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location: West Jungle
mood: Paranoid
interactions: AstroBunny
mentions: SavannahSmiles

THE FISHER.

She wasn’t ready.

A conviction Phara had repeatedly conveyed to herself and others at least thirty times so far today. The events from two weeks ago still felt raw and rather than grow from the trauma, Phara felt more vulnerable than ever before. Sending her into the jungle where those…things had crawled out from was a cruel punishment, even if it hadn’t intended to be.

Scaled fingers curled more tightly around the wooden spear in her hands. It was nestled close to her chest and held in a position more suitable for swinging than stabbing as intended. Crude weapons had been made since the attack, but there had been very little training in how to use them. Before this morning, Phara believed she didn’t need to learn since she kept to the shores and had zero intentions of ever stepping foot inside the emerald territory. The prospect of being sent on a survey team had never once crossed her mind. From a logical perspective it needed to be done, but that didn’t ease her nerves any.

Yelping at the sound of rustling leaves, Phara quickly side stepped closer to the partner she had been assigned to on this journey. Since Bee and Autumn had the most experience within the jungle out of the group thus far it made sense that they were the leaders of their respective expeditions. Four and Phara had been sent with them as an extra pair of eyes and hands since the other three at Camp could hardly afford to leave their positions. Cassiel wasn’t as useful in the crowded jungle where his wings were rendered useless, but he seemed to have a faith in Phara that she couldn’t scrounge up for herself.

“W-what exactly are we looking for again?” she stuttered out, albeit quietly. Whatever had rustled nearby was quiet now and the pair continued walking across the leaf littered ground. They had been walking for about an hour already and sweat glistened along their bodies from the suffocating humidity. Her scales adored the moisture and Phara’s complexion was practically glowing, but she hoped they’d come across drinkable water soon. Worst case she could probably sip from some of the flowers and plants that appeared to be collecting water from the air, but was that safe? It was another question she could ask the Hunter, but not so soon after her first.

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She wasn’t ready.

A conviction Phara had repeatedly conveyed to herself and others at least thirty times so far today. The events from two weeks ago still felt raw and rather than grow from the trauma, Phara felt more vulnerable than ever before. Sending her into the jungle where those…things had crawled out from was a cruel punishment, even if it hadn’t intended to be.

Scaled fingers curled more tightly around the wooden spear in her hands. It was nestled close to her chest and held in a position more suitable for swinging than stabbing as intended. Crude weapons had been made since the attack, but there had been very little training in how to use them. Before this morning, Phara believed she didn’t need to learn since she kept to the shores and had zero intentions of ever stepping foot inside the emerald territory. The prospect of being sent on a survey team had never once crossed her mind. From a logical perspective it needed to be done, but that didn’t ease her nerves any.

Yelping at the sound of rustling leaves, Phara quickly side stepped closer to the partner she had been assigned to on this journey. Since Bee and Autumn had the most experience within the jungle out of the group thus far it made sense that they were the leaders of their respective expeditions. Four and Phara had been sent with them as an extra pair of eyes and hands since the other three at Camp could hardly afford to leave their positions. Cassiel wasn’t as useful in the crowded jungle where his wings were rendered useless, but he seemed to have a faith in Phara that she couldn’t scrounge up for herself.

“W-what exactly are we looking for again?” she stuttered out, albeit quietly. Whatever had rustled nearby was quiet now and the pair continued walking across the leaf littered ground. They had been walking for about an hour already and sweat glistened along their bodies from the suffocating humidity. Her scales adored the moisture and Phara’s complexion was practically glowing, but she hoped they’d come across drinkable water soon. Worst case she could probably sip from some of the flowers and plants that appeared to be collecting water from the air, but was that safe? It was another question she could ask the Hunter, but not so soon after her first.

 

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Kane

The Guard

Mood: Fight-Mode | Location: Near Campsite | Tag: AKULA ​

Living on the island was a far stretch from the life Kane had lived in the lab. Though she hated to admit it there was no doubt that life inside the lab was a paradise compared to what she’d been through in the last 2 weeks. Arriving on the island was the biggest shock as of yet, but saying she wasn’t prepared for the occasion would be a lie. The weeks leading up to being dumped on the island Dr. Valentin had changed the strict regimen she had maintained. On the curriculum list were lessons like “Surviving on Your Own”, “How to Distinguish Prey from Predator”, “Cleaning Wounds 101”, and doubling the time she had spent with Dr. Michael; the least pleasant thing about it all. She had heard of the doctor on a few occasions, but never had the pleasure of being his patient. Dr. Valentin was the one in charge of her, but for some reason he felt it was vital she spend time with Dr. Michael. Each meeting he increased the intensity of what they were doing, and the vigorous training had her thinking Dr. Michael was his own kind of psycho.

