Haunted Wood ⁠—so you can't crawl no more,
All Welcome  October 12, 2019, 12:20 PM
Revui
Nightwalkers
Captive
Tags for reference. He's hallucinating a little due to poppies.


The dark women had left him. He couldn't recall when exactly, but he had fallen in to a stupor after being administered some medicine and time had slipped away. The swelling in his broken limb began to reduce somewhat thanks in no small part to @Serem's splint and subsequent poultice; meanwhile, the alert behavior of the land-shark that was Revui had dulled. He no longer listened for the approach of passing bodies, nor had the will to lift his head when strangers came calling. He was made in to an ornamental lump of silver fur due to the poppies that fogged his brain.

On one hand this made his recovery go by much easier; he wasn't pacing in the pit any longer, wasn't primed to defend himself should another of the more violent tenants of the forest come to visit him, and by remaining prone for long periods the splint could do its work. Still, Revui pushed himself out of the mental fog as far as he could, trying to regain some semblance of control over his limbs (which didn't amount to much of anything); he saw dark shapes in his periphery and could not follow their swift, shadowed movement.

At one point he thought he saw a familiar face equipped with yellow eyes and tried to lift himself up, to stand, to watch, maybe even call out with a deep bellow—but by the time he'd managed to haphazardly lift his chest and prop his working limbs beneath, the shadow had drifted away, leaving Revui distracted and confused—and then he would settle again in to silence.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.

October 13, 2019, 07:23 AM
Vanity
Nightwalkers
PPC
Vanity was all too aware they had a captive. Not at all like Radar who was really rathe docile. This was some violent, trashing creature that they certainly were keeping for entertainment. Surprisingly, she hadn't pestered him yet. Been rather busy looking for prey, but supposed Vengeance was using this lump of broken fluff as storage should they need to eat. Or, rather, he needs to eat because he eats everything.

She lay by the edge, her panted mask resting on her half-dangling paws, watching the drugged creature fumble his movements. She almost wished Serem hadn't, but she was glad. It meant she could inspect him without having her mask painted red.
"Pobre criatura."
Really, it was just sad to watch. Perhaps if his leg wasn't so fucked he'd've escaped a lot sooner.

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October 13, 2019, 10:53 PM
Revui
Nightwalkers
Captive
Revui heard something overhead, from the edge of the pit. He didn't really understand what was said because he only knew common and truth be told, if he knew there were other languages in the universe he would probably assume it was witchcraft or something. The stranger said something above him and he gave a lazy glance to where Vanity hovered near a slanting shaft of light, but was too sleepy from all the drugs to really care. He heard the sounds and didn't make sense of them, leading to a moment of confusion (???) and little else. But he noticed her, so that's a plus.

His bushy brows raised, and he looked to the dark shape, seeing his brother standing there for a split-second until his eyes could really focus and his brain could work (he wasn't the sharpest shiv in the prison); and mechanically grunted a What? towards her looming shape; he couldn't exactly walk closer to where she stood on that ledge.

The recent addition of another body to the pit hadn't gone unnoticed, but almost in preparation for that, Revui's meals had been stuffed with extra bits of poppy and he was so loopy, he couldn't quite tell what was real. That made it safer for whoever was down here with him, presumably.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.

October 15, 2019, 02:59 PM
Vanity
Nightwalkers
PPC
She grinned, showing her only slightly yellowed teeth. 
Such demand from someone so helpless.
The urge to slip down into the pit with him was almost overwhelming. But no, she should stay here for longer at least. Ensure she wasn't going to get snapped up like a pissy rattler.

She licked her lips and started to wonder how much she could torment him whilst in his drugged state.
"Wake up..." She cooed half-heartedly. Who couldn't have just a bit of fun?
"It's all a dream, my boy."
She slipped down the side of the pit, throwing caution into the wind. She was pretty sure she could make it out in a leap and a scrabble in time. It wasn't like he could move much, right?


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October 16, 2019, 09:39 PM
Revui
Nightwalkers
Captive
Helpless? He was injured, but there was an innate confidence within Revui that even Black Hat had been unable to shake from him. A sense of pride in himself and his abilities, even if he had a piece that was broken and even if he couldn't make it out of the pit. He didn't want to be out of the pit all that badly. It kept him at a distance from the rivals above; he was fed, treated for his wounds, and left to his own devices more often than not, but most importantly—and this was an angle he had not yet explored—he knew that the woods were not too far from Moonspear. His proximity to his home turf gave him a sense of comfort that nobody could take away from him; nobody knew his ties, after all.

But none of that was important in the moment. Not while the stranger crept closer, slid down the side of the pit, murmuring softly to him. Like the slave Androcles trying to soothe the savage lion, the woman tried to get near enough to goad him; he had not been stuck with a thorn as in the story, but she should have considered herself lucky that his hind leg was still mending. If he had the capability he would have launched himself after her as soon as her shadow crossed the ledge.

It's all a dream, my boy, she drawled to him. He did not move, but he watched her. Try as he might to lock his gaze upon her own, Revui's ability to focus was diminished in his current state and so his attention drifted lazily, in a haze, making the image of the dark woman blur in his tired eyes.

The woods have always been filled with these soft doe-eyed things;
with hearts beating for the arrow, the bullet, the lance.

I have always been the huntsman.