s a m e story n e w chapter {Atherians vs. 2 appa}

[[nyte]]

Act One: Scene Five
7.0

It wasn't going to end here. 

And it certainly wasn't going to end like this. 

I can feel my mind slowly breaking down, the fevered thoughts which have plagued me this battle suddenly revealing themselves as the onset of a madness I was prior embracing. I can slowly feel the madness ebbing, like the tide has finally lowered in what was my collapsing mind.

Don't be selfish, Lyric Woulf. They're depending on you, the boy from five and the girl from seven, even the boy from nine who'd gotten a twelve. I don't want to see this shit attack Sav one more time. I couldn't stand seeing the poor girl as injured as she already was. 

This beast had made a huge mistake. 

As rationality slowly returned, I could once again feel the ground beneath me. A faint stinging envelopes me, and warm rain slowly makes it way down my thigh and the underpart of my arm. I know the rubies which slowly bead upon my shallow wound. 

They're nothing. Nothing compared to the pain which my friends are facing.

I want it all to stop. 

And I want it to stop now. I'm hungry, tired and wounded, I knew my friends felt the same. Vowing to grant their wish, I ready my weapon.  The carefully crafted razors we now unrecognizable under the clotting blood which stained it. 


I had done nearly irreparable damage to the beast. It hung on the last threads of life, desperately clinging to the last threads of life, perhaps trying to brings one of us down with it. What's one more death on my hands? There was no turning back now, of that I was sure. 

I never thought I'd survive the games. Hell, I didn't think I'd make it past the bloodbath. But here I am. 

I want to make sure that at least one of them makes it home. If one of them survives this hell-hole then I will too. 

[attacks appa 1]
|E7DKb0wknife

attacked Appa 1: deep gash on stomach-9.0

knife

[Stare]

{ chapter the thirteenth }
14.0

one voice to another
one heart beat
sisters and brothers
we are the remedy, the remedy

If it's aiming for my heart, it should know that it's not a very big target.

I shout in pain when I feel the second impact against my torso, my already bruised chest exploding in pain. The force of the blow knocks me off my feet despite how I try to keep them firmly planted, and for a moment I am airborne. There is no gravity, no weight to be battered body. Strands of hair, greasy from my inability to wash them, sweep around against my face. My arm stretches out, desperately trying to find purchase where there is none.

I hit the ground with a thud, and I am still.

I know I should be grateful that I landed on my good side, grateful that the blow didn't do more damage. In this moment, though, all I know is pain. It's a dull second heartbeat just outside my lungs, spiking with every shaky breath I manage to draw in, and my face contorts in pain. Everything aches but my torso practically burns, and it takes all my willpower to hold the tears at bay. This is not the place for girls who cry when they fall down. My throat is tight, working hard to hold back any emotion threatening to spill forth. My fingers dig into the loose soil, scrambling to anchor myself to something solid.

My world is swimming, lungs screaming for oxygen but protesting every breath, when I use my arm to prop myself up. Everything blurs together for a moment and darkness threatens the edges of my vision, but now is not the time nor the place to be losing consciousness. As my eyes try to focus my ears take in the sounds of the creatures and my allies, muddled into one great symphony of vengeance and pain. I grimace, forcing wobbly legs beneath myself as annoyance courses through me. I'm not the only one injured, and yet I have the nerve to think it's okay for me to rest while my family continues to fight?

I'm shaking by the time I stand, my jaw tense against the pain, but I manage to tilt my head back. "I won't break," I call out, my voice holding more exhaustion than rage. It sounds like a mother's reminder to her child - tired, just barely hiding annoyance. "Not for you." I only break for the ones I love.

I try to look at the beast, then, but my world is still swimming. "I will not stand down," I tell it sternly, but my legs are already buckling when I lunge forward, and I know that, at least this time, my fighting is in vain.

SAVANNAH attacks APPA 2 with AXE
ChoRa5R3axe

we are golden, yes we are
hear the thunder, see the stars
we are golden for all to see
we are golden; believe, believe

attacked Appa 2: miss - 0.0
I swear Sav can't kill for the life of her

axe

[Kire]

Fools
0.5 damage

The only way to stay true.
And this is my destiny
And there is no helping me
Life is bittersweet

-sigh-


just.... moving things along


yup

You say it's time to get over the pain
I still - I still love her
You say it's time to get over the pain
I still - I still love her

[attacks appa 2]
bOs0|ngesword

of fucking course i miss

attacked Appa 2: miss - 0.0

sword

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

Soap O'Leary
2.0

This is a filler because I'm working on an essay. (And it's my 4739th post - I finally passed Sole! Maybe this roll will be lucky.)

