boo, you whore | p v bb, day 4

[charade]

My bicep has been ribboned by Chi-Chi’s dollar store, headass press-on fake nails turned claws.

That—actually hurt.

“Gonna break your hands, eleven.” I seethe. But she’s already spinning back into the battle, hard to get a bead on her. I’ve slotted her onto my list of dying painfully slow, right between the asshole from five and Fray.

Speaking of which:

I have to roll my eyes. Goddamn, she even talks like she’s never worked a day in her life. Fuckin hate glitzy careers. Coasting on what daddy’s money and good name can buy. I’m barely listening but she actually manages to say something as stupid as the fish-lipped dead-eyed stare makes her look.

Fucked with—? I can feel my face scrunch in confusion, then annoyance and rage as she buffets my side.

Thank you for the extra padding my sweet ass leather jacket.

“You think I’m the one that made this personal?” She’s got to be joking. “You started this when you shot my cheek and then stole my goddamn kill in the bloodbath."  Who the fuck does she think she is? She ain't the injured party in this scenario. 

"The only reason you’re still breathing is because I don’t want you to die until you’ve seen me beat your score.” The battle shifts and moves around me, dancers in the dark, blood painting the walls, the floor, some of it mine. All of it intoxicating.

Bits of the girl from seven litter the cave floor and it takes everything in me not to fall to my knees and feast on it. I want to feel the cartilage from her ear crunching between my teeth. Tear the tendons out of her wrist. Devour her fingers one by one. Break apart her bones and suck out the marrow.

The feeling grows with each passing second and some small part of me knows that if I indulge this desire I will never be the same again. I lick my lips, aware that I’ve begun to pant like a canine that’s seen a steak fall to the ground.

“Career girl to career girl, Fray? You can put a bad dog down no problem. But fuck with a wolf and you’ll get your throat torn out.” There's a point to be made about female dogs and the fact that she called herself one, but I don't need to state the obvious. We all know what she is. I swing the sword at the cave wall and scrape, sending sparks flying towards Fray’s bottle blonde hair.

A piece of meat enters my field of vision and I snarl, turning in her direction.

“Fawkes, hurry up and die so I can tie this bitches kill count. Thanks.”

I leave it unsaid that I also want to pry open Fawke’s ribcage with my bare hands and gnaw through her still-beating heart with my teeth. I can’t stop feeling the hunger. Maybe I’ve only been able to keep it at bay for this long because I haven’t seen any tributes since the bloodbath.

This isn’t me goddammit. I’m a fuckhead for sure. And unpleasant to be around, but I’m not a monster.

That’ll change in a minute.

When I swing at Fawkes I let out an honest to god howl that’s two octaves lower than my normal speaking voice. I guess, what’s the use in holding out? Best to unleash whatever I’m becoming.


Katrina attacks Merydd Fawkes, sword

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-- Shallow Cut on Stomach -- 4.0 damage

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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

filler for now!!!!

[chichi attacks katrina, knife claws]
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[3.5]

knife

[napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ.]

- Human instinct moment.
- Takes out the crossbow.
- A little hesitation, finger on the trigger.
- But at the scent of blood, he growls and fires.

[ Andal attacks Mereddyd | Reloading Bow ]


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4035 -- Arrow in Chest -- 7.0 damage (Bow)

[ Andal attacks Kiko | Reloading Bow ]

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4021 -- Arrow in Cheek -- 7.0 damage (Bow)

bow·bow

[eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris]

She is calamitous / and she is calm.

When she swings with her weapon, she does it fully with the intention to maim. And when she stares hard and long at Katrina, speaking to the girl like she's a stray dog and nothing more than that, there is never a moment of empathy. As far as she's concerned, living her life through her own perspective is all the reason she needs for why she is so selfish. Cruel. Warrior staring at her reflection, rage behind glass, never knowing what to do with the knife in her hand.

To her, always, she is the hero of this story. And everyone trapped in this cage with her has to die. She made her peace with all their deaths when she first chose this as her ambition.

"What's a cut on your cheek to a bruise on my ego?" Her face is cold and flat, golden curls spilling over her shoulder, crimson eyes staring at scarlet pooling into the earth beneath them. Cherries and fudge and the sheer force of her resolve. All the while, she stays in control. It's all she has. A girl and her dream, and all her apathy, too. "Quiet. I need you to realize who you're speaking to. Fuck the kill count, I'll break all your bones one by one and that'll be my highlight."

Her fangs extend, claws digging into the hilt of her weapon. "Men have hunted wolves to near extinction." Again, she charges forward with all of her fury in tow, and again her voice is a blade, in and of itself. "Watch and learn what kind of damage a woman is capable of doing, mongrel."

Let her rage, and her pride, be the death sentence.

elvena attacks katrina / flail
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miss

flail

[revel latimer, 11b 🔍 jay]

gotta keep dis going - filler for now!!

silver attacks kiko / crossbow.

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[ 9.0 ]

bow