• Solo • From the Mud a New Beast Arises

Qit'ria tries to pull herself together after being hunted by Nir'wei

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• Solo • From the Mud a New Beast Arises

Postby Qit'ria » Tue Nov 07, 2017 7:15 pm

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Sticky, weary eyes dragged themselves open. Qit'ria sputtered, coughing, hacking violently, unleashing harsh, moist sounds. She looked all around her, confused, unsure of where she was. She felt the cold water over her thighs, the sticky mud seeping into every crevice and crease. She shivered and shook, goose flesh adorning her muddied skin. The woman groaned and leaned her head back against the earthy wall. It was coming back to her now. She was in an alcove next to a shallow river, in the woods west of Scalvoris Town, southwest of her cave.

And she hurt. Her shoulder throbbed. Reaching up to it with her opposite hand, she touched the inflamed flesh, feeling the seeping, crusting wound. The lightest touch sent stabs of pain shooting through her and she hissed loudly, before stopping herself. She was here because she'd been hunted. And she didn't know how long she'd been passed out. It could've been just moments or breaks. She had no wait to tell without moving and looking to the sky.

Then a grumbling filled the alcove. It was from her stomach. She was absolutely starving. She'd last eaten the previous day. Or was it the previous day? This could be a whole new one for all she knew. No, her hunger is still hard and gnawing, aching. It wasn't the dull thud. She'd been maybe... it felt like a full day without having eaten. With that assumption in mind, she assumed she'd been out of it at most a few breaks. But no way to know for sure.

But she did feel that it had been enough time that her ruse had worked. She'd escaped. There was that at least. But now it was time to get out of this pit. Groaning she sat a bit more upright from her slumped position, and that's when the pain shot through her leg. She'd forgotten about that one. The wound of her own foolishness and incompetence. A lesson she'd not soon forget. She'd ensure that she wasn't such an amateur ever again. She'd never be so unprepared. It was clear that while she was a predator, she wasn't at the top of the food chain. But she'd change that. And never again would she allow herself to be prey. Never again would she be weak, scared, and injured as she was now in this stinking, muddy hole.

Qit'ria reached up and gripped the arrow she'd mindlessly nabbed and later stuck in the earthen wall. Using it more as a boost to her confidence than an actual crutch, she pulled herself upright onto shaking legs. Falling backwards, she leaned there against her new cave, looking out at the river ahead of her. She could see her javelin sticking down awkwardly from above the entrance where she'd left it. The light seemed to be dimming, and Qit went over in her mind what she needed to do now.

Her wounds weren't severe but would need treated, sooner rather than later. Infection would set in, and while she was not a healer like her father, and his fathers before him, she had spent enough time with him to know that infections were not something to scoff at. Today. Tonight at the latest. Which meant getting back into town, she was not a healer. A weakness she'd have to shore up to continue with her plan. But she'd need money. Doctors don't work for free. And her money was in her pack.

And her pack was at the tree line near where she'd first been discovered by her attacker. It was a shame she hadn't seen his face. There was a javelin to the heart with his unknown name on it. Get to her pack, find her second javelin, get into town, find a doctor, go home, start searching for a new home, further from the city. A territory of her own. These places had too many people, and people were clearly too unpredictable.

Taking her first step on shaking legs, Qit'ria moved slowly, unsteady through the thick mud and shin high water, arrow in hand. Reaching the mouth of the alcove she grabbed onto her javelin, and for a moment she just stood there resting on its support. She was not strong enough to fight off civilization, to fight against it, to fight against the monsters that pass as people there. She needed to get back to her roots, to go to the wilds and become the true predator of Scalvoris. And after that, the true predator of Idalos.

The woman looked out over the river in the dimming light and knew she was a new creature now. She'd lick her wounds, recover, and become what she wanted to be. Needed to become, in order to survive this harsh world. She held the arrow out over the river in her muddied fist and let loose the most hellish of feline screams as she could. Never again was Qit'ria prey. Never again.


