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thebastion2015-09-18 09:56 am
dragonsorcsandwolves) wrote in thebastion2015-09-18 09:56 am
Entry tags:
Om'riggor
Who: Rob, Paarthurnax, anyone else
Open: Open
When: idk sometime earlier in the week maybe?
Where: Between the entrance and the Dragonfield, then the Dragonfield
What: Rob no
Format: Any
Warnings: Blood, animal death, metafictional cultural appropriation, confused grandpadragon, poor life choices, Rob what the hell were you thinking you could've died!
After he'd killed his first elk along with Tobias, Rob had had a thought. The thought had been extremely persistent and he'd finally given in to going through with something that he'd first read about a few years ago. Even he knew right away that this was far from the wisest course of action, but that knowledge ultimately wasn't enough to overcome his emotions. Thus, before anyone else woke, taking nothing with him but his shorts, shoes, amulet, and axe, he headed out onto the Skyway.
With the Skyway as it was, tracking an elk wasn't as difficult as it could have been. The biggest challenge was in what to do with it once he found one and cornered it on a peninsula. He knew its threat display wasn't being made idly, but he was on a mission and wasn't willing to back down, which to no one's surprise resulted in the elk taking more direct action.
As the elk came at him, Rob took a deep breath and roared at it as he brought up his axe. He blocked its antlers, but it twisted its head and the sudden movement pulled the axe from his hands and flung it to the ground. Dodging to avoid being struck by its hooves, he stumbled and hit the ground, then had to roll to avoid being stomped on. He got to his feet quickly, but hadn't even finished standing before the elk swung its antlers at him again. Two points of its antlers tore open his chest and sent him to the ground again. Teeth clenched, he grabbed his axe from the ground and leapt to his feet, only to see the elk starting to run now that he wasn't blocking its escape route. Ignoring the pain and the blood pouring down his chest, he sprinted forward, trying to cut the elk off before it entered an area with more space to maneuver in. He couldn't manage to fully get in its path and so made up the distance with a swing of his axe, drawing a red line along its left front shoulder. It veered off and Rob skidded switching directions to block off its next movement. It reared up and he ducked under its kick, coming up just in time to block its antlers with his axe, his axe breaking off two points while another point tore a line down the thumb-side of his left hand. He gave a yell and a hard shove to push the elk away, finished getting to his feet, and swung at the elk with a roar. He had used up most of his stamina with the sprint, making his attack weaker than it would otherwise have been and the resulting cut shallow. The elk pulled back from him and he advanced after it, axe looping in an infinity symbol to preserve its momentum. The elk kicked at him again and he had to dodge, making his next attack miss. Another kick came, but this time he managed to slash open the elk's upper leg, causing it to stagger when it tried to put weight back on it. He moved in for the kill, but it still had fight left in it and swung its antlers at him. He was too close to properly dodge and felt bone strike bone as an antler point hit his forehead, making him see stars and knocking out vision in his right eye as blood poured down his face and the eye reflexively closed. He staggered, then roared and charged back in. Dimly he was aware of a sudden pain as his left bicep was sliced open, but he continued his charge and cut the tendons on the elk's leg. The elk dropped with a cry and Rob circled back to finish it off. Its flailing antlers clipped his left shin, but he brought his axe up and brought in down in an executioner's swing on the elk's neck.
Suddenly he felt warm and couldn't see. He wiped at his eyes and was able to open them again to see the corpse of the elk on the ground, and himself covered in elk blood. He stood panting for a moment as the adrenaline burned its way out of his system, then fell back to sit on the ground.
Not having to cover yourself's supposed to be a good omen, right?
He grinned tiredly and held his axe over his head, blood dripping from it onto his face to mix with the blood already there.
"Lok'tar!"
He laughed and let himself fall back to lie on the ground, wincing as his head hit a rock but too tired to care beyond shifting to a more comfortable position.
I just hunted and killed an elk on my own without using a ranged weapon. I actually just did that.
He contemplated what had just happened in silence for a moment before he started to notice the pain his body was in and remembered that he'd been cut open a few times.
Am I allowed to heal? ...It is a test of my skills, and I've already finished the actual hunting part, so I should be good.
The casting came easily this time. His body glowed green, and the light arced into the air before plunging back into him and closing his wounds. He repeated the process twice more, healing all of the critical damage and stopping the blood flow. He sat up and looked at the elk, suddenly hungry.
...Do I really need to go through the trouble of cooking it?
He instinctively felt like eating raw meat was wrong, but he forced the feeling aside.
I've just been conditioned to think that. Besides, I can't chicken out on something minor like this. I just killed an elk on my own with just an axe. If I can do that, why can't I do other things I didn't think I could too? Hell, if I can do this, what can't I do?
Taking his axe in hand, he stood and walked over to the elk.
It wasn't bad.
Rob makes a bee-line for the Dragonfield upon returning to the Bastion, but if anyone's around he's kind of hard to miss, being covered in blood and lugging a large bundle wrapped in an elk pelt with a pair of antlers sticking out of it. If one can look past that, they may notice that he's moving more confidently than normal and seems to be in a pretty good mood.
