Nothing Personal, Just P.R.O.F.I.T [MPC#40] [Solo]
May 28, 2017 20:17:34 GMT
Post by Cion on May 28, 2017 20:17:34 GMT
MPC#40: Bounty Hunters
# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
The thrill of the hunt was much more appealing than she had expected...
The night had been long and cold for both predator and prey. Only the full moon gave light for the snowbound pine forest, deep asleep unlike the two in their continuous chase. Icy winds that howled like a pack of wolves caused branches and leaves to sway like tidal waves. Weak snowfall impaired sight and assured the white layer of frost would prevail regardless of the morning sun that would eventually rise. Eerie silence reigned supreme, only faint echoes being indicators of any form of life within the dark. That and of course the hasty steps of the huntress' prey.
The snow proved to be a strong hindrance for every hurried step the IceGazimon took. Knee-deep like in quagmire, he felt slow just like in a nightmare, though this one was all too real. Whatever exhaustion he had suffered before that forced him to remain in this weak form was only amplified with the rampart of snow he had to push through. His stance stiff and eyes tired, his breath became more violent with every second that passed by. Only his will to survive kept him pushing forward, but everyone knew the breaking point was just a tip of an arrow away.
Fueled with panic, the IceGazimon turned his head in every conceivable direction while moving, hoping to spot the predator before she did him. He could only dread what would happen if the latter occurred. If only he could comprehend why, though perhaps there was nothing to fathom in the first place. Just like nature, it was nothing personal, just one desire to thrive against the other. Still, a sentient mind craved a clear reason, though only hypotheses would surface from his subconscious. Had he committed a crime only a huntress could punish? Was he in the way of someone influential? Why could he not solve their conflict peacefully? Ultimately, only the predator knew the answer, and she would not share it.
A single rustling send the IceGazimon's spirit into a state of pure terror. Every tree, every brush, every rock; tacit like death itself yet fixated on by the prey's pupils. Something was nearby, but where and what he did not dare contemplate. As long as he could rationalize the situation, he could at least make himself believe that he was save. It was probably just a broken branch, nothing else. In the dark, it was simply impossible for the huntress to track him down, especially after so many hours, right?
Yes, yes of course. All he had to do was keep on moving until he found any shelter to survive the night in. A cave, a village, it did not matter to the IceGazimon anymore. As long as he would live to see another day, nothing else mattered anymore. Not the experiences he had made throughout his life, nor the years of dedicated work he had done to achieve something in life. Within a single night, everything he had ever known had approached an abyss, and he had let all of it fall. All these vanities of modern life... they mattered not anymore.
Ironically, being so close to death had made him feel alive not since years of monotony of everyday life. Yet he would never wish anything like he experienced onto someone else, as it was simply too harrowing. The boredom of civilization was preferable over a constant struggle for survival. Still it made him consider the past of the digital world, and the horror buried within. Before technology and cooperation, was this how everyday life? Filled with constant anguish about witnessing another day? And what were the predators thinking? Did they enjoy this, or were they too longing for the gentle embrace of peace?
By now, the IceGazimon did not even know where he was going, as each tree and bush mirrored the next and the prior. Eventually, his view became engulfed by a barricade of pitch-blankness, making the leporine digimon halt with disquiet. A massive, steep cliff came into his vision, and the realization struck him that he was at its bottom. Several dozen meters in hight, exposing the prey if attempted to be climbed. He exhaled hushed curses as he rushed back and forth, desperately trying to find another way to continue his escape.
Quickly realizing that he had not moved since a couple of moments, he realized there was no other choice but to run around it. Taking a step, the a second, then the third... the IceGazimon's eyes widened when suddenly, a small sphere of golden energy appeared in front of his feet's talons. Gasping, he made a large leap forward, the sphere expanding in a radiant explosion behind him. The vortex it briefly created pulled him backwards, making the prey stumble and fall on his knees. As the trap faded from existence again, the IceGazimon, frenzied due to panic, flailed his arms in the desperate hope to strike the predator.
