05-09-2020, 07:53 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-10-2020, 12:15 AM by BLOODHOUND..)
The rest of their squad had been downed, lost to the ring. They had fought admirably, dying in the heat of battle. Bloodhound had avenged them, decimating the enemy team, but there was only so much they could do. The ring had creeped up on them, this they could admit. Their banners were long lost now, as they had run, in the hopes of continuing the fight in their teammates' stead. And fight hard, they would. Bloodhound knew that the Allfather would grace them, dying with their weapons in hand. To Valhalla, Felagí fighters.
They had been tracking their prey, Peacekeeper at the ready. Keeping an eye on the seconds ticking down from a screen across the hill. There were two squads left, three people and Bloth Hoondr. They refused to go down without a fight, and they were sure as hell going to make it one. They cast their sonar out, over the hill, quickly dashing and sliding to the left, between two trees, better cover, knowing that the enemy team would attempt to seek them out. They had every intention of catching them by surprise, Beast of the Hunt coursing through them, the heat of battle coming to a boil, but were caught by surprise, feeling something nudge of the back of their helmet. They stiffened, dodging instinctively, spinning on their heel, shotgun raised. Somewhere between this course of events, the enemy Revenant fired, the bullet glancing their helmet, shocking their system. Their head spun from the impact, and they could feel blood rolling down their back. What would have been a graceful spin-steady, made them horribly dizzy, and they lost balance, collapsing to their knees in front of the enemy.
No. Not like this.
They snarled, loud and feral, standing up, the eye-glass of their mask glowing red. Blinding. But oh, could they see.
"I bathe in the bloth!"
They don't realize they're saying it. But every move after that point is cold, calculated. Filled with an inhuman fury. They charge the Revenant, shooting him once, twice, three times. The simalcrum falls to his knees. They finish his off quickly, making sure his dies with his his weapon in hand. It was the least they could do. Bloodhound turns their rage towards the rest of the team, quickly picking up their scent. Ravens fly overhead, cawing. The Allfather graces this. They forget their pain, but they can feel their body being tested under the strain of it all, as they chase down the remaining legends.
They shoot again, as Mirage backs into view, and again as he runs.
Get back here and fight.
The next few moments are a blur, as they shoot, and miss, are shot again, just before they bring Mirage down. Gun in hand. Procedural. He would not be left disgraced.
Wraith proves a challenge, Bloodhound can't seem to catch her. But all her bullets find their mark in them. They can feel their rage subsiding, weak in the knees. Their head is still bleeding, aching. Confusing and sickening all at once. Wraith takes her chance, and Bloodhound is thrown for a loop, downed and bleeding out.
They do not cower, and simply accept the defeat, clutching at their gun. At least they would go down fighting. At least the Allfather had seen their tribute. And what a tribute it was.
Everything fades.
They awaken, not in a medbay firmly attached to a lifedrone, but in a field. The sky is cast over, and the wind has a chill to it. Flowers have bloomed around them, and a crow, similar to their beloved Artur, creeps ever closer. They can feel tugs at their tail--they freeze. Tail? They look back, and through the holes of their mask--also different. Longer--, they can see the long body of a canine, a crow tugging at the tip of its tail. Their tail.
How strange.
Was this Valhalla? It didn't seem so. Had the Allfather given them a second chance? Found His favour in them? They didn't understand.
But perhaps, there was something for them to learn. An opportunity, to prove themself in front of the Allfather once more. They bowed their head into their paws, thanking their god silently. They lid there for some time, before standing. One of the crows hopped over, fluttering its wings to land upon their furry shoulder.
"Let us see what this world has to offer." They say to the black bird, making their way to the top of the hill, looking out over the lands. The crow cawed, flapping its wings, setting off towards the swamp in the east. Taking that as a sign, Bloodhound followed, chasing after it, knowing the Allfather would guide them.
They slowly traversed through the swamp, stopping to examine the traps that hindered them. Had these been made by humans? They seemed small, built to be an inconvenience. They noticed the markings on the trees, slowly deducing a couple of the meanings, using them as a guide, deeper into the territory. They slunk quietly through, a true hunter. Oddly enough, they found this body much easier to slip around unnoticed with. Perhaps it was instinctual, millions of years of knowledge coming together to ensure that the wolf persisted and survived.
They had come close to the settlement, smelling other animals, seeing movement from between the buildings. They figured that perhaps, it would not be a good idea to simply stumble into their home uninvited. With all of the traps, they assumed that patrols would be around...at some point. Someone had to watch over them. For good measure, to test, and out of their own amusement, they find a stick. They use it to set off one of the traps, slinking over to a relatively dry rock to sit upon, in clear view of the settlement, as well as the sprung trap. And then, they waited.