(but probably not)

Attacks Appa 2 - thrown axe
rOjG5pkSthrowing axe
10169 -- Broken Rib -- 7 damage
(Thrown Axe)

attacked Appa 2: Broken Rib - 7.0 (thrown axe)
damn

throwing axe

[shrimp]

juniper lightningbug~

My sister.

I'm sorry that we won't be going home today.
I'm sorry that I couldn't stop her from digging the shining death into your stomach.
I'm sorry I wept when you died.
I'm sorry you heard me do such.
I shouldn't have cried.
I shouldn't cry.
It doesn't serve your memory to weep and do nothing.
And now here they come and I know I will follow you in a matter of time.
Lend me the strength you lost, sister.
Lend me the power to make them pay for silencing you.
I was supposed to die before you, surrounded by your children.
Isn't that what happens?
The oldest die first?
I feel so old right now,
my body aches
my thoughts are sparse.
Tell me,
is this
what
death
is
like?

attacks Lyric with claws (knife)
A9tb81aFknife
Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage

attacks Soap with blunt
blunt
Broken Rib -- 7.0 damage

knife�blunt

[[nyte]]

We need to get the fuck out of dodge. The flying beasts have done a number on us, the shallow wounds slowly draining an already weakened body; something deep within my gut tells me the others are as well of as I. My mind refuses to focus on anything but getting them out of here. We've survived this far, I'm not letting my family die by the hands of some stinking oafs. The hand not holding my weapon searches for another, heart pounding within an empty chest until shaking fingers have finally wrapped around rough skin. My eyes find theirs, Soap. 

Colgate O'leary, the boy who got a 12. As scared as I am of this man, I trust him with my life. "We can't kill the other one." whose voice is it that leaves me? Torn with desperation and fear, I can feel the blood rise like bile where shrill cries have broken the flesh. "Run-" is all I can manage before another canon sends a shrill ringing in my eyes. If not for the adrenaline keeping me upright, I would have collapsed there and then. Burying my head in the blood soaked grass and let the bison finish me there and then. 

Four cannons. Four fucking cannons. 

Hadn't the death which has taken place over the course of four, long days been enough for the capitol? Is turning children into murderers and innocence into madness simply not satisfying anymore? What am I doing wrong as to not satisfy their bloodlust? Did the girl's life that I took mean nothing? They wanted more. 

More, more, more! 

They weren't going to take me. Not Savannah or Claude, or Soap, whose hand is still limply grasped within my own, shaking fingers. I'm not ready to die just yet. My mouth hands agape, the tenor tones of the canon still ringing in my ears. Still sending me into a state of shocked paralysis. As hard as I tried to take the weight of the world upon my shoulders, I can only die once. I can only take the fall for one person, and then be damned to an eternal darkness. My only hope is that it's for someone whom I care for. 

I've long since given up on surviving. I'm not ready to die, but I'm willing. That's as close as I will ever get. My eyes find the toes which the fan had severed earlier in this brawl. I give Soap a small nod, dashing towards the fallen bison. A quick swipe with my fan and I've lobbed off a chunk of meat from the fallen prey. not even bothering to shove it into my pack, I turn towards the others. "Follow me!" it's more of a scream than a shout, but all I could manage given the circumstances. I was a coward for running, for not staying to finish off the dying beast. It had to be close to death... right? It had to be. Before I take my leave, I notice Savannah stumbling. And suddenly, I'm on the verg of tears. Throwing the raw meat into my pack I wrap my arms around her, making sure she stays upright. "I got you." i flash her a smile, using all my strength to heave her upward and escape the battle we had undoubtedly lost. 

As hungry as I am, I'm not hungry enough to chew the uncooked meat within my pack.  The enticement of food only brings me further into a sprint. How long has it been since I ate? Stuffed myself in that hotel room full of luxuries and lies. Pretending to be civil to those I knew would soon be my enemies, and keeping the persona of a fearless volunteer. 

I don't know who I am right now. I'm certainly not putting up any act, not pretending to be a damsel or a whore, or even a career wannabe. Did it truly take throwing myself into death's embrace to finally coax Lyric Woulf into the open. A desperate murderer, barely hanging on the the fringe of sanity. A girl who cares more for others than for herself, but only for the most selfish of reasons. For the need to not be alone. If this truly is her, I loathe who I am. I loathe what I have become. 

Slipping the, by now, staling food out of my pack I gently begin to chew on the meat. I'd leave the bison for Claude or Savannah, they seemed to have much more... luxurious tastes than I. Or the fact that I would not eat what I had killed. 

