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thearena2015-02-07 12:34 am
biiowiired) wrote in thearena2015-02-07 12:34 am
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Turn to something new....
Who| The Ψiioniic biiowiired & Gary Epps a_minute_younger
What| Gary's promises of cave shelter turn into an angry cave bear attack
Where| Ice Age: Caves
When| Jan 31
Warnings/Notes| Bear stabbing probably
Psii had never experienced snow. He'd kept to warmer wilds, deserts, and the occasional settlement after he escaped slavery in the city. He was a bundled up bag of lanky sticks, but he could at least avoid freezing in his new winter gear. Courtesy of sponsors, he now had a parka firmly zipped against the elements and a rolled blanket tied to his back with rope he'd twisted from reeds. His ugly ugg boots were still in a sorry state, and he kept to more rocky ground to avoid soaking them through. He'd have to kill something fast and use its pelt for added insulation if he wanted to keep his toes.
Psii hadn't braved examining any of the caves yet, even if trolls (especially jadebloods) were known to inhabit them. Caves usually had things in them, and so far Psii had settled for hunkering down in a thick copse or up in a tree. He wanted to avoid confrontation if possible, but that meant he had to keep moving. If he stayed in one place, someone—or something—was going to find him. Psii, being nocturnal, did not fear the coming night, but the mist closing in on the arena would impair visibility even for trolls. He was relieved he had the foresight to explore as much as he did already.
Psii was passing the general vicinity of the caves when a sound made him suddenly jerk to a stop. Damn, he should have noticed someone near earlier, but he was no Disciple. He didn't have her fine-tuned hearing from hunting and tracking. He remained still, bloodpusher racing and foggy breath puffing double-time, hoping a tall troll with four orange horns would simply be overlooked.... haha, yeah right. His two-color eyes were wide, but he had no optic blasts to save him now.
biiowiired & Gary Epps a_minute_youngerWhat| Gary's promises of cave shelter turn into an angry cave bear attack
Where| Ice Age: Caves
When| Jan 31
Warnings/Notes| Bear stabbing probably
Psii had never experienced snow. He'd kept to warmer wilds, deserts, and the occasional settlement after he escaped slavery in the city. He was a bundled up bag of lanky sticks, but he could at least avoid freezing in his new winter gear. Courtesy of sponsors, he now had a parka firmly zipped against the elements and a rolled blanket tied to his back with rope he'd twisted from reeds. His ugly ugg boots were still in a sorry state, and he kept to more rocky ground to avoid soaking them through. He'd have to kill something fast and use its pelt for added insulation if he wanted to keep his toes.
Psii hadn't braved examining any of the caves yet, even if trolls (especially jadebloods) were known to inhabit them. Caves usually had things in them, and so far Psii had settled for hunkering down in a thick copse or up in a tree. He wanted to avoid confrontation if possible, but that meant he had to keep moving. If he stayed in one place, someone—or something—was going to find him. Psii, being nocturnal, did not fear the coming night, but the mist closing in on the arena would impair visibility even for trolls. He was relieved he had the foresight to explore as much as he did already.
Psii was passing the general vicinity of the caves when a sound made him suddenly jerk to a stop. Damn, he should have noticed someone near earlier, but he was no Disciple. He didn't have her fine-tuned hearing from hunting and tracking. He remained still, bloodpusher racing and foggy breath puffing double-time, hoping a tall troll with four orange horns would simply be overlooked.... haha, yeah right. His two-color eyes were wide, but he had no optic blasts to save him now.