---►Can You Hear the Wind ? [D9 plot]

[HEY, ALEX!]

My hunter instincts kicked in the moment the gates crashed closed. The forest seemed to get quiet as the lion mad spoke. What he said, I was unaware. However, I feared for the worst when I saw the guns in the receptionists hands. It was a cruel game these people played, shooting us one by one. My father neglected to tell of the situation. If I was to return to my home, I would surely complained to him. For some odd reason, I wished to be the last one down. However, when the dart made contact with my neck, I was unaware of who was still awake. I doubt I was the last.

My knees saved my face as it was my knees I fell upon. Once my body completely relaxed, I sensed I was falling backwards on the back of my calves. I think I did but I would not be sure. My head clouded as well as my vision. It was as if I was walking in a cloud. Well, it is what I imagined walking through a cloud would appear like. My vision was foggy, okay. I lost sense of right and left as well as up and down. When I feared my mind was going to close, I was afraid one last thing: How would my body respond when I wake. I hope not shitty.

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I woke to find I was were I usually was. In the forest. My eyes slowly opened though my vision did not appear correctly. If I lose the competition because of a medical mishap, there would be hell to pay for whomever was in charge. However, there was no damage because my eyesight did recover completely. The first thing I could see was my face. I was not staring into a mirror. I was looking at a chart. My picture was just on it. Still, I was angered that they did what they did. “A blindfold would have worked just as well,” I yelled into the air, hoping the some person would hear.

[jimmylost]

Perhaps not the first to notice the figure in the lion skin Thistle's eyes remained with him while he spoke. Even as the gates slammed shut her eyes only shifted to examine the red dot projected onto her arm. Her body stiffened as she registered the prick of the dart and she instantly became a glaring statue for all of fifteen seconds before she fell with the others. Unconsciousness seemed to instantly thaw the appearance of the teenager, something that she probably didn't want noted. Not that it mattered because she was sharing her unconsciousness with the other contestants, though if she could place the faces of the guards who saw her fall...

Some time later Thistle's eyes snapped open to see the morning sky above her. She lay as she was for a few seconds, her eyes taking note of the passage of time indicate by the lightness of the clouds. She may have even been attempting to regain her composure. Before anyone could think of assuming that was the reason she was still on the ground she shot to her feet in a move that would have had any person who had just been lying on their back after being drugged quite dizzy. Thistle didn't even sway as she stood and took a moment to take in her own image with a smile that suggested vanity.

Her eyes then slid around her to take in the other contestants each with their own images to her front. Many where already awake and a few where already voicing their complaints to the turn this competition had taken. Thistle's eyes rested a couple seconds longer on those who spoke before she once again took to staring directly at the apparent source of control in the tower.

[Prince Inigo]

Some seemed confused about the situation; others merely kept silent. These reactions were quite understandable. In a couple, they had figured out the mode of how they were mysteriously put to sleep by grazing over fresh punctures in their bodies. People were locking eyes on the screen hovering above their heads, and this, the figure in the lion skin thought, added on to the eerie aspect of the moment. Though the sun was higher than before, a chill had settled deep enough to give the being goosebumps.

But, rather, his or her bumps were out of pleasure. Pleasure that presented the hunters a toothy, gleaming smile.

Ears perked to a brunette man that was displaying extremely 'excited' emotions towards being kidnapped and thrown into a new area. Chuckle. Just a low chuckle at the question the man had thrown at him - for the minute. Instead of answering the inquiry, the lion's eyes absently peered down at others waking from their induced slumber. They watched with anticipation the awakening of the participants in their surprised states of wonder and awe; and, the person did nothing more than that for a while.

When the figure had deemed that the most important were conscious, the person stood from the throne and raised his arm in a prayer-like fashion. Their voice boomed through the woods in all directions, as though closing the participants in the fenced-in area further. How powerful and bold the words were even made a couple of the animal-masked bodyguards quiver.

"Well welcome, sleepy heads," the figure began. "You shouldn't be sleeping on the first day. What a shame that you all did." Chuckle. "Anyways, welcome to the first day of the Championship of Beastmasters!--- But I guess everyone here would know the name. Just not the purpose." One finger was extended, pointing to the floating chart. "What's the 'big idea' would be a simple... change of plans. Oh, it's nothing serious. Just a game of life and death. No biggie." The beging started to walk back and forth across the room. "I'm too lazy to explain all the rules and stuff I want to say, so I'm just going to throw them up on the monitor and will read it off for all of you."

