Re: QUIETUS [S!5] [Round 1: Godsworn Valley]
05-15-2012, 05:34 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by crepuscularDissembler.
Amaranth crept forwards through the undergrowth towards the small outpost where a single soldier lay asleep. She had turned her back to the desolate center of the combat as quickly as possible, making her way towards the cliffs as the woods gradually came in around her. She would have liked better camouflage, but sadly little could be done for the purple of her current uniform. And the heavy armor, well...she let out an annoyed breath as she shifter her weight.
Not that stealth mattered too much at this point. With her little puffs of smoke infiltrating the air, the soldier was unlikely to wake up any time soon. Still, it paid to be careful. She continued her movement until she was close enough to be confident that he was getting more than enough pollen to not stir for anything.
Amaranth picked through the meager equipment. Of course an army would stock guns and ammunition before they brought food, but really. She would have to leave this soldier with less than she would have liked to. Not that it made her feel especially guilty. While she fully romanticized the idea of dying for her religion, killing for it was a disgusting idea. Not unknown to her, as the bombs had been, or even especially frightening. Really rather sad and revolting, if she had to put her finger on it.
Still, this was a rather perfect opportunity, wasn't it...she rubbed at the place where her container of seeds dug lightly into her skin, calculating.
I should leave at least one here...if I carry them all with me I run the risk of losing them all at once...
The forest was still and the sleeping soldiers chest moved lightly up and down, any sin swept from his face by the deep relaxation of the artificial slumber.
Amaranth came to a decision.
If the woods had not been so pleasant, if the ground not so fertile, she might not have made taken this chance. But as it was, she gently pried open his mouth, placing one precious fruit as far back as she could. Tilting his neck backwards, she rubbed his throat as she had been taught. He swallowed, and Amaranth felt an amazing sense of personal satisfaction well up. She got up, legs shaking slightly as she struggled to master her joy. She tried to focus on the task at hand, and not the further-off goal of doing this again. Despite the euphoria, she managed to consider her options and what direction she would take next.
I wonder if there's some sort of limit to the area of this contest, or if I can wander away from the center for miles if I want to. It'd be a rather large oversight....but I suppose only one of us will die here, after all. Who knows, the next round might pen us up in a tiny room.
Shouldering what she had decided to take from this outpost, she continued deeper into the woodlands.
If she hadn't come to this decision, if she hadn't been buoyed up by the mild success of finally fulfilling what she had been training to do for years, she might have been more careful in what equipment she took. But as it was, she never even noticed the tracker sewn into the cloth of her stolen pack, silently pinging its location outwards.
Amaranth crept forwards through the undergrowth towards the small outpost where a single soldier lay asleep. She had turned her back to the desolate center of the combat as quickly as possible, making her way towards the cliffs as the woods gradually came in around her. She would have liked better camouflage, but sadly little could be done for the purple of her current uniform. And the heavy armor, well...she let out an annoyed breath as she shifter her weight.
Not that stealth mattered too much at this point. With her little puffs of smoke infiltrating the air, the soldier was unlikely to wake up any time soon. Still, it paid to be careful. She continued her movement until she was close enough to be confident that he was getting more than enough pollen to not stir for anything.
Amaranth picked through the meager equipment. Of course an army would stock guns and ammunition before they brought food, but really. She would have to leave this soldier with less than she would have liked to. Not that it made her feel especially guilty. While she fully romanticized the idea of dying for her religion, killing for it was a disgusting idea. Not unknown to her, as the bombs had been, or even especially frightening. Really rather sad and revolting, if she had to put her finger on it.
Still, this was a rather perfect opportunity, wasn't it...she rubbed at the place where her container of seeds dug lightly into her skin, calculating.
I should leave at least one here...if I carry them all with me I run the risk of losing them all at once...
The forest was still and the sleeping soldiers chest moved lightly up and down, any sin swept from his face by the deep relaxation of the artificial slumber.
Amaranth came to a decision.
If the woods had not been so pleasant, if the ground not so fertile, she might not have made taken this chance. But as it was, she gently pried open his mouth, placing one precious fruit as far back as she could. Tilting his neck backwards, she rubbed his throat as she had been taught. He swallowed, and Amaranth felt an amazing sense of personal satisfaction well up. She got up, legs shaking slightly as she struggled to master her joy. She tried to focus on the task at hand, and not the further-off goal of doing this again. Despite the euphoria, she managed to consider her options and what direction she would take next.
I wonder if there's some sort of limit to the area of this contest, or if I can wander away from the center for miles if I want to. It'd be a rather large oversight....but I suppose only one of us will die here, after all. Who knows, the next round might pen us up in a tiny room.
Shouldering what she had decided to take from this outpost, she continued deeper into the woodlands.
If she hadn't come to this decision, if she hadn't been buoyed up by the mild success of finally fulfilling what she had been training to do for years, she might have been more careful in what equipment she took. But as it was, she never even noticed the tracker sewn into the cloth of her stolen pack, silently pinging its location outwards.