Changing her schedule wasn’t anything to consider as it had been done before, but she had wondered what situation would prompt her to use lessons that had to do with survival. she hoped it had nothing to do with hurting someone. Kane had only hurt a patient once, and if she was ever called to do it again she couldn’t say no if the doctors demanded it. Even now, as she thought of that incident her chest tightened, but luckily being on the island called for anything but killing. So far.

As the wind suddenly changed direction Kane lost her train of thought. Catching a whiff of something other than the usual was not out of the ordinary, but hearing a creature change its stepping pattern was. About half a mile out she heard the split-second change in footsteps. Inching down to the ground Kane scanned the area she could see. The spot she chose to be at was within reach of the campsite, but at least 80 feet out to be able to get a broad view of who or what was around the site. Listening with intent this time, Kane was waiting to see if the sound came back. Counting from 1-potato onwards to a full 28 potato’s were counted before the wind changed slightly towards a different direction, which prompted the footsteps to continue. The steps were heavier, though continued to tread at a slow pace based on the step intervals. Glancing in either direction Kane meticulously repositioned herself towards the sound of the footsteps, and away from the campsite.

She was going to whistle to alert the team members that stepped away from the campsite, but hesitated. Not having a clear sight of the creature, and not knowing how to stop it could easily create a disadvantaged situation, so Kane decided against it. Staying completely still she used the cover of tall grass to hide where she was, and the change in wind to keep from alerting the creature. Waiting as the steps came closer Kane finally spotted an animal about 100 feet out before it was able to spot her.

Ah...She breathed. The creature was a 4 legged animal, and even at a distance she could see the tan fur with dark spots, though hazy. Narrowing her eyes she watched as the animal trotted closer while moving its head around, as if it was looking for something. A cub huh... From what she had observed the cub was looking around the forest while cautiously trotting her direction. Once it realized that she was there the cub changed its stance and exposed its teeth, but so did Kane. She used her throat to give a deep growl, and once the cub grew scared she stood back up to go over to it. Her intention was to pick the cub up, and track the parent that was probably looking for it. Before she could do so the wind abruptly changed direction, and she caught another whiff of the same scent from the direction behind her. Whipping around she saw a larger leopard closing the distance they had with rapid speed, and in less than a second she was fighting for her life.

Holding the leopard-no, jaguar by the throat she held back the 200 pound animal as it tried to bite at her. Using its claws the jaguar scratched at her sides before Kane used all her strength to throw the animal on its side. Swiftly getting to her feet she ran the opposite direction of the campsite to keep the jaguar from getting any ideas. As the large cat raced after her she used momentum to swing around and send the animal flying with a punch to the face. Planting her feet on the ground she prepared for impact as the jaguar sprinted back to her with wild eyes. The jaguar jumped as its jaws were wide open for a bite, but Kane forced the jaguar into a headlock; wrapping her arms around its front leg and neck as she fell to the ground with the jaguar. Locking her hands together she struggled as the jaguar tried with all its might to break free. Its four legs flailing in the air attempting to hurt her, but eventually going limp as the headlock knocked it out.

Continuing to lock it in place Kane waited up to a minute before she let go of the position. Arms falling to her side she wondered what the hell she was going to do with a knocked out jaguar, and its cub. Letting out a few huffs she got back up with a grunt, and dragged the animal back to camp.

Seeing that Aranae was at the campsite Kane walked in her direction. “’Ay,” she called out. “I don’t know what to do with this, you got any ideas?” She pointed at the Jaguar. Where the cub was she had no idea, but it couldn’t be far.

 

[AKULA]

Aranae woke up that day feeling refreshed, not remembering the last time she ever woke with a purpose since… Years. The morning proceeded with a flurry of chopped logs, whispered curses and a large fish over an open fire. “Merde.” The curse slipped through her lips more often than she realised. Her tongue swiped across dry lips as she spun a web around the axe head. Another reason to bitch about this morning–make that every morning since the death of the Man. If she wasn’t stuck trying to fix her tools every second they came apart she could’ve built Rome by now.

But as it stands, her current achievement was seven log huts, standing proud and tall, as dignified as she could make them. The axe now secure, she resumed sharpening the end of a stake. Aranae had an idea for a stakewall or a palisade, a stretch of wall around the campsite made of sharpened wood she’d seen in pictures. An animal’s roar came the direction Aranae previously saw the newcomer dog hybrid was loitering. Aranae frowned, fingers tightly gripping the axe handle. Should she attempt another daring rescue like a fortnight ago?

Whatever roared as loudly as that did was a far-cry from a swarm of insects though. But before she could make that decision, out came the dog woman with a black animal in tow. She looked mighty pleased with herself too. Aranae scowled at the prospect of skinning the damn animal. “Eat it?” She drawled, pretending to sharpen a wooden stake for the wall.

