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Trust was, evidently, the wrong word choice in this instance. She twitched at what she could only assume was a threat immediately followed by something akin to joke from Quinn, though it could just as easily be another threat; and Aidan rose to the bait, and Aster crossed her arms and rubbed down the goosebumps that seemed to have made themselves home there. "D-duly noted." Aster murmured. "My blades are silvered as well, not that I could've ever anticipated this kind of encounter."

Truly, she hadn't even really believed in vampires; she'd known about the undead walking the earth, but the idea some of them could be conscious living beings, perhaps still in control of their own souls, had always seemed far fetched. "Sure, I don't see a reason why you couldn't have the bear carcass- uh, so long as you don't rip up any of us." Aster said, internally wondering how Quinn intended on dragging back such a carcass; was she really that strong? The goosebumps she'd thought she'd patted down rose again, and the faun shivered uncomfortably.

"Play nice? Of course!" Aster squeaked, glancing at Ira. Did he think she was going to pick a fight with a vampire? Sure, she might be fidgeting and her ears may be pressed against the back of her head defensively, but she wasn't trying to be hostile. "I- uh, I can try. I can't see very well in the dark, but I could try to track it anyways; I used to have to find sheep in the woods at night to bring them in, I'm sure a bear would be a lot less sneaky."

She stood up, stomach rumbling and she grimaced. She'd have time to eat later, for now they were on a timer and needed to find this bear fast. "Let's head down to the brook; if it was wandering around here, it most likely stopped there to drink. We might be able to pick up some tracks there."

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She let out a rather dark laugh at riling Aiden, he was so easy to anger and he rose to the bait so beautifully. At the mention of silver from Ira and the fawn she smirked and shrugged it off as if it were nothing. Of course it would hurt like hell and slow her healing process, but she doubted either would actually be able to kill her. Her master or keeper would show up before any of that happened. And that would be ugly indeed. Her eyes turned back to the fawn as she spoke about allowing her to keep the bear carcass and grinned. 

Her humor would continue to be dark when she rolled her eyes at Ira asking the poor fawn if she could see in the dark. Quin knew the Fawns answer before she said it and nodded along in agreement. 

“I mean - its not like you have a night dwelling creature that can stalk you from the shadows with you.” Sarcasm dripping from her silky voice, “But sure, ask the fawn if she can see in the dark and send her after a bear by herself. You trying to kill her?” 

She winked at the fawn and vanished into the shadows rather quickly. 

“Don’t worry love - I’ll be your eyes.” Her voice drifted out of the shadows as she followed the fawn. 

Quin would have to make sure she was well hidden - the scent of a bigger predator than the bear could very well drive it away as vampires were known to unintentionally do. 

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On 7/8/2019 at 5:07 PM, Asphodel said:

She stood up, stomach rumbling and she grimaced. She'd have time to eat later, for now they were on a timer and needed to find this bear fast. "Let's head down to the brook; if it was wandering around here, it most likely stopped there to drink. We might be able to pick up some tracks there."

Ira thought this was a good idea and shoved as much dinner in his mouth as he could before closing his magical bag. He put a cover on the pot, so dinner would still be there when he reopened it. There was no point in having a bag where nothing ever spoiled if you couldn't save a good meal for later. In the meantime he tossed an apple to the faun.

"It will have to do" he told her. Finally Aidan led the way as they scooted down a small embankment and arrived at the brook. Ira kept one eye on Quinn as he started to look around the small pebbles that made up shoreline. Ira went up and down a few hundred yards without any luck. He turned back around only to see Aidan crossing a tree trunk to get to the other side.  It wasn't a very big body of water, maybe a few dozen feet across, but the current was moving fairly quickly and he didn't feel like chancing it. After a few minutes of exploring downstream, Aidan came back towards them and recrossed the brook. 

"He's around, no doubt about it." Ira watched as his partner took his time, uncorking his canteen and taking a long drink. 

"Well ...?" he asked, finally running out of patience. 

