• [COMBAT HELPER] Drunk on Blood

Posted: **Thu Oct 12, 2023 1:39 pm**

Drunk on Blood never needed a reason for a fight. That she woke up was a reason, that she breathed was a reason.

Fighting is HER reason.

Posted: **Wed Oct 18, 2023 10:18 pm**

(rerolling hand because I thought someone would drop in to rp with me and it didn't happen

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Posted: **Wed Oct 18, 2023 10:18 pm**

No 1s, again!

Posted: **Wed Oct 18, 2023 10:19 pm**

No 1s, again again!

Posted: **Wed Oct 18, 2023 10:20 pm**

Finally. Keeping 1, 5, 5

Posted: **Wed Oct 18, 2023 10:21 pm**

Drunk on Blood Final Hand: 1, 5, 5, 2, 2

The Dummy shattered which a well placed kick. Drunk on Blood spat on the ground next to the pile of sticks and bark. Not even a fight, not even a drip of sweat on her brow. Pathetic. Drunk didn't even know why she did that, it was WOOD. Of course it would barely stand. She could break wind next to it and it would fall over. Feh.

The darkness had driven her to distraction. The motes were just pretty to look at but some kin were loosing their damn minds. The darkness was the worse issue. She wasn't afraid of the dark, she just hated that it was harder to hunt and fight or do ANYTHING really. She was really hoping the dummy would scratch an itch and instead she just felt even more itchy. Grouchy. Irritable.

The doe kicked the pile of wood that used to be shaped like a Kin as she left as a final fit of anger. Motherfather help the next idiot who got between her and looking for something challenging to do.