I lay her down, when i'm finally sure that we are somewhere the monsters can't find us. For now. I rummage in her sack, taking out the supplied I know must be in there. "You're gonna be okay, you hear me? Just... just." I take in a shaky breath "Let's wait for the others. "

[Lyric Woulf uses first aid on herself for -3]
[Lyric Woulf uses needle/thread for -5]
[Lyric Woulf uses bandages for -1]
[Lyric Woulf eats medicinal plant x1 for -2]
[Lyric Woulf takes bison meat from dead appa]
[Lyric Woulf flees with Savannah]
[Lyric Woulf eats bento box (1 days food)] 

[Stare]

{ chapter the thirteenth }

don't tell me the truth
tell me that it didn't happen
there's been a mistake
there's been a misunderstanding

The world around me swings and I stumble like a young child, crying out at the jolts sent through my body. "I - I can't," I pant, hating the words as they slip from my lips. It's true, though. The fight has all but completely left me, replaced by this blinding pain that blooms at my core and spreads outward in waves. "I c-can't keep - ah." I gasp as another jolt sends me crashing to my knees, the world disappearing in a bright flash of white.

Suddenly there's a pair of arms wrapping around me, pulling me upright. I want to collapse all of my weight on top of them so they can drag me away, but force of habit causes my feet to scramble for their own placement, taking off some of the weight. As the pain recedes slightly I catch a glimpse of a familiar face and force a smile. "Blondie," I manage to gasp out. A part of me aches to pull myself away from her and make my own way, but I know if I do that I'll only end up collapsing again. I'm so unused to relying on someone instead of having them rely on me, and guilt blooms in the pit of my stomach at the thought of being such a burden.

They could leave me to die here. They could flee and see me dead, crushed by the attacked of this beast, and no one would blame them. I wouldn't blame them. And yet here they are, dragging me along. I am crippled and weak and broken, but they continue to support me just as I continue to support them. I suppose that's what family means. Even when one of us stumbles, we pull them through because we can't imagine life without them. Today I am being carried. Tomorrow I might be the one carrying them.

Theirs is a weight I would gladly shoulder.

Lyric helps me away. I stumble slightly and I feel her shoulders go tense as my weight falls against her. Our surroundings all blur together and suddenly all of my focus is dedicated to the next step, to bracing myself against the next jolt of pain. When we stop I grimace as I lay down, curling my knees to my chest and gritting my teeth. "Soap," I say after a moment, waving away the medical supplies she digs from my pack. That can wait. My allies can't. "Claude. I don't want f-first aid. I want them."

we don't have to know
we don't have it all worked out
we can just keep walking
blind

(Savannah performs First Aid on herself for -3)
(Savannah uses needle and thread for -5)
(Savannah uses one bundle of Medicinal Plants for -2)
(Savannah uses 5ft of bandages for -1)
(Savannah eats her bento box)

[Kire]

If this is a test I'm gonna fail it my best
The only way to stay true
And this is my destiny and there is no helping me
Life is bittersweet.

Fillering, cause i don't have permission to write this boy, I am so srry, :c

it's been fillers this whole fight no fun :c :c

You say it's time to get over the pain
I still - I still love her
You say it's time to get over the pain
I still - I still love her

[Claude uses First Aid Soap (-3)]
[Claude uses Needle and Thread on himself (-5)]
[Claude uses one Bundle of Medicinal Plants on himself (-2)]
[Claude uses 5ft of Bandages on himself (-1)]
[Claude Flees] 

[Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy]]

The creature swoops down for one final attack against us, and who does it manage to hit?

Take a guess.

I brace myself for the blow, but even that half second of preparation doesn’t help in the face of the mutt’s power. It attacks me with the blunt edge of its body and not its terrible claws, but that doesn’t prevent the damage that I know is coming. I’m too big of a target, too easy to hit, and I can feel the mutt’s limb strike my chest.

A harsh crunch sounds through the air, and I can’t help but think that it sounds a hell of a lot like the way I broke the creature with my axe. This time, I don’t hesitate to gasp and double over in pain, but when I breath I can feel something stabbing like fire inside of my chest. Each time I take a deep breath, the feeling continues, and I know that I’ve broken something inside of me – most likely a rib.

I don’t want to speak, don’t want to breath, don’t want to make the pain worse. This isn’t like the stinging pain of a cut that can be bandaged and ignored – this is the sort of wound that makes itself known each time I move an inch, each time I gasp for air.

When Lyric turns to us, a look of fire and fear spreads through her eyes. ”We can’t kill the other one. Run – “

Before she can say anymore, I stoop low to the ground and pick up my fallen axes from the dirt and turn tail almost instantly. A little too late, I realize that Lyric’s moving more slowly, lugging Savannah along with her. My chest suddenly hurts, knowing that I should be helping too, that I should have checked up on the others before turning my attention away, but there’s no time. Though the flying muttation is nearly dead, it could be back to attack us within seconds.

[Soap retrieves his axes and flees]
[I’ll edit first aid stuff in a bit]
[Also he eats his bento box]