"There is a moose down the stream. Big one. It's missing a head, and has claw marks all down its side. The bear tracks lead further downstream, back across to this side of the river afterwards. Don't worry dude, we aren't going to miss them downstream where they come out." Aidan paused for a second longer. "I don't think we are going to miss this thing when come across it either."

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Aster caught the apple and glanced at the spot where Quinn had been. It was sort of comforting to have her on their side, but not being able to see the vampire was alarming; well, she'd just have to have faith that Quinn was going to continue helping them. She followed behind, examining the foliage closely; she saw signs of other animal life, but nothing as big as a bear. This would be a fine place to hunt in the daytime, if not for the noisiness from the road.

She was by the treeline examining what looked to be a blackberry bush that'd gotten trampled a bit; by what, she didn't know, but it could easily be a clue. It looked like whatever had stamped the thorny tendrils down had been heading to the brook, so it confirmed her earlier suspicion. She pulled out her journal and in the dim moonlight she quickly sketched the scene, before heading back to the pebble bank where Ira and Aidan were discussing something.

She caught the later parts of Aidan's explanation, and grimaced. If this thing was big enough to take down a moose- well, she was suddenly thankful for having a terrifying creature of the night in their party. "Did the wounds seem fresh? Was it- er, still bleeding?" Aster questioned, looking up at the two warriors.

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Quin, ever the impatient young vamp was practically rolling her eyes at them all. Why didn't they just charge down the stream and get the bear now? The large prints obviously lead the way to a cave not too far.....perhaps that was just her that noticed? Oh yes and she supposed humans and the fawn were a bit more fragile than she. Facts she so easily forgot these days. She itched to just go down there and kill it, but judging by the smell and what she could hear Ira and Aiden talking about, that would be a terrible idea, she'd promised to watch over the fawn too. 

As she rejoined the other two, Quin remained in the shadows, not caring to coming out or do anything of much use. While yes she had gorged herself on those bandits not too long ago - the smell of blood was in the air and she was like a shark in the water. 

"There are tracks you know." She finally said, revealing her shadowy perch to be in a tree above them, "They lead down the river to a cliff cave." 

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On 7/21/2019 at 11:39 AM, DarkHorse said:

"There are tracks you know." She finally said, revealing her shadowy perch to be in a tree above them, "They lead down the river to a cliff cave." 

Ira and Aidan looked at each other simultaneously, and then took off at a jog towards where the tracks led. They didn't notice the second set at first, but now that they had seen them, it was like a lighted path. They only had to go a few hundred yards down the steam and they came to the cave. There was some sort of a damn where the river turned into a small pond, but Ira didn't focus on that. Instead he was entirely set on staring at the cave entrance big enough that they could have fit an elephant through the opening. There was no questioning whose residence it was, the of assorted animals littered the entire clearing around it. 

Aidan looked at Ira, as he reached for an arrow - "I am going to guess this is it." Ira started to look around and didn't see anything to be concerned about. He checked his ax and shield, and got ready for whatever would come toward him. Ira thought he heard the others catch up, as Aidan started to lob some arrows set aflame into the cavern. It might smoke out the bear, or if they were really lucky, one would stick to it and set it on fire. Ira saw a distant glow in the cave start to spread, 

"Maybe fate is on our side today" he thought to himself. He had no objection to taking the easy route. 

Suddenly, he heard a deafening roar from towards the river. Ira turned quickly to see what he had missed earlier - the dam creating the pond was a large beaver dam, and on top of it was the second largest creature he had ever seen. It was an enormous bear with yellow eyes, flinging entire logs from the dam like he was a child playing with matchsticks. Even from a distance, Ira could see the beast had claws like steak knives, and was easily twice as tall as a man. 

"Here we go" said Ira, as the bear started to notice that his home was on fire. "I hope those arrows are sharp." As Aidan starting pulling back the bowstring again, the bear lept from the dam to the shoreline, and started walking towards his uninvited guests. 

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The faun jumped at Quinn's sudden voice joining the conversation, and her eyes searched the area around them before landing on the perched vampire. She gave a thankful smile, albeit a bit strained since her heart was still calming down from the scare. She headed after Ira and Aidan, the tracks that earlier had just seemed like darkened spots of mud were now like a beacon to her. Looking at the bones scattered around the cave entrance, she gulped as she noticed the bones of a deer scattered and crushed among the litter.