Hastily and clunkily getting back on his feet, the prey ran away with speed yet unseen, the beating of his raging heart drowning out every other sound. Only for a split second, white flashes appeared in the corner of the IceGazimon's eye, until suddenly a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the nocturnal forest. The prey tumbled several times over its own axes, leaving behind a track within the snow that hinted at something terrible having occurred. The victim writhed in pain as he beheld the objects lodged into the hollows of his knees.
The crystalline arrows of pure energy sparkled radiantly in the moonlight, a contrast of beauty amidst ferocity. Whimering, the IceGazimon groaned with acute pain as he attempted to pull one of them out of his leg in vain. His right paw slid off of it, and as soon as it occurred the air was filled with the noise of his agony yet again. Pinned to the frozen ground, he felt his hand become completely numb, connected with the frozen surface by another arrow. Breathing violently, tears began to stream down the poor digimon's face as he found himself unmovable; mumbling, begging for salvation.
What once felt like an eternity of suffering quickly faded for numbness. The IceGazimon's muscles eased as did his mien, his breath becoming shallow and quiet. Was it acceptance or the inanition finally conquering his body he did not know, but just like the intentions of the predator they mattered not anymore. The life of his light was extinguished, only the last remaining sparks of desperation still lingering. Perhaps... he would wake up one day again... and lead another life. One free of pain, in which he could prosper in peace. What a comforting thought, one that made him ignore the possibility that the huntress might not show mercy to his existence.
As the victim's eyes rolled over, he caught one last glimpse of the shadowy being that had brought his doom. Golden eyes of inquisitiveness looked down at him from a nearby tree, her weapon twinkling like the arrows. It was... strange, but he was feeling no scorn. He just wondered about what she was thinking at this very moment, and how she felt about her successful hunt. Was there compassion in her heart, or just ruthless calculation? Funny... that he was more concerned about her than him. Perhaps when they meet again, they would both enjoy a life of serenity.
The lights faded from his view, leaving him alone and at peace.
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# of MPCs Taken This Month: 2
The thrill of the hunt was much more appealing than she had expected...
The night had been long and cold for both predator and prey. Only the full moon gave light for the snowbound pine forest, deep asleep unlike the two in their continuous chase. Icy winds that howled like a pack of wolves caused branches and leaves to sway like tidal waves. Weak snowfall impaired sight and assured the white layer of frost would prevail regardless of the morning sun that would eventually rise. Eerie silence reigned supreme, only faint echoes being indicators of any form of life within the dark. That and of course the hasty steps of the huntress' prey.
The snow proved to be a strong hindrance for every hurried step the IceGazimon took. Knee-deep like in quagmire, he felt slow just like in a nightmare, though this one was all too real. Whatever exhaustion he had suffered before that forced him to remain in this weak form was only amplified with the rampart of snow he had to push through. His stance stiff and eyes tired, his breath became more violent with every second that passed by. Only his will to survive kept him pushing forward, but everyone knew the breaking point was just a tip of an arrow away.
Fueled with panic, the IceGazimon turned his head in every conceivable direction while moving, hoping to spot the predator before she did him. He could only dread what would happen if the latter occurred. If only he could comprehend why, though perhaps there was nothing to fathom in the first place. Just like nature, it was nothing personal, just one desire to thrive against the other. Still, a sentient mind craved a clear reason, though only hypotheses would surface from his subconscious. Had he committed a crime only a huntress could punish? Was he in the way of someone influential? Why could he not solve their conflict peacefully? Ultimately, only the predator knew the answer, and she would not share it.
A single rustling send the IceGazimon's spirit into a state of pure terror. Every tree, every brush, every rock; tacit like death itself yet fixated on by the prey's pupils. Something was nearby, but where and what he did not dare contemplate. As long as he could rationalize the situation, he could at least make himself believe that he was save. It was probably just a broken branch, nothing else. In the dark, it was simply impossible for the huntress to track him down, especially after so many hours, right?
