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Post by Vaitris on Oct 4, 2022 16:51:23 GMT -6
[OOC: Kazan takes the scrap of paper then retreats back down the path towards the trees to read it.]
At the sound of a scratchy voice Kazan halted, examining the words for immediate meaning then tossing them aside when he found none. There was no tomb here, at least not that he had yet discovered. And if ‘they’ had moved on then ‘they’ were of no concern to him. His steps resumed.
From out of the grass the mounds slowly revealed themselves, rough and earthen like anthills or termitaries but on a much larger scale than he had ever seen. A scrap of paper stood out in stark contrast against the dark, pitted face of one. It had been shoved into one of hundreds of small holes that dotted the mound and, as Kazan looked on, several brightly colored ants crawled out of several of the others. They were a vivid orange with bloated red mouth parts, a warning if the centaur had ever seen one.
With a soft hiss, he snatched up the scrap of paper then backed away, hearing more than feeling the crush of a few of the insects under his hooves. Kazan turned and retreated back down the path and towards the cover of the trees, tail arched upward so no hair could drag on the ground behind him. With that bird keeping watch over the second half of the trail, this was the only place he could be safe enough to pause and read.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Oct 4, 2022 17:46:25 GMT -6
[OOC: Jedidiah proceeds to chop tree (upper portion if not what he can ). Takes cutting and moves to leave forest area with Bruse. Keeps guard up]
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Post by NightshadeVII on Oct 4, 2022 18:19:14 GMT -6
(OOC: Edge reads the note, then looks through the cookbook for anything on the soup or other useful information. When Kail mentions something missing from the soup, Edge shows him the cookbook. Helps Kail with the animal head puzzle, placing the crow head last.) The Darai paused, looking at the clock, he was hesitant to set it into motion, worried it might be a trap. Instead he turned his attention back to the cookbook, shabby as it was. His heart dropped when he saw another note tucked between the pages. The off-black ink quickly reminded him of the ache in the back of his head from before, his resistance towards reading the note grew. But maybe the information would be useful, maybe it would be disturbing, probably both, either way, he felt he couldn’t risk not knowing the contents of the small paper. What if it hinted at a way out of this mess? Red stained hands slowly picked out the note and he read through it carefully, not wanting to miss any details. Once the note was read, and he had tried to pull himself together again, Edge turned his attention to the cookbook, flicking through it to see if he could find anything on the strange soup, or perhaps some kind of antidote, in case it had adverse affects. Speaking of, in that moment Kail spoke up from where he stood before the animal heads, mentioning that there had been something off about the soup. Edge raised an eyebrow, of course glad that the young man didn’t seem to have been horribly poisoned, but the statement did raise more questions. And it all seemed weirdly convenient too, like someone had wanted them to find the place in this exact state. “Alright”, Edge spoke up, walking up to Kail with the cookbook in hand, “maybe we can find something about what’s missing in this? Think you’d recognize what was missing if you saw it here?” The Darai held the cookbook out to Kail, more relaxed now than when he had read the note. It helped to be distracted, to think of something else and have something more concrete to do. Purple eyes landed on the animal heads and the wall mounts. “I’ll take a look at this in the meantime, yeah?” With that said, Edge fell silent, studying the wall mounts and the strange plaques, mentally drawing out patterns and setups, discarding them when they didn’t add up. An idea formed eventually and the Darai looked back at Kail over his shoulder. “Hey Kail, I think I have an idea, mind giving me a hand?” With the wendigo’s help, the animal heads were soon mounted on the wall, morbid and grotesque as it undoubtedly were. The crow’s head was the last one to be hung up, finishing the strange display.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 4, 2022 18:22:49 GMT -6
[OOC: Kail knocks on the window to try and scare the crow away. Is immensely glad that Edge is smarter than him, and attempts to identity the herb in the cookbook before helping to arrange the heads in the pattern Edge suggests.]
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Post by MP on Oct 4, 2022 21:16:21 GMT -6
[Jed and Bruse]
Dark ichor bleeds from the bark as the axe bites into it, accompanied by a faint smell of damp and rot. It prickles at Bruse's senses like the air of an evil spirit, and a dull ache begins behind Jed's temples. White eyes watch as the axe pulls from the bark with a sucking sound. Again and again it falls, and the tree begins tip. There is a groan, then a soft rush of air as the last splinters give. The tree makes no sound as it falls. Only a sigh, a puff of black dust, and nothing more.
