Dec 30, 2016
“Part of me wants to go challenge the league again, part of me says 'why bother' cause I know Sun's gonna kick my ass."
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“Part of me wants to go challenge the league again, part of me says 'why bother' cause I know Sun's gonna kick my ass."
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He could just... barely claw at memories of warmth, of kind voices, of those who liked and cared for him. He could see faces dancing behind his eyes and yet... Nothing, only anger.
He wanted to rip their faces off, he wanted to destroy them and most of all, he wanted the pain that coursed through him to end as he roared, hands becoming claws and digging into the earth, leaving long claw marks. He needed to get free somehow.
Looks up from his bed, yawns and just curls up again. This forested area was warm and he liked it. Go away and let the lion man sleep.
“....I did not expect to be gone for so long.”
"So today I hatched three eggs. A Ponyta, a Pidgey, and just now this cute lil' Tangela hatched!"
Sighs. "...Ove-heated.. though." flops to the ground, he's gonna nap right here, folks.
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Bar Fight || open
The tavern was loud. It was late enough that the patrons were well into their drinks, and with every drink taken the louder their voices grew. Among the men who spent their days tending farms or playing soldier sat Eda. Her form was dwarfed by the men around her, but she did not seem bothered by this fact. Not when she sat across from one of them, hand clasped together in show of strength. She didn't know how the arm wrestling match had started but, with four rounds of whiskey in her stomach, she was all too eager to play.
"S'that all ya got?" She slurred to the man across from her, even as she strained against his grip. "Yer all talk 'n no bite."
The man laughed. "You sure 'bout that little lady? 'Cause I think I got you beat." He pushed and her arm quickly started moving towards the table top.
Eda panicked. She didn't want to lose, not with so much gold on the line. Desperate, and a good bit tipsy, she did something stupid. She kicked her opponent in the shin. The man roared in pain and, while he was distracted, Eda struck, pushing his arm back and pinning it against the table.
The crowd around them cheered, laughing at the man being bested by a girl half his size. The man, understandably, was furious.
"Knife-eared bitch, you cheated!" He bellowed, standing up so quickly that his chair fell back. The crowd fell silent in the wake of his outraged cry.
Eda, for her part, looked as innocent as the day she was born. "Wha? Me? How'd I do that? Unless, of course, ya wanna admit you got bested by a knife-ear twice."
Wrong thing to say. The man snarled, flipping the table that sat between them and advancing on her. Shit! That was not what she had meant to have happen. Quickly she scrambled out of her chair, taking a step back.
"Oi now, just calm down. Here, take yer money back." She tossed the coin purse at his feet. "S'all just for fun, ya know?"
"I don't think so." He growled, kicking the bag aside before he lunged for her.
"Shit" was all Eda managed before she barely managed to dodge out of the way. A bar brawl wasn't on her list of things to do that day but there wasn't much she could do about it now.
"Piss." Eda groaned as thunder boomed overhead. She'd been keeping an eye on the ominously dark clouds since they'd appeared on the horizon in the early afternoon. She'd hoped that they would move in another direction, but, as usual, luck was not on her side. Kicking dirt over what had been the beginnings of a promising fire, Eda shouldered her pack again and started to backtrack. The great thing about the Emerald Graves was that there were ruins everywhere. While most of them were little more than the remains of a single wall, they could at least be converted into some kind of temporary shelter. Luckily for her this particular ruin happened to have all four walls standing, as well as partially intact ceiling. Apparently she'd made some higher power happy. The thought made her snort as she pulled an arrow from her quiver, nocking it quietly as she climbed the steps inside. While she hadn't come across another person in nearly a week she didn't want to push her luck; and luck was hardly ever on her side.
So. Elijah is a duck. Elijah is the most pissed off duck ever. Mainly because he has nowhere to go. Cue some angry hissing and feather ruffling. ... This was going to be a long day.