Yes, yes of course. All he had to do was keep on moving until he found any shelter to survive the night in. A cave, a village, it did not matter to the IceGazimon anymore. As long as he would live to see another day, nothing else mattered anymore. Not the experiences he had made throughout his life, nor the years of dedicated work he had done to achieve something in life. Within a single night, everything he had ever known had approached an abyss, and he had let all of it fall. All these vanities of modern life... they mattered not anymore.
Ironically, being so close to death had made him feel alive not since years of monotony of everyday life. Yet he would never wish anything like he experienced onto someone else, as it was simply too harrowing. The boredom of civilization was preferable over a constant struggle for survival. Still it made him consider the past of the digital world, and the horror buried within. Before technology and cooperation, was this how everyday life? Filled with constant anguish about witnessing another day? And what were the predators thinking? Did they enjoy this, or were they too longing for the gentle embrace of peace?
By now, the IceGazimon did not even know where he was going, as each tree and bush mirrored the next and the prior. Eventually, his view became engulfed by a barricade of pitch-blankness, making the leporine digimon halt with disquiet. A massive, steep cliff came into his vision, and the realization struck him that he was at its bottom. Several dozen meters in hight, exposing the prey if attempted to be climbed. He exhaled hushed curses as he rushed back and forth, desperately trying to find another way to continue his escape.
Quickly realizing that he had not moved since a couple of moments, he realized there was no other choice but to run around it. Taking a step, the a second, then the third... the IceGazimon's eyes widened when suddenly, a small sphere of golden energy appeared in front of his feet's talons. Gasping, he made a large leap forward, the sphere expanding in a radiant explosion behind him. The vortex it briefly created pulled him backwards, making the prey stumble and fall on his knees. As the trap faded from existence again, the IceGazimon, frenzied due to panic, flailed his arms in the desperate hope to strike the predator.
Hastily and clunkily getting back on his feet, the prey ran away with speed yet unseen, the beating of his raging heart drowning out every other sound. Only for a split second, white flashes appeared in the corner of the IceGazimon's eye, until suddenly a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the nocturnal forest. The prey tumbled several times over its own axes, leaving behind a track within the snow that hinted at something terrible having occurred. The victim writhed in pain as he beheld the objects lodged into the hollows of his knees.
The crystalline arrows of pure energy sparkled radiantly in the moonlight, a contrast of beauty amidst ferocity. Whimering, the IceGazimon groaned with acute pain as he attempted to pull one of them out of his leg in vain. His right paw slid off of it, and as soon as it occurred the air was filled with the noise of his agony yet again. Pinned to the frozen ground, he felt his hand become completely numb, connected with the frozen surface by another arrow. Breathing violently, tears began to stream down the poor digimon's face as he found himself unmovable; mumbling, begging for salvation.
What once felt like an eternity of suffering quickly faded for numbness. The IceGazimon's muscles eased as did his mien, his breath becoming shallow and quiet. Was it acceptance or the inanition finally conquering his body he did not know, but just like the intentions of the predator they mattered not anymore. The life of his light was extinguished, only the last remaining sparks of desperation still lingering. Perhaps... he would wake up one day again... and lead another life. One free of pain, in which he could prosper in peace. What a comforting thought, one that made him ignore the possibility that the huntress might not show mercy to his existence.
As the victim's eyes rolled over, he caught one last glimpse of the shadowy being that had brought his doom. Golden eyes of inquisitiveness looked down at him from a nearby tree, her weapon twinkling like the arrows. It was... strange, but he was feeling no scorn. He just wondered about what she was thinking at this very moment, and how she felt about her successful hunt. Was there compassion in her heart, or just ruthless calculation? Funny... that he was more concerned about her than him. Perhaps when they meet again, they would both enjoy a life of serenity.
The lights faded from his view, leaving him alone and at peace.
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