LeeRoy

I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Unconsciously his mind retraced his steps, his vision glanced behind him to see a thin trail left behind himself. A line of footfalls where he'd been, clear evidence that he'd walked this way. The thought took a moment to process and he realized that he might be followed in this method, realizing that he was both out in the open and likely reeked. His nose could only smell that icy coppery scent your nose takes on when chilled and frosted, but he could feel the sweat inside his coat and boots. Returning his eyes forwards he raised his arms up slightly and picked his pace up, pressing the spears against his waist to narrow himelf as much as possible. Hot breath steamed from his lips and nostrils with every breath, he breathed in with both to gulp as much air as possible.

Physically he was far from tired, strained but not from exhaustion. Every muscle fiber in his body was fighting against the instinct to break into sprint, to frantically run away from some unseen abomination. Livening his pace and thinking back to his childhood, the things he was taught young. How to survive, how to fight, how to know when to run. His father knew he was unhealthy, his father knew he would have a hard time growing up.

Teaching him young, he was taught how to swing an axe. He was taught how to use his weight, great or small. Taught how to use leverage as the ultimate strength, taught how to weave bark fiber into simple rope and sharpen rocks by striking them at an angle. He'd need to construct something other than weapons soon enough, his clothes wouldn't be sufficient for keeping him warm for too long. A fire would be necessary, fortunately winter provides much in the way of kindling. How quickly could he get a fire started?

It'd be minutes at best, right now the best thing to do was to keep moving. Keep the body warm with exhertion, friction of skin against cloth to generate heat. As long as his breath steamed he was alive, it was when he stopped breathing out steam that his concerns for fire should grow to their peak.

Consciously he breathed out, watching the steam pour from his lips in the near darkness. Tightened his hold on the spears and pulled his head down, tucking his chin to his chest.

He was fine.

LeeRoy vs As Many People as Possible All At Once

@Skallagrim
Final ping, if by the time everyone messages me you don't respond, we'll move on with General Freedom being removed from the battle.

The Return North, Beast King and Beast Queen meet once more.

Thread bump, since zeroth post doesn't bump.

DJatomika vs LeeRoy

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CREATION CHANT - Facere Vs. The Magna Pater

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The Return North, Beast King and Beast Queen meet once more.

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The Return North, Beast King and Beast Queen meet once more.

@Rilla

I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

You've never felt the visceral panic of complete and utter upheaval, the destruction of a life you once knew and transition into a life you're completely unfamiliar with. That feeling never really subsides, you just sort of ignore it and fall straight into your fight or flight response. You're nothing more than a monkey with anxiety, they can't unteach that, they can just hide it deep down inside.

LeeRoy's hair blew wildly against the wind, beard flecked with frost and waving viciously. Straight into his face was the wind blowing, forcing his eyes to narrow into thin blades of white hidden among the redness of his cold agonized face. Paranoia had set in, his eye glanced sharply from the left to right and he gripped his spears tightly in both hands. One spear in each hand was facing forward, one spear was facing backwards. Thin stone blades pointing forward and back, his club hug on his hip and the broad flat piece of wood was strapped to his back.

His feet shod in work boots slogged through the snowfall and his heart rate was high, so loud that he could hear it in his ears. Paranoia made every shadow a menace, a beast that he needed to flee. Instead of fear, however, he deluded himself into anger. The heavy heart rate made his face burn hot in the cold wind, his fingers gripped white knuckle tight around the wrapped spears.

Each wind through the trees, each crack of wood, every stone and twig was his enemy. LeeRoy's irrational mind was unconsciously and consciously prepared to lash out aggressively. The darkness of night and the solemn white of snow made a clean cut of earth from sky and his vision was slight. Nothing about this situation was safe so his nerves were on edge. The thick clothes weren't helping much either, his face and fingers were still burning with the cold. Pain and nerves were putting him off the deep end, further and further every moment that passed.

I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

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I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

Man and Beast, together at the end of ones life.