Wolf Hair
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Post by Avalon on Feb 26, 2015 5:01:37 GMT
word count;411 It was a cloudless sky and pale blue signifying that the sun was at it's hottest and most humid. She could barely see the wispy layers and feathery strokes it was painted on. From the musky and muggy chilled air from the forest to the open blazing sunlight that sent her sweating in place. Avalon was just finishing up her hunt and level grinding for the day so she stumbled upon a wide open though humid clearing that she had not explored before. She had been dragging her frets tiredly through the whispering forestry of uneven grounds and slippery mosses littering the floor. Although she had increased her level by a fair amount, she still didn't see the spot of moss that had sent her stumbling onto the muddy dirt. She swore she had heard animalistic grunts that sounded like they were mocking her clumsiness. Now she had blotches of dark spots on her leather armor, as she frowned looking at the results of her unfortunate accident. She was glad that no one saw the incident or else, she would utterly embarrassed. Plopping herself against a large tree for some needed shade, she took a deep breath in finally being able to get some relaxation and down time for herself. She wished that she could see some formed clouds so she could spend her time figuring out what they looked like just for fun. It reminded her of when she was just a young child with no care at all and running away from her older cousins until she ran out of breath. Somehow they were able to calm her down and she began to enjoy staring up at the clouds and peacefully telling them what they looked like. Her cousins thought it was just adorable but she didn't care. Some minutes later, she heard a rustling and thumping, maybe just a few feet away. She heard talking but no one else was there. The only sign of life was a small frenmic rabbit sniffing the grass in curiosity and darting it's head around in circles. Where's the foodies? I smell but...there's a person! Oh no, but it's from there! Avalon got up carefully and fished out a biscuit from her pouch hoping the rabbit wouldn't be that scared to accept. She used the tongue of nature's assistance to help her speak to it. "It's for you, don't be scared," she smiled gently as she placed the food in front. GwylligiCODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Gwylligi on Feb 26, 2015 15:59:47 GMT
As someone who had grown up living on the seashore, Griff was more than used to muggy days like this. When the hot air from the west would come along with the sea foam, making that all too familiar smell of salt permeate every building within town, there was no way you could ignore the muggish heat. It made summers there almost impossible to enjoy, and it was one of the many things that had driven him to play games during the summers when he was a kid. Unfortunately, his beloved salt smell was gone and all that was left was the wet heat. To be honest, he didn't understand how it could be both so wet and so far away from the coast. It hadn't been raining recently as far as he had noticed, and though he was under the canopy of those verdant trees, he was absolutely certain that he would have noticed one way or another if it had started raining during the last few hours. Without anything to suggest that kind of water supply, how could it get this humid? Well, whatever the case, he was just glad for his lack of a shirt. Though he was sweating, he knew that if he had to lug around the heavy set of iron armor that came with his class that he would be sweating all the more and that was not something that he wanted to do. After all, it was hard to make friends when you smelled of perspiration. Of all the things that he missed from the human world, and there were very few of those, he missed deodorant. His presence here in the forest was undeniable - he was here to kill things and train. The way that he saw it, he needed to get stronger if he was going to be able to protect anyone, and that meant that he was going to need to start subjecting himself to challenges. He was too low level right now to power through dungeons, even with a good party, so he was going to need to train solo for the time being. The squealing of the pig that he was filled the air as he fired his second shot of the fight, piercing it's leg. Were this the real world, he noted with a slight twinge of annoyance as he had to dive over the pig again to avoid a third charge, that shot would have made this thing stop throwing itself at him. Instead, he wound up hitting the ground hard as his foot got nicked by the top of the pig's back, his attempt at rolling it off failing badly. Gwyl's mind raced rapidly as he attempted to work out exactly what he should be doing now. If he continued fighting like this, there was absolutely no way that he would avoid getting sent to the cathedral. He could bunker down but with the amount of aggro from this thing he severely doubted that it would stop attempting to gore him any time soon. Thus, he had to find another way of doing this. There had to be another way of fighting this thing that didn't wind up with him getting a tusk through the belly. "Well... there's never any shame in choosing a new strategy."--- Two minutes later, he was running through the forest, every so often turning around and firing a quick shot at the pig. He had chosen something five levels higher than himself in an attempt to get better EXP and to have more of a challenge - not to mention the higher class ingredients he would get for doing this - but perhaps it was too hard of a challenge. He had already fired six full strength shots into the beast, and it was only down three quarters of its health. He really bloody needed a new pistol. Quickly shifting through the menu as he ran, he finally gave into temptation and put on his armor. A quick haze flicked around his body and the iron suit appeared, weighing him down and allowing him to survive the next hit from the pig which slammed straight into the square of his back, sending him tumbling end over end. Shit... down to 5% health... Standing up, panting slightly, he noticed a young girl sitting under one of the nearby trees, apparently enjoying the shade of the day. Well, that made his decision all the more grounded. He couldn't get sent to the cathedral without putting on at least a slight show of being better than this thing. *Bang*"SQUEE"Wordcount: 765