"Hey, Paarthurnax? Can I ask you a small favor?"
Open: Open
When: idk sometime earlier in the week maybe?
Where: Between the entrance and the Dragonfield, then the Dragonfield
What: Rob no
Format: Any
Warnings: Blood, animal death, metafictional cultural appropriation, confused grandpadragon, poor life choices, Rob what the hell were you thinking you could've died!
After he'd killed his first elk along with Tobias, Rob had had a thought. The thought had been extremely persistent and he'd finally given in to going through with something that he'd first read about a few years ago. Even he knew right away that this was far from the wisest course of action, but that knowledge ultimately wasn't enough to overcome his emotions. Thus, before anyone else woke, taking nothing with him but his shorts, shoes, amulet, and axe, he headed out onto the Skyway.
With the Skyway as it was, tracking an elk wasn't as difficult as it could have been. The biggest challenge was in what to do with it once he found one and cornered it on a peninsula. He knew its threat display wasn't being made idly, but he was on a mission and wasn't willing to back down, which to no one's surprise resulted in the elk taking more direct action.
As the elk came at him, Rob took a deep breath and roared at it as he brought up his axe. He blocked its antlers, but it twisted its head and the sudden movement pulled the axe from his hands and flung it to the ground. Dodging to avoid being struck by its hooves, he stumbled and hit the ground, then had to roll to avoid being stomped on. He got to his feet quickly, but hadn't even finished standing before the elk swung its antlers at him again. Two points of its antlers tore open his chest and sent him to the ground again. Teeth clenched, he grabbed his axe from the ground and leapt to his feet, only to see the elk starting to run now that he wasn't blocking its escape route. Ignoring the pain and the blood pouring down his chest, he sprinted forward, trying to cut the elk off before it entered an area with more space to maneuver in. He couldn't manage to fully get in its path and so made up the distance with a swing of his axe, drawing a red line along its left front shoulder. It veered off and Rob skidded switching directions to block off its next movement. It reared up and he ducked under its kick, coming up just in time to block its antlers with his axe, his axe breaking off two points while another point tore a line down the thumb-side of his left hand. He gave a yell and a hard shove to push the elk away, finished getting to his feet, and swung at the elk with a roar. He had used up most of his stamina with the sprint, making his attack weaker than it would otherwise have been and the resulting cut shallow. The elk pulled back from him and he advanced after it, axe looping in an infinity symbol to preserve its momentum. The elk kicked at him again and he had to dodge, making his next attack miss. Another kick came, but this time he managed to slash open the elk's upper leg, causing it to stagger when it tried to put weight back on it. He moved in for the kill, but it still had fight left in it and swung its antlers at him. He was too close to properly dodge and felt bone strike bone as an antler point hit his forehead, making him see stars and knocking out vision in his right eye as blood poured down his face and the eye reflexively closed. He staggered, then roared and charged back in. Dimly he was aware of a sudden pain as his left bicep was sliced open, but he continued his charge and cut the tendons on the elk's leg. The elk dropped with a cry and Rob circled back to finish it off. Its flailing antlers clipped his left shin, but he brought his axe up and brought in down in an executioner's swing on the elk's neck.
Suddenly he felt warm and couldn't see. He wiped at his eyes and was able to open them again to see the corpse of the elk on the ground, and himself covered in elk blood. He stood panting for a moment as the adrenaline burned its way out of his system, then fell back to sit on the ground.
Not having to cover yourself's supposed to be a good omen, right?
He grinned tiredly and held his axe over his head, blood dripping from it onto his face to mix with the blood already there.
"Lok'tar!"
He laughed and let himself fall back to lie on the ground, wincing as his head hit a rock but too tired to care beyond shifting to a more comfortable position.
I just hunted and killed an elk on my own without using a ranged weapon. I actually just did that.
He contemplated what had just happened in silence for a moment before he started to notice the pain his body was in and remembered that he'd been cut open a few times.
Am I allowed to heal? ...It is a test of my skills, and I've already finished the actual hunting part, so I should be good.
The casting came easily this time. His body glowed green, and the light arced into the air before plunging back into him and closing his wounds. He repeated the process twice more, healing all of the critical damage and stopping the blood flow. He sat up and looked at the elk, suddenly hungry.
...Do I really need to go through the trouble of cooking it?
He instinctively felt like eating raw meat was wrong, but he forced the feeling aside.
I've just been conditioned to think that. Besides, I can't chicken out on something minor like this. I just killed an elk on my own with just an axe. If I can do that, why can't I do other things I didn't think I could too? Hell, if I can do this, what can't I do?
Taking his axe in hand, he stood and walked over to the elk.
It wasn't bad.
Rob makes a bee-line for the Dragonfield upon returning to the Bastion, but if anyone's around he's kind of hard to miss, being covered in blood and lugging a large bundle wrapped in an elk pelt with a pair of antlers sticking out of it. If one can look past that, they may notice that he's moving more confidently than normal and seems to be in a pretty good mood.
"Hey, Paarthurnax? Can I ask you a small favor?"