Survival 101 - (North West to Awakened Sight)

Survival 101 - North West to Awakened Sight
Game 2
Blog Entry 12

It took a while, driving North West to the nearest wooden area. Leaf felt most at ease in his environment, and it showed. He seemed less tensed, and made less mistakes, less slips of the tongue that could have angered the Urathas he was following furthermore. Damien did not care much for the location. He had travelled a lot, be it in the city or in the woods. Besides, new experiences were always fun. Miguel expressed little care, and neither did Ryan. Alice did not seem bothered either, but she did prefer the streets of the city to the woods.

The walk was long, however, and humidity stuck to their clothes and skin as they walked. Eventually, taking a rest seemed to be the best option as fatigue took them over one after the other. They found a spot by an abandonned cave deep within the woods, dirty, old but fairly enough for the short time they would spend there anyway.

Sorrik wasted no time in setting himself by a small pool of water no larger then the palm of his hand, chanting and casually gesturing mysteriously around it until a soft glow escaped from the water: essence. Perhaps it was to make amends with those he had angered earlier that he had done such, but he offered them the essence with a contented and gentle smile. Alice refused it, Damien inquired he needed none of it, but Miguel and Ryan, who had recently been into a fight with each other, dug in hungrily to restore their lost energy. It was refreshing and welcomed at this point.

Later on, Alice and Damien left to gather some food; fresh meat from the woods: a young deer that had nearly escaped them had Damien not managed to cut it off and rip its throat to shreds. Bringing it back, most ate their share hungrilly, for the exception of Alice, who only nibbled at a piece and left the rest to the beast. Her skin was turning grey again, and she seemed troubled, looking out at the distance. Leaf seemed to want to cheer her worries, whatever they were, by making shapes with the fire used to keep them warm, but Alice seemed to care very little, glaring at him and leaving him baffled and wondering.

In the end, the night was quiet and relaxing. One may have believed any type of enemies would have attacked then, but if they had planned anything, it was not at night. When the sun began to rise and small dropplets of water slid down leafs of the trees, the wolves and the mage set foot to find the hideout again. Miguel kept his distance, watching from the shadows and out of sight while the group looked for clues that seemed nearly impossible to gather... until Alice found shapes within the earth and grass resembling footsteps. It could have been anything, a lead into nothing, but it was better then having no lead at all, and so the group followed suit, trying to find if they belonged to lost sheeps or to those they seeked. Damien transformed into his beast form, his wolf form, in order to follow a sent on these tracks.

What they found in the end, when they felt as if their body was being ripped apart and their eyes rolled in the back of their head, was more then they had expected or had bargained for...

To be continued...