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23
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she/her
SEXUALITY
demisexual
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huntress
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Sept 1, 2022 22:18:26 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 1, 2022 22:18:26 GMT
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the cold bites like a viper this far north. all-encompassing, violent, peaceful, all of these at the same time. it is a stillness that poisons, envenomates, and then contaminates, leaking through limbs until every digit turns black, 'til every ounce of flesh sloughs off, 'til every extremity is frozen beyond recognition.[break][break]
tasha is familiar with all of it. it was her life with every bitter winter that passed in siberia. today, however, marks the first winter she spends without alexei since she received him so many years ago. he's gone, missing in that great, wide unknown, and all tasha can do about it is scour every nook and every cranny in search of a beast that may not have followed her into the abyss in the first place. alas, this sense of uselessness doesn't mean she doesn't try. it's been her single, nearsighted goal with every second she spends beyond her cabin, now inaccessible. so she braves the familiar, biting cold no matter the cost, bundled up in the only item that reminds her of home, the coat that's kept her safe for six years now.[break][break]
avoiding the beasts and demons that roam the tundra proves an elementary task for the huntress. though her coat, red as it is, should stand out in the vast white expanse that's become arctica, it renders her nearly invisible to the tower-sized monsters that vaguely wander the snow-packed glaciers. not to everyone, though.[break][break]
as tasha scales a broad, rocky cairn on the embankment of a frozen ocean, snow crunches nearby. wariness shot into her heart like a bullet, she glances about wildly, hair disturbed and yellow eyes brimming with caution.[break][break]
in the absence of an obvious threat, tasha dares to hope. she calls out in a low tone, desperately hoping that the sound belongs to her oldest friend. "...alexei?"
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Sept 2, 2022 17:20:12 GMT
Post by Miyah on Sept 2, 2022 17:20:12 GMT
Rapid breathing permitted the snow covered forest. Miyah leant against a tree, her eyes bloodshot as she clutched her arm. The trail of crimson blood snaked its way back, splashes sinking into the snow, staining it. The bandage she'd hastily wrapped round the slashes on her upper arm had stopped most of the bleeding. She wasn't going to die, but she felt she’d just come damn close. She let her eyelids sink close, the cold snow around her feet a nice sensation. Adrenaline was one hell of a feeling, but it had no use once the fighting had subsided. She needed her senses, she needed to just calm down, and think. Natasha saw her a good ten seconds before Miyah did. She whirled around, letting out a sharp pained cry as she fell back down onto the snow. Her breathing was hard and laboured, her eyes glancing up and down the woman. She looked allot more suited to this environment.
Miyah looked down at her own clothes, the ripped and torn beige shirt offered little to no insulation. “I hope you’re not going to kill me, cause I won’t be able to stop you if you are.” Miyah groaned, laying her back down into the snow. It was cool, and felt nice on her exposed skin. “I'm Miyah, nice too meet you.” She said, keeping her eyes closed. She nursed her arm.
Pulling up her forearm, she winced slightly, the small inventory screen appearing on her forearm. She flicked her finger, a bottle of deep drown liquid appearing. She sat back up, pulling the top off the bottle, and taking a long hard swig. “Where are we?” She asked.
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23
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SEXUALITY
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huntress
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Sept 2, 2022 23:42:02 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 2, 2022 23:42:02 GMT
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tasha's eyes narrow through the snowstorm. no, it's not alexei. it's a woman. even more unmistakable is the oppressive aura of blood in the air, attuned to only by tasha's sudden affinity for blood in the aftermath of the awakening. a wounded woman wandering the tundra aimlessly, nursing her arm and dressed so poorly for the environment that tasha can hardly believe it. how could this possibly get any worse?[break][break]
tasha bites her tongue, eyeing the hulking, leering silhouette of a massive, skyscraper-sized beast on the horizon beyond the trees. they should be quiet if either of them wants to make it out of this place alive.[break][break]
all suspicion and wariness evaporates as tasha lurches forward, off the rocky cairn and onto the snow alongside where miyah now drinks dark liquid from a bottle. tasha hates the look of it, hates the look of a stranger, hates the appearance of a person instead of her dog, but father always taught her never to abandon a person in need, and she will not tarnish his memory. it's with a deep, steadying breath that tasha winds her gloved palms up beneath her crimson coat to remove it from her shoulders—and with it goes her power.[break][break]
"tasha," she introduces herself in a low, gruff tone, evidently not accustomed to speaking at length with somebody she doesn't know. "will not kill you. we are far north, farther than i've ever been."[break][break]
soon thereafter, she unceremoniously dumps her coat atop miyah, leaving her clad only in her thick utility pants and her insulated long-sleeve shirt. the cold seeks to bite into her flesh as soon as she does this, but tasha wills it away, baring her teeth and shaking her head in the process. "you will freeze. put the coat on," she intones, and raises her head to warily scan the horizon before briefly glancing back down at miyah and the bandages around her arm. "you are injured?"
