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(Sarah's nightmare battle with Nicholas)
[Tue Jan 23 2024]
In the depths of an abandoned bomb shelter
As you venture deeper into the bomb shelter, the musty air gives way to a slightly more habitable space. A small mattress, weathered but still recognizable as a place of rest, lies on the concrete floor. The dim light reveals faint stains and the imprint of forgotten dreams on the fabric, suggesting this spot once provided uneasy comfort in uncertain times. To your left, a series of chains are bolted into the concrete wall, a stark contrast to the surrounding desolation. The cold metal links seem out of place, their purpose unclear. Perhaps they once held tools or equipment, remnants of a time when this shelter served a more functional role. Now, they dangle with a sense of abandonment, their significance lost in the layers of neglect. The walls bear traces of past attempts to make the space feel more like a refuge. Faded posters, their edges curling with age, depict scenes of idyllic landscapes and slogans of perseverance. A small wooden crate sits nearby, its lid askew, revealing a collection of mismatched itemsa flashlight with dead batteries, a tattered paperback novel, and a few crumpled maps, relics of forgotten journeys.
It is about 35F(1C) degrees.
Sarah sighs, glancing around, "...Oh dear. Well that's inconvenient timing..."
Nicholas seems to be bound and chained for the longest period of time until he's starting to be pulled into the nightmare. He's sobbing uncontrollably, already covered in blood but without the slightest hint of a wound upon his frame.
"...Come out come out wherever you are, little puppet," Sarah starts to call out, "Enough of the sobbing, or I will give you something to sob about. Where are you?"
Eventually, with the seeming disappearance of what's on their frame Nicholas's sobbing changes to something lacking grief and putting a grand emphasis on pain. Snapping occurs throughout their frame as they give a loud cry of pain that twists and pulls into that of a snarling, snapping wolf.
"That sounds most wolfish." Sarah remarks with a furrow of her brow. "How very irritating. I hate dealing with your ken."
Surprise! From amidst the darkness comes a familiar beast for Sarah as Nicholas(wolf) hurls itself from the dark to slam bodily into the member of Haven aristocracy. He's on her with a fury, snapping and snarling at any piece of her frame he's able to reach.
Sarah curses to herself, holding up her arm defensively, "...Get the hell off you freaking dog." She complains of the slavering wolf, trying to get out from under the massive beast
It's a few moments but Sarah definitely would be able to break free from Nicholas(wolf)'s initial rush of biting, clawing teeth as the shadow assault bleeds into a mauling of her outfit. He's sluggish this time, as opposed to last, evidently not the type of wolf to embrace his lunacy.
Sarah tries to run away, without too much of a success, really, slowed as she is by the Wolf Among Us.
Yeah it definitely seems like this beast is one to chase. In a pursuit worthy of the militant Left, Nicholas(wolf) attempts to eat the rich. Sarah.
Sarah focuses on the wolf, holding out her hand. "...Right. Time for you to take... A little break." Sarah murmurs with a grimace
Sarah stabs at the wolf, then starts to retreat, looking grateful at a Hand Peacekeeper wearing a suit as he arrives. "..You took /far/ too long." She accuses, her armor not looking so good at all.
Even as the odds shift ever further into Sarah's favor, Nicholas(wolf)'s charge is uncompromising and hyper-fixated upon the Wilson elite. He's sluggish though, oh god how he's sluggish as he comes bound stumbling after the woman, his muzzle slashed open as he tries to sink his teeth into her forearm.
Sarah keeps weaving backwards, now firing her blowgun at Nicholas(wolf), "Are you planning to do something or what, Alfred?!"
Sarah continues retreating, attacking the wolf with dart after dart as she does so, her bodyguard now shooting
Still Nicholas(wolf) attempts to pursue Sarah and only her as his legs bundle and he comes thundering along after the weaving Wilson. He's snapping and snarling, but he's definitely slowing.
Sarah taps something on her suit, then jumps at her peacekeeper. She then stares at Nicholas(wolf), trying to accomplish something, it seems
Ruh roh, things aren't looking too crash hot for Nicholas(wolf) as he attempts to come about in a quick turn and bound back thunderously after the woman. He's not doing too well though, it seems.
Sarah seems to be more at ease now, firing her darts into Nicholas(wolf) as she retreats further and further. "...Right, shouldn't be long now..."
Nicholas(wolf) is a staggering and stumbling mess by now as his back legs outright fail due to the influx of darts and bullets to his thick hide. He's still definitely -trying- to bite Sarah, but it doesn't look like he's got too much pepper left in him.
Sarah furrows her brow, then fires her dart in Nicholas(wolf)'s leg, laced with a paralytic. "...Time to take a nap, little wolf."
Nicholas(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.