“Might want to alert the others, can’t have a repeat of the last incident.” She warned. The newcomers had been briefed, probably slashing any thought of a tropical reprieve from the lab-prison they were previously kept in. At least they were there to tell them. Unlike the previous ones…

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Kane

The Guard

Mood: Nonchalant | Location: At Campsite | Tag: AKULA ​

“Good idea.” Kane looked down at the cat that was knocked out at her feet. Despite dragging the jaguar all the way to camp it never woke up, not even once. My headlock’s better than I thought, she complimented herself. The move was expected to be used against a human and have the knockout affect, but for the move to be used against an animal was a completely different story; as far as she was aware. None of her teachings mentioned using what she had learned on animals, but it sure came in clutch when she needed it. Kane put a pin on the idea that any and all of the moves she knew could be used against animals. The possibility alone opened doors that excited her.

Nodding at Aranae, Kane dragged the animal closer to the campfire set up nearby. “I’mma put him over here for a sec’.” She muttered. Wiping the sweat off her forehead Kane took in a deep breathe, and then whistled out a pitch that changed from low to high. The pitch had a soft wavy tone that was purposefully meant to sound like a bird, but Kane had worked with the group to help them distinguish her whistling from anything else. It was a great idea from Aranae to warn everyone about the issue considering the parent could be near. From what she'd heard about the teams past experiences it was better to be safe than sorry now that she knew what the creature was.

Dusting her hands off Kane glanced from the jaguar to Aranae. “By chance, do you know how to skin an animal?” She asked, with a hint of doubt. “Might have ta’ ask Bee for help on it, ‘cause this one’s pretty big.”

Hearing the trotting of the cub in the forest Kane peeked at the jaguar once more before walking away from it. “Ya’ mind if I leave ‘em here for a sec’?” She raised a finger to signify that she would be gone for just a moment. “I’ll be riiiight back.” Sprinting the other direction away from the campsite Kane followed the rustling sounds in the distance. The cub was being less cautious despite scaring him earlier, and because of that the hunt to find him was easier. Could have been because he was startled that a human was able to fend off his parent, or he got lost trying to run and ended up still being near the campsite. Once he was found Kane grabbed the cub from its scruff and brought him back to the campsite.

“What do you think?!” Kane lifted him up for her to see. “He’s a pretty aggressive little guy,” She snorted. “but no harm otherwise."

 

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Four

Location: Jungle
Mood: Curious and Cautious
Mentions/Interactions: SavannahSmiles (Autumn)

What is 'normal'? This very question had come to mind more than he cared to admit over the past two weeks, and yet he still hadn't found an answer to it. Time continued to fly by though, or maybe it just felt that way because he could see its passing, and yet all of the changes it brought seemed to just fall into place once again. Lowering his gaze from the canopy high above, yet another twig snapped beneath his feet, a reminder of the fact that this territory was unfamiliar to them still. Tentatively tapping the blunted end of his spear against the ground in front of him, Four stepped over a fallen log before continuing forwards. In the short time he'd called this island 'home', evidence of just how harsh nature could be made itself abundantly clear, whether that be the ground suddenly dropping beneath his feet in his first days here or today's lingering humidity that taunted him with being just shy of drinkable.

Given his lack of a dedicated position in the camp, he couldn't complain about being sent out on a scouting mission, but the swelling heat made him miss the cooling touch of the ocean near camp. Though he hadn't imagined that those back at camp would fare much better out here, and with the initiative to improve security, the need to keep them at base was made more apparent. Angling his head for a moment to sniff at the air, he could feel a bead of sweat raced past his cheek before gliding down his neck. Ignoring the scent of sweat, the mustiness of damp earth carried with it a brew of familiar and unfamiliar scents. For the moment, nothing he'd previously found a threat was approaching them, but that could change at any moment for all he knew.

If nothing else, it temporarily put his mind at ease, along with stirring his curiosity a bit. The typical trilling and buzzing of the forest inhabitants hadn't gone silent by any means, but he couldn't help but to think they had reduced their activity. Maybe the animals who called this area home had gone off in search of a cool place to rest, or maybe the heat had made them lethargic when they moved about earlier in the day. Given his experience, he knew that asking the animals would probably lead to more confusing answers, so he wouldn't bother with that for now.

"Shame. I thought it might've cooled down a little by now... How are you holding up?" Posing the question, he shifted his gaze over, and slightly downwards, to his partner in this expedition. The fox-eared forager undoubtedly had more experience in this green expanse than he did, but he couldn't help but feel slightly concerned for her with the heat. His tail gingerly swept away some of the leaf litter behind him as he walked, a small indication they could use to get back towards base in the unlikely event that they'd gotten lost. Given how little the foliage did to differentiate itself from the vegetation that surrounded it, he felt taking this level of precaution... and it might come in handy if they did find anything worthwhile on this trek- hopefully.

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