50th Spring 508AV
Dead of Night
Two Days Away From Pyconia
RecapPart I: Spoons finds himself in the Unforgiving having drank all his water the night before, stupid mistake. He manages to locate and secure a way to gather water for a day.
Part II: Spoons starts his trek home. Determined to find a container he can store water in and then turn around and boil it for safe consumption. Finds a snail, kills it for the shell, and precedes to have mayhem ensue after that. That night he is awakened by a creature in the night...
Spoons found himself between the paw of a hungry beast and a back wall... There was maybe an inch of open space between swiping claws and the fire pit that was right before Spoons. The clay woodsman had found away to reconfigure his form to create a makeshift breathing appartus and bellow type thing However, with each intake of air in the secondary tunnel it would just whistle right through his body. There was no stoppage.
A valve was needed and Spoons had a good idea of what to do, pushing a thin layer of clay down between his body and the start of the cone Spoons didn’t connect it completely as he paused in it’s formation and took a breathe, the flap stopped the airflow and he knew a hard enough push from the trapped air would cause the flap to give way. It would hurt a lot he knew, but Spoons wasn’t going to die inside this cave he found the day before. All Spoons had to do now was wait for the creature’s eye to replace the batting paw.
It was almost like clock work, the paw slid out after a few ticks of aimless flailing with zero success and the eye of the scavenger was framed by the opening once again. It was go time. Spoons inhaled once more, then compressed the air filled bubble so it would force the inner-flap away. The sound would be humorous to most children as it sounded a lot like the hand in armpit sound. The air forced itself from the hole in front, bottlenecked and thus concentrated via the cone shape he had created at start. The fast moving rush of air first flared the bed of coals before him a bit before the air was too much and picked up a bunch of the fiery seeds of doom. The smoke, coals, and ash all took to the air quite quickly. The beast didn’t know how to react it appeared as an odd squealing sound of confusion emerged from around the eye and said eye grew in size.
The fiery and soot taken by the straight line buffer of air connected with the eye of amazement and the the beast pulled it’s eye back, a sound mixed between a yowl of surprise and a howling screech of pain filled the air. Spoons didn’t waste anytime as he pulled his hand from the openings in his patchwork, grabbed what he owned in a jumble that he had to wrap an arm around and connect to his body to keep securely in place.
Grabbing his py-pole the survivalist ran out the cave, spotted the creature. It was scratching at it’s face with a front paw, in this light he could see it was a small wolflike creature, reddish-brown body with white and brown markings. It was a fox, the bushy tailed bugger was pawing at his face from the sooty fireball that Spoons launched at it.
Poor bugger. The pycon knew it would be stupid to remain in that specific location and thusly took off, running as fast as his little legs could take him past the fox. Up a small embankment Spoons turned to see the poor animal was whimpering and pawing at it’s eyes, this time less feverishly than just ticks ago. Time to hide... Spoons turned and disappeared into the underbrush. Several feet in and the pycon stopped, dropping his possessions to the ground as he waited for either daybreak or a safe amount of time. There was no telling what time it was currently.
Dead of Night
Two Days Away From Pyconia
RecapPart I: Spoons finds himself in the Unforgiving having drank all his water the night before, stupid mistake. He manages to locate and secure a way to gather water for a day.
Part II: Spoons starts his trek home. Determined to find a container he can store water in and then turn around and boil it for safe consumption. Finds a snail, kills it for the shell, and precedes to have mayhem ensue after that. That night he is awakened by a creature in the night...
Spoons found himself between the paw of a hungry beast and a back wall... There was maybe an inch of open space between swiping claws and the fire pit that was right before Spoons. The clay woodsman had found away to reconfigure his form to create a makeshift breathing appartus and bellow type thing However, with each intake of air in the secondary tunnel it would just whistle right through his body. There was no stoppage.
A valve was needed and Spoons had a good idea of what to do, pushing a thin layer of clay down between his body and the start of the cone Spoons didn’t connect it completely as he paused in it’s formation and took a breathe, the flap stopped the airflow and he knew a hard enough push from the trapped air would cause the flap to give way. It would hurt a lot he knew, but Spoons wasn’t going to die inside this cave he found the day before. All Spoons had to do now was wait for the creature’s eye to replace the batting paw.
It was almost like clock work, the paw slid out after a few ticks of aimless flailing with zero success and the eye of the scavenger was framed by the opening once again. It was go time. Spoons inhaled once more, then compressed the air filled bubble so it would force the inner-flap away. The sound would be humorous to most children as it sounded a lot like the hand in armpit sound. The air forced itself from the hole in front, bottlenecked and thus concentrated via the cone shape he had created at start. The fast moving rush of air first flared the bed of coals before him a bit before the air was too much and picked up a bunch of the fiery seeds of doom. The smoke, coals, and ash all took to the air quite quickly. The beast didn’t know how to react it appeared as an odd squealing sound of confusion emerged from around the eye and said eye grew in size.
The fiery and soot taken by the straight line buffer of air connected with the eye of amazement and the the beast pulled it’s eye back, a sound mixed between a yowl of surprise and a howling screech of pain filled the air. Spoons didn’t waste anytime as he pulled his hand from the openings in his patchwork, grabbed what he owned in a jumble that he had to wrap an arm around and connect to his body to keep securely in place.
Grabbing his py-pole the survivalist ran out the cave, spotted the creature. It was scratching at it’s face with a front paw, in this light he could see it was a small wolflike creature, reddish-brown body with white and brown markings. It was a fox, the bushy tailed bugger was pawing at his face from the sooty fireball that Spoons launched at it.
Poor bugger. The pycon knew it would be stupid to remain in that specific location and thusly took off, running as fast as his little legs could take him past the fox. Up a small embankment Spoons turned to see the poor animal was whimpering and pawing at it’s eyes, this time less feverishly than just ticks ago. Time to hide... Spoons turned and disappeared into the underbrush. Several feet in and the pycon stopped, dropping his possessions to the ground as he waited for either daybreak or a safe amount of time. There was no telling what time it was currently.
