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inkedspell) wrote2035-09-17 09:41 pm
inkedspell) wrote2035-09-17 09:41 pm
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deercountry (2022)
These are memory share options for people interested in seeing some of Saeri's life.
One -- The fight where she gets trapped in the Mystlands
Two -- Traveling through mountains and getting attacked by a rainbow eye mountain lion.
Three -- When she is tortured by the Kraal and threatened with the lives of other captives to help adapt their weapons
Four -- Saeri wakes up to the aftermath of what she'd done when the Soulcarver awakened and Certain Choices Were Made to try and get herself free of it...which did not end well for her arm.
Five -- When shebegged argued with JD to let her come with the Inkmetal Forge.
Six -- Her first reconstruction site after joining the Inkmetal Forge while helping after a major flood
Seven -- Baby Saeri memory of literally almost dying because her brother is a fucking horrible person who locked her in a windowless storage shed in the middle of a California summer.
Eight -- A talk with her older sister, Dahlia, after her brother destroyed her birthday cake when she was seven.
One -- The fight where she gets trapped in the Mystlands
Two -- Traveling through mountains and getting attacked by a rainbow eye mountain lion.
Three -- When she is tortured by the Kraal and threatened with the lives of other captives to help adapt their weapons
Four -- Saeri wakes up to the aftermath of what she'd done when the Soulcarver awakened and Certain Choices Were Made to try and get herself free of it...which did not end well for her arm.
Five -- When she
Six -- Her first reconstruction site after joining the Inkmetal Forge while helping after a major flood
Seven -- Baby Saeri memory of literally almost dying because her brother is a fucking horrible person who locked her in a windowless storage shed in the middle of a California summer.
Eight -- A talk with her older sister, Dahlia, after her brother destroyed her birthday cake when she was seven.
Two (Age: 16) (cw: blood, injury, animal attack)
She is filthy, tired, and aching from the journey, but she doesn't stop. Wouldn't stop.
She has to find a Gate. And if that meant she has to cross the entire Mystlands that's what she is going to fucking do.
The winds through the mountain are picking up. It wasn't too cold, but the colorful dust was picking up, making it harder to see. She has to find a place to wait out them out. It takes another twenty minutes just to find a big enough cave but at least it's tall and wide, jutting from the mountainside like nature aggressively carved it out.
From the look of the gashes on the walls around the cave...maybe it wasn't "nature."
Not that she has the chance to turn back now. She pulls out a crystal from her satchel, letting it glow dimly to guide her. Her flashlight had died weeks back, so she's been making what supplies she could. Crystals were really hard to come across here.
Something softly cracks beneath her feet and she looks down, lowering the crystal so she could see. Long, elegant feathers littered the ground. She can't see all of the colors due to the dim lighting, but they look like...peacock feathers? What peacock lives in mountains? There' also grass and sticks and...hay? She's not sure, but it's a trail of something that she wouldn't be surprised to see in a nest. Maybe birds used to hide out in here...
There is a low, growling sound. She freezes. She should have ran.
Wind gusts by her and there is the flapping sound of wings in the shadows before she's dodging to avoid sharp claws that came out of the dark. She drops the crystal and light vanishes within the cave. The only light left is at the front of the cave, mostly blotted out by the windstorm, and she's not even close enough to use it.
She isn't fast enough the second time as the claws rake across her left arm like fire, slamming her into the wall of the cave. She screams out and its on her again, teeth ripping into her leg but an elbow to what she assumes is its head causes a shriek and it pulls back. She rolls away and pulls her flashlight out of the loop of the makeshift belt she'd fashioned to hold more supplies. The battery might be dead, but it's still made of metal. Her arm burns and it's like lightning striking her all over again, the nerves crying out at the magic she's funneling through her barely mended runes. She grits her teeth and feels the metal warping longer, sharper. Plexiglass breaks. She doesn't even care as long as it gives her a weapon.
There's that sound again. The flapping of wings too big for the space they are confined in. She dodges better this time and slices out with the spear she's just made. Something hopefully long enough to keep the beast at bay, but not too long to maneuver in the cave. The growling only increases and the beast yowls like a deranged feline.
She backs up as fast as she can. Her hand shakes, she can barely hold onto the spear. Tries to shift it to her left hand, but that is a supremely stupid idea and her arm tells her that. There's a rainbow of loose dirt piling up at the front of the cave as the wind howls outside. But she is close enough now that her eyes can adjust again, allowing her to see what she's fighting.
The massive beast stalks forward, claws raking the ground and wings flared in warning. It's a fucking giant cat--mountain lion, cougar, panther--but most of its body is covered in feathers. Colorful, bold feathers with eyes like peacocks. Eyes like a warning instead of a lure.
She's exhausted, the wind's been knocked out of her, her eyes are swimming, and she's going to have to fight a panther than looks like a peacock. Fucking great.
Except that now that she's right by the cave entrance, a decent distance away from the beast whose home she accidentally intruded upon...it stops. The cougar sniffs the air, cocks its head and stares. She doesn't know how long they stare at each other. The only sound between them is the wailing wind beyond the cave.
"Uh...sorry," she finally says. "Didn't mean to perform a breaking-and-entering. But if you try to claw me again I'm gonna stab you somewhere soft and painful."
She keeps the spear out before her, her own warning not to come closer. The beast doesn't speak back--not that she would have been surprised if it had--but after another moment it turns and makes its way back into the dark recesses of its home. Just like that.
She hits the wall again, this time out of exhaustion and pain, sliding down to sit against it. The left side of her body feels like she was just mauled. Because she was. And that fucking sucks.
She's only lucky that she's got some basic supplies still left over after this time that she can maybe make some decent bandages out of. She's gonna have to get the wounds cleaned and covered before infection sets in. That's not how she's going to die.
There's no way she's dying before telling people she fought a peacock mountain lion to a stand-still.