A paper was given to the being as a bodyguard flipped some switches to bring up a new set of text on the chart, replacing the pictures and statistics. Aloud, the figure read off the rules like a lecture.

Rules

• Absolutely no cheating. This means no stealing from others or hurting other hunters for their meat.
  
• Animals are randomized. You get what you get.
  
• We assign weapons.
  
• Least amount of meat offered equals death. Zero offered means death, also. No effort means death. No exceptions.
  
• ^ You'll be catfood, if you wanted to know how you'll die.
  
• Recovery tents will be here for your wounds. Free services! We offer to patch up half of your pain. After all, even stitches can reduce pain to half.
  
• We'll eventually bring in more deadlier animals for your playing.

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"Pretty easy to understand, am I right? I think none of you have any questions, but you can ask if you want by just, well, giving a shout." The figure snapped his fingers, and a new text appeared on the monitor. "Here are your animals. Bodyguards will escort you to your assigned area through multiple doors. Haha, don't try to go through the 'wrong' door. They'll shove you. We know all you people by face--- even if the chart does betray that to the couple of you that we don't have pictures for. Our assigned stalkers were too short for you. Sorry."

Smile. "Hope you guys have fun. When you get back from hunting, do give your meat to the men in front of this building I'm in. Everyone be watching for cheaters. Don't try." Smirk. "Pick up your weapon, which is bows and arrows for today, from the guard in front of your door. You'll know where to go because your name is above the door. Have fun."

The being sat back on the throne; and, when asked by a bodyguard if the speech was too cut-throat and too the point, the person only whispered, "I never was good with really dramatic, lengthy presentations. Oh well for them."[/color][/justify][/size][/blockquote]

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Additional rules and notes:

• People can die from fighting their animals.
  
• For this Day's animals: only one HIT (not one HITPOINT) is all it takes to kill the animals.
  

Each animals' worth in pounds (lbs.) is calculated by a simple equation of y*x, where y equals the constant for the animal and x is the amount of animal you killed successfully. Here are the constants for this Day's animals:

• Squirrel - 2.4
  
• Chipmunk - 1.6
  
• Rabbit - 4.1
  
• Little Fowl - 0.9
  

Yes; this may seem like a lot for these animals in pounds, but we did try to make it simpler to calculate. When we calculate, we will take the EXACT value; no rounding up or down.

Here are this Day's assigned animals, going in alphabetical order:

• Lykanion Ayers - 1 Rabbit
  
• Clyde Cloversmith - 2 Squirrels
  
• Quistet Ementi - 1 Squirrel
  
• Ruby Falconer - None
  
• Aaden Gorozine - 1 Rabbit, 1 Little Fowl
  
• Saskia Hamilton - 1 Squirrel, 1 Chipmunk
  
• Walker Liggens - 1 Chipmunk, 1 Rabbit
  
• Flaya Melisa - 1 Chipmunk, 1 Rabbit
  
• Jasik Miller - 2 Chipmunks
  
• Thistle Pryderon - 2 Rabbits

Everyone must make their thread, preferably that they put something in the title that has the D9 plot in it. EVERYONE can make an effort in this, even if they are assigned 'None' for their animals of the day. There is a reason why I say this.

No sharing threads.

Have fun! If I missed something, I'll edit upon realizing; if there might even be loopholes, I'll shall edit.

EDIT: I forgot to mention the following:
> Overnight healing is in effect. 7 points of damage will be restored if you used recovery tents; 4 points of damage will be restored if you didn't use them.
> For this Day, you may go ahead and attack the animal automatically, if you so wish. Future new animals will not be allowed to have a preemptive strike on; you must wait for the animal post. The reason why I will allow for this Day is not only did I forget to mention this that it would take longer for animal killing for the first Day, and this is mainly an intro for what's to come.
> Only attack one animal if you're assigned more than one.

Again, more editing will come for when I have forgotten anything to mention. I am human. ;3