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1 year ago ::
Apr 21, 2012 - 5:46PM
#11
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- Gleemax RP Justicar
- Puzzlemaster
Date Joined:
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"To the forest, then."
The man turns to the north.
"We will need powerful allies. If we can find even one such ally in the forest, it is worth the risk."
Somewhere in the system there is an open ended list of all the lies we tell unblinking, thinking, what could we be living?
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1 year ago ::
Apr 21, 2012 - 6:28PM
#12
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The bear belts out an affirmatory roar and sets off to the north.
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1 year ago ::
Apr 21, 2012 - 6:51PM
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- Gleemax RP Justicar
- Puzzlemaster
Date Joined:
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The man keeps up with the bear to the best of his ability.
Somewhere in the system there is an open ended list of all the lies we tell unblinking, thinking, what could we be living?
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1 year ago ::
Apr 30, 2012 - 8:00AM
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((That's it? Y'all've just let this sit for a week?! *cracks knuckles*))
The sound of approaching danger slowly fades, mixing with the calm serenity of the wood and the steady rhythm of our two heroes skillfully picking their path on the dense forest floor. Eventually, only the sounds of mother nature and the panting of the Bear can be heard, and the Man thuds onto the moist ground, leaning against a nearby tree while coughing and sputtering between heaving breaths.
"If they do follow us this far in, they'll be traveling painfully slow even if they abandon their mounts. Now is the time to catch our breath," the Man chokes out. Smearing blood across his chin in a half-hearted attempt to wipe it off.
After several near-roaring breaths, and exhaustedly glancing back and forth for signs of danger, the Bear flops down and sighs, "Agreed."
After a few moments, with the pounding of their hearts in their ears slowly decreasing in intensity, the man looks up, almost as though reinvigorated. "Do you hear that, old friend?"
The Bear lazily looks up, cocking his massive head. Then, turning over his paw to see the moist dirt thinly coating the pads, his muzzle breaks into a toothy, almost menacing grin. "Water. There's water nearby."
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1 year ago ::
Apr 30, 2012 - 9:06AM
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Date Joined:
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He farts.
Real men hold shift. 
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1 year ago ::
Apr 30, 2012 - 6:53PM
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Date Joined:
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And then suddenly out of the oblivion steps a penguin. He waddles around fires a shot at a local herd of cattle and then disappears as soon as he arrived, as if, he was never there to begin with.
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1 year ago ::
May 02, 2012 - 5:02PM
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((And here I thought this died due to simple lack of interest; seems there's also trolls afoot. In that case...))
"What in the hells..." The Man starts, sitting up straight and looking around as he clenches his axe.
Looking a bit sheepish (for a massive bear), "Ah, sorry--"
"No, my odiferous ally." The Man stands, putting his hand to his ear. "Hoofbeats."
The Bear hastily rumbles to its feet, an incredulous look spreading across his ursine features. "Impossible! Woods this dense could never accomodate riders at that speed."
After a silent moment, listening to the agonizingly slow crescendo of thundering hooves in the distance, he continues with an indignant snort while wrinkling his snout, "Cattle?!"
Picking their way through the foliage, moving steadily closer to moister ground, the pair eventually come upon a stream that separates them from a stark patch of flatland where there was once verdant forest, a herd of cattle numbering in the tens of hundreds of head stampeding across.
Jaws slackened in disbelief, they simply stand, dumbfounded at the sheer death, both in the life that was once growing in abundance and the multitude of herdbeasts trampling one another to death in their mindless terror. Finally, the Man drops his axe, his knees hitting the soil soon after, as the Bear mutters, "Things... have changed."
"We cannot tarry," the Man eventually coughs out, spitting a thin line of crimson into the clear stream before taking a drink. "No matter what slim advantage we may have, they will not rest until they find us."
The Bear stares down at his reflection in the quick-flowing water, seeing the many rivulets distort his noble face even as the wispy streak of blood flows across its eyes. For a moment, he looks up at the death frenzy again, his face contorting into a sickening mix of rage and sorrow, his lip trembling up for just a moment to reveal wicked ivory poised to tear flesh from bone. Then, like the blood across the reflection, it's gone, replaced by the familiar serenity.
"We leave this place."
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1 year ago ::
May 02, 2012 - 11:49PM
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They paused to drink from the stream. Justar riskes getting closer, moving from tree to tree. He selects haste over stealth this time; the stampede across the stream drowns out all sound. He finds another spot and with a thought, blends in with his surroundings.
He has the man in his sights. He will not lose him again.
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1 year ago ::
May 04, 2012 - 8:38AM
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Standing, watching the stampeding herd destroy a barren segment of the stream in the distance, the Man draws in a long, slow breath while waiting for the Bear to have his fill of water. Seeing the Bear's thirst is nearly slaked, he glances at his hand, confused for a moment.
"Ah, my ax-- RGG!" He bends down to retrieve his axe, only for a thin line of crimson to split the muscular flesh from his shoulder to his shoulder blade. Something aimed at his heart from behind narrowly missed as he bent down to retrieve his axe, shaking him brutally from his reverie.
"Quick, to cover!" The Bear roars, rivulets of water and saliva dripping from his maw as he shambles quickly across the stream.
Leaping across, the Man quickly takes cover behind a rotting tree stump, feeling the sting of his fresh wound pressing into the bark. In his mind he prays that he isn't poisoned as he strains to hear anything over the crashing of the herd.
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