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if you wanna go first then go right ahead when a character talks i do "something" when theyre thinking i do 'italic' |
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alrighty!! I will likely do the same |
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okie dokie and about the war thing sure whatever you like im good with i aint picky |
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- The sun had sunk farther and farther, only a small sliver of orange visible over the peak of the snow-topped mountains. The sky was painted deep red and pink, casting darkness over the trees surrounding the clearing they were in. The sky had matched the snow. - Atticus's chest heaved in exhaustion, his eyes not daring to betray how near he was to crumpling to his knees. Bodies of his family friends and others were sprawled out, making a stomach-churning sight. His knuckles cracked as he gripped the handle of an axe, letting out a cry as he went up against an enemy wielding a spear. His bloodied palms had gathered enough strength to slash through the spear in one hit, somehow, causing the sharp end to fall to the snow silently. He stared into the eyes of the man before him, who was looking at the spearhead, not fully processing what had just happened. "Go! Get out of here before you won't have the legs to!" Atticus shouted at him, snapping him out of the trance he had fallen into out of demise. - He watched the man flee, tripping in the thick piles of snow as he did. These people, they had families. Why was this happening? Were they really the ones who had killed his father? There was no solid proof, but it was pretty damn sure. Atticus had started this out of sheer stress and the need to actually do something about his dad. Everyone who had wasted their last breath here may as well have been brought to death by his own hands. Hands, which were now grasping his arm and shoulder. Hitting the snow hard, he let out a yell and squirmed to face his attacker. Someone higher ranked? Atticus lifted his free fist to slam him in the face, but instead his knuckles were met with a knife. - The yell brought forth was sheer agony and anger as he felt the stone graze tendons. "YOU were the one who did this? All of this? We were eating and you find it humane to attack at nightfall? Think of the children before your hissy fit!" The man above him shouted. Or rather, young adult. He must've been only, what, sixteen? Atticus lowered his impaled fist as he thought about what to do, absentmindedly squirming below the much lighter boy. He couldn't kill him. His brows bunched together, and he reared up with a grunt. - The headbutt caused the boy to crumple off his body, falling limp in the snow, only unconscious. Atticus watched his skin flush to the cold, and grit his teeth in annoyance. Storming to the center of the fight, where he should've been, Atticus whipped his head around to survey the crowd and his back to make sure he wasn't assassinated. He needed someone of higher rank. He needed to show others he was serious about war when it came to his father. Ripping out the blade lodged in his hand, he let the blood pour down onto the snow. A war hostage, perhaps? |
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Sorry about it all being bunched together lol, fixed it a bit// |
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its fine and well not one digit just two your 84 im 65 but thats cool! - The snow falling heavier and hevier by the second, people figting, dying, or getting medical help over and over again like a loop. everything just falling down. The people and the snow. why did it have to come to war? why are people hungry for war. its hard to understand. why cant everything just be normal? no war, no death, no families crying/grieving over their dead husband and sons. of course there has to be war there always is. - Charlie was helping an injured man, a nearly dead man. a big slash on his back deep enough to see his spine but nothing broken. Charlie tried her best to help the people that needed her. once charlie tried helping the man she let him rest. she walks outside everything snowed over. she look towards where the sun was setting behind the mountians. all day shes been hearing yelling from the war, she wasnt located far from it she needed to be close to it so she could help the injured but not to close to be in the war. her father would hate that. - charlie ran to find people that were still alive and not yet dead. the freezing weather could easily kill her people on its own. no need for war. she say to men. a man getting his hand sabbed and he tried to punch the other one. she heard yelling but she couldnt make out the words due to her being far and the wind picking up. - charlie tried to keep her cries in wanting to yell stop to yell everything her heart desires but she cant she would die herself if she did, her father would start another war if she died and she knew that. she couldnt risk another war. especially if its because she died. she started heading back to her hut but she couldnt figure out where to go. her tracks were being covered by the new snow thats falling. |
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Noticed that too late lmao, I just realized that the number below our name is just the amount of forum replies posted in game// - Atticus was too exhausted. He knew his own clan was losing but he could do nothing about it. His wounds hacked into his body were taking their toll, and his clothing felt heavier than ever. He just had to.. rest. For a moment. But where was he? Atticus swore he was only a couple steps away, but with the blizzard, he couldn't see or even hear anyone. Not a single soul. Where the hell did he go? - Atticus called out for a friend, concerned, before his voice eventually faded. "Anyone!" He shouted, hoping his deeper voice could at least carry. He couldn't even hear himself, never mind anyone replying. Giving up, he trudged through the snow, following, what could possibly be, footsteps? In hopes for it to be a friend, he picked up the pace and forced his definitely soaked by now boots through the swiftly piling snow to take another step; perhaps all in futility. - It had been some time, maybe a few minutes? The moon was a distant wish to see by now. Atticus was exhausted, the footsteps by now well buried. Red splotches were visible in the snow still. To keep his hopes up, he considered the idea he just went in a big circle. 