Sheep Tight // [Sheepish vs. Estelle Day Two]

What the hell was this place?

Estelle had been walking for what seemed like miles, carefully avoiding places she thought the others would go. She watched the vibrant expanse of emerald bleed into a field of dead, straw-like grass. This place felt so different from the rest, it suck out like a sore thumb but still somehow blended with everything else. It was almost an echo of herself, a girl who looks no different from the rest but her name and the deep-rooted legacy it holds within its syllables is enough to make heads turn.

She hates that—she hates the way people expect her to be something and she hates the way they expect her to be someone like Salome or Iago. But she wasn't them. Take away her last name and she's just....Estelle and nothing special about her. 

There was something up ahead that peeked out through the forest of limbless trees. Estelle couldn't make out what it was from where she was standing, but she had to get closer. She had no water and barely any food to last her a few days, there had to be something in there she could use. Estelle picked up the pace, the grass crunched loudly underneath the weight of her feet but at this point she hasn't heard or seen anyone near her.

Whatever it was, Estelle could tell no one had been in it in a long time. The bright red paint that once coated it's walls had now almost entirely eroded. Parts of the walls had caved in on itself. All of the windows were busted open and shards of glass buried underneath layers of dust still lined the edges. She cautiously stepped closer to the abandoned shack, praying that whatever did this was long gone.

It was only a second before a weird and resounding grumble came from her left. Estelle whipped her head to the sound but it was too late. Bounding toward her was a blur of orange and white and before she had time to react, she was knocked off her feet.  A searing pain coursed through her body as she tried to kick off the ground. The skin around her shoulder skin was ripped open and blood spilled down her arm. Estelle heard the grumble again and didn't take any chances, she swung her spear with everything she had in her.

estelle attacks sam the sheepish ☼ fire poker [ spear ]

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[ 3018 -- Shallow Cut on Chest -- 4.0 damage
(Spear) ]

Estelle wanted to curl up on the ground with her knees pulled tightly to her chest, she wanted let out all of the emotions that have pooled in her mind, and she wanted to scream in frustration and rip out her own hair because maybe the pain would make her forget about her problems, even for just a second.

At this moment, all Estelle wanted to do was die.

Death had never looked so inviting.

But she couldn't. She couldn't bring herself to let this fucking beast knock her to her knees. Estelle had promised too many people she wouldn't give up. She'd promised Luna and Cat and most of all she had promised herself. I won't give up, no matter who or what stands in my way. Estelle didn't know then that her biggest opponent would be herself.

She spits out the clot of blood that pooled in her mouth, standing tall facing the beast that started to kick up dirt into the air as it got ready to charge her again. Every part of her wanted to collapse, but she wouldn't let herself. Estelle held her spear tightly in her grip, her face steel and unmoving.

"Leave me alone," her chest heaved with each syllable and her voice was broken. But she wasn't.

Not yet.

estelle attacks sam the sheepish ☼ fire poker [ spear ]

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[ 3057 -- Shallow Cut on Forehead -- 4.5 damage
(Spear) ]

And she screamed.

It was a savage and bloodcurdling scream that crept from the depths of her throat. One second her finger was there, tightly gripping onto the pole of her weapon, and the next it wasn't. Then there was red. Crimson sprayed like a fountain where her finger once was. It was gone. If adrenaline wasn't pumping through her veins she might've fainted right there.

Estelle couldn't do that though, she couldn't let herself just fall over. She had fought for this long, her blood had stained the ground and she would die before she let her spear hit the ground. She was scared and terrified and all of these emotions rushed to her head, but she was strong. She repeated that in her head over and over again because it gave her hope that she actually was.

So when the beast charged at her again, Estelle prayed it would be the last time.

estelle attacks sam the sheepish ☼ fire poker [ spear ]

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[ miss ]


accuracy ☼ day two

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[ 3126 -- Shallow Cut on Back -- 4.0 damage
(Spear) ]

The thundering sound of her heartbeat thrashing against her rib-cage drowns out the thoughts that echo throughout her mind. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath she takes. I should leave, she thought as she laid almost lifeless on the ground, her khakis' drenched in her blood and her skin savagely ripped open by the serrated teeth of this beast.

Estelle's body was numb at this point, the crimson that slowly trickled down her arm became a jolt of electric prickling against her skin. She was as pale as ivory and sweat clung gravely to her skin.

She was dying, and though her body was numb she could feel everything. She could feel each tear of her skin ripping her open, exposing her flesh for the amusement of those watching through their technicolor screens. And she began to cry. Estelle could taste the salt on her cheeks. She was never ready to die, and though her own death had plagued her dreams for weeks, it was a reality she wasn't quite primed to face.

She slowly staggered to her feet, desperately trying to retrieve her footing. Her arms threatened to snap like a twig underneath her weight. Breathe in and breath out, Estelle whispered to herself as she tried to capture her fleeting breath.

Estelle forced herself to stand up straight and look the beast's slit eyes. Her hand was tightly gripped around the shaft of her spear. She lurched forward and thrusted her weapon at the beast.

She was already dead, but she wouldn't let that stop her now.

estelle attacks sam the sheepish ☼ fire poker [ spear ]

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[ 3140 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Spear) ]

quick filler post for now

estelle attacks sam the sheepish ☼ fire poker [ spear ]

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[ 3170 -- Shallow Cut on Right Calf -- 3.5 damage
(Spear) ]