fortified } { dustyn chase vs mutts | day 6

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

D U S T Y N
C H A S E

"I am all alone." He whispered against the silence. Over and over again, the realization of his solitude beat within his chest like the hammering heart that had once been there. "I'm really... All alone."

Were those people his friends? The murdered and the murderers that had all somehow claimed their space and made their mark in his memory.

Draco died first, and maybe he was the lucky one: gone before the real tortures of the arena set in.

Dustyn never got to say goodbye.

Hannah died next, by the hands of a boy who was just trying to save Dustyn himself. He remembered her words like they were parts of his body, ("You're Dustyn, Bette's Boy.") and that was just what he was then. Was he still?

Dustyn didn't get to say goodbye to her, either.

Next, Letty. A girl with a terror in her and a soul that wanted nothing more than freedom from Hell. He liked to think she got what she wanted in the end.

Again, Dustyn never said goodbye.

Cody fell with the last bit of humanity Dustyn had left, he thought. He wondered if he had enough room to feel anymore and he decide. He didn't. Cody was his last piece of solace and all that remained was the chaos within him, but Cody was wrong. They were not all rabbits in a place like that. Cody was not a rabbit. Or a fox. Cody was something more, something that had been beautiful and something that was too good for the old walls painted new that surrounded them.

"Goodbye, Cody." He said, and like with the words from his lips, he felt himself break for a final time.

No one could fix him anymore. The pieces outweighs the hands willing to try.

The night was met with shivers, despite the lack of cold. His dreams were held captive by him and Cody riding side by side into the feast atop their steeds. He saw Cody hide his smile and he tried to do the same to no avail, and just when Cody was about to give in as well, his eyes opened and he was once again, all alone.

No, not alone. (Was he ever going to be alone, though?)

(Yes.)

"I am sorry." He said, and he hoped he still had it in him to mean it.

[Dustyn attacks siren; Glaive]
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[13130 -- Deep Gash on Right Forearm -- 8.0 damage]

{ credit to: zoë }

I CAME TO GET HURT
MIGHT AS WELL DO
YOUR WORST TO ME

200+13000

[[nyte]]

fillering this fro now because i am dumb and misunderstood thing

[SIREN attacks DUSTYN]
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Block -- 0.0 damage

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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

D U S T Y N
C H A S E

He did not know how to give the people what they wanted. He did not know what he had done to be punished day after day. But something was different. Something in him wanted to try.

It was the same him that had not minded draining poor Neptune of his life, the same him that would kill again and again to make it back home. It was the same him that slept alone under the stars, the same him who he was suddenly realizing had always been there.

So he told them a story.

"When I heard my father admit that my five year old brother was all he wanted in a son, when the girl of my dreams ignored me and pushed me away, I stayed strong."

His vision clouds with tears, but not of sorrow: of anger.

"When my friend disappeared and never came back, and another became a monster of circumstance, I refused to break." Pictures of Roxanne watching and pursing her lips, or Holden (if he was alive,) nodding his head urged him further.

"And watching my friends here die?"

He breathed in.

"It has finally done the trick."

They could call him crazy, or set him up to die. He did not care. (He didn't know that he could.)

"I'm finally a ruin. Happy now?" He shouted to the skies. "I guess you are, because now I can be the monster you want me to be!"

[Dustyn attacks Siren; Glaive]
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[Deep Gash on Right Thigh -- 8.0 damage]

{ credit to: zoë }

I CAME TO GET HURT
MIGHT AS WELL DO
YOUR WORST TO ME

200+13000

[[nyte]]

Pain. Perhaps it was all it had ever known. The pain of hunger, of birth. The pain of his genes being ripped to pieces and forced back together again. This pain was new, however, this pain was potent. It was more than the dull ache that had spread throughout creaking bones, more than the stinging of his throat when tunes were forced from between his lips. This made him angry. Survival was the most basic of an instinct, it is what kept food slithering down his throat and what kept his blood pumping warm. And now, he felt it. The cool creeping into the corners of his vision, numbness taking over what was so apparent before.

Death.

He wouldn't stand for this.

[SIREN attacks DUSTYN]
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result

knife

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

D U S T Y N
C H A S E

Pain blossomed in the form of a star, disfigured and bleeding from the area just behind his thumb. He wondered if it would scar, if that tiny, deep, aching wound would serve as a reminder of the foe he met in solitude for the rest of the life he would never have. Even when they laid his tired body to rest, six feet deep with a whole to match in his little brother's heart, (and Bette's, and Artemis's, and Candee's, maybe even his parents' as well,) would the scar still remain?

He stared at his foes with eyes wide and distraught. Did their being there truly mean the Capitol had grown tired of him? Was this his death sentence? Their claws were the pens, his blood the ink, his flesh the contract. With each second that passed, he was at risk of signing his soul over to them, and his core shook with fear, anger, disgust, and, honestly, understanding.

"You'll have to work for your meal," he spoke through gritted teeth, and he attacked once again.

[Dustyn attacks Siren; Glaive]
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[Severed Left Foot at Ankle -- 9.0 damage]

{ credit to: zoë }

I CAME TO GET HURT
MIGHT AS WELL DO
YOUR WORST TO ME

200+13000

[[nyte]]

Death was such a potent stench. She could feel the coils, the blackness curling into her nostrils with every deep inhale. It drew her to the scene like moth to a flame, talons outstretched in and glinting off of dim light with each mighty flap of her wings. Her songs echoed across this infinite cavern, from cloud to cloud it made its way into the ears of the thing that smelled disgustingly raw.

There was nothing pleasant about the smell of a beating heart.

[BANSHEE attacks DUSTYN]
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result

knife

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

D U S T Y N
C H A S E

filler mhm

[Dustyn attacks Banshee; Glaive]
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[13175 -- Deep Gash on Back of Head -- 9.0 damage]

{ credit to: zoë }

I CAME TO GET HURT
MIGHT AS WELL DO
YOUR WORST TO ME

200+13000

[[nyte]]

helpin u finish this up but like hot damn ur rolls

[banshee attacks dustyn]
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knife

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

D U S T Y N
C H A S E

filler post 2

[Dustyn attacks Banshee; Glaive]
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[-]

{ credit to: zoë }

I CAME TO GET HURT
MIGHT AS WELL DO
YOUR WORST TO ME

200+13000

[[nyte]]

i think that is 13 dmg and i have 15 so one more yas

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[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

D U S T Y N
C H A S E

filler numero 3

[Dustyn attacks Banshee; Glaive]
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[-]

{ credit to: zoë }

I CAME TO GET HURT
MIGHT AS WELL DO
YOUR WORST TO ME

200+13000