((ooc: only the last two paragraphs are important. the rest is all setup in this world jdfgmfghhfgd))
They had been tracking their prey, Peacekeeper at the ready. Keeping an eye on the seconds ticking down from a screen across the hill. There were two squads left, three people and Bloth Hoondr. They refused to go down without a fight, and they were sure as hell going to make it one. They cast their sonar out, over the hill, quickly dashing and sliding to the left, between two trees, better cover, knowing that the enemy team would attempt to seek them out. They had every intention of catching them by surprise, Beast of the Hunt coursing through them, the heat of battle coming to a boil, but were caught by surprise, feeling something nudge of the back of their helmet. They stiffened, dodging instinctively, spinning on their heel, shotgun raised. Somewhere between this course of events, the enemy Revenant fired, the bullet glancing their helmet, shocking their system. Their head spun from the impact, and they could feel blood rolling down their back. What would have been a graceful spin-steady, made them horribly dizzy, and they lost balance, collapsing to their knees in front of the enemy.
No. Not like this.
They snarled, loud and feral, standing up, the eye-glass of their mask glowing red. Blinding. But oh, could they see.
"I bathe in the bloth!"
They don't realize they're saying it. But every move after that point is cold, calculated. Filled with an inhuman fury. They charge the Revenant, shooting him once, twice, three times. The simalcrum falls to his knees. They finish his off quickly, making sure his dies with his his weapon in hand. It was the least they could do. Bloodhound turns their rage towards the rest of the team, quickly picking up their scent. Ravens fly overhead, cawing. The Allfather graces this. They forget their pain, but they can feel their body being tested under the strain of it all, as they chase down the remaining legends.
They shoot again, as Mirage backs into view, and again as he runs.
Get back here and fight.
The next few moments are a blur, as they shoot, and miss, are shot again, just before they bring Mirage down. Gun in hand. Procedural. He would not be left disgraced.
Wraith proves a challenge, Bloodhound can't seem to catch her. But all her bullets find their mark in them. They can feel their rage subsiding, weak in the knees. Their head is still bleeding, aching. Confusing and sickening all at once. Wraith takes her chance, and Bloodhound is thrown for a loop, downed and bleeding out.
They do not cower, and simply accept the defeat, clutching at their gun. At least they would go down fighting. At least the Allfather had seen their tribute. And what a tribute it was.
Everything fades.
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They awaken, not in a medbay firmly attached to a lifedrone, but in a field. The sky is cast over, and the wind has a chill to it. Flowers have bloomed around them, and a crow, similar to their beloved Artur, creeps ever closer. They can feel tugs at their tail--they freeze. Tail? They look back, and through the holes of their mask--also different. Longer--, they can see the long body of a canine, a crow tugging at the tip of its tail. Their tail.
How strange.
Was this Valhalla? It didn't seem so. Had the Allfather given them a second chance? Found His favour in them? They didn't understand.
But perhaps, there was something for them to learn. An opportunity, to prove themself in front of the Allfather once more. They bowed their head into their paws, thanking their god silently. They lid there for some time, before standing. One of the crows hopped over, fluttering its wings to land upon their furry shoulder.
"Let us see what this world has to offer." They say to the black bird, making their way to the top of the hill, looking out over the lands. The crow cawed, flapping its wings, setting off towards the swamp in the east. Taking that as a sign, Bloodhound followed, chasing after it, knowing the Allfather would guide them.
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They slowly traversed through the swamp, stopping to examine the traps that hindered them. Had these been made by humans? They seemed small, built to be an inconvenience. They noticed the markings on the trees, slowly deducing a couple of the meanings, using them as a guide, deeper into the territory. They slunk quietly through, a true hunter. Oddly enough, they found this body much easier to slip around unnoticed with. Perhaps it was instinctual, millions of years of knowledge coming together to ensure that the wolf persisted and survived.
They had come close to the settlement, smelling other animals, seeing movement from between the buildings. They figured that perhaps, it would not be a good idea to simply stumble into their home uninvited. With all of the traps, they assumed that patrols would be around...at some point. Someone had to watch over them. For good measure, to test, and out of their own amusement, they find a stick. They use it to set off one of the traps, slinking over to a relatively dry rock to sit upon, in clear view of the settlement, as well as the sprung trap. And then, they waited.
((ooc: only the last two paragraphs are important. the rest is all setup in this world jdfgmfghhfgd))
THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.
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BLOODHOUND || THEY/THEM || WOLF || BIO
BLOODHOUND || THEY/THEM || WOLF || BIO
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