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I really want to write something but I am so stuck
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I can add something to my last post if you want. I should have prompted your next post a little better
I am out of signature ideas
@whalekeeper If you want to, that would be helpful. Either way, I will try to have something by tonight.
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*snort* hehe, Lucy, you’re the best
If I wrote The Adventures of Lucille Dali ™, a quarter of it would be about Lucy getting annoyed with Paul. She’d pretend to be an apartment tenant and write to her mother complaining about him, because her mother is the landlady.
If you want to, that would be helpful.
Yes ma’am, gimme two shakes
I am out of signature ideas
Lucille
Mel’s eyes glittered. She seemed enraptured by the new sight, even if it was dangerous. She propped her chin on the root and didn’t make a sound. Lucy followed suit.
As the two girls watched, the crow began to look a little different from the others. His ink black feathers fluffed up here and there, untidy and chaotic. His chest bone jutted out like a boat hull, and he was smaller than the other crows from before.
“He looks kinda scruffy,” Lucy whispered.
Even as she said it, sharp bird cries echoed somewhere in the sky, and the crow turned his head around to stare upwards. Lucy gaped as the left side of his head shone in the faint light – exposed skull. The feathers and skin were gone. It looked like something had attacked him a long time ago, and left him for dead.
The crow’s eye was still intact and he focused on the sky. He made a soft, throaty sound.
Suddenly, a couple other crows swooped down and landed on the nest. Their claws cracked the sticks and the small crow squawked. He backed away from the others, making himself as small as possible.
The other birds began to tear the nest apart. It was as if their instincts had kicked in, and this was merely another piece of carrion to investigate. The small crow cried out, then crouched low again.
Lucy’s eyes widened. She reached for her hatchet and glanced at Mel.
I am out of signature ideas
I think fighting off bullies is just their thing now.
Mel
Mel sat her snail gently down on a nearby leaf, then dug out a rock from the dirt. She lifted it up and readied her aim at one of the larger birds.
The crows had pulled apart a large part of the nest and were finding hidden scraps of food and trinkets under the sticks and branches. The smaller crow let out a few quiet sounds of distress as they invaded his stash.
Just as one crow pecked at what looked like an old bike chain, Mel threw the rock. It hit the bird’s shoulder and made it cry out in surprise. It squawked again angrily and turned on the little crow with its wings raised. Before it could attack, Lucy and Mel jumped out of their hiding spot and ran to the small crow’s aid.
Mel yelled loudly. She figured this was just like chasing off the seagulls in mall parking lots, except bigger. She grabbed one of the sticks from the nest and swung wildly.
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Fighting off mean people is a bonding experience
Lucille
Maybe if things had been different, the girls would have been swept up and carried away in an instant. But they surprised the crows – wild things who probably hadn’t seen humans before.
Mel made an excellent row. Her tangled amber hair and swinging arms caught the labyrinth creatures off guard.
Lucy dove in too. It wasn’t exactly easy to fight the birds, because if she got too close, they were overpowering. One of them tried to peck her. She yelled and chucked her hatchet. The blade missed, cutting the edge of the bird’s wing, but it sheared feathers, and drops of blood fell.
“No! Scissors! No!” The crow cawed. Its voice, inhuman and crude, ended in a cry.
Lucy blinked. She glanced at her hatchet. It didn’t even have two blades. Then it hit her, and she pointed at the garden shears in Mel’s pocket. “Uh, yeah. Scissors!”
The crows shrieked in discomfort. The thought of scissors made them pause to evaluate the situation. At that, the small crow got back to his feet and began defending his nest again.
I am out of signature ideas
Sorry for taking so long. No excuse.
Gabriel Mai
Gabriel drew his blades, adjusting his mask. “A hound-like creature. Lucy and I met it earlier.” He sighed. His body was aching and tired. He didn’t want to deal with this now. Hopefully the monster would pass by.
The clicking paused, before beginning again at a slower pace, creeping closer. The long, whip-like tail slipped at the top of the brush. It cut through the fog as the clicking got ever closer.
“I’ll take out the tail first,” Gabriel whispered. He didn’t know how Huntress handled in a fight, but she should at least know his first move.
When your charries have it so rough you are learning how to color dark under eyes...
@rae nahhh you’re good
Huntress
“A hound-like creature. Lucy and I met it earlier.” Gabriel explained.
I saw it creeping through the fog as he spoke. Most of its body was obscured, but its long, thin tail poked through the bushes it was likely crouching in.
“I’ll take out the tail first.” he said.
I nodded.
The clicking got closer….and closer…and then stopped.
Was it intending to pounce?
I wondered if I should wake up my teammates, but decided they were too far away right now and I had to focus on the creature.
Gabriel made his move.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
@kielah-h
I’ll rp tomorrow. It’s just not there tonight.
When your charries have it so rough you are learning how to color dark under eyes...
@rae all righty then.
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Gabriel Mai
Gabriel waited until he had closed the distance to let the red veins go down his blades. As he had said, he went for the tail first, blades ready to come down. Out of the fog came the set of three griffon-like claws. Gabriel had already launched himself for the tail, unable to move out of the way midair. Instead, he put his blades to protect his body. The claws hit his blades, sending him back down into the ground. He tried to turn his body to catch his landing, but hit the ground on his side. He had managed to slice through two of the claws most of the way, but the creature didn’t seemed pained. Almost as soon as Gabriel hit the ground, the tail came clashing down. Gabriel rolled onto his stomach, the tail hitting the ground beside his shoulder. Getting to his feet, he gritted his teeth. The creature knew what he was doing even through the fog.
When your charries have it so rough you are learning how to color dark under eyes...
Huntress
Gabriel fought with the creature for a minute as I tried my best to avoid being struck by them both.
It was clear that we were at a distinct disadvantage–it could sense us through the fog, whether it was using sight, or hearing, or something else weird like infrared sense.
“You said we gotta go for the tail?” I asked.
Gabriel nodded before leaping out of the way to dodge said tail.
I took a couple more swings at it with my knife before realizing I did have one of my pistols with me. I hadn’t thought to check if it had any ammo, but it was too late for that now.
I pulled it out and aimed at the beast’s head. The shot didn’t kill it, but it was now bleeding and vulnerable on that side.
Unfortunately, that also made it angrier.
(Sniper and Soldier are still sleeping through all this lollllll……..maybe I’ll wake them up soon idk)
Gerald handled that. You don’t question Gerald. (if you know you know)
Gabriel
A loud sound ripped through Gabriel’s ears. The hound monster howled in pain, bleeding from something Huntress had done to it. He was taken aback by the sound at first, it pounded and rang in his eardrums. What was it?
He gathered himself, it didn’t matter, there was an opening. He ran for it. But the tail came swinging his way again. He had no choice but to dodge. As soon as he ducked, the claws came out of the fog again, slicing at him a second time. The sharp tips grazed his sleeve, barely missing the skin of his shoulder. His blades came around, slicing down on the creature’s ankle. It howled, tail swishing through the air again. Before he could do more damage, Gabriel had to move away again.
“Huntress, he’s focused on me right now. Even after you hurt him, he’s ignoring you as if he doesn’t notice you in the fog. Try to get close to him, I’ll—” he dodged the claws again, tumbling on the damp moss. “Go!” Gabriel waved his glowing knives at the monster, in an attempt to keep its focus on him.
When your charries have it so rough you are learning how to color dark under eyes...
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