[P] Stygians: COL-005 (Grand Duel) by The-Kayfox, literature
Literature
[P] Stygians: COL-005 (Grand Duel)
It was to be combat, then? Very well. He was not terribly proficient in combat against other Stygians (or against Treatlings), his specialties lay more in chasing. But he was not one to turn down a challenge. He did not don heavy armor, nor wield a large sword. No, he instead outfitted himself with leather armor, light and easy to move in, and took up a dagger as his weapon of choice. He did not expect to win -- surely whoever issued the challenge was excellent at combat, else they’d not have made the challenge to start. But he would sure give the audience a show, best he could. As he beheld his opponent, his face betrayed no expression -- a skeletal face was the best poker face, he'd found. But he was not surprised to see he was correct -- the way she carried herself, fully armored and ready to go, she was no stranger to combat. He would have his work cut out for him. Once again, he was not wrong. Almost immediately he was assailed with a flurry of jabs and lunges, and it
[P] Stygians: COL-005 (Puzzle's Maze) by The-Kayfox, literature
Literature
[P] Stygians: COL-005 (Puzzle's Maze)
The walls rose into the sky, towering above him, seemingly almost endless — but he knew better. If his skeletal face could emote, Fourth would have scowled. Regardless, he scowled in spirit, before continuing into the depths of the labyrinth. It was cheating, being able to split apart and explore several options at once. That defeated the entire point of a maze — especially a competitive one!
He snorts quietly, chain rattling as he shakes his head. But is there cheating in competitions that have no clear rules? He supposes not.
The scribbles on the walls gave him pause, at first. But he long since started ignoring them — e
[P] Stygians: COL-004 (Hunting Round 1) by The-Kayfox, literature
Literature
[P] Stygians: COL-004 (Hunting Round 1)
Every muscle is tensed, each breath is steady and measured. He is still, gaze fixed upon his quarry. A rabbit, caged and frightened, ready to be loosed. He lowers his head, chain rattling quietly as it rests against the ground, feet braced, ready to run. This first round is just in the arena, a straight chase after the chosen prey -- barely a hunt, as far as Fourth is concerned, but it's only the first round.
Just catch the rabbit, as quickly as possible. It’s just a sport. It’s _his_ sport. He can’t possibly be beat.
The rabbit is released, and he tenses, takes a breath, readies himself. The frightened animal is given a h
[P] Stygians: COL-001 (Fourth) by The-Kayfox, literature
Literature
[P] Stygians: COL-001 (Fourth)
The roar of the crowd, cheering and shouting, rattles about in his skull, a disdainful sneer felt, but unseen. Already, he longs for the solitude of his hunting grounds, and he’s not even inside yet. His eyeless gaze wanders over the arena as he approaches, over the masses of Stygians and Treatlings alike as they swarm inside. His crown of antlers tilts as he lifts his chin, looking up at the massive building before him, framed by the branches of the Nightmare Tree beyond. How many Stygians, how many Treatlings, could there possibly be, to demand a building of this size?
For the first time in a long time, he considers how isolated he h