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eswareinmal2012-05-07 09:57 am
sorcerous) wrote in eswareinmal2012-05-07 09:57 am
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Log: First of Rebirth's Decline
Who: Loki (recently turned into the Big Bad Wolf) and OPEN
What: Loki has gone a little wild.
Where: Two-Faced Forest, the outskirts of town
When: All today.
Warnings: Probable violence; Loki is not a nice person right now.
Notes: Basically: Loki's brain is all focused on doing villainy right now, combined with the instincts of a wild wolf. He's going to stalk victims, especially young, pretty princesses, kill livestock, intimidate people, huff and puff and blow your houses down. Today is mostly the workup to it, and on the Second of Rebirth's Decline he'll really try to cause some damage. If you'd like to plot or plan something out, PM me!
He awakens in pain. Claw-furrows down his fur and blood soaked into the ground beneath him. He limps to his feet -- go, go, leave this, go. The scent of his own injuries is overpowering. He will attract any predator in the area.
Finds a stream on instinct and plunges himself into the water, the current trickling away red, untangling clumps of fur and mud and blood. He stays, shivering, for too long. Until his belly begins to complain.
And then he goes to hunt.
What: Loki has gone a little wild.
Where: Two-Faced Forest, the outskirts of town
When: All today.
Warnings: Probable violence; Loki is not a nice person right now.
Notes: Basically: Loki's brain is all focused on doing villainy right now, combined with the instincts of a wild wolf. He's going to stalk victims, especially young, pretty princesses, kill livestock, intimidate people, huff and puff and blow your houses down. Today is mostly the workup to it, and on the Second of Rebirth's Decline he'll really try to cause some damage. If you'd like to plot or plan something out, PM me!
He awakens in pain. Claw-furrows down his fur and blood soaked into the ground beneath him. He limps to his feet -- go, go, leave this, go. The scent of his own injuries is overpowering. He will attract any predator in the area.
Finds a stream on instinct and plunges himself into the water, the current trickling away red, untangling clumps of fur and mud and blood. He stays, shivering, for too long. Until his belly begins to complain.
And then he goes to hunt.
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Being a Coyote, of course he sought out the source of the mayhem. After all, what was a good prank if there was nobody around who would appreciate it?
He stalked the other wolf, not trying very hard to stay hidden but telling the other wildlife to pretend he wasn't there.
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He made a broad circle, slipping through tree and fen, around his hunter, in an attempt to get downwind of the other creature.
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He stops. Freezes still, smelling power and chaos. He is dwarfed, he is defeated, and a part of him wants to whine and press his muzzle to the ground, and another part wants to howl his defiance.
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"Dear Cousin!" Because truly, he was more like a cousin now than ever before.