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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 7:24:05 GMT -6
Something large scuffs at my fallen body. I can't help it, and whine again. I can't talk... "Did Luci actually kill that kit fox?" the large mouseman asks. I can hear more footsteps. Someone grabbing my ear and turning my head. Cheesy breath on my face. Letting it drop, and hit the ground again. "Luci doesn't directly do the deed of murder, Gus. He's an assassin with a big mouth. There's more then one way to skin a fox, as they said." I can hear Jac's voice. But he said the last part in a manner that I can understand too. My stomach drops. What...?! "If it wasn't so torn up, his skin might be worth something to the riverside traders." The fire is growing, and it burns in my throat. It hurts, and I start to cough. "Well, can't have our triad pulled up out of our territory yet, so time to do what you do best Gus." +1
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 7:35:42 GMT -6
"Eat cheese?" "No, you dispose of the body. And we'll take the panilla. She's pretty tame looking, so could probably throw her to the poor sap who runs the bleeding heart of an adoption center. Rodent to rodent respect, y'know." The last amount of Jac's speech I can perfectly understand... its so deliberate. They were working together; cat and mousemen. How...wrong. Its hard to breathe when my coughs rack my body. Beneath my fur, I'm a pretty slim fox, but that doesnt' mean I have no muscle. "Who knows, might still be able to sell him. Wild animals with strange denna would be worth something to the labs." a mousy chuckle. "Uh, its DeeEnA, Jac." the larger mouseman says. "DNA." "Shut up Gus." Something starts trying to lift me up and antoher set of hands is grabbing my bag away from me. I know thats my knapsack and that is mine and I"m not letting go. My grip tightens.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 7:41:21 GMT -6
I can hear something scrabbling as Mira's trying to escape, but she's tied to my knapsack, and making panicked rodent noises. Have to... have to help. The larger mouseman's hand... its right in range. I can taste bile and blood in my mouth, but a cough wracks me again, and it hurts. It really hurts. But I turn my head and bite down on his arm. Fox bites aren't anything to trifle with either; we leave scars. He screams like a rodent being murdered and drops me. I'm literally hanging off his arm now. Mira... mira, please get out of here, I plead inside my head. Go, go away. "Eh, the hell are you?!" Jac turns around, and Mira bites him. His own fault for holding her so low down. She found purchase and starts biting away. The sound that Jac makes is actually quite beautiful. He doesn't drop her, but THROWS HER and my knapsack down. The squeal of rodent in pain that wasn't the mousemen...
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 7:49:26 GMT -6
My bite loosens in shock, and the mouseman has hold of my scruff with one hand and rips me off the damaged arm. He throws me down, and the blunt landing hurts. His blood tickles in my mouth as I spit it out. showing teeth, but its hard to be aggressive when you're blind. Trying to prop my upper torso up so I can look in the direction I can hear. I am not...a stray... get away... from us... I manage to get out before more coughs, and something isn't right. Its really constricting. "You've blackmarked yourself, you crazy sonofafix" Jac declared squeakily. "We'll be back, for you and your dirty rodent pet." they run for it. Ill contented barks from Mira, scrabbling noises, then something small bumping and rubbing into me. Wheek, wheek? she makes noises, almost questioning noises. Her paws are comign back red when touching me, I bet.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 8:04:33 GMT -6
I can't... stand up anymore. I fall, and hear splashing. My fur is wet... and I'm wet... and it hurts... Breathing hurts. What did that cat do... I've been scratched adn bitten in the past; mostly playfighting with my cousins or other young animals in the area. But they never bit hard or could do much damage with short claws. THe cats claws burned, where his teeth bit into me burned... something wasnt' right... but its fuzzy and I can't make out why... not to mention I can't see... It wasn't nighttime though... I don't hear Owl... Wheek? Mira shook herself off; but the patchy sticky red blood stuff wont' come off with just shaking. Her instincts made her freak out at the sight and smell of it, and it scared her. But she couldnt' run away. Picking at the tightened little thing that held her fast to the knapsack; of the fallen fox.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 8:11:41 GMT -6