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Wolf Hair
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Post by Avalon on Feb 27, 2015 5:47:47 GMT
| ❝Did you just speak to me?” the rabbit squeakily replied curiously, as it sniffed the air relentlessly. Avalon thought the small rabbit was just adorable. It was barely a foot tall, considering that it was only the first level, fuzzy cinnamon colored fur, and pointed ears that seemed too big for it’s head. It was a little baby bunny! Avalon bit her rosy lips slightly to resist the constant urge to squeal in excitement and joy at the creature. With it’s minuscule figure, she thought the rabbit would be swept off easily in the flowing winds. Ever since she was a young child living in Manchester, she had always yearned for a pet of her own but she had been denied the opportunity multiple times no matter what she would do or say. Envious of the joy her friends had displayed expressing their love for their pets, she wished so hard that she ha thought reassured herself every night that she would receive said pet eventually. No matter what she would do; clean up the house, doing well on her etiquette lessons without complaining on how boorish it was, and volunteering to do other such help for her family—it was just not enough to get what she wanted. Avalon even tried those puppy dog look that had worked so well on her uncle but to no avail, not on the person she had hoped for. After she would graduate, if she ever did manage to return home—she would live her life on her own terms. This was why she was elated that she was able to switch her class and pick a sub class called Animal Trainer that would allow her to keep her own pet though it required being able to tame them herself. She had just thought she was only able and allowed to just defeat the monsters before. When she had finished level grinding, she had decided to make it easier to communicate with them and hopefully gain their trust by picking the skill Tongue of Nature. Since she had always wondered what animals were thinking, she thought this skill was the next best thing. Talking with them would help pass the time when she didn't have any adventurers to converse with especially since she was mostly a solo adventurer than supporting a party unless one of her close comrades really needed it.
Her mouth curved upwards and gave a soft expression hoping it would assist her in reassuring the little creature that she meant her no harm. “Yes I did, aren’t you hungry little one?” she asked the rabbit with a soothing tone of voice as she emphasized the prospect of satisfying it’s hungry. To be honest, the biscuit she was holding out to the small frenetic rabbit was the very best she could fish out of her pocket. The biscuit was made by male lander friend of hers who recently just started learning how to become a better cook. She was reluctant to taste test his concoctions but the nostalgia of him and his family taking her in as a lost low level adventurer many months ago made her think twice about denying him something he enjoyed. Avalon hesitantly tried his pale white biscuit too soggy to the touch eventually leading to an almost gagging reflex. In order to resist that gagging reflex, she blinked her eyes shut tightly with a small teardrops. It had musky and watery taste that her throat couldn’t accept. Still, she told her lander friend with a shaky smile that it wasn’t that bad though needed some improvements. At least she didn’t throw up right in front of him and didn’t say it was delicious. It would only lead to him thinking he was already a good chef and many people throwing that back at his face. Maybe a memorial day when many had stomachache and the doctors were overwhelmed by the sheer amount with only him to blame. But maybe the small fluffy frenetic bunny didn’t mind the stale taste of the biscuit. Besides, who knew what the rabbits exactly ate when adventurers were not around? She just had to wait and see how the small rabbit would react on it’s own or even if the rabbit would even accept her of a small biscuit.
“Yeah, I am hungry. Can I?” the rabbit said with lingering hope in it’s eye though shivering slightly probably nervous at a towering being staring down at it. If it was her in it’s place, she would be intimidated as well so she couldn’t put it past the poor monster. “Of course you can,” Avalon chirped up with joyful grin as extended her arms outward. The little rabbit thumped up it’s back legs and began hopping cheerily toward Avalon’s location. It began sniffing the medium sized white biscuit rapidly and once she thought it felt the food was safe, it started nibbling slowly on the biscuit and then on full throttle. Avalon closed her eyes for a moment and slightly giggled when the rabbit’s nose gave her tickling sensation. The small rabbit back away slowly most likely in it’s surprise at the sudden surprise in her movement with a frown written on it’s face She scratched head for a moment in apology, “Sorry about that,” and shrugged slightly, “You’re nose was sort of tickling me,” as she cocked her head to the side. She just hoped that she wouldn’t cause the small rabbit to run off because of the surprise. It was funny now. On her first day in the forced entry to this strange world, she was immediately sent into a whirlwind of fights—that was all she knew. Fighting, battles, and surviving. Now here she was, making friends with the first type of monster she had killed as a young adventurer. How did that happen? The nostalgia and memories of her young childhood days somehow brought back some of the humanity left in her. She remembered she wasn’t just a hunter, she was also Scarlett from Manchester. A girl torn between high society and living in the fast lane, still trying to find herself in a big world. The rabbit stood up on it’s two back legs as it gazed at her steadily, “What’s tickling?” as it cocked it’s head slightly in curiosity. Avalon chuckled not only at familiar habit she would usually display. But when the rabbit cocked it’s head slightly to the side, it was cuter than when she did it. “Um it’s when someone—“ she started to explain cheerfully until she was cut off. Bang!
