before ever meeting another tribute.

More importantly, they could beat you within an inch of your life, all before meeting another tribute.

That was unacceptable.

So you readied your second projectile, aimed at the offending beast, and threw.

iris attacks jingle; javelin

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 28, 2020 23:42:24 GMT -5

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Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Oct 28, 2020 23:42:24 GMT -5

charlie
smith

The brunt of her weapon, an axe still a bit too small but still manageable, knocks into the chest of the icy bird - throwing it off to spin through the air until it returns to its bearings, pretty much unscathed by Charlie’s blow. A welt boils upon the missing feathers where her axe had hit, yet it appears still unbothered by it; purely screaming in annoyance as it glides through the sky. None of them seem affected by the Tributes attempt to slaughter them whole or at least scare them off, typical numbed Capitol creations. And with one thing, and one thing only, on their minds, they all attack once more.

With the Blonde’s attention upon the larger threats, there’s little warning of the miniature deer that scrapes its horns down her back. “You Lil’!..” Charlie cuts herself off from her lecture, not wanting to confuse her wolf by using it’s name - it might think she calls all four-legged creatures lil Shit, which could greatly offend her. A growl does pierce from her lips as she tries to swallow back the minor pain. There’s still worse threats about, even if there’s an ankle bitter scratching at her back.

She returns her focus to the others, witnessing Vervain and Mona doubling on the flying snow-thing - while Iris destroys Charlie’s ankle bitter’s Father with a single hit. A chuckle seeps across her tongue, before she sucks on her bottom lip in debate. Her vision grazes back over to the tiny deer in wonder if he’d scatter off now that he’s fatherless. Guess she’s left with the newly orphaned though, who needs to be taken out of his misery anyways without a parent to care for him.

“Looks like it’s just you and me now, lil’ Prince.” She provides him with his own name, marking his father as the lion of the Arena - even if he did go out a little too easily. And with slim hesitation, she tests her grip on her petite axe before aiming it at the petite deer. “Sorry you had to watch your Father die.” An apology combs through the air. All Fathers must die eventually however, and unfortunately this time his son has to shortly follow. She swings.

{Charlie attacks Bell ~ Axe}
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{11059 -- Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage
(Axe) +1 Strength, +1 Mutt-taming}axe

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 29, 2020 12:11:24 GMT -5

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Post by Arrows on Oct 29, 2020 12:11:24 GMT -5

Jingle

Jingle: Super Fucking Dead/30

Bell

Father always taught him that life happens in instants. The sun suddenly spurs light across the flakes of frost, the first sounds of a newborn fawn floats forth from the den, and apparently a spear stabs straight into the chest of the one being Bell has loved most in his life. His Father falls into a scarlet spiral of sorrow without even a single sound. The only noise that beckons forth from the fight is that of Bell's whine as he rushes to he Father's side. However, no amount of nudging or willing brings back the head strong enough to carry the cruel crown Bell now feels falling onto his head. Instead there is a human's voice, seemingly gentle, followed by a powerful sting. Bell breathes out in a cry of pain and pushes away from his Father's corpse. Is this pain that he feels the point of the King? If it is, Bell doesn't want it.

Bell attacks Iris O'Nyle || Horns {Knife}
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{Block -- 0.0 damage}

Bell: 11/30

Carol

One of the large bodied deer crumples to the snow while its child cries and cranes above its corpse. Carol sings a soft song of sorrow in mourning for the lost, but her focus must find itself on her own fight. Her enemies barely bleed and she finds herself more and more arisen with anger. She must settle this skirmish before she joins the deerly departed.

Carol attacks Mona Wyatt || Claws {Knife}
knife
{Deep Gash on Neck -- 10.0 damage}*

*If attack lands, Vervain must roll a 1-2 dice for frostbite damage. 1 = +1 Frostbite, 2 = No Damage

Carol: 7.5/25

knife·knife

Last Edit: Oct 29, 2020 12:12:18 GMT -5 by Arrows

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 30, 2020 10:58:03 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Oct 30, 2020 10:58:03 GMT -5

fillering bc I am at work
- to Mona with a small smile: “I suppose that’s a fair point.”
- oh shit iris insta’d
- oop Mona gets hit hard and vervain be like :0

[vervain attacks carol; throwing axe]
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[10012 -- Deep Gash on Hand -- 8 damage +2 target practice & mutt taming]

throwing axe

Last Edit: Oct 30, 2020 10:59:57 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 30, 2020 13:17:24 GMT -5

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Post by sidney on Oct 30, 2020 13:17:24 GMT -5

ok i’m also fillering cuz i’m at work :/

vervain: 🤷‍♀️
mona: 😍
then that bitch carol took a swipe at her so she’s 👿

also ow that hurt

[ mona attacks carol • sword ]

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[ dg on left thigh -- 8.0 damage +1 mutt tamer, +1 blades ]

sword

Last Edit: Oct 30, 2020 13:20:01 GMT -5 by sidney

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Deerly Departed {LGL vs. Mutts} <> Day Two Oct 30, 2020 13:29:50 GMT -5

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Post by lance on Oct 30, 2020 13:29:50 GMT -5

iris
o'nyle

hopping on that filler train bc it's friday and we need to nyoom!

- kills the mutt, is like oh
- sees the other mutt trynna attack her, blocks it with another spear, bitchuthought.jpg
- backs up, yeets her third spear at this new offending mutt bc w0w r00d

iris attacks bell; javelin

WO_SSua1|Zjavelin

15182 -- SHALLOW CUT ON FOREARM -- 3.0 damage

javelin

Last Edit: Oct 30, 2020 13:30:44 GMT -5 by lance

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