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12/19/2015 11:58:58 PM
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[b]The First Night[/b]
[i]8:00 PM[/i]
The sun sets over a small bay on Corra, and the orange Rays of sunlight that deep in through cracks in between the dense foliage illuminate the forests. When night falls, and the moon shows and the stars shine in the sky, something claws its way out of hell. It growls and roars, as its bloodlust starts to form.
The Hunt has begun at a small creek, where a trail of blood and small tendrils lead like a gingerbread crumb pathway into the planet undergrowth.
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[b]Mute cautiously follows it[/b]
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Edited by elijah: 12/20/2015 4:35:19 AM[i] [/i]
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Jack is sitting near the bay. Waiting for fish to appear so he can catch them.
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A few fish whizz by.
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Jack reaches up and grabs it. He uses his stick to pull the meat from the bone. He sharpens the bones and starts a fire a cooks the fish.
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The fish's skin broils beautifully. The meat looks tender and soft.
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Jack eyes it closely. Not wanting it to turn out like those berries.
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[b]JT, in his bone suit, flicks his wrists down, and 2 rib cage bones pop out of the wrist area, and stays as the vines are going through the middle of the bone, and he follows the trail[/b]
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The forest gets very dark quickly while JT follows the path.
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[b]He readies his fists in front of him, slowly walking [/b]
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The blood gets more red and fresh, and the same track marks JT had saw in the crater appear on either side of the blood trail,
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[b]He runs his finger across the blood, tasting it to see how fresh exactly it is; a trick he was taught when hunting[/b]
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It is an hour fresh, where the previous were at least and hour and a half. It becomes almost impossible to see now.
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[b]He lays down, crawling slowly along the path[/b]
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A large structure can be seen ahead; a large overhang.
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[b]He slowly makes his way over, alert of anything, down to the last blade of grass moving too much[/b]
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The overhang walls are pained with blood and trophies; heads, eyes, fingers, the like. It leads off into a small cave, and a weird whispering can almost be heard.
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[b]He crawls into the cave, wary about the contents of it[/b]
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Many corpses hang from the ceiling, but the blood trail leaves to one. It hovers two inches off the ground.
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[b]He approaches it, looking at it[/b]
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It is Nate's corpse. He is hung by a makeshift loose. His eyes are rolled all the way up and Nate's tongue hangs out of his mouth.
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[b]Filled with pure rage, he puts the corpse down on the ground, and kneels before it, thinking to himself [/b]"I will fūcking destroy whatever did this"
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Edited by VertheAlt: 12/20/2015 12:48:27 PMSomething stands behind you. It's long horns glisten from the downpour and it grumbles slightly.
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[b]He turns, smiling because this is all to familiar to the hints of his youth, and he looks at the beast head to toe, getting whatever he can in it; strengths, weaknesses, etc.[/b]
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Blood trips from the corner of its mouth. It is a lion, standing on its hind legs; its horns glisten and look as sharp as razors. From what JT can see, it has 12 sets of needle thin, extremely sharp teeth (possibly more sets). It stands 10" wide and 12" tall, snarling. It clenches its fists.