Her ears flicked back, eyes widening as she heard the cracking of wood underfoot behind them. As Aidan notched his arrow, Aster turned around expecting Quinn and instead saw the monstrous bear, lumbering atop the beaver dam. "Guys-" Aster started, and winced as the bear roared. Grabbing her daggers, which suddenly seemed small and insignificant, Aster felt her entire body tremble as the bear walked forward. She could smell the beast easily; rotted meat, dried blood and the dingy musk of... Well, a bear.

"N-nasty thing." Aster mumbled under her breath to try and avoid the fear that clung to her. She could tell even at this distance that when the bear stood on it's hind legs she wouldn't even reach the creature's haunches. She took a deep breath to steady herself as much as possible, and darted forward.

The creature took a swipe at her, and Aster managed to dodge; if there was one thing this bear didn't have, it was the speed to catch the light-footed faun when she was expecting the blow. She darted around the side, slamming one knife into it's hide and trying to pull it along the flank but it stuck almost immediately. She yanked the dagger back just in time to get blindsided by another swipe of the bear's paws, and she was thrown back by the force. She hit the ground and rolled, not trying to stop the momentum until she was by the shoreline and she struck a dagger into the soft earth to stop the roll. She coughed, her lungs heaving and body aching, and stood again to assess the situation once more.

She rubbed the side of her head as the bear stood on it's hind legs, roaring once more; now that it was closer she could feel the ground shake from the force behind the roar, and she winced again. There was a small patch of blood from where she'd stabbed it, but it's wiry fur and tough hide was barely marred.

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Quin followed along with them, but kept to her high perch. She nearly rolled her eyes when they all stumbled onto the very obviously large creature destroying the beaver dam. Quin knew that it was there, she could smell it the closer she got, but she just did bother to tell them all.  What really pissed the creature off was setting the cave on fire - what creature big or small wouldn’t protest at something like that. Choosing to keep her sarcastic wit to herself, she bit down the remark she wanted to direct at Ira and Aiden. A task made easier when the Fawn attacked the bear. 

A brave move Quin thought, she found she admired the Fawn a bit more for her spunk and grit. Something she didn’t expect from such a fragile and easily frightened creature. Quin put her on edge but a bear? She just charged at it - how ..... interesting..... 

The smell of blood in the air set Quin’s pupils to dilating, initially she was going to wait and see how she could be helpful - more of a healer than a killer - ironic being what she was. But that smell - it wasn’t human so it didn’t send her into a frenzy, but it did set that gnawing hunger at the back of her throat. Despite having just gorged herself on that bandit camp, she couldn’t help her nature. She hadn’t even thought about what she would do if one of those three got hurt and started to bleed - could she control herself? Not if she was hungry......

The bear let out a mighty growl and aggravated roar and she continued to perch, despite the fighting and chaos beneath her. She bit her lip, the sharp tip of her elongating fangs puncturing her lip a little. What was a vamp to do? She could let the bear kill the three of them and then eat them.....then she could simply have her master turn Ira! She knew he wanted that in the first place....but then she would have to leave the bear. 

Quin’s palm smacked the side of her head sharply a few times, no no no she couldn’t let the bear kill them.....but if it happened to - she could eat them then? Maybe she could just drink the bears blood. She’d never drank an animals blood - it didn’t smell too repulsive.... She couldn’t just bite it as it was, his fur was too thick and she knew that would taste terrible! As she internally debated the fight would continue on beneath her. Her crimson pupils now dilated as she struggled with her internal battle. 

Then - a stroke of brilliance! Aha! She didn’t need to breath, but the bear did! From where it was perched she could easily knock it into the slow moving river and drown it. No need for anyone to shed any blood other than the bear! 

Faster than fast, she shot out of the tree and barreled into the bear. She would whiz past them like a shooting star, all snarls and teeth and claws. Using her unnatural weight and surprising speed she managed to knock the bear into the river and continued to use her weight to sink him towards the bottom. The splash on the surface of the water would be enormous from them both plummeting in. Thrashing on the surface initially causing more splashes and noise, and then it would stop.....the water would settle.....only the occasional bubble would come up.....and then nothing. 