'If I am just going farther into the people who had slain my father's land Fenrir help me or I'll burn everything down and then myself.' His gripe bounced around, barely heard even in his own mind. Atticus's eyelashes felt heavy, perhaps frozen over. No, likely, by now. The weather seemed to only get heavier, which seemed impossible from how bad it already was. Wind had whipped his hair stiff, and burned the barely visible jawline fuzz. - 'Cold. So cold, cold, am I even moving?' The storm burned his thoughts into a loop of stating the obvious: Atticus was freezing, and not even jokingly to death. Looking down and squinting, he saw his boots falling into tracks. Was he following some earlier? He couldn't remember. Pain stung his feet and the numbness traveled higher and higher, each step shooting pain up his bones. The only parts of his body retaining feeling were his torso, chest, neck, and upper arms. Crawling was a heavy consideration at this point. The crunching of snow had finally reached his ears, except it wasn't his. - Squinting into the distance, Atticus could see a woman of an unknown clan, also looking lost. "You!" He cried out, jogging forward and almost stumbling as the wind picked up. "You're coming with me if you want to survive." He demanded, hoping it wouldn't fall on empty ears. His state was, well... nothing short of cripplingly weak. Even with the unnaturally violent storm, Atticus imagined himself in his mind's eye slouching in exhaustion and shouting at someone else through squinted eyes and frozen eyelashes. It made him wince, but he knew he'd have to drag someone else with him to survive. By force? He'd find out soon. - PS: spelling edits, nothing major |
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sorry i was gone for a while - Charlie was freezing she wrapped her arms around herself trying to get warm. 'will this get better? when will spring come? all this snow, so cold' she thought. she knew if she didnt get back soon her father would tear the world apart. she could feel the wind getting stonger, colder. ' what if i cant make it back? what will happen?' she knew what would happen - its been i couple of minutes until charlie heard someone say "you!, youre coming with me if you want to survive." charlie looked at where the voice couldve come from. she say a body of a cold man. she worried that he was talking about her so she tried to speed up in this snow. The snow coming down heavier and faster she was scared. hoping that she could get back before she got captured "help! someone... help!" she knew it was no use calling for help. no one could hear her no one was close enough. the blizzard wipping at her face making her freeze even more. tears going down her face from the wind hitting her. - everything was white, it was hard to tell where to go. would she ever make it back? will the man capture her? she was scared. she hoped that her father, or anyone could help her. "so.. cold" she barely said in a whisper. did she even say it? - i hope this is good enough. ill get more detailed if need to be. |
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No worries at all! It's totally fine, I understand if it's a bit harder to be detailed in the beginning// - A violent shiver sent a shudder through Atticus's body, trying to see what the person across from him's reaction was. Though he couldn't hear anything, he could make out distress and she seemed to try and struggle forward. He wasn't trying to hurt her, but Atticus knew he would have to resort to something he would rather not do. - Struggling forward, he forced his feet to pick up the pace and shove piles of snow off his shoes after every step. "This doesn't have to be as hard as it needs to be. If we help each other survive, you'll have to play war prisoner for a bit." Atticus tried his best to use his words before resorting to any force, hoping it didn't have to get to that. He looked at her through furrowed eyebrows, seeing she was equally as cold or even worse. Did she recognize him through everything going on around them? If anything, Atticus hoped it wouldn't spook her off even more. - The snow wasn't following any specific pattern anymore, whipping around as the wind changed direction seemingly after every second. Atticus's shaking hands put his axe in a loop in the leather belt around his waist, hoping it could possibly show he had no intent to be violent unless necessary. He winced as cold ate into his torso, feeling like claw marks had raked into his sides with each inhale. |
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what font are you using? - Charlie looked behind her worried, she stopped hearing the man say "This doesn't have to be as hard as it needs to be. If we help each other survive, you'll have to play war prisoner for a bit." she laughed a little at 'you'll have to play war prisoner for a bit' like hell she was going to do that, but what other choice does she have? shes lost, its cold, if she doesnt give up to him she would most likely die in this winter cold. charlie decided to keep going, not backing down. she could feel that she was close to the tribe. "HELP!" she cried out the wind blowing into her face making her cough out. nothing absolutly nothing. no one except for this man and her out here 'why did i have to come out here' charlie kept going pushing and pushing her way through the snow trying hard to get away, the man was the enemy and she had to get away just had to. - the wind blew harder, her face turning red as the winter wind hit her. charlie finally gave up and collapsed. the snow burring her. charlie curls up her breathing hard as she tried to warm herself up, no use. charlie closed her eyes in attempt to give up. her hands freezing her body shivering, cold, so cold. 'father would understand... right?' she thought as she felt her body start to relax in the snow. 'no more war, no more blood.. not for me' charlie lays in the snow still curled up. the wind slowly dying down. 'father, im sorry" she thought, thinking this was the last thing she would think. |
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