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Aug 16, 2017 2:05:17 GMT -7
Post by Ezra Oak on Aug 16, 2017 2:05:17 GMT -7
Fifteen feet long, ten high - eighteen if one counted the horns. Even as the creature bowed its head to eat the tall grass grown in the clearing, it had another head and shoulders on any human. ‘Bear-like’, Ezra had noted when he first spotted the monster out in the jungle. The basic anatomy of old and extinct animals was completely useless in just about every aspect of life, to the point that Ezra wondered how not just one but three authors had gotten books published on the subject, and why any of them had bothered in the first place, but it did come in handy as a drawing shorthand. He could begin by sketching a bear - something he was familiar with and had practiced - add a neck half as long as the rest of the body (and seemed to stretch and contract as it wanted), a head that was completely devoid of the stark-white hair that otherwise covered the creature like a bad shag carpet, and feet that ended in the bird-like talons that would be in his eyes in a matter of seconds if he got spotted in his little hiding bush. It’d been no less than ten minutes of trying to sketch the thing’s twisting horns. He knew because he’d counted; ten minutes, eighteen damn horns that were thin and crooked and he swore every time he looked down at his paper and looked back up, they’d moved. The worst part was he never actually saw them move, and it was always just a little bit at a time, so he couldn’t be sure if it was just the midday light playing a trick his drawing hand was in on or what. At this point he was considering giving it his best estimate and slapping a “something like this” over the top, especially when he still had the markings on the claws and the details of the eyes to mark in. He crawled slowly and carefully through the foliage on his left, settling on his third vantage point. Giving in now to some uncooperative horns would make this whole trip into the jungle and the last half hour for naught, and he had better things he could be doing with his time than risking his life for a picture that was just going to end up worthless. He stared for a long moment at the horns, trying to commit the complex and interwoven pattern to memory, its size and location relative to each other and the area around it, and again put pencil to paper. Aphaerla Suir
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Aug 20, 2017 5:34:30 GMT -7
Post by Aphaerla Suir on Aug 20, 2017 5:34:30 GMT -7
To Aphaerla, fighting the monsters in Twilight Jungle was a personal mission. Something she felt was her duty, or her mission in life. And perhaps, something she felt like she had to do to make up for the actions of her parents. Plus, it was one of the few things she was genuinely good at. She wasn't very smart and couldn't handle a lot of the complicated things people talked about. She wasn't very good with people because she wasn't allowed to be around them very much for most of her life. However, she was strong, fast, and could maneuver through the jungle despite its density. It was one of the few places she felt at home.
She came to the jungle as often as she possibly could, even if she was somewhat injured. As long as she could move, wasn't hindered because of pain, and didn't have any broken bones, she could come. The right side of her face was still a bit swollen from her last fight, and her area around her right eye was completely purple, but it was more or less cosmetic at this point. It wouldn't hinder her movement, and while it was extremely unpleasant when it was touched, if she was getting touched in the face she was doing something wrong anyway. It meant that Aphaerla could handle some more fights today.
Because of her power, stealth was not her forte. Despite that, because of the amount of glowing plants and animals in the jungle, sometimes she could blend in reasonably well. People would still see her coming of course, but it was easy to mistake her for part of the flora or fauna. Of course, that went for the monsters as well. Aphaerla stuck to the higher parts of the trees, as she normally did. It only took a bit of basic parkour from a tree near the wall to get up there, and from there she could easily jump from tree to tree using her spear to aid in any difficult jumps. It made it a little hard to see down below, but she figured the smaller monsters weren't as dangerous as the bigger ones. The logic made sense in her head, and she could spot most of the larger ones from this high up.
It didn't take her too long for her to come across one. Some weird thing with weird horns. It was there, so that was more than enough reason for her to hunt it. The best part was that it looked like it hadn't noticed her yet. Carefully, she moved from tree to tree until she was positioned directly above it. The creature's horns looked sharp, but Aphaerla was not deterred. She amped up her power until the entire area was bathed in a blinding flash of white light. It only lasted for about a second, but that was enough time for her to drop to the ground and thrust her spear right through the creature's head. Aphaerla grabbed onto a vine so that she wouldn't be impaled on its horns, then hopped onto the ground, dragging her spear through the rest of the creatures head. The creature dissolved into a few puffs of fur like it was melting ice cream.
Aphaerla poked at the remaining bits of fur to make sure it was really dead. Once it didn't move, she rested her spear on her shoulder and gave the now empty area a satisfied nod. One down, way too many to go.
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Sept 4, 2017 22:14:18 GMT -7
Post by Ezra Oak on Sept 4, 2017 22:14:18 GMT -7
Ezra looked down, and when he looked back up he had been expecting round five of inwardly cursing at the creature and its uncooperative biology. Instead, he looked up just in time to catch peek flash. The jungle was dark and his eyes were adjusted to that - Aphaerla’s blaze looked to him like when one suddenly turns on a flood light in a previously lightless room, namely, pure white.
It was all he could see for several seconds - absolutely nothing - and it made up the bulk of his vision for several more afterwards as he attempted to replace the bright dots in his vision with what the jungle should actually look like by squinting, blinking, and resisting the urge to start cursing from his spot in the bushes in case that’d been the attack of another monster.
An ability which vanished in direct correlation with his vision clearing and focusing, and he came to find the monster had not been replaced with another, flashier one, but rather an extremely bright human.
“Hey Flash Bomb! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” A couple of leaves stuck to his hair with how quickly as he stood up. Fists tightened into balls, he stomped out of the foliage towards the woman. “I was studying that, and you and your spiked stick turned it into pudding!” He kicked a lump of the melting fur, which, in response, melted further. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to sneak up close enough to monsters without getting spotted to sketch them accurately, let alone find a damn specimen that isn’t running around like its head’s been cut off and it’s looking for someone’s to be its replacement?!” He wasn’t bothering to keep his voice at all down, nor was he bothering with personal space. If she let him, he had the intention of getting up in her face, arms crossed and still speaking very loud. “Half of them smell or see or hear you coming for no discernible reason besides the apparent fact that the jungle hates human guts, and then they want to eat you or rip off your head or both! Then when you finally do, you finally sit down in an area of the forest that doesn’t have murderous plants too, a human comes and picks up the slack! Thought you were a monster too at first, with your mutation. What, do powers make you more bloodthirsty too?”
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