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Sunjata Wrenzaok
the Flood
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#43
SuNjATA
the flood
Another pulse of pain as Sunjata manages to shove Deimos off. But again, it doesn’t last — not as the General surges again and a large striped paw is felt on his throat. He has enough breath within him to growl again, a reversing sound that vibrates against the pressure to his windpipe and he pins his ears back again, steel eyes sharp and narrowed on the man that holds him down.

And the words Deimos says sound so familiar to ones he’s heard before, uttered in Korofi and thick with an accent of home that he snarls against it. His teeth bare, but there’s nothing to be done now. At least perhaps his father would have been proud of the destruction he’d brought here. Though it makes Sunjata regret it all the more.

Deimos releases him and gives him a simple command that has him shuddering slightly as he moves to try and stand, the wound to his side opening further with the movement and he hisses against it as blood begins to drip from his wounds, hot, sticky, fresh. He debates staying to try and pull the deer to the cart, but thinks better of it.

Not like Deimos would trust him in it anyway, regardless of how much Sunjata might have wanted to help. It’s apparent it’s unwanted, unneeded. Fine. He hisses to Deimos, shifting on his paws with another attuned pulse of pain. And then he turns away, limping his way out of the hunt, away from the Woodlands.

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#44
OLIVER
Growling low and deep, Oliver would reopen his eyes only when he knew that the bird wasn't close to his face. The sounds alone gave hint to the fact that the male was still close and that the rest of the birds had fled. With his ears pinned against his head, he gave a predatory growl towards the bird before he pounced at it, aiming to sink his claws into the bird. It would be the first time that he had truly used his claws, allowing them to retract and hopefully pierce into the body of the bird.

No words would be sent through the bond, but anyone nearby would feel the emotions course through the bond. A predatory edge that hadn't yet been seen through Oliver, one that had only been hinted at when he fought against the worms. He was less trying to protect those he cared about and was rather motivated to kill. To take down this bird and bring it back as a prize for everyone else to enjoy. He was going to bring this bird back. No doubt about it.


Oliver attempts to kill the pheasant! he also lowkey screams a lot of emotions through the bond about trying to kill the bird and just being super confident and predatory.
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Rance Grenier
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#45
He hadn’t intended to scare the deer the first time, he’d just been trying to escape the dragon. By the time he’d made it to another tree, the dragon — Jigano — had taken down one of he deer and was asking for assistance to take down more. Rance landed on another branch, but didn’t fold his wings, already trying to gather himself. His confusion wasn’t helped by the scattered of wordless, foreign something that was flooding his mind. He shook himself, as if to shake away the strangeness of it, feathers fluffing.

Fuck…. Yeah. Can’t hurt to try. Before he even finished sending the words, he was in the air again, looking for a way to safely dive near the deer. He flew close, keeping silent until he was right beside or in front of one, trying to herd it back toward Jigano. If he couldn’t get close, tracking them wouldn’t hopefully be too difficult?



Rance is confused by all the pain and emotions coming over the bond, but still tries to startle the deer again, this time on purpose. If he can’t close enough, he’ll follow them and let Jigano know their route.
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the Resurrected Sword
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#46
DEIMOS
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It was a waiting game again; to see if Sunjata would adhere to his demands, to his commands, or give him another excuse, opportunity, or chance to maim, rip, and tear. His narrowed eyes took in every movement, ever notion, unaware of the weight his words might have reverberated through centuries or years: only resounding them in the here and now, in the sweeping turns of mistakes and stupidity. He glanced upon the wounds, the spiral, the sinking of blood into the turf, wondered if the beast wanted more, if the cold shackles tethered and lined to his own columns and limbs mattered. Minimal, miniscule vengeance, when it could’ve, should’ve, been so much more.

The hiss was enough – feral and pained – and he witnessed as the panther slunk away, not bothering to chase. His point had been clear. On those decibels, and then the range of silence, the Sword maneuvered back to the fallen deer, to the carcass forgotten about in his quest for rebuttal. He grabbed hold of it by the neck between his powerful jaws, and began the laborious act of delivering it to the wagon, losing and tripping over it a few times before he found a certain rhythm to the movements; used to smaller prey, bags, or simply using his own two hands.

Jigano’s chosen doe had no prospects or likelihoods of evading his draconic jaws: life ending in one final, bleak, miserable call, and then snuffed out, bloodied and gone. It’d probably be easy to carry back to the cart, based on the dragon’s sheer size alone.

Rance, on the other hand, failed to muster any turn or shift of deer back towards Jigano. In fact, it registered the exact opposite, a prominent stag doing his best to ensure a portion of his herd remained clustered in the other direction, fast, swift, fleet of foot, dashing through their familiar terrain and undergrowth. Before long, there were only a few doddling, slower, older ones left. Would they present one last chance?