She scratches at his not-fur a bit, making wheeking noises. His breath sounded very bad to her ears. Bad how? Bad as in difficult, but there were no ties. Nothing she could see. Patting her little paws through his neck fur, there were no snares or ties or anything... but he was down and bloody and bad breathing and... PANIC! When rodents panic, or at least things like guinea pigs, they scream. And thats exactly what Mira started doing. SHE STARTED SCREAMING. Rodent screams are very loud, and echoed in the empty gateway. WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK!!!!! She screamed until her little vocals couldn't take it anymore and curled up in the fallen fox's fur. He was bad. Bad bad and she wanted to run away but couldn't and Aaaaaah PANIC AGAIN Who cared if the cat heard her; who cared at all; someone, anyone... please HELP! But someone had heard... +1
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 8:45:12 GMT -6
Someone had heard. It was just an echo, but no echo sounds like screaming typically. It wasn’t any screaming words just screaming noises, maybe something like a haunted house. Grandpa said that they were spirits for the mansion today. The mansion path came Close to where the city walls around it, but didn’t go past the mansion at South. The path actually ended and you escaped into the beyond around the mines, a very common place to find things. The scavenger wasn’t sure, but they had a deep and higher and screaming. scavengers keep very weird thing. First day of finding potion ingredients, sell back to that all human who served the greenhouse brigade. Plants, rocks, bones, yes even rocks that was an unusual one, But it paid well. Almost as well as those fossil S, everybody seem to be looking for now. Several wanted out for them, because apparently wow skirt create dinosaurs. But there was another kind of screaming, rodent screaming, in more than one voice. What was going on? Dictated on iPad
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 11:37:55 GMT -6
Who was bloody screaming at midday? Its the edge of the city too. The scavenger saw guards patrolling regularly. Until he saw a cat mammalian, with fluffy fur and a messed up face running past him, and later on two humanish with rodent features. But they weren't chasing, but escaping. What the heck? The rodent screaming was getting louder, and was coming from the gate? Practically squealing in agony. Whose rat got in the most painful trap? Being prepared is part of being a good scavenger; the scavenger fished into his coat for a short blade, in cae something had to be killed. Because all three of those people wer bloodied. Wild monster, per chance? "Ello?" he called into the empty archway. WHEEK WHEEK WHEEEK WHEEK, it sounded like a stuck pig! "I warn you, I'm armed!" Wheek? WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK. Carefully inching inside, because he could smell blood. And what he found... was a murder scene?!
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 11:52:37 GMT -6
Ouch. The scavenger winced and held his hand briefly. Then the wheeking sounded very different to him. Multiple, terrified cries for help. Around the corner, there was what looked like a panilla?! over a fallen body of someone. Oh ship; the scavenger tossed off his cloak now, to be a 'insert species here', coming towards the body, because it was still alive. The blood smell so strong it made his head swim. "Hey, wake up. No time for napping, theres a monster around here, and you're bleeding all over the place." the scavenger tried shaking the still mammal's furry arm, but there was little response. He could barely hear breathing. The smell of bile and blood and such on the partially opened muzzle's breath. The muscles beneath the fur were tense. Rigor already?! Ship. Ship ship ship. Oh what was the thing... did he eat a clam or something? A raw clam?!