The axe is stained with a tarry hue that refuses to come out, no matter how hard one wipes at the blade. Still, Jed retrieves the firewood without further incident. The woodsman actually smiles at the sight.
"That's more like it!" he grunts, holding out a hand for the firewood.
The logs are oozing as he lays them over the fire. The flames sputter, burning with an odd grey edge. Then they leap higher, restored to a cheerful blaze The woodsman hums to himself, poking the cooking meat. It drips with fats, setting the mouth watering.
"That'll keep me going for a good long while." The woodsman nods to himself. At the edge of the clearing, the old woman has turned to stare.
"Here. Hand me back that axe." The woodsman holds out a hand, offering you a burning brand from the fire. Though it has been burning for some moments now, the flame seems extremely slow to consume the wood. It should serve as an excellent torch. "This'll be more use out there."
[Kazan]
As Kazan reads the black scrawl, a dull ache starts behind his eyes.
The bird takes extra care to keep its feathers clean. It was so busy with its dust bath, it didn't even notice me sneaking past. The way it thrashed around in there, I'm betting it was infested with something.
By now, the left path is now alive with lines of red insects, though they seem to be meandering up and down the mounds with no particular urgency. The middle path is free of the insects, but painfully exposed. As Kazan watches, a shadow passes overhead, the wind off its wings kicking up a hissing spray of dust. The right path offers some shelter with its water and tall cattails, but Kazan is unable to see through the gray surface of the water.
Beyond the flat stretch comprising the second half of each path, the great stone waits. The deep, irregular pulse of its power shivers up through Kazan's hooves.
[Edge and Kail]
The cookbook depicts a cluster of thin-leafed herbs with a white spray of flowers at the top. These herbs are apparently known for a sweet, pungent scent that can help disguise the gaminess of wild venison.
The note Edge reads is in the same tarry script, but the words are perfectly legible:
That beast outside will eat anything it can find. The rat I put outside was half decayed, but the beast snatched it up without hesitation. Disgusting, but it gave me time to slip past it.
The crow opens its beak in a short caw, the sound muffled through the glass. But beyond an offended ruffle of feathers, it ignores Kail.
Inside, Edge sets the head of its brethren onto the final plaque. All five heads are now set neatly in place. But as Edge draws his hand away, the crow's head turns. The dark beak snips through Edge's fingers with unnatural force. The Darai feels muscle and bone split. Blood splatters, and something thumps and bounces to the cabin floor. Two severed fingers lie oozing on the floor, and the beak has punctured deep into the flesh between Edge's thumb and forefinger.
The five heads slip from their plaques and thump to the floor. It seems the orientation was incorrect. The heads lie tame and inanimate, awaiting their next placement. The crow's beak is bright with Edge's blood.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Oct 4, 2022 22:04:55 GMT -6
[OOC: Jedidiah hands over firewood, returns the axe and receives torch. He has fire! ]
Jedediah:
He gritted his teeth as the ache ebbed at his temples as he chopped the wood, the smell of rot lurching out of the wood. . . Perhaps the sap was toxic or poisonous arsolized. . . Better not to linger any longer than need.
Thankfully the collection of fire wood and return to the woodsman was uneventful. He did not hesitate to return the axe when he was asked. Remaining pleasant as since the man was kind enough to even lend him his axe and trust him not to book it with his axe. . . .
As well as giving the man some fire wood. . . The light could be what was keeping the woodsman safe, too. . Maybe? He nodded, please what he was able to gather helped the woodsman in the end.
Though an eyebrow raised, he did accept the burning brand. He looked in awe how rather slowly the fire consumed the wood. . . .this was a very cool reaction to him, not to mention useful!
Well, there was alot of things he could do with fire. . . "Thank you, I will use it to the best of my abilities. " he replied happily.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 4, 2022 22:17:49 GMT -6
[OOC: Kail tears a strip of material off his gown and uses it to bandage Edges hand. Puts the heads back in the same order as before, swapping the position of the wolf and bear head, placing the deer head on last]
The flash of triumph Kail had felt upon completing the puzzle disappeared, and he hissed, startled, as the crows beak sheared through tendon and bone to neatly sever two of Edges fingers.
“Jesus! Little fucker got you good.” He commented, tearing a generous strip of material off the hem of his gown as he spoke. His cold fingers wrapped around Edge’s wrist, and he expertly bound the cloth around the stumps with enough pressure that it would eventually stop the flow of blood. He didn’t seem particularly alarmed by the situation, and he gave the Darais shoulder a friendly pat as he drew back.