The pheasant revolution persisted upon Oliver – and despite his call to predator ambitions, the reigning of instincts clattering over his more-gentle nature, the male fowl was a match for him. Not to be outdone, not to be waylaid, not to be triumphed over, the big, brash, tough bird evaded claws, extending his plumage, his wings, in order to look bigger, broader, badder. He’d already developed his reputation with the previous hunters, and this cat wasn’t going to be any different for him. He then flew directly at Oliver’s face, intending to gauge at eyes, at fur, at any features he could get ahold of, with sharp, menacing talons.

--

Sunjata has left, and Deimos is heading back to the wagon with their deer.

Jigano has successfully killed his doe, but Rance has failed to herd any more near him. There are only a few of the older, slower deer left!

Oliver’s luck has run out again. The pheasant won’t leave him alone, and has gone in to do some major damage to Oliver’s face.

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Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
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#47
The pain that he thought might be Sunjata's seemed to fade away, distance attenuating it even as the dragon finally had a moment to trace who it belonged to. Oliver's ferocity was still audible, though, even if it was at a distance, and Jigano felt a trickle of amusement at the young man's determination. A deer and a pheasant is a fine catch between us, he reassured Rance as the rest of the herd made their escape. Those animals left might have tempted the pallet of a wolf or true dragon, but the bard judged them too old and stringy to be of good eating stock for the humans of the Hollowed Grounds. Let's get back and see how the others did. And maybe find out what had happened to Sunjata...

Not that his own pain from the pheasant's spurs hadn't sliced through the bond at one point, too.

He grunted as he turned to begin dragging the doe, only his own large size making her weight manageable by his long neck. Hopefully that same size would deter any other predators or scavengers enticed by his kill as he began retracing their tracks towards the cart and, hopefully, the others as well.



Jigano chooses to return to the cart with the kill he already has.
Rance Grenier
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#48
A lone raven wasn’t going to get the jump on the remaining herd again and Rance wasn’t so careless that he’d fly anywhere near the sharp points of a protective stag’s rack. With another raucous cry, he swerved away and landed on a higher branch, preening ruffled feathers. Jigano had neatly killed the doe and when his voice came across the bond, Rance heartily agreed. Three big predators like that, they must’ve caught somethin’, too.

He nearly offered to change back to human form and help Jigano with the deer, but seeing the dragon haul it along with relative ease, he refrained. Instead he flew from branch to branch, circling to some extent. He wouldn’t be much more than a distraction if any wild predators tried to chance a dragon, but he could at least warn Jigano if anything approached them.



Rance also returns to the cart!
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#49
OLIVER
Everything goes wrong as it always does.

The pheasant came flapping at him and unfortunately, it did manage to peck at his cheek, drawing some blood. Crying out in a howl, Oliver sent a distressed message through the bond. I'm being attacked. He wasn't quite screaming, more like he was yelling nonchalantly. Hopefully Jigano would be able to fix it so he didn't have a permanent scar on his cheek. That would be...very embarrassing.

With a growl, he attempted to swipe at the bird, extending his claws out and trying to dig it into any part of the bird's body that he could. This bird had to die and he was going to make sure of it.


Oliver sends a message through the bond to tell them he's been attacked! He continues to try and kill that damn bird.
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#50
DEIMOS
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The ones with success in their scrambling for prey all managed to segment together – the pile on the cart numbering two deer, one pheasant, though sorely lacking Sunjata or Oliver’s entities amongst them. The tiger nodded to both dragon and raven, after ensuring his own doe was laden upon the cart. Well done, he offered as compliments, eyes flickering down upon the stock. He had hoped for more, honestly, but with the formidable nature of the animals within the woods, and a certain scarcity with just their presence within the thickets, it would have to do. The hides could be utilized, and the food could be stored, frozen, and maintained for the upcoming winter, especially to those who decided to brave the spells of LongNight. Sunjata left by way of explaining the lack of the panther, which while not necessarily a lie, didn’t embody the entire reason of why. He had no intention of proclaiming the reason either.

Instead, he was subsequently distracted by Oliver’s message through their attuned bonds; almost a blunt expression of assault and siege upon the air. Something keen to either frustration or disappointment segmented its way into the General’s bones, into his mettle, and sought to maneuver, answer in return. Where are you?; in case Oliver required a rescue.

Oliver, meanwhile, might have run into some sort of luck. While his paws and claws missed again, the pheasant’s wild rampage did too, talons intending to grip his head slipped through the air, and the fowl simply continued on, into the brush. Perhaps by pure circumstance, or realizing his flock had cleared out of the way, out of range, once more, the male intended to evade and escape, ducking deep into thorns and nettles, following the scents of his own.

--

Rance, Jigano, and Deimos have successfully added to the cart’s stockpile.

Oliver missed, but so did the pheasant, and the bird intends to escape into the underbrush.

