Post by Carmim Clover on Oct 5, 2019 22:59:24 GMT -5
 | WORDS: 1548 TAG: @me NOTES: aww boi she got fucc'd up and fucc'd up some bois TOTAL WORDS: 1548 HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS Niraya was sleeping peacefully as Carmim woke up to use the bathroom. She figured it was best not to wake her, so she snuck out of their slowly melting icy shelter with her drum in tow, headed off a little ways into a thicker patch of the woods, where she could properly have a little privacy. After a bit of walking, she found herself where she needed to be, and reflected on the day as she went about her business. She had started off feeling sorry for herself. Down in the dumps, harder than she'd ever been. And that hadn't let up until she had helped Nasrin and Jackie fight off an Alpha Beowolf. It was at that moment that she learned exactly how strong she could be. She still wasn't a solo fighter, though. Couldn't be. And that thought still bugged her, just enough. She could be a great fighter, for sure. But not a great Huntress. Anyone could put up a fight with others to back them up. But she couldn't win fights by herself. Not like how a real Huntress could. And that wasn't okay, but she was ready to accept it. She just wasn't good enough. Whatever expectations Shadecloak had for her, she wasn't going to meet them. She couldn't. She sighed. "Well... At least I made it t'rough-" Caw. Huh? What was that? She was alert immediately, and took up her drum in an offensive stance. Something was out there. And it didn't sound like a normal bird. Caw. It was louder, more persistent now. A harsh croaking caw, throatier and shriller than a regular crow's voice. This was no crow. It was a Nevermore. Her heart sank. She had seen Nevermore before. She'd seen a giant Nevermore once, soaring high over Vacuo, as she and her family ducked into their house where they waited it out, like a tornado or a sandstorm. It was massive, a force of nature. If she was spotted by one of those... She would be dead in an instant. A branch cracked behind her and she whipped around, letting off a blast of her drum immediately. the bop missed, but the quaking of the air as it passed revealed to her a hint of movement, black on black in the night sky, even harder to see in the rain. The tree she hit was shredded to bits, and the one behind it cracked and fell, but she could only flinch as a black figure shot at her at high speeds. It struck her in the side, and she yelled out as it passed. It knocked out a fifth of her Aura, and left her whirling around, trying to spot the attacker. Just then another flash shot across her, from another angle, taking her Aura down a peg again. This wasn't good. There were more than one of them, and they were hiding in the trees. She had to figure out where they were, but how could she, if she couldn't spot them in the shady thicket of branches? Another one shot out at her, and this time she was ready for it. As it flew at her, she swung her drum at it with great force, earning a cawing shriek, as the Nevermore Chick thudded against the ground. It seemed hurt a bit, but not severely. She moved to blast it with her semblance, but a ripping sound over her head told her to move, just as a stream of hardened feathers dropped down on her from above. Most missed her, but a few managed to strike her on the shoulder and back as she moved away, and would have gored through her torso entirely, were it not for her Aura holding up. She was down by quite a bit at this point, but was still holding strong. But there were still at least two, if not three, of the small corvid Grimm toying with her, trying to wait for her to tire out, as they whittled down her defenses. But she refused to die like that. She closed her eyes, using her ears to listen out for the birds. Crack. Gotcha. A branch cracked, and she knew that the Grimm was landing after spraying her with a rain of feathers. Her hand hit the drum so hard she could feel the fingers ricochet off the skin drum head, popping back from the force, stinging as if she'd struck a brick with her slap. A resounding blast issued forth from her djembe, crashing into the tree and bringing it down with ease. She wasn't sure if she'd hit the Grimm until she heard a loud screech and then nothing. One down. But before she could get excited about that, another Chick crashed into her, clubbing her Aura away and knocking her down. Deep crimson flickered over her body as her Aura dropped just below 20%. One more hit from a Grimm would break it. She couldn't let that happen. She cracked off another shot, and started running towards an area thicker with trees. In theory, that would keep them moving as much, and make it easier for her to find and aim at them in the dark. But more to the point, she was reaching into her pocket for her Dust- she had a plan. Or at least, some semblance of a plan. A caw echoed, and she knew one of the Chicks was swooping at her. Perfect. She flung the purple crystal at the ground under her feet, and braced herself as the Gravity Dust thrust her up into the air. The Nevermore could do nothing to slow its approach, as she threw down a second crystal- red. Fire Dust. The fireball lit up the night as it crashed into the bird-like Grimm beneath her, dropping it like a rock, burning. She figured it was down- it would burn up within a few more seconds, easy. "Got i-!" She was cut off as the third Nevermore slammed into her, pinning her out of the air, slamming her against a tree. And with a scream, her aura shattered, sending crimson shards flying, scattered into the wind. The bird's beak snapped at her, but her drum, as always, stood between her and certain death. She started to panic, like earlier, with the Beowolves, but she instead took a breath. She had this. She flung her drum forward, and caught the bird right in the throat. Damaged from her earlier swat, she felt it fall backwards, and now that she had the upper hand, she clubbed that fucker into the ground, and didn't stop until she was sure it was dead. She'd did it. She'd won. She didn't notice until then that her arms were bleeding- the Nevermore had scraped and clawed at them, and she should probably bandage those up. But dammit, she'd won. She was a real Huntress after all. A loud thundering caw sounded far off in the distance, farther than she could hear, as she made her way back to her camp, alive and successful, but with no aura left, and bloody wounds. Something was coming... Something big. Hopefully they would be ready. |
LAIKA OF GS!