“Ya good, big guy?” He half smiled, vaguely sympathetic, and it was clear this was the closest thing Edge was going to get in the way of comfort. “We ain’t gonna be able to reattach them out here in the boonies. Can use the stove to cauterise it.”
When Edge had collected himself, he turned back to the puzzle, frustrated. He read the words again, under his breath, and looked down at the assorted heads.
“A deer would have better luck outrunning a bear than a wolf.” He stated, confident in his choice. “We gotta switch those two and I reckon we’ve got it.”
He picked the bear head up none too gently, eyeing its curved fangs as he placed it on the wall. The deer head he placed on last, and he drew back swiftly in the hopes he could avoid the pointed tines of its antlers should the order be wrong.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Oct 5, 2022 17:04:07 GMT -6
(OOC: Edge is in pain.)
Half of a foreign, native curse fell from Edge’s lip as the crow animated and turned its head, the rest of the word reduced to a hushed sound. Pain was quick to follow, starting in his left hand by the open wounds, ripping up through his arm and burying into his shoulder, setting nerves ablaze, shredding muscle. Familiar. Almost within the same breath, Edge began to shake, nervous system kicking into high gear. It started small, tremors at his shoulders and in his hands, but it gradually, mercilessly evolved to full-body trembling, like he was trying to shake the whole experience off him. Old and new pain alike flashed in purple eyes for just a moment, before he squeezed them shut, clutching his hand to his chest. He heard nothing, saw nothing, slipping into a memory before he could even catch himself.
He had no idea how much time had passed when Kail spoke to him, eyes blinking open. The young man held a strip of cloth in his hand and before the Darai could even ask, a cold hand wrapped around his wrist pulling his wounded hand from where he hid it. Working effectively, with practiced movements, Kail quickly bandaged the wound. Edge watched him work quietly, the shaking subsiding. The Darai hissed softly as the other tightened the makeshift bandage. “Thanks Kail, this is a lot better than nothing”, Edge mustered a shaky, grateful smile, “I’ll be fine… just need a moment.”
With that, Edge crouched down for a moment, lightheadedness catching up with him now that the initial shock had been interrupted. His breathing was still shaky, hands trembling in tandem. Urgh, he hated this, with every fiber of his being he hated this. One would think that after everything, he’d be better at dealing with pain like this, but no, it was just as awful as it had been in the past, just as hard for him to shake off. For a moment, all plans of escape was forgotten. He just wanted to be home, in his and Faolan’s living room, with the blonde against him, telling him about his day, while he toyed with his boyfriend’s hair. The world kept at bay by doors and windows. Quiet and safe. The thought seemed ridiculous here, stuck in the middle of a cruel nowhere, but it still settled like a dull yearning within the Darai. Motivation to keep going, if nothing else. There was a soft rustle, like the wind playing with leaves, as Edge’s wing unfurled from his back, massive and midnight black, iridescence hidden in the low light. Like a cloak of feathers, the wing folded protectively around Edge, hiding his now mangled and bandaged left hand from view, as if it would do any good. All he had to focus on right now was to steady his breathing. He wouldn’t be able to do anything if he was stuck in his own head.
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Oct 5, 2022 17:19:45 GMT -6
[Bruse is maybe getting impatient and hungry. He bumps Jed accidentally with a paw (or was it...) and heads north after they are done with the woodsman. He wants very much to keep moving.]
The moment the axe struck the tree, there was a spray of dark liquid from the point of impact. Bruse watched in morbid silence as the giant worked. However, the spirit's appearance seemed to darken slightly at the sight of it. His hunger rose again, this time stronger, and a low rumbling growl issued from within his core. If the giant took notice, Bruse quickly suppressed the sound and tried to look away so as not to frighten the large man.
Once he was done, Jed gathered up what he could and they headed back towards the campfire where the older couple rested. The woodsman seemed extremely pleased at their delivery, and Bruse simply stood darkly over the others as they made their exchange. Once more, the spirit was indifferent, and for the moment was trying not to focus on his hunger as he watched the wood fall into the fire and take on a strange grayish flame.
Their reward was a burning brand, perfect to light their way.
Once they were done, Bruse stepped over all of them. One large paw brushed heavily against Jedidiah's shoulder as he did so, not necessarily intentional but probably came across as a very strong "Let's go" gesture. The spirit only looked down briefly at the odd physical impact before turning back to the path. He made slow, wordless progress northward, waiting for the giant to catch up.