Oliver first, please, and then hopefully we can wrap this up!
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#51
OLIVER
A frustrated growl left the small leopard as the bird flew off. He let out a small puff sound in annoyance before starting the journey back to the cart. It's fine. The damn thing flew off. He was biting back some nasty choice words right now, but he was absolutely fuming like a kettle ready to be poured.

Soon, the leopard would emerge through the bush into the opening once more and... he looked like absolute shit. Mud was caked on all his paws, along with his front arms. Since he had faceplanted, it was also all over his face and ears, clumping together and completely masking the fact that he once had white parts on his face. The splotches and colorful markings were no more as they had turned an ugly brown color. Along with this, there was a clear cut on his cheek, which was still bleeding and staining his fur a red color.

I'm sorry I don't have anything. He was so angry with himself. Not only did he fail, but he also looked like an ugly idiot.


Oliver returns back! He's super sad, grumpy, and hates himself because he's ugly thanks to mud and blood.
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Jigano Silversmith
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#52
Deimos had some luck as well, it looked like, and Jigano pulsed a return feeling of pride that they'd each managed something for their trouble. The woods had not been kind to them today, but at least they weren't as empty-handed as he'd feared they'd be earlier. Two deer was respectable, and Rance's pheasant was an admirable addition given his size versus his prey's. Jigano finally managed to get the doe pulled fully into the cart and stepped back, shaking his scaled head and spitting out fur even as he shifted back to his more demure fox form.

It was easier in that form to give Deimos a narrow-eyed gaze at hearing that Sunjata had 'left.' He might not have been able to focus on the details of the pain and emotions coming through the Attuned bond earlier, but something had clearly happened. Given Deimos's cryptic comment from the start of the hunt he had a guess as to what...

But no proof. Which suited him just fine, at the moment.

Oliver's appearance, empty-pawed and sullen, might have earned an eyebrow in the bard's human form. He had thought his own luck had been bad, but it appeared that Oliver's had been worse. You don't need to apologize, he said instead, opting for tact, as he kept his tone gentle. Hunting takes practice. Each form has its nuances, too, and what works in one may not in another. We can wash up in a stream on the way back to town and get any injuries tended to once I can see them all. That went for Deimos and Rance as well, of course. At least, being all Outlanders, no one would mind the use of Healing magic to soothe their hurts after the day's struggles.
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#53
Rance landed on the edge of the cart upon returning, staying out of the way of those depositing their kills. He briefly fluffed up his neck feather in an almost instinctual display of pride at Deimos comment. He might not have been able to tackle larger prey, but he did his part. And it seemed Deimos had taken down a deer as well. Whether he had done it alone or with the missing panther, only the trees would know. You, too. Where are these headed, anyway? Sold to a butcher? He was far to curious not to ask. He almost asked about their missing member as well, but there had been a rather… tense air about the feline and Deimos. Maybe if Rance had known either of them better, but for now it was better not to ‘poke the bear’.

The lack of panic in Oliver’s ‘voice’ kept the raven on his perch, and a good thing, too. A few moments later, the spotted cat returned, looking worse for wear, but mostly unharmed. Had Rance not experienced the ferocity of the local wildlife himself, he might have found Oliver’s bedraggled appearance amusing. Instead, he found himself sympathizing. If he hadn’t been with Jigano, he likely wouldn’t have caught anything either. Those birds were fuckin’ insane, he commiserated.

Jigano’s offer was met with an avian head tilt. I didn’t get hurt, but I wouldn’t mind gettin’ the blood off my talons.
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#54
Deimos
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No rescue attempt necessary soon after the message rang out – Oliver appearing through the brush looking as though he’d had better days. The tiger’s gaze settled upon the muddy coat and cut cheek, head tilting vaguely in a movement reminiscent of his human form, entangled in predator curiosity. You are fine he announced, not remotely bothered Oliver’s attempts hadn’t amounted to anything. How many other times had such a thing occurred to any carnivore? One couldn’t predict a prey’s machinations or methods to ensure it didn’t go down. It would be something entangled and embroiled with more experience, more time, more practice. Jigano echoed his sentiments, offered healing on the outskirts of thereafter.

Rance’s inquiry allowed the his attention to meander away from Oliver and the Sage, and the beast shifted towards his bear form, stronger, tougher, larger, to entangle his jaws around the harness and rope he’d tied towards the wagon, intending to drag it towards town. I can take care of them. Any of you are welcome to help if you want to learn. No need for a butcher, with the sheer amount of times he’d gutted prey. Then I can freeze them, and store them for whomever needs the meat in the winter. He could always place it in the Temple, up for grabs whenever the weather made food scarce and inhabitants hungry. Their actions would only benefit the Hollowed Grounds; providing, proffering, offering support in the upcoming darker, harsher days. Thank you all for the assistance he pulsed and pervaded, and then began the trek out of the woods, dragging the cart behind.

--

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