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Sept 3, 2022 19:58:22 GMT
Post by Miyah on Sept 3, 2022 19:58:22 GMT
“No, I’m bleeding for fun.” Miyah says, grinning up at the girl as she slinks the coat around her shoulders, the thick red coat settling around her form. “Far north you say, must be Russia. You have that accent, same one Pavel had, fucking nutjob.” She shakes her head, letting out a small laugh at the thought of her old Russian acquaintance. “He nearly killed me you know…” Miyah held her hand up, pointing her finger beside her head, about an in inch away from her temple. “ Misfired his gun this close to my head, old dog had no trigger discipline.” She smiles. The girl retracted her finger, flicking the small light screen that hovered above her forearm. The bottle promptly disappeared in a flash of light, similar to the one when people travel through the waypoints. Taking another look up at the girl, Miyah furrowed her brow, facial expressions were a clear tell of a persons intentions and some were better at hiding them than others. The pale looking girl was cold. Not because of the cold Artic wind that steadily whipped around them.
“Alexei, lost him?” She asked. “Party member? Brother?” She continued to inquire, steadily beginning to get to her feet. Miyah was honestly surprised. Ever since they’d been thrown into this game, she felt stronger. Not in a raw kind of strength, but those small scratches, slashes and blunt forced hits were stinging just a little bit less than they used too. “I’ll be fine. Why don’t we find your friend? If he's as tough as it looks like you are, he'll be fine, but better find him just in case.” Miyah suggested. The snow wasn’t her most familiar environment, but it didn’t completely nullify her, the deserts got pretty cold at night anyway.
“Those giants on the hill…” She nodded her head past Natasha, at the great hulking mass on the horizon. “They hostile? They look pretty slow, doubt they’ll be able to see us if we stick to the ridge.”
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23
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SEXUALITY
demisexual
CLASS
huntress
UNSORTED
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Sept 3, 2022 22:12:21 GMT
Post by natasha on Sept 3, 2022 22:12:21 GMT
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bleeding for fun?[break][break]
tasha narrows her eyes at miyah. 'it doesn't look very fun' are the words that die on her lips as soon as she recognizes the tell-tale signs of a bitter grin on the woman's face. ah, a joke. humor. yes, tasha knows all about that. she matches miyah's smile with an awkward baring of her teeth that can hardly constitute an expression of joy or even laughter. the process seems about as foreign to her as the new world she's found herself in.[break][break]
both women move beyond this strange interaction quickly thereafter. as miyah draws tasha's coat over her shoulders, tasha drags her eyes like thorns across the horizon, ever the watchful vanguard. the only thing to distract her from this inimitable task, however, is miyah's story. her words drag across the imagined face of a middle-aged russian man that immediately sparks into tasha's mind at the mere mention of his trigger finger. tasha's first thought is that, fortunately, this wounded woman is no stranger to strife, marking her as a beneficial ally. second, tasha remarks that miyah certainly has no fear of death, a trait they share. the pale huntress laughs, this time genuinely. miyah has managed to catch tasha's wily, guileless attention against all odds, if only because stories have always been the fastest way to her heart. "none of my people have it—'trigger discipline'," tasha barks out with a jagged, awkward smile. it evaporates as soon as it appears, suffocated by the immense cold that defines the woman's existence. "we are both lucky i have no trigger with me."[break][break]
then she says his name. alexei.