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 11:59:09 GMT -6
Cat! Cat! Was a cat! Help help, cat! The panilla freaked out worse, and was tethered to the bag lying next to the mammal. Ship luck this kid had; and the panilla was still alive? Was it poisonous?! "Did you do this?" he paid attention briefly to the panilla, checking the muscle of the mammal's neck. The muscles were stiffening up, and there were deep claw marks in his scruff and his back. No no! Cat cat cat! Cat attack! Saved! Help help! Fox goona die! Oh, so it was a fox? Looking back, he could see the blood slicked tail. Oh. Yep. fox. "He's all tense, was it that cat that ran away?" The panilla continued on about a cat and a fight and blood and was this close from an all out melt down. Rigor of the dead never took place before the corpse died. What did he do here... what to do.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 12:05:35 GMT -6
The intermittent tries to breathe were getting farther apart... the fox would suffocate shortly if something wasn't done. Damn it, what did he do in this time... there was nothing impeding his ability to breathe physically. Taking both hands, the scavenger pried open the fox's muzzle. Peering inside. No obstructions like he was choking... wait... what about that. The potion rock that the old lady wanted. The scavenger dove fro his cloak, pulling a bottle, one of those with a wide mouth and neck, corked with a metal cap. It popped off, and bile splashed on the gloved hands as a few golf ball sized stones dropped into his hands. Two went back, and one in his hand. Now or never time. Doing what? DOn't let fox die! fox save me! the panilla panicked throughly again. "Shat up for a bit. He might bite off my arm." The scavenger, with the golfball sized rock, stuffed his arm up to the shoulder down the fox's throat. Releasing the stone and wrenching his arm back up. Massaging the huge lump downwards until he heard something splash. +1
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 12:13:40 GMT -6
The minutes crawl by, and the fox is showing no real signs of improvement. But bezoars always work. They always do. Did he need a second one? Did it work? The scavenger's body posture is so tense he might be mistaken for a living statue. The panilla is so freaked otu she's shedding in place. there's significant chunk of fur missing in places off the fox's body too. His skin is actually very dark, and so is the fur beneath. How interesting. Didn't all foxes have red fur? There were oozing wounds in their skin... was it the reason why he was dying o the ground? Getting around, the scavenger wiped the residual dirts off his face, spat in the corner, then leaned forth and started to suck out the blood on the wound. Something tickled his taste buds as he spat out the mouthful of blood. The wound itself was an odd color.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 12:18:25 GMT -6
The color of the wound seemed to get better as he drained the blood from it, spitting in the corner. My god, he was gonna be sick about this,... oh urrrrp... He couldnt' finsih this. Turning away, the scavenger spat out the blood and lurched, vomiting his lunch up from earlier. Ugh... his whole insides were wrenching around. Really couldn't do the blood thing; REALLY NOT. The fox's wound wasn't turning purple around the edges anymore though. and ther were several more. The smells of blood, bile and vomit wafted through the gateway over the next several minutes, accented by the sounds of spitting and vomiting. the occasional panicked WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK WHEEK noises of the panilla. The scavenger pulled away several minutes later, green in the face and feeling like absolute ship. This took the cake over being motion sick on a boat. He barely heard breathing still, but it had not stopped. There was a heartbeat too, because the blood hadn't stopped flowing.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 12:24:34 GMT -6
Okay? Okay? Is fox okay?! the panilla asked over and over. The scavenger crawled away from his pile of sick and made another one. He couldn't stand the taste or smell of blood anymore; so being any sort of fighter was useless. "Damn it, wake up already!" the scavenger declared angrily, twisting around too fast and landing a punch in the fox's exposed gut. A strangled cry excaped the bloody muzzle as the creature's muscles contracted and it started to vomit up an ugly color of what he didn't want to know. But the bezoar should've worked... The fox lies there, gasping for breath with one paw on his chest, his long fox legs curling up against his abused gut. More coughing, more gasping, the muscles weren't so tense anymore. The scavenger could see in the semilight that the fox's eyes were glued shut with blood. Water... water... he found his waterskin, unscrewed it.
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Post by Kristofor on Sept 21, 2020 12:28:42 GMT -6
Squirting a few times over the fox's face to help unclot the blood holding his eyes shut. Couldn't imagine what it felt like. Sick as he felt, the scavenger worked to get the blooded strands of fur around his eyes unclotted. The eyelids were fluttering without control, fighting to open. He does succeed, but several eyelashes are left on the bottom lid. Blue unfocused eyes blink, and roll about in their sockets, resting on him. "Water, drink it." Offering the waterskin at the edge of the muzzle. The first time doesn't work at all, he tips too much and most of the water from that gulp spills out on his shirt, his fur, and the ground. This wasn't gonna work. Aha, a bag. The scavenger reaches over and drags the bag over to him, positioning it so the fox wasn't lying on his back. Carefully, he offered the water. again. This time, he took it.
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