Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Predator vs Prey event
Where: All over the city
When: March 13th-March 21st
Warnings: None

It all starts with an explosion, because Rage is excellent at managing her anger. But an explosion isn't enough - she hasn't worked out all her feeling yet. Not until the city itself has gotten caught up in her anger at Fear for being unable to save Delight. And yeah, that means you.

So now you're a predator (Rage) or prey (Fear). You want to hunt, or you're being hunted. Maybe you were defenseless before, or maybe you're the sort who no one could be afraid of... but it's different now, because the gods are passing on their blessings to you. All the better to catch and kill, or run and hide.

What will you do? Try to resist the urge? Good luck with that. Who would want to resist, anyway, when it feels so right to give in? Hunt someone down like a cat after a mouse, or flee like a deer before wolves. Maybe you can find someone to help you, whether that means hunting in packs or looking for safety in numbers. Who knows, maybe you'll even make a few new friends while trying to kill your old ones.

► This log covers March 13th-March 21st.
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get caught by a predator or have things turned on you by your prey, please let us know here.

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[thanks_bunches]

[ Geralt didn't really know the area well. He assumed some people might have been hiding here, on account of it being so secluded and all. Well, he was kinda right, there was definitely someone here alright, or something.

Being a Witcher, Geralt had a sense unlike normal humans, he could see, hear, smell and even feel things that were no longer there or that had once been. So when he started to pick up all kinds of strange feelings from his atmosphere, he let his guard up and kept an ever watchful eye out.

At first, as the thinking fog rolled in all around him, Geralt expected a Foglet to appear, when it didn't however, Geralt took a few swigs of the potions hanging from his belt, just in case he needed them.

It was then that he heard it. Then that he saw her. Then that he smelt it.

Despite the effects Rage has inflicted upon him, Geralt still had some slight, be it mild composure and his curiosity to inquire got the best of him. Drawing his silver sword, Geralt passed the signs that scattered the floor, an uneasy chill gripped him and shuddered up his spine like a death rattle. ]

Witch hunters?

[ His gruff voice uttered out. Yellow, cat-like eyes almost glowing as the venom in his tone hissed out. If there was one thing other than the Wild Hunt that Geralt hated with a passion, it was Witch Hunters.

Catching wind of Sharon as she pressed to hide against a decaying building, Geralt made a slight detour on his path, though as he did so, the sounds and smell become almost unbearable. Managing to lock eyes with the girl for but a fraction of a moment, before Geralt heard an all too familiar voice crying out in the distance. ]

Triss?

[fogsong]

[ Sharon's breath catches when he spots her, the hairs on the back of her neck standing at attention. She tries to will herself calm as she dips out of sight, concentrating on luring him away. All he does is mutter a name but it's enough to know he's been ensnared.

The cries raise in volume and a low chant thrums through the air, the sound of tens of people repeating the same thing over and over. It's as if the very fog itself demanded the woman's death.

Burn the witch!

It doesn't matter how fast he moves. It doesn't matter if he walks or runs, when he finally makes it to Triss' pyre, her body has already caught flame, skin bubbling, boiling, and peeling away, unrecognizable. The chanting continues, though, off in the distance again, as if leading him somewhere. Sharon will follow him closely behind, intent on driving him forward and, hopefully, away from the people she cares for. ]

[thanks_bunches]

Triss!!

[ Lunging towards the crowd, towards her flame engulfed pyre, Geralt swung his sword to break a way through them, yet as he did so, they simply vanished, moving through the air in the brownian motion of smoke. Worse yet, as soon as he lay hands upon Triss' corpse, with no regards for his own pain or safety, her body simply crumbled to ash, spilling out between his fingers and blowing away, into the direction Sharon was leading him.

The sound that left Geralt's throat was unlike any cry he'd ever made. The raw rage, sorrow and anger that emitted was haunting. Black tendrils flowing through the veins in his face, the potion he'd drank prior to being ensnared, starting to take effect. God help anyone who spilt his blood...

Catching wind of Sharon, Geralt pressed on, only this time he was sure he saw pale, ashen blond hair trailing the misty corners as they raced off. No, it couldn't be? Ciri? No, she couldn't be here, she was smarter than that, there was no way. ]

What now you piece of filth?! Show yourself! ... I dare you.

[ There was something terrifying about a vexed Witcher. Something even more terrifying about a Witcher that was grieving the violent death of a dear, close friend. Triss' murder was hard enough to contend with, his mind replaying her screams, the smell of her burning flesh and the feeling of her disappearing into the air still lingering on his fingers... What sick place was this? What more did it want with Geralt? Though, despite all his rage, Geralt was clear about one thing... If there was so much as a hair out of place on Ciri's head when he found her, the streets would be stained red with blood.