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Post by Vaitris on Oct 5, 2022 18:37:09 GMT -6
[OOC: Taking a clue from the note, Kazan tries to gather up a bunch of the ants in the white gown and holds it up hoping the huge bird takes the bait and snatches up the ants.]
Kazan frowned at the note, wondering what events had led someone to first write it then stuff it into an anthill full of such wicked-looking insects. He dropped it, pressing a few fingers to his forehead. A dull throb had begun near the base of his horns. Were they in working order, they would probably be buzzing with magic in this place. Even without them he could feel a sort of fey energy here. It was rhythmic, pulsing, and he had the vague notion that it originated from the tower across the field.
The centaur glanced back at the marching ants, then upwards where the kankai was winging about, a shadow against an even darker sky. Hopefully it was as aggressive as he was expecting it to be, or else what he was planning to do was going to be very painful and quite humiliating.
Pulling off the white gown, he draped it over his hands and advanced back down the left hand path. At the edge of the milling ants, he stooped down and attempted to scoop them into the bowled fabric, trying to capture them in such a way that they couldn't crawl up to bite his hands. At least, not right away. He only needed to hold them for a moment.
Then as the huge bird wheeled around once more he'd lift the bright white bundle up as far as he could where it was clear of the grass. If that bird was on the hunt, it wouldn't waste a moment snatching it up. Kazan only hoped he was deft enough to avoid getting caught in its beak or talons in the process. If he had to, he was prepared to back towards the mounds for some cover. His braces would would afford him a little protection at least.
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Post by MP on Oct 5, 2022 22:12:06 GMT -6
[Kazan]
The white of Kazan's garment all but blazes in the moonlight, but it's the red paint on his arms and the red of the insects that seems to catch the creature's attention. White eyes turn, and a shadow skims over the tops of the mounds. The gale sends dust and insects flying, and a great talon strikes a cascade of earth from one of the nearby mounds. It has seized the rag, and nearly Kazan in the process. Small red bodies swarm the dark feathers.
However, as the shadow beats its wings to regain altitude, the gale sends insects scattering from its feathers. The bird is agile for its size; it takes off too quickly to pick up more insects, and the insects in turn seem to have trouble holding onto the smooth feathers.
The wind off the bird's wings rains tiny red bodies over Kazan's back. More are streaming up from the disturbed mounds, pincers clacking wildly. Kazan feels a stab of pain above one of his hooves, and then another. Each one bites like a blade, the pain throbbing and lingering after. Without some kind of protective layer, Kazan's skin and hide offers pitiful protection against the bites. The insects have begun to swarm in earnest, though the swarm stays close to the shadow of the mounds.
The dust of the middle path may provide some means of sloughing off the clinging insects, but with the bird circling the clearing, escape in such an exposed path is uncertain. The mud and water of the righthand path may provide some relief from the bites, but Kazan would have to find a way forward through the swampy and uncertain terrain.
From somewhere in the treeline, the hollow voice of a crow echoes to Kazan's ears.
"They near the culmination of the second ritual. Will the sacrifice make it to the altar?"
[Everyone Else]
Like the others before them, Jed and Bruse find that the path cuts an unnatural path through the forest. With all their wandering, they are certain they couldn't have missed a cabin. Yet here it stands, warm candlelight flickering through its windows and the shapes of human movement within. As they watch, something falls past the window, and a thin splatter hits the window.
When Jed stops, he hears footsteps stop a half second after his own. It's such a faint sound that it could almost be mistaken for an echo - or something very far away. Bruse seems not to have heard it, nor does the spirit cast so much as a glance at the long shadow Jed now casts. It seems impossible that a shadow could be visible in such deep gloom. And yet it trails at Jed's heels, stretching like an endless road into the deep woods.
Inside the cabin, Edge's fingers lie in a pool of their own blood. Curiously, the Darai's severed stumps don't seem to bleed. His condition, while painful, at least won't become any worse.
Kail places the heads in their new orientation. All five beasts hang proudly upon their plaques. But as one stares at these trophies, unnerving details begin to stand out. The stag's neck seems to strain upward, glass eyes rolling as if in pain. The wolf's fur looks wilder, its fangs longer, stained with old blood.
As Kail hastily pulls away, his antlers catch on a sudden obstacle. The stag has locked its antler with his, and the wendigo has a moment to stare into the mad whites of its false eyes before the stag twists its head. A lower tine rakes across Kail's eye, and his trapped antler snaps with a sickening sound.