tasha shakes her head rapidly. her eyes go glassy. "no," she answers miyah's questions on who alexei is to her—no brother, no party member. the windswept girl can't help but curl her nails into her palms to the point of pain. "he is a dog."[break][break]
miyah recovers quickly, tasha notes. quickly enough that she's even offering to help find alexei with her, an extension of good faith that sends tasha's head into a tailspin. miyah reeks of wandering, awash with the sense of somebody who has never belonged in claustrophobic cities and studio flats, just like tasha, but this line of similarity does not implicate a sense of innate and intimate trust within seconds of meeting. what is the game here? what does miyah want from her?[break][break]
the huntress stumbles over herself in her desperation to reply. "not even sure if he is here," she admits with a stammer, glancing away from miyah's face with a cold purse of her lips. "haven't seen him since... since the thing. have no idea if he is even alive at all."[break][break]
but i've got to keep trying, her mind chimes in, ever the source of good hope and faith.[break][break]
tasha's glad for a distraction from the pit in her stomach that grows with every day she is without alexei. she exhales deeply, and her breath wafts through the air in a puff of smoke that rises from the ridge before her very eyes, hazing across the hulking masses on the horizon. one steps forth in the distance, and the glaciers beneath rumble with the force. "hostile, yes. slow, also yes. deadly?" tasha's eyes harden. "very. is best to avoid. you really hope to help me find alexei?"[break][break]
this is the first time she's made genuine eye-contact with miyah since they've met. her yellow gaze is seeking, hopeful, bitter in the way it clings to a shred of good faith. she needs only to confirm that miyah has no bad intentions from this point forward.
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21
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Nomad
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Post by Miyah on Sept 4, 2022 2:23:45 GMT
“You don’t look like you have people. No offence.” Miyah sighed, brushing the snow off of herself as she fully stood up. They were the same size, and from the brief looks of it, the same build. Almost all of the people Miyah had meet so far had been, for lack of a better word, average. People that lived in city apartments. Shopped, ate, went to school and lived their lives as mundanely as everyone else. There had of course been exemptions, and Natasha was in this category. People that lived rough and hard before the switch. This game could give as many powers and abilities as it liked. But it couldn’t give experience. “Well, not for a while at least. Even more of a reason to find Alexei.” She smiled again. ‘A dog, huh? Probably big, no, definitely big.’ “Was he wounded when you lost him. When did you lose him.” She started by asking the basic questions she’d need to know. A wounded dog would move slower. Knowing when he left would say how much ground they needed to cover.
She paused for a second.
"have no idea if he is even alive at all.
“You give up looking for him, then he’s dead for sure.” She commented, leaning on her hip as she stretched out the injured arm. The empty sidearm holster on her back waist, and the two knives she kept strapped to each side of her belt would have told the amber eyed woman all she needed to know about the state of Miyahs inventory. She was sure of this, cause shed done the exact same thing back, subtly noting over all the areas Natasha would have kept weapons on her person. But she couldn’t account for these damn abilities. There was no tell, no way of knowing what was coming until the fucking thing hit you square in the chest. ‘Keep an eye out, you never know.’
"you really hope to help me find alexei?"
Miyah caught the girls gaze, keeping eye contact. “I’m here now. What kind of person would I be if I said no?” She joked, a slightly warm aura to her deep green eyes. She may have been an arrogant woman, with a small pinch of self-importance. But she wasn’t heartless, far from it.
She glanced back at the lumbering colossus, the echoing impact of its feet sending gentle rumbles through the powdery landscape. It was impossibly tall. No living creature could function like that. It was far away enough to not be able to make out the finer details of the giant. But Miyah assumed it was made of stone, or even maybe ice. “If I was a dog, I’d make sure I stay clear from them.” She nodded towards the creatures in the distance.
“And you know this land better than me. Take lead.” She finished, glancing down and shaking her foot, making dure the boots she was wearing were securely in place. She wasn’t exactly in the best shape for a fight, but she wouldn’t just sit there and be dead weight if one was to occur.
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