Was that the sound of a pistol from an adventurer in the Windsor Greatwood? That would attract more monsters to wherever the adventurer was located and shot wasn’t too far away from her location. If it was her, she would have chosen a weaponry that catered to hit and run tactics, the silent hunter. She supposed everyone had their own styles of fighting. “What was that?” the small rabbit asked softly, shivering in place and seemed to unconsciously crawl into Avalon’s lap as a hiding spot. Pausing for a second, her eyes focused on the direction was coming from and shook her head sensing no malice nor ill-will directed at her. There wasn’t a thickening presence that left her breathless and anxious. She wondered what she should say to the small rabbit especially since one of those weapons could easily destroy it at any moment. Still, she didn’t want to sugar coat anything. “I believe it’s some type of weapon. You have to be careful about those, it’ll really hurt you,” she stated firmly as emphasized the last part of the sentence. It felt a little strange telling a monster she would normally hunt down to be careful of adventurers’ weaponry. But she had grown attached to the little rabbit and could not imagine nor didn’t want to land itself into trouble and be in a pain. The small rabbit then asked a question she had not expected. “So will you protect me then?” the small monster asked as it whimpered in place. Okay, maybe she should have sugarcoated the answer a bit. Avalon was conflicted. As much as she would have liked the small thing to rely on her, she would have to eventually leave it back in the wilderness. It’ll be vulnerable once again but for now, she’ll defend it as best as she could. “Sure, I’ll protect you for a while,” she responded soundly though continued with a straight face, “But you have to learn how to become stronger okay?” and the rabbit nodded and crawled up on top of her shoulders. It sent a genuine smile to her lips, the rabbit seemed to finally trust her.
Avalon’s wolffish ears perked up and her animalistic senses heightened hearing the rustling the leaves and thunderous stomping sounds coming toward their location. Bang! Another gun shot heard and her eyes darted at the scene before her, a young well-built man with muscles bulging in his perfectly proportionally body like boulders. With her feral amber eyes glowing, she could plainly notice that his knees were shaking continuously and panting heavily, out of breath. He was a warden elf but why wasn’t he heavily armed and protected? After all, that was their trademark. He was wielding a pistol gun, a bit shabby looking and it might even break soon or later. There was a sparkling of anima that burst into nothingness. Did he go through all that trouble to defeat a single monster? Was he even okay? She might as well check up the poor guy since she couldn’t just leave him alone when he already seemed on the brink of death. “Hold on tight, I’m going to check up on the guy,” she said to the rabbit who still latched on to her shoulders. “But, he looks scary!” the little rabbit exclaimed with it’s body wobbling around in place. Avalon reassured the rabbit soothingly saying it would alright and carefully stood back up, while dusting off the dirt and moss. Remembering the encounter with the hit man adventurer, she cautiously brought her Archangel bow just as a precaution. She learned her lesson and to be more aware of the hit man sub class. Avalon briskly walked over the athletic built young man, “Here let me help you a bit,” as she offered to have him lean on her for support. Oh shit. Loud grunting and snorting, leaves crushing was charging closer and closer. A level ten pittered boar. That was no sweat for her to defeat though the large sized tusks and body made it quite intimidating to some others. “Sorry, have to take care of this first,” she apologized and motioned her rabbit buddy, “Stay with him for a while okay,” with a slow nod from the creature, it jumped down from her shoulders and guarded the man. She bent down slightly holding onto Archangel tightly with great focus trailing on her target. Quick draw! The arrow was sent zooming onto it’s target at a rapid speed and the immediately the boar burst into sparkling anima. The noise from the bullet must have attracted more attention from the nearby monsters. She swiftly sped over the man and greeted, “I’m Avalon, I’m just here to help,” and fished out a bottle, “It’s not much but it’s all I got right now.” The rabbit hopped back to her shoulder quickly and snuggled against her face, feeling it’s warmth.
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