The five heads thump to the floor, once again awaiting their places. The living crow at the window clacks its beak, its garbled voice audible to all four of the nearby explorers.
"They near the culmination of the second ritual. Will the sacrifice make it to the altar?"
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Post by Pearl Dragon on Oct 6, 2022 15:44:11 GMT -6
[If Jedidiah shows signs of hesitation or speaks about his shadow problem, Bruse will try to reassure him. At the cabin, Bruse jumps to conclusions and thinks that Kail has attacked Edge and will charge into the cabin, smaller in size but still enormous compared to others. At least 9-10 ft at the shoulders, but perhaps thinner so as not to take up the whole space. He takes a paw-swipe at Kail as he enters. However, Edge and Jed are able to stop him.]
Once the giant had caught up, the two followed the path as it wound its way through the woods. The way was at least obvious enough, cutting through trees at unnatural angles to lead them wherever they were going. At one point, the path took another strange bend, curving around a cluster of trees and opened up to reveal a cabin. It was bright and...very sudden, and Bruse stopped short at the sight of it.
Behind him, he heard the giant pause too, and so he looked back. If the giant showed any sign of confusion or bewilderment, the spirit assumed it was the cabin. However, as Jed explained what he heard, Bruse simply grumbled to himself. He'd heard nothing at all, perhaps it was the giant's imagination, or perhaps it was an animal. Then at the mention of a shadow, Bruse eyed the man's shadow. It was unimpressive, and Bruse shook his head. "Focus. Do not let this place consume you. If we are in a shadow realm, your mind may be weak to it. Resist." It was the best advice Bruse had, although even as he turned back he felt a small twist of worry. If they were in fact in a shadow realm, or something similar, surely above all Bruse would see any shadow entities or other spirits? Or perhaps the trees were taking some kind of revenge only on Jedidiah? Plus they now had this very strange and very sudden cabin to deal with. He could only gather that it was in the man's mind for the time being, but he would keep an eye on Jedidiah nonetheless.
"This place..." Bruse rumbled, approaching the structure. Inside, he could see movement, and so he approached one window as something fell past and left a splatter. That didn't seem good. But, as the spirit approached and caught sight of the Wendigo and a dark-winged fellow, Bruse backed up a step and growled deep. The Wendigo was struggling with something on his eye, and there was blood on both of them. Whatever they were doing, something had gone horribly wrong. A fight had broken out, or an attack! Had the Wendigo attacked the other??? Anger surfaced again following memories of Sara's bloody and broken body. Bruse's maw split once more and he reared back as if to jump through the wall and into the cabin. His corporeal reality at the moment flashed through his mind, so the spirit dropped back to all fours once again and galloped to the front. In seconds, his form had shrunk, a more indoor-appropriate size but still quite intimidating before he slammed into the cabin's door. He moved quickly through into the cabin the next moment, extending one large paw towards the Wendigo's thin frame to stop the thing from doing any more damage to the other man. However, the moment his paw was about to connect, Bruse felt something grab at his tail while the winged man also stepped in front. The spirit's paw stopped mid swing, confused, and instead he stumbled back in a half rear, both paws raised as if in threat. A roar thundered forth as he looked down at the two figures before him before he was pulled step by step back by Jed. For the moment, he was halted.
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Post by NightshadeVII on Oct 6, 2022 16:49:38 GMT -6
(OOC: Edge checks on Kail’s wounds and suggests maybe they should try to “just” find that herb for the soup instead, before they loose more limbs ;,> at the appearance of a sudden angry ghost potato, Edge attempts to stop a fight from starting, trying to get between Kail and Bruse.)
A sudden crack of bone made the Darai jump to his feet, eyes on Kail instantly, worry clear in his expression. The heartbeat he had only just gotten under control skyrocketing again. One of the young man’s antlers had been broken by the stag head, by Eda that had to have been painful.
Carefully, he tucked his wing behind his back and walked up to Kail, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. It was only now he saw what had happened to Kail’s eye and he couldn’t stop the gasp from slipping past his lips. It looked awful, his stomach turning at the sight. Already, he wondered if there was anything that might help with the pain, something to fight infection, but he didn’t know enough about herbs or medicine to even begin to know where to look. Again, he found himself wishing Faolan was here, briefly, he’d know what to do. “Fuck, shit, I’m sorry. Do you need to sit down?”, Edge asked softly, sympathetic. He reached down, ripping some cloth from his own gown, to make a makeshift bandage to wrap around what remained of the other’s eye. The feeling of blood against his fingers made him shudder, but he forced himself to focus. “I’m sorry I can’t do more… but maybe we can find something helpful down the line.” when finished with the bandage, he gave Kail’s shoulder a soft squeeze, his expression pained, sad.