What Quin had accounted for was that the bear needed air, what she failed to think of was that drowning creatures fought harder. After the initial shock of being thrust into the water and sunk towards the bottom, the bear began to struggle and fight back. Thrashing and swiping its claws around. It’s irrational movements caused Quin to lose her grip and need to float away or she would be clocked by one of its massive paws. 

As she disappeared into the muck, floating a little ways away from the bear and down the river, it struggled to surface. Finally breaking the top of the water and heaving itself onto the bank. It heaved and hacked and coughed up large amounts of water, panting and growling. While it was certainly more pissed than it was before, it was for a moment, incapacitated so the others could make a move. 

Meanwhile, Quin emerged on the other side of the river bank looking much like a swamp thing. Covered in smelly water scum, seaweed, mud and even a few leeches. She wretched at the smell herself, her overly sensitive nose not able to block it out. But now she wasn’t able to smell anything else, not the bears blood, not human blood, nothing other than river shit. Which, she thought, was a decent trade as she didn’t really want to eat at the moment anymore. 

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On 8/7/2019 at 10:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

Quin followed along with them, but kept to her high perch. She nearly rolled her eyes when they all stumbled onto the very obviously large creature destroying the beaver dam. Quin knew that it was there, she could smell it the closer she got, but she just did bother to tell them all.  What really pissed the creature off was setting the cave on fire - what creature big or small wouldn’t protest at something like that. Choosing to keep her sarcastic wit to herself, she bit down the remark she wanted to direct at Ira and Aiden. A task made easier when the Fawn attacked the bear. 

A brave move Quin thought, she found she admired the Fawn a bit more for her spunk and grit. Something she didn’t expect from such a fragile and easily frightened creature. Quin put her on edge but a bear? She just charged at it - how ..... interesting..... 

The smell of blood in the air set Quin’s pupils to dilating, initially she was going to wait and see how she could be helpful - more of a healer than a killer - ironic being what she was. But that smell - it wasn’t human so it didn’t send her into a frenzy, but it did set that gnawing hunger at the back of her throat. Despite having just gorged herself on that bandit camp, she couldn’t help her nature. She hadn’t even thought about what she would do if one of those three got hurt and started to bleed - could she control herself? Not if she was hungry......

Ira saw that the fawn cut the bear with one her blades and then get flung half a field away for her trouble. It was a bit of an uncoordinated, rushed attack and it made him smile from ear to ear. He had done something like that dozens of times. The bear stood bleeding above him a few feet out of reach, with a large gash around the waist of his left side. As they each stood their ground, it roared in furry because of the pain and the fact that these invaders were in his territory. Ira tightened his grip on his shield, and never breaking eye contact with the beast, he shouted "Aidan! Anytime now!".

He lowered his helm and saw the arrow strike the bear on the left, not quite in the wound, but close enough that the bear reared to the left. It was the open Ira was waiting for and he lunged forward swinging his ax at the giants right shoulder. He missed the target and the ax tore into the bears right forearm, it sprayed blood as the beast roared and swiped at Ira who was already out of his range again. Ira and the bear again stood eye to eye, out of range of each others blows. Ira saw the next arrow only graze the bear, causing more annoyance than pain or damage. All of a sudden, the situation complete changed. Ira had been prepared to come forward again, and found himself with his shield raised, his shield arm aching under the pressure of the bears body weight as he struck out in attack.

On 8/7/2019 at 10:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

The bear let out a mighty growl and aggravated roar and she continued to perch, despite the fighting and chaos beneath her. She bit her lip, the sharp tip of her elongating fangs puncturing her lip a little. What was a vamp to do? She could let the bear kill the three of them and then eat them.....then she could simply have her master turn Ira! She knew he wanted that in the first place....but then she would have to leave the bear. 

Ira desperately swatted off the bears attacking paws with his ax and prayed that his left arm, his shield arm didn't actually break like it felt like it was on the verge of doing. The bear was far to fast and long for Ira to get close, and he was about 3 feet of reach of actually hurting the beat. 

