Night 6
Chantilly holds his head in his claws. "Wait...don't go," he pleads with the Wildclaw. "I wish you'd kill me, while you still have the chance. I don't want to lose myself again. It was the most awful feeling...you shouldn't have healed me."
"Nonsense," Delta responds brusquely, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in her chest. "You'll be fine. Just think about your clanmates waiting for you...You'll be fine."
Asher curls up under the lee of a crumbling wall. He shivers. He didn't exert himself today, and he's afraid his mind is playing tricks on him. He doesn't sleep a wink all night.
Tamarix is suddenly, violently, ill. He wonders what on Sorneith he could have eaten--he's been avoiding berries like the Plaguelands. Then he remembers; it wasn't something he ate, it was that puddle he drank from. Maybe he should have waited and gone to the river instead. He is very sick.
((Tamarix is "dead", pending rescue.))
As soon as the fit of melancholy came over him, it is gone. Ling feels much better about his situation, even to the point of fixing up a shelter for the night.
Tsunami prowls around. She hears the
shing of metal on metal. An enemy! She goes into stealth mode and attacks. Sunshine was still cleaning her sickle and never even knew what hit her.
((Sunshine is "dead", pending rescue.))
Bruce staggers to his feet and backs away from the crazed Guardian. Even if she's attacking the dragon who just tried to kill him, he's not interested in attracting her attention. He backs straight up into Night, who stabs first and then looks to see what nearly stepped on him.
((Bruce is "dead", pending rescue.))
Just a little reminder that you can still participate in roleplay after dying! You may interact with your own clanmates, other tributes who have died, or with Spaucklerby and Xiuhpilli. Just not in the same post, please.
Also, since this is dragging on so long, feel free to ask to be removed from the pinglist. I'll add you back for the final winners post, so you won't miss out on prizes!
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