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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 12:31:58 GMT -5
Like a predator, really. As Abby backs into the underbrush, she feels her feet losing grip with the ground. There is a hole in the thick growth, possibly a sinkhole, possibly animal created, possibly manmade. She sees a manlike shape dart between trees about forty yards in front of her. The canopy keeps the light low except over the pool, which is brightly lit with the midday sun. The blue waters seem oddly threatening now, having revealed her presence to anything around.
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Sept 22, 2016 13:06:14 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 22, 2016 13:06:14 GMT -5
Rowan feeds it the last few scraps and makes cooing sounds. Rowan sighs at Abigail freaking. 'Does yeh want to come with and ahs can see about getting yeh some freah meat? Mebbie some fish? Ah had better go see whats happened to teh little bint.' Rowan takes a few steps then looks back to see if the dragons following or not.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 22, 2016 13:26:45 GMT -5
Abi almost yelped when she felt herself begin to sink into a hole but she just about manages to keep quiet. She desperately grabs for something to hold on to, like a vine, so that she won't go under in the potential sinkhole or whatever it was she had slipped into.
And then she saw the shape, watched as it darted between the trees. "What the hells are you...?" She whispered to herself, praying to the Seven that the thing hadn't spotted her.
(OOC: Rowan, I think I'm at least a mile away from you so probably too far for you to hear me splash into the water.)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 13:27:05 GMT -5
The other wyverns begin snapping at them. Their teeth are sharp and their tongues are rough like sharkskin. A lash of the pinkish tongue draws a bit of blood. The wyverns seem to want a lot of meat. A lot. Of meat.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 13:29:04 GMT -5
Abi almost yelped when she felt herself begin to sink into a hole but she just about manages to keep quiet. She desperately grabs for something to hold on to, like a vine, so that she won't go under in the potential sinkhole or whatever it was she had slipped into. And then she saw the shape, watched as it darted between the trees. "What the hells are you...?" She whispered to herself, praying to the Seven that the thing hadn't spotted her. (OOC: Rowan, I think I'm at least a mile away from you so probably too far for you to hear me splash into the water.) She is able to keep out of the hole, which feels more and more like a tunnel as her foot kicks about. For long moments silence reigns, save the monkeys and mosquitoes. A bug crawls up her back and into her hair, and Abby sees the man-shape flash again, twenty yards away now, hiding behind brush and taking advantage of the near total darkness. She hears a strange whispering sound, maybe a chant of some sort. The words aren't legible but it causes a palpable sense of dread, like a universal language of something wicked.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 22, 2016 13:36:17 GMT -5
The hairs on the back of Abi's neck stand on end when she hears the sound and she barely holds on to the ground as she watches the strange creature creeping through the trees. She knew instantly that whatever it was it would kill her the instant it found her and so evading it became her only option. The bug didn't even register.
With a gulp, Abigail decides that this tunnel is perhaps her best option. She begins to let go of the ground and slowly slides down into the hole.
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Sept 22, 2016 13:39:02 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 22, 2016 13:39:02 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head and chuckles trying to pet a few. 'Fishes then?' Rowan then goes about trying to catch the lizards a pile of fish.
30 survival
'Ah will have to beh going soon yeh know.. little girls dun last long in the woods.'
(Ahh.. altered previous to reflect that)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 14:06:16 GMT -5
As Abigail slides into the tunnel, she slides about five feet back until she is completely inside the dark hole. Wet mud clings to her body and she feels a chill despite the siflingly humid heat. Her foot backs into something stone, and she feels that she has come to a sort of T-intersection. Ahead of her she swears she feels the movement of the creature moving towards her. She hears a tapping sound, like a rock on wood, a steady cadence outside, like a challenge being issued, or a taunt.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 14:07:13 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head and chuckles trying to pet a few. 'Fishes then?' Rowan then goes about trying to catch the lizards a pile of fish. 30 survival 'Ah will have to beh going soon yeh know.. little girls dun last long in the woods.' (Ahh.. altered previous to reflect that) One of the wyverns bites their hand as they go to pet it. These are clearly quite wild creatures, and now they are nipping harder at Rowan, seeking blood. At this rate hermaphrodites will last less time in the woods than little girls. -5 to rolls.
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Sept 22, 2016 14:12:37 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 22, 2016 14:12:37 GMT -5
Rowan glares at the lizards while drawing a pair of scavenged axes. 'If yeh want fish.. then yehs waits or weh could go hunt that dammed giant beast.. lots of meat there.. or... if yeh want meh then ahs bash yehs heads.. which is et?'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 22, 2016 14:49:45 GMT -5
As Abigail slides into the tunnel, she slides about five feet back until she is completely inside the dark hole. Wet mud clings to her body and she feels a chill despite the siflingly humid heat. Her foot backs into something stone, and she feels that she has come to a sort of T-intersection. Ahead of her she swears she feels the movement of the creature moving towards her. She hears a tapping sound, like a rock on wood, a steady cadence outside, like a challenge being issued, or a taunt. Abigail flinched when she heard the sound, not able to comprehend what it could possibly be. She turned and began to crawl down the other tunnel, away from the sound and the sensation of the creature. Once she would have balked at such a task, surrounded by sticky cold mud, her clothes ruined and her hair a clumpy mess. But this was about survival and the spoiled and uppity part of Abi had seemingly been killed off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 15:06:10 GMT -5
Regrettably, the reptiles don't speak Westerosi, and they do not seem to comprehend what an axe is. The ten of them start to gather about Rowan, hissing sibilantly and snapping their teeth. Individually they would be easy to kill, but ten of them can probably bring them down in just a few seconds.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 15:19:30 GMT -5
As Abigail slides into the tunnel, she slides about five feet back until she is completely inside the dark hole. Wet mud clings to her body and she feels a chill despite the siflingly humid heat. Her foot backs into something stone, and she feels that she has come to a sort of T-intersection. Ahead of her she swears she feels the movement of the creature moving towards her. She hears a tapping sound, like a rock on wood, a steady cadence outside, like a challenge being issued, or a taunt. Abigail flinched when she heard the sound, not able to comprehend what it could possibly be. She turned and began to crawl down the other tunnel, away from the sound and the sensation of the creature. Once she would have balked at such a task, surrounded by sticky cold mud, her clothes ruined and her hair a clumpy mess. But this was about survival and the spoiled and uppity part of Abi had seemingly been killed off. Abby backs down the tunnel face first, blind now in the wet darkness. Mud is everywhere, and shit from the animals that make these warrens their home. As she scampers she hears noting over the sound of her own breathing, until the tunnel widens a bit, and she feels the air turn cooler and she hears rushing water, an underground river ahead of her, some sort of cold stone statue at her fingertips. Behind her she swears she hears something crawling slowly, or perhaps it's just her overactive imagination. What she does not imagine is the faint light from the tunnel entrance vanishing as something plugs the entrance she had come in from, whether log or stone or body.
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Sept 22, 2016 15:21:10 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 22, 2016 15:21:10 GMT -5
Rowan backs away. Heading for something that might bring them some breathing room to pick the lizards off and so they don't get flanked and overwhelmed.
One handed axes 75
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 15:28:50 GMT -5
Rowan is already flanked, and will have to run to the shelter to have a chance at a truly secure area. The Wyler she aren't truly predators, more scavengers, but the decent of their blood has their appetites up and two lunge...
Rowan: 129 Waver: 99 Wyvern: 128
Rowan smacks one reptile with their axe and narrowly dodge being bit by the other. Two of the other ones attack their wounded brethren, being driven by hunger and instinct rather than racial comradely.
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