"Come on Aidan, kill something!" he swore as he was being driven down the river bank.

On 8/7/2019 at 10:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

Faster than fast, she shot out of the tree and barreled into the bear. She would whiz past them like a shooting star, all snarls and teeth and claws. Using her unnatural weight and surprising speed she managed to knock the bear into the river and continued to use her weight to sink him towards the bottom. The splash on the surface of the water would be enormous from them both plummeting in. Thrashing on the surface initially causing more splashes and noise, and then it would stop.....the water would settle.....only the occasional bubble would come up.....and then nothing. 

Suddenly he saw Quinn emerge from the tree line, tackling the bear from the side, and throwing both of them into the river itself. They both stayed under the water from what seemed like entire minutes, as Ira watched a wretched struggle unfold under the water.  

On 8/7/2019 at 10:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

As she disappeared into the muck, floating a little ways away from the bear and down the river, it struggled to surface. Finally breaking the top of the water and heaving itself onto the bank. It heaved and hacked and coughed up large amounts of water, panting and growling. While it was certainly more pissed than it was before, it was for a moment, incapacitated so the others could make a move. 

Ira watched as the splashing and hissing finally stopped, all of a sudden, the giant creature finally reemerged on the river bank, struggling heavily to breathe after being underwater after such a long time. He was bent over on all fours, a few feet from Ira. Ira wasn't going to miss his chance, he took two steps forward, and raised his ax as he yelled, driving it right between the left shoulder blade and the neck, sinking the blade deep into the bears flesh. The bear roared in pain as he instantly spun and hit Ira with his other paw sending him several yards up the river. 

"Fuck me" Ira thought to himself as his ribs burned in anger from the blow. He slowly got back to one knee as he turned his head and saw the bear slowly rising as well - except with his right arm hanging low, clearly severed and unusable. 

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On 8/9/2019 at 6:33 PM, Greenmntman said:

Ira saw that the fawn cut the bear with one her blades and then get flung half a field away for her trouble. It was a bit of an uncoordinated, rushed attack and it made him smile from ear to ear. He had done something like that dozens of times. The bear stood bleeding above him a few feet out of reach, with a large gash around the waist of his left side. As they each stood their ground, it roared in furry because of the pain and the fact that these invaders were in his territory. Ira tightened his grip on his shield, and never breaking eye contact with the beast, he shouted "Aidan! Anytime now!".

He lowered his helm and saw the arrow strike the bear on the left, not quite in the wound, but close enough that the bear reared to the left. It was the open Ira was waiting for and he lunged forward swinging his ax at the giants right shoulder. He missed the target and the ax tore into the bears right forearm, it sprayed blood as the beast roared and swiped at Ira who was already out of his range again. Ira and the bear again stood eye to eye, out of range of each others blows. Ira saw the next arrow only graze the bear, causing more annoyance than pain or damage. All of a sudden, the situation complete changed. Ira had been prepared to come forward again, and found himself with his shield raised, his shield arm aching under the pressure of the bears body weight as he struck out in attack.

She was probably lucky she hadn't knocked her head against some rocks; the fact she was only struggling to breathe was a good one, it meant she could get back into the fight as soon as she could force her muscles to relax and wrap her head around her next attack. She didn't know where Quinn was, but she did see Aidan and Ira begin their barrage. Aster grinned, a feral adrenaline-filled expression as Aidan's arrow struck true and Ira lunged towards the beast, ax tearing into the bear. Things were happening quickly, but it all seemed to be in slow motion at the same time.

Maybe she'd hit her head harder than she thought. Oh well, that was future Aster's problem.

Her eyes darted back towards the flaming cave, mind racing but whenever she made a connection it felt like touching a live wire. The cave was no use to her, so she'd ignore it for now. Her eyes scanned the environment, hearing the bear's claws scratch against Ira's shield as a small amount of panic started rising in her chest. She could jump back in, but it'd be more dangerous if Ira thought he needed to protect her and himself.