Sarahs Nightmare Battle With Nicholas 240124
(Sarah's nightmare battle with Nicholas)
[Tue Jan 23 2024]
In the depths of an abandoned bomb shelter
As you venture deeper into the bomb shelter, the musty air gives way to a slightly more habitable space. A small mattress, weathered but still recognizable as a place of rest, lies on the concrete floor. The dim light reveals faint stains and the imprint of forgotten dreams on the fabric, suggesting this spot once provided uneasy comfort in uncertain times. To your left, a series of chains are bolted into the concrete wall, a stark contrast to the surrounding desolation. The cold metal links seem out of place, their purpose unclear. Perhaps they once held tools or equipment, remnants of a time when this shelter served a more functional role. Now, they dangle with a sense of abandonment, their significance lost in the layers of neglect. The walls bear traces of past attempts to make the space feel more like a refuge. Faded posters, their edges curling with age, depict scenes of idyllic landscapes and slogans of perseverance. A small wooden crate sits nearby, its lid askew, revealing a collection of mismatched itemsa flashlight with dead batteries, a tattered paperback novel, and a few crumpled maps, relics of forgotten journeys.
It is about 35F(1C) degrees.
Sarah sighs, glancing around, "...Oh dear. Well that's inconvenient timing..."
Nicholas seems to be bound and chained for the longest period of time until he's starting to be pulled into the nightmare. He's sobbing uncontrollably, already covered in blood but without the slightest hint of a wound upon his frame.
"...Come out come out wherever you are, little puppet," Sarah starts to call out, "Enough of the sobbing, or I will give you something to sob about. Where are you?"
Eventually, with the seeming disappearance of what's on their frame Nicholas's sobbing changes to something lacking grief and putting a grand emphasis on pain. Snapping occurs throughout their frame as they give a loud cry of pain that twists and pulls into that of a snarling, snapping wolf.
"That sounds most wolfish." Sarah remarks with a furrow of her brow. "How very irritating. I hate dealing with your ken."
Surprise! From amidst the darkness comes a familiar beast for Sarah as Nicholas(wolf) hurls itself from the dark to slam bodily into the member of Haven aristocracy. He's on her with a fury, snapping and snarling at any piece of her frame he's able to reach.
Sarah curses to herself, holding up her arm defensively, "...Get the hell off you freaking dog." She complains of the slavering wolf, trying to get out from under the massive beast
It's a few moments but Sarah definitely would be able to break free from Nicholas(wolf)'s initial rush of biting, clawing teeth as the shadow assault bleeds into a mauling of her outfit. He's sluggish this time, as opposed to last, evidently not the type of wolf to embrace his lunacy.
Sarah tries to run away, without too much of a success, really, slowed as she is by the Wolf Among Us.
Yeah it definitely seems like this beast is one to chase. In a pursuit worthy of the militant Left, Nicholas(wolf) attempts to eat the rich. Sarah.
Sarah focuses on the wolf, holding out her hand. "...Right. Time for you to take... A little break." Sarah murmurs with a grimace
Sarah stabs at the wolf, then starts to retreat, looking grateful at a Hand Peacekeeper wearing a suit as he arrives. "..You took /far/ too long." She accuses, her armor not looking so good at all.
Even as the odds shift ever further into Sarah's favor, Nicholas(wolf)'s charge is uncompromising and hyper-fixated upon the Wilson elite. He's sluggish though, oh god how he's sluggish as he comes bound stumbling after the woman, his muzzle slashed open as he tries to sink his teeth into her forearm.
Sarah keeps weaving backwards, now firing her blowgun at Nicholas(wolf), "Are you planning to do something or what, Alfred?!"
Sarah continues retreating, attacking the wolf with dart after dart as she does so, her bodyguard now shooting
Still Nicholas(wolf) attempts to pursue Sarah and only her as his legs bundle and he comes thundering along after the weaving Wilson. He's snapping and snarling, but he's definitely slowing.
Sarah taps something on her suit, then jumps at her peacekeeper. She then stares at Nicholas(wolf), trying to accomplish something, it seems
Ruh roh, things aren't looking too crash hot for Nicholas(wolf) as he attempts to come about in a quick turn and bound back thunderously after the woman. He's not doing too well though, it seems.
Sarah seems to be more at ease now, firing her darts into Nicholas(wolf) as she retreats further and further. "...Right, shouldn't be long now..."
Nicholas(wolf) is a staggering and stumbling mess by now as his back legs outright fail due to the influx of darts and bullets to his thick hide. He's still definitely -trying- to bite Sarah, but it doesn't look like he's got too much pepper left in him.
Sarah furrows her brow, then fires her dart in Nicholas(wolf)'s leg, laced with a paralytic. "...Time to take a nap, little wolf."
Nicholas(wolf) fades out of the nightmare.