Almost glaring, Edge looked back at the taxidermied heads, now more morbid than ever. The thought of trying again made him hesitate. He didn’t want to loose any more limbs and he wouldn’t ask Kail to run the risk either.
“Maybe we should try fixing up that soup instead?”, the Darai suggested, “let’s not push our luck.”
Barely had he finished the sentence before… something barreled through the door, paws raised to swipe at Kail. In the blurr, Edge vaguely recognized it as one of the creatures from the clearing, dressed in the same white as everyone else. Confusion was suppressed under impulsive actions, and he moved, unfurling his wing, letting it stretch wide in the small cabin, and tried to put himself, or at least just his wing, between Kail and the creature before anyone could get hurt again. “Hey! Hey!” As the Darai raised his voice, a foreign accent curled around his words. As if to further prove his otherness, swirling horns now showed themselves, the same colour as the markings on his skin. A red stained hand with swirling markings was held out towards the creature, palm facing out, as if to keep it at a distance or perhaps calm it. It clearly wasn’t an attack. “No fighting. It won’t do us any good.”
Kail moved behind him, clawed hands swiping at Bruse, snagging Edge’s wing in the process. Feathers rustled and the limb buckled for a moment, before Edge straightened it again. The last thing any of them needed was a fight. “Kail!”, the Darai’s voice filled the room easily, “Stop! Stay back! You’re already hurt enough!”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Oct 6, 2022 17:19:32 GMT -6
[Kail swears a lot and swipes at Bruse]
The wendigo let out a colourful string of expletives as he stumbled back from the wall, a clawed hand pressed tightly against his gored eye. His head felt like it was splitting in two, and once again he found himself reminded of a past failure. This time, there was no vampire to heal him - only a stranger offering words of comfort as blood dribbled between his pale fingers and splattered against the floor.
“Motherfucker! Fuck this, I ain’t doing this stupid shit no mor—“
The wendigos rough voice cut off as the ghost barrelled through the door. The large paw swiped past inches from his face, and he felt a familiar rage curdling in his chest as he shied back and readied for another attack.
Edges placating words fell on deaf ears. The wendigo would have shifted to his larger form if he could have and locked his jaws around the ghosts throat, but as it were he lunged forward and went to viciously swing a clawed hand across Bruses face. The puzzles, and the more pressing matter of escaping the area were momentarily forgotten. The beast was corporeal now, and he wanted it to bleed.
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Post by okami1reeka333 on Oct 6, 2022 17:42:00 GMT -6
[OOC: Jedidiah follows Bruse, hes leary about the noises behind him but trusts Bruse can see?? follows him to the cabin, Bruse beats him to the door and he attempts to sthap the shetshow abit. Offers to patch people up.]
Jedidiah:
He did pause at the subtle noises behind him. . . . it felt like someone was pouring lead into his gut, this throbbing and nauseous feeling of something bad following them. He glanced over towards Bruse as he tried to reassure him. . "well. . .if you say so. Its just. " Worrisome. He was scared for the others and nervous as to what was following them. . .Keeping the obtained torch in hand. . .
But never the less he followed Bruse, he was a ghost and perhaps sees more than he can? He at least seemed calmer in this situation. . .strange, he grew up in what would be considered a harsh and unforgiving wilderness. . . steep and frozen mountains with the raging cold and a dense forest that crowded the valleys. . .yet this?
Unnerves him. The cabin creeped him out but he gathered his nerves and started to move towards the door. . he was not able to knock on the door when his ghostly friend rammed through the door and forced it open as if he was charging?? he poked his head in to see the unfolding chaos. "Whoa Bruse, wait-" he tried to call to the ghost and missed grabbing the tail. You would think these guys have history as violently as the two of them lashed out, poor edge between the two. He shut the door behind himself.
well, thank God he did not have to raise his voice at the two seeing Bruse backed off, he moved to step in the way between the two to help Edge separate the two. "Guys, please calm down, what happened?" he asked. Looking around, he then noticed the blood on both of them, he was not sure how or what caused the injuries. .
"I can try and patch the wounds up, I don't have anything that will null the pain." he offered.
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