On 8/7/2019 at 8:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

Faster than fast, she shot out of the tree and barreled into the bear. She would whiz past them like a shooting star, all snarls and teeth and claws. Using her unnatural weight and surprising speed she managed to knock the bear into the river and continued to use her weight to sink him towards the bottom. The splash on the surface of the water would be enormous from them both plummeting in. Thrashing on the surface initially causing more splashes and noise, and then it would stop.....the water would settle.....only the occasional bubble would come up.....and then nothing. 

What Quin had accounted for was that the bear needed air, what she failed to think of was that drowning creatures fought harder. After the initial shock of being thrust into the water and sunk towards the bottom, the bear began to struggle and fight back. Thrashing and swiping its claws around. It’s irrational movements caused Quin to lose her grip and need to float away or she would be clocked by one of its massive paws. 

Quinn shot out of the trees, striking the bear with a supernatural strength that left Aster's head reeling. She cursed loudly as the two disappeared under the water and ran to the riverside, following the current as she tried to figure out where they'd resurface. She could only hope Quinn was able to keep the bear underneath for long enough to stun it a bit- well no, all she could really ask for was that Quinn didn't get swept away by the water. She cursed a few more times for good luck as her eyes tracked the bubbles, until they stopped.

On 8/7/2019 at 8:03 AM, DarkHorse said:

As she disappeared into the muck, floating a little ways away from the bear and down the river, it struggled to surface. Finally breaking the top of the water and heaving itself onto the bank. It heaved and hacked and coughed up large amounts of water, panting and growling. While it was certainly more pissed than it was before, it was for a moment, incapacitated so the others could make a move. 

 

On 8/9/2019 at 6:33 PM, Greenmntman said:

Ira watched as the splashing and hissing finally stopped, all of a sudden, the giant creature finally reemerged on the river bank, struggling heavily to breathe after being underwater after such a long time. He was bent over on all fours, a few feet from Ira. Ira wasn't going to miss his chance, he took two steps forward, and raised his ax as he yelled, driving it right between the left shoulder blade and the neck, sinking the blade deep into the bears flesh. The bear roared in pain as he instantly spun and hit Ira with his other paw sending him several yards up the river. 

"Fuck me" Ira thought to himself as his ribs burned in anger from the blow. He slowly got back to one knee as he turned his head and saw the bear slowly rising as well - except with his right arm hanging low, clearly severed and unusable. 

The bear emerged from the water, and Aster squeaked in panic, her hands moving to her daggers. Ira stepped forward and drove his blade into the bear's shoulderblade, and the faun grimaced as the bear roared once more. She took advantage that it was focused only on Ira, and moved forward as Ira was swatted away and thrown flying. Her eyes moved to the ground, slick with water and churned into mud from the bear's lumbering movements; the terrain was dangerous, and frankly pretty fucking cold against her bare hooves.

Her blades she knew would do little, but she flanked the bear anyways as it's limping movements grew slower by the second. It roared once more, shaking the ground, and Aster bit her lip on instinct. She questioned why she'd signed up for this in the first place as she dove forward, using her speed to her advantage as she sunk both blades into the bear's hind leg, on the same side as it's incapacitated front leg. It roared with pain and she kicked it uselessly, scrabbling to gain purchase as she held on. It tried to turn around to snap its jaws at her, and she kicked it in the face as it grabbed hold of her shirt and tore into it; the teeth had managed to nick her flesh, but it hadn't gotten enough of a grasp to pull her off.

"The lungs! Go for the lungs, Aidan!" Aster shouted, her voice unsteady but determined as she yanked a blade out of the bear's hide and stabbed it into the bear's face; she missed the eye, but managed to get it embedded into the cheek and she used the leverage to maim the bear's face as best she could. She knew she had about another ten seconds before she'd have to bail or get ripped into shreds, so that was a fun countdown in her head.