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From the Mud a New Beast Arises

Postby Qit'ria » Wed Nov 08, 2017 5:01 am

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Qit'ria yanked her javelin free, and stepped forward into the shallows of the lazy river. She moved deeper until it came up to her waist, letting the cool water wash the pain and grief and self sorrow away. The savage took the shaft of the arrow and used it as a scraper, removing the mud she'd applied to herself to mask her scent. With each scrape came relief, with each flick of mud into the river more weakness left her body. She bent forward, washing the mud from her hair and face in a baptism, removing the old civilized Qit'ria and becoming a proper hunter.

Clean, or clean enough by a wild woman's standards, Qit moved down river with the tide, clad in only her loin cloth. she looked to the sky. Maybe three or four breaks of sunlight left. She needed to get moving. And carefully. She moved with the river, staying in ankle deep water so as to not leave tracks, just in case the hunter, his wolf, and his dragon bird decided to keep looking. Her eyes constantly scanned the banks, ears always listening. For now, there was just wind, water, birds and bugs, the way it should be.

As Qit moved along, she watched the shore for tracks. She saw two pairs of tracks, one a pair of boots. The other was what she suspected to be the wolf's that hunted her. Triangular, almost... nose shaped at the bottom, with four round toes on top, each with a little point on top. They were not terribly wide set, but she could tell he was a big wolf. But these were his tracks. And these boot tracks belonged to the unknown man. She didn't know if it would ever help, but she memorized them. Both of them. She would never forget her attackers. And if she ever came across them again, they would know what it feels like to be hunted. That was a promise.

Qit followed the river for a long while, before turning away to the northeast, using the setting sun for direction. Continuing eastward, Qit kept to the game trails, with no clothing but a mere skin scrap about her groin to protect her from the barbs of more rugged terrain. She kept searching through the trees to the east, seeking for sight of the distant sky, until finally it broke through. The huntress crouched low as she approached the tree line. No more bursting through unaware. She slowly moved through the shadows, into the brush, staying crouched down.

Looking out over the land, she could see that massive tree, the one she'd seen before her hunters started their chase. From the angle she was looking from she could tell she was a bit south of where she'd first come through. So she slipped back, deeper into the shadows, and made her way northward, keeping her tree at her right. She followed along the tree line, obscured by the foliage. until it felt she was at about the right angle of where she'd been.

She began searching the area, wincing in pain, until she'd found the original game trail she'd used when she discovered this place. Now she knew where she was. She followed along, until she saw the tree she'd picked in the first place. Smiling she moved around to the back of the tree and looked up, grinning toothily. And there hanging from the highest branch she could reach was her pack. Reaching up, she pulled it off and set it down in front of her. The most important thing she'd need would be her cloak, to cover up her nudity and injuries as she made her way into town to a healer. Guardsmen tended to not approve of walking around with tits out, as she'd learned in other cities.

Qit'ria pulled the cloak around her shoulders, and continued to search the area, to find one last thing. It took a full break of scouring around, but there it was, stuck into a tree at an awkward angle. Her other javelin. This was the best of news. Yanking it out of the tree, Qit'ria felt whole. She had her weapons, she had her pack, and she had her missions. And the first was getting into town finding a healer. Luckily for her, she actually knew one. A woman by the name of faith, that she'd met earlier in the season. Healers always held a special place in Qit'ria's heart and in her trust. A healer always heals. Questions might be asked, but the well being of the patient always came first. Qit'ria started her trek northward, to avoid the territory of this giant tree with its dragonbird hunter, and make her way into Scalvoris Town, to find this woman.



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From the Mud a New Beast Arises

Postby Zipper » Mon Nov 13, 2017 12:26 pm

@Mudbeast
Overview : You go, tiger. Don't read Qit much, but the vile Nerd'wei and his menagerie of disney critters have something big coming their way. There's pretty in-depth details here about survival, really helps with the immersion. Again, I don't read Qit, but it's easy to tell she's a fairly dynamic character. Looking forward to more.
Points : XP: 10/10 (Cannot be used for Magic)

Fame:
Nope

Loot/injuries/overstepping:
Javelin, baby
Knowledge : Skill Knowledge:
Endurance: Determining How Long I've Been Unconscious Based on How Hungry I am
Stealth: Walk in water, not on shore to conceal footprints
Stealth: Using a cloak to hide your injuries
Stealth: Stick to the shadows
Hunting: Recognizing Wolf Tracks
Hunting: Unknown Attacker's (Nir'wei's) Boot Tracks

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