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Rivers watched as Nyx handled a few of the wolves. She was surprisingly good with that scythe given its size. But, he was getting distracted. He needed to deal with this wolf he'd pinned to the ground. With a bit of work, he exposed the beasts' neck. This was surprisingly easy. His mastery ranks were making this easier. He drove the needle into the wolf's neck. Red blood spilled out of the wound as he pulled the needle out. Another wolf down.

They were getting somewhere, but not too quickly. There were still a fair number of wolves left and they were not backing down anytime soon. God, did the animals in this game not know fear? It really didn't look that way. Nyx began calling for more blood. God, this chick had issues. He was sure that some bad stuff had happened to her, and it was probably understandable that she was like this. But, that didn't make it any less...dangerous.

"Watch out!"

But it was too late, a wolf dug its fangs into her calf before scampering off when Nyx swung at it. Her scythe was too slow to handle getting flanked like that. Sure, she could cleave a wolf in two when she caught it. But, that meant she just had to pick them off. Shit, he needed a weapon. If Rivers had a spear he could actually be of use instead of just picking off wolves that had their backs turned. But, for now, all he had was a discarded throwing needle. That would have to do.

Rivers drove the needle into the back of the neck of the wolf that had bitten Nyx, and it fell lifeless to the ground. That was a bad play. The needle got caught in something. Was it spine? The wolves had spines? Wait, had he even killed it? It didn't matter; it was out of the fight.

"I got this one! Just a few more left."
@Nyx

 

_____Nyx was no longer in the mood to care if she died fighting, all she saw was the crimson glow of BLOOD and nothing more. Her actions shifted to more primal and basic movements, moving away from a lunging wolf and swinging her weapon in reply for thier attack. Her eyes glowed red and gleamed with sheer excitement for the splatter of BLOOD as her weapon struck the creature. This was what drove her into the darkness, the simple red liquid that made sure the living stayed alive leaking out. It was just so intoxicating as she laughed and held her weapon closely.

”BLOOD… more… still… lacking… more… MORE!!!”

_____Frame falling down slightly as she swung her weapon to her back and rushed forward against the wolves. A slow arc of the blade as she spun into a leap leaving a gash in three targets that began BLEEDING out and fueling her decaying sanity. Deep in her mind there was likely some part of her drowning in the darkness, but as far as River’s could tell Nyx fully accepted it. Frame landing in a roll as Nyx swung her weapon across the ground, BLOOD splattering the dirt as she just laughed and ruse to her feet again.

”Drip… drip… splash... splash… pour…~”

_____Her words no longer making much sense as she giggled and wobbled on her bad leg forcing it to BLEED out more. There was still so much BLOOD to be spilled, so many vessels to cut up into bits so every last drop could flow out. So many ways, so many choices, so little time as the faerin rushed back at her pray. Some of the pack seeming to get the slight clue this would not end well and began howling what could be taken as a retreat call. However as Nyx laughed loudly and jumped over a wolf to sever the head of the retreat caller it seemed Nyx wanted them to stay until she had all their BLOOD. What a twisted child that one was.~
@Rivers Asteire

 

Rivers stood shakily. Now unarmed, he didn't know how to proceed. Sure he could tackle another wolf and try to strangle it. But, that put him awfully at Nyx's mercy. And she seemed to have no problem cutting him down along with the wolves. He watched as she cut down wolf after wolf. He watched as she was captivated by her own bloodlust. Shit, she was even forcing her own leg to bleed more. Just how far gone was she? He took a step back.

The wolves were retreating. It was obvious they'd bitten off more than they could chew. However, Nyx wouldn't let them off easily it seemed. She killed the retreat-caller and dove after the pack of wolves. Rivers just watched her. She wouldn't give up and he didn't want to get cut by her scythe again. Also, despite helping her, she wasn't really showing any gratitude or even acknowledgment. Hell, she actually held him in contempt.

Rivers turned and began a tired treck back to Honeyhome village. He'd take a rest and grab some food before logging out. He needed a break after this shitshow. With a sigh, he turned back one more time in Nyx's direction. Rivers hoped she'd get the help she needed some day. But, he wasn't getting through to her anytime soon.

"Bye I guess," he said to no one in particular. And Rivers was on his way.