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Quin was momentarily oblivious to the chaos on the other side of the water. She was busy trying to shake off and cleanse herself of the scum that was burning her nostrils, very much like a cat that had been dunked in water unexpectantly. She did managed to watch Ira get sent flying by the bear, only momentarily forgetting humans were fragile creatures. She smirked for a second, laughing at him and then realized he was likely hurt from that. The fawn too looked to be barely hanging on, shouting at Aiden to shoot the thing in the lungs while she held it. Fat chance he’d get that arrow off reliably, he’d probably complain about it for ten minutes before he got his ass in gear and then demand to go to a brothel as payment.

Quin noticed blood, not just the bears blood, clinging to the fawn. She momentarily had a crisis in her head, on one hand, if she went over there she might smell it and want to eat her. But she did want to eat her - but she didn’t. Ohhh this was difficult. Either way time was running down quickly for the fawn and Quin needed to act as Ira would likely throw himself back into the fight like an idiot if she didn’t. He never knew when to stop, even injured. 

With a sigh she dove back into the water and swam across, the frigid depths pulling the scum off of her as she went since she was nearly skating across the surface. Claws extended and dripping water she drove them into the bears belly, arms straining to keep him upright and poised for an arrow to pierce him. It didn’t matter if Aiden missed and hit her - she’d heal quickly so long as it wasn’t silver tipped. That would get them in trouble by her keeper for sure. She let out a feral snarl as his good claws came down and slammed into her arm, she heard it snap, but she wouldn’t move - it would heal.... It came down again a little weaker this time. 

“Just fucking shoot Aiden!” She yelled. 

 

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On 8/9/2019 at 8:33 PM, Greenmntman said:

"Come on Aidan, kill something!" he swore as he was being driven down the river bank.

"I would if you got out of the fucking way" he said to himself, being careful not to stumble off the log he was going across. "I hit a one foot wide target, in the wind from 45 yards. Once again, nobody loves the archer". He jumped off, and splashed into the water, trying to not trip on debris in the water as he went. 

"Archers are too far away to be noticed, yet when they hit something they aren't glamorous like a catapult or trebuchet, so they aren't loved." he found a large rock in the middle of the river bank, 3-4 feet in the air at least. He got on top of it, drew the bow and aimed. It was a long shot again, and the bear was moving too quickly to aim accurately, so he aimed at it's center and let one go. It barely hit the beast, skimming the top of its shoulder blade. 

"There needs to be someone with a bow in every outfit, yet the truth is, I am the best damn swordsman here!" he grumbled as he notched another. "And if Ira could hit a barn door at just 15 yards, then by all rights,  he would be using the bow, and I would be fighting the bear." The next arrow landed almost exactly where the previous one had, this time sticking in the bear just to the right of the neck. Considering that the arm had already been severed, it was not going to have any effect.  The problem was that he was simply too far away for an accurate shot. He hopped off of the rock and started to try and figure out a path closer. The reason he had stayed back on higher ground was that a tangled mess of downed forest mixed with giant skeletons made for a terrible landscape. He knew the others wouldn't appreciate that fact, all they would ask if why he didn't kill the monstrosity with a single arrow from 50 yards away. 

On 8/12/2019 at 3:11 PM, Asphodel said:

"The lungs! Go for the lungs, Aidan!" 

He looked up and saw the fawn putting up a hell of a fight, tearing bear chunks out of the beast as it tried to drag her closer to finish her off. They were in an area where the river turned into a small pond, and he saw a log in the middle of the river some 15 meters away from where they were. 

"Perfect", it would give him a good shot for the entire area. Aidan hurried toward the log, but had to make his way past some dense bushes in the way. He pushed his way through the sticks as he kept getting jabbed,.

"Fucking Ira, so typical to get us involved in something like this." He saw both Ira and what used to be Quinn hurrying toward it, with Quinn getting their first. He climbed onto the slimy log, and made sure to keep his balance as he moved across. He drew an arrow and aimed to see Quinn holding the bear nearly straight up, and being beaten in the head for her effort. 

"Simple enough" he said, as he loosed it. 

On 8/15/2019 at 12:08 PM, DarkHorse said:

“Just fucking shoot Aiden!” She yelled. 

