Savage Archipelago — Rain Receding — [Day 4, Morning]

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Volgya quickly follows, "Careful!" he calls out to her.

She then becomes conscious of her steps and half begrudgingly pulls back on her pace.  Eventually, they arrive at the riverbank.  No predatory animals to be seen.

Volgya and Anni hear the munching on the other side of the river, and can tell that there was some kind of corpse being feasted on.  To Volgya, they don't sound as ravenous as before.

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Volgya disregards the munching animal and takes a drink from the water.  Not before inspecting it under light first of course.

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Anni moves to the water and does the same, drinking her fill.

She looks around.

"Well... It's already getting dark." Guess we should set up camp.

[SWAT One]

Aǹni walks back over into the forest and begins to collect wood, the some particularly dry, and some particularly sturdy.  She sees a Zamolyke clinging to a branch in passing, and ignores it at first, but then reconsiders, wondering if it might make a good meal and tries to think about ho to capture it.  She walks back to camp and drops off an armful of wood.

"Think ye can manage a fire or shelter?  It's dry and sturdy, fit for fire or shelter.  I may have found us a morsel of food, live."

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"Am I limited to one or the other?  If you've found food, shouldn't I get a fire going?"

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"Do what ye can.  I don't think ye's unable."

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Gus grunts, his eyes fluttering open. A nightmare, one that woke him up. Sitting up slightly, Gus rests his forearms on his knees, letting his eyes trace over to look at his leg to check how it has healed.

[SWAT One]

Gus grunts, his eyes fluttering open. A nightmare, one that woke him up. Sitting up slightly, Gus rests his forearms on his knees, letting his eyes trace over to look at his leg to check how it has healed.

He looks down and sees something crawling on his leg toward the wound.

The wound didn't heal that much.  Seems too deep to heal in a matter of hours.  The bleeding, however, has slowed down.

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Volgya grunted, and decided that at that moment, heat was more important as night fell.  He set to work starting a fire, and afterward, would see what he had left, and if he could make a shelter with what he had.

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He looks down and sees something crawling on his leg toward the wound.

The wound didn't heal that much.  Seems too deep to heal in a matter of hours.  The bleeding, however, has slowed down.

Alarms skyrocket, and with nothing in his immediate reach he moves to simply bring his hand around to smack whatever's crawling towards his wound with prejudice.

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Volgya grunted, and decided that at that moment, heat was more important as night fell.  He set to work starting a fire, and afterward, would see what he had left, and if he could make a shelter with what he had.

There isn't enough to make a full shelter it seems.  Enough to make a windbreak, though.  The gusts up here are more intense than those in the lull of the forest or at the shoreline.


Aǹni wanders off back to find the Zamolyke she found earlier and looks around it to see if it can be captured safely with bare hands.  She decides that grasping it behind the head and along its back is the best way to restrain it.  Waiting for the moment when her balance is just right, she grabs it.  The creature, not happy at all, begins to screech and squirm, attempting to turn itself around to bite Aǹni.  But she holds on tight.  The creature realizes that despite how much it tries, it cannot win now, and remains tense, but relaxed, muttering to itself in some unknown insectoid tongue.  Aǹni then begins to carry her prize back to the camp.

On her way back, she hears the sound of Barbosetts a league behind her whooping and howling in the trees, answered by a chorus of angry Ogorai squealing, the most remarkable of which is the sound of a baby Ogorai squealing in what only could be described as fear, but then, a sound which twists knots in her stomach, that of pained agony, the sound that an animal makes only as it is being ripped apart and eaten live.

Volgya, being in relatively close proximity, hears this as well.

Alarms skyrocket, and with nothing in his immediate reach he moves to simply bring his hand around to smack whatever's crawling towards his wound with prejudice.

He smacks his leg which quickly dispatches the bug, but also has the immediate effect of inflicting a wave of pain from his legs, radiating out to his foot and his thigh and body.

Soon thereafter, he hears the commotion in the forest, and focuses in on it to make out what the sounds are.  Despite his experience in battle, this grueling sound, too, disgusts him.  As he looks in that direction, however, he notices a faint orange glo illuminating the treeline in the distance around 1.2 km away.

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Gus squints at the orange glow in the distance- before his eyes trace down towards his injury. "Maybe I've lost enough to start hallucinating..." he murmurs, grunting as he moves to gather enough sticks and wood in his vicinity to grow his fire enough to act as a beacon. "If not, I guess this will do." he huffs, brows furrowing. "I'll have to make a crutch."

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At the sound of the gut-wrenching squeal of pain, Volgya grimaced.  He continued to warm himself at the fire, deciding to watch the flames dance to take his mind off of it.

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Gus squints at the orange glow in the distance- before his eyes trace down towards his injury. "Maybe I've lost enough to start hallucinating..." he murmurs, grunting as he moves to gather enough sticks and wood in his vicinity to grow his fire enough to act as a beacon. "If not, I guess this will do." he huffs, brows furrowing. "I'll have to make a crutch."

He limps about, collecting sticks and branches, and deposits them at a newly fashioned wood pile.  Then, he piles it onto the fire.  Soon enough, the fire grows and begins to reach at least half his height.  He looks around his camp and also notices a lot of tall grass and some herbaceous bushes, that look like they'd be right for creating large flames, given enough supply.  He focuses on occasionally on the flickering orange glow in the thinly-wooded area, and as he walks about, he thinks that he isn't hallucinating.  Someone else IS here.

At the sound of the gut-wrenching squeal of pain, Volgya grimaced.  He continued to warm himself at the fire, deciding to watch the flames dance to take his mind off of it.

Aǹni returns with the Zamolyke.  Not what Volgya expected to be referred to as food.  The giant arthropod resembles a stingerless scorpion but the size of one's forearm, and more segmented at the middle, probably to allow for easier navigation through the underbrush.

"I know, I know.  Not exactly appetizing, but if we roast the lit'l beastie, I figure we'll be able to live on it.'

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Grunting, Gus heads over to collect bundles of these tall grasses and bushes to feed into the fire gradually to bring it to rise- optimism filling his heart and head. "If I can just get it high and bright enough to get them over here, all will be well. If it weren't for that damned boar, I could go seek them out myself." there's another glance down to his injury, furrowing his brows before he carries on with his work.