"Beat you to it" he said as he watched the arrow go into the bear in the center of its chest. He had already notched a second arrow when he saw Quinn get smacked by an entire arm for the second time. He loosed it, and saw it was embedded just to the right of the first one. The bear took two steps toward Aidan, and let out one last mighty roar as the third arrow hit him straight in the heart, before it fell for good. 

Aidan walked closer to the beast and drove an arrow through it's skull for good measure. As the others started to come closer to him, he looked up from the corpse and said,

"Your welcome for that by the way, I mean, that is one tight grouping." 

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Aster yelped as the countdown in her head sunk lower and lower, until a sudden force hit the bear from the underside and caught the beast's attention, and it swiped downwards at whoever was clinging on from the bottom. Aster spared a glance down to see a disgusting, revolting river-monster with long, terrifying claws and predatory eyes digging into the bear's flesh and holding it steady. And then it shouted out with a familiar voice, and Aster didn't know if she should feel less scared to know it was Quinn grappling with the bear's underbelly.

She let out a curse as the bear swung it's head, her dagger abandoned embedded in it's snout, smacking her own head and nearly throwing her off. All she could do was focus on clinging as suddenly the bear's attention turned to Aidan, and it let out one last roar before collapsing onto the ground. Aster slumped off of the bear, exhaustion feeling like fire in her muscles; the fight with the crows in the tavern earlier felt like a million years ago, even though she knew it'd only been that afternoon. She gulped in a breath and stumbled to her feet, before making her way unsteadily over to Aidan.

"That was awesome Aidan. By all that's holy that thing was strong." Aster said breathily, pulling her daggers out of the bear's tough flesh and wincing as she saw both of them had been warped slightly. "Is everyone alright?" Aster questioned, glancing down at her ruined shirt and finally taking note of the potential concussion from when the bear had thrown her- wait, it hadn't just thrown her during the fight. "Where's Ira?"

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As the bear took two steps forward, Quin pushed against it to keep it from moving more. Aiden’s well placed arrow saw that it stopped permanently, however the bear fell right atop Quin. Squashing her beneath its stinking hide, something that would have crushed a human - instead it was a mere nuisance to her. 

Muffled voices came from the other side of the bear and Quin began to wiggle her way out from under it - the carcass shifting and moving as she clawed her way out. She chuckled to herself as she thought the humans must be shitting their pants thinking the bear was coming back to life. As her head poked out from under the creature she took a pretend gasp of air before cackling at her own joke. She didn’t need to breath - hilarious that they still did. 

“About damn time you did something right.” She baited Aiden as she walked to the water to rinse off the muck, mud and bear blood. 

Her arm was nearly completely healed and recovered from the previous mauling, again something that reminded her of the frailty of humanity. Such delicate little creatures, made her wonder why she was so attached to her own mortality while she lived. Shaking her head she continued to rinse herself off, keeping clear of the living things until she could be certain they weren’t bleeding. That wouldn’t end well for any of them. 

She distracted herself with the state of the dead bear, nearly completely intact! Minus the arm - but that was easily fixable she was sure. It would make a wonderful pet for Otto - the master would be quite pleased as well - if she could get the experiment to work that is. 

The Fawn was concerned about Ira - again something else she’d forgotten about when she lost her mortality. Living things had to worry about other living things, especially in moments like this. Once she’d ascertained there was no living blood around she would administer what healing she could - she was after all - a doctor. 

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Ira got himself onto one knee, and brought himself up and out of the mud. Two of his ribs were on fire, definitely bruised, possibly cracked. He saw the bear was dead - this was an improvement, because he was banged up enough that he was sick of fighting for the day. He walked over to the others, and saw that Quinn was stuck inside the bear carcass. As the former doctor emerged, Ira felt the ax in his hand. He gripped it slightly tighter, and raised it a little bit. He could end it here. Remove the abomination that she had become from the earth for good. He lowered the ax and instead looked at Aidan who wore quite the grin. Aster looked exhausted as well, and funnily enough still worried after the bear was dead. 

Ira stepped out from around the bear as Quinn popped out of the bear. He looked at her and said,

"That is going to be quite the teddy bear for Otto.  Let's get this thing carved up and get the hell back to town. I could use a stiff drink".

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