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☀️ Day 4 of the Drekkal’Zuun ☀️
The Martian sky is cloudless. The sun glares down over the crimson dust, indifferent to the blood that has yet to be spilled.

Eliah moves alone, eyes focused. She’s been carrying the explosive since Night 2. And now, she’s chosen to use it. She is tracking a faint trail, left by Feminem and Cynamity - They rest near a ridge and she doesn't hesitate.
She sets the charge and runs away.
A thunderous rumble is heard echoing, where there once were chatter there is now silence.

Suchomimus and Glade work side-by-side for the day. No words are needed. Their bond is built on trust, for the time being.

Far from the chaos, Meowmere sits alone on a rocky ledge, legs pulled to her chest. She stares into the sky and she thinks of home.

Sadbread, Dazzle, and Bexxi move in tight formation. They say little as they scan the terrain, eyes sharp, steps cautious. Today they are hunting.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Cynamity @feminem 

🌑 Night 4 of the Drekkal’Zuun 🌑
There is no wind tonight. The silence feels thicker than usual.

Dazzle, Sadbread, and Bexxi move like shadows under the moons’ pale light. They find Meowmere resting in a narrow ridge.
They decide to stop Meowmere's camp, leaving nothing behind. Not even the sign of life.

Deep underground, in the hollow dark of the abandoned mining shaft, Glade kneels beside Suchomimus. Even though Suchomimus has been fighting through the day, working, going forward. It is still slow, too slow. It'll do them no good in the end.
Is it mercy or is it pure evil when Glade grabs Suchomimus' own blade to finish him off?

Above ground, Eliah doesn’t sleep. She sits alone on a dune, eyes watching the dark sky. Just waiting for morning to come.

Day 5 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The days are starting to blur into one. The heat never fades. The air tastes of dust and metal.

Bexxi, Sadbread, and Dazzle begin the day together, as always. But the plan has changed. They agree to split their efforts. Dazzle stays behind to watch over camp.
Sadbread and Bexxi move out in search of resources. going in opposite directions to cover a bigger area.

At camp, Dazzle eyes a nearby Martian tree. Maybe there’s something useful at the top. She starts to climb.
But the bark gives away and she slips. A thud is all that can be heard, and then silence.

Somewhere far from there, Eliah hunts. She moves alone, fast and quiet. No remorse. She doesn’t just want to survive anymore - She wants to win.

Glade carves curved branches into shape, creating a slingshot, which will hopefully come in handy.

Fallen Zhaaluuns

@Dazzle @Meowmere @Suchomimus 

[TW] Suicide

Night 5 of the Drekkal’Zuun
The moons rise heavy over the arena. The silence is not peaceful - it’s suffocating.

Bexxi and Sadbread sit side by side in the red dust, the firelight flickering low beside them. They say very little. There’s nothing left to say. The death of Dazzle still weighs heavily between them.
They made a decision together, neither tried to talk the other out of it.
They both hold the Kirr sap in hand, before pouring it into their own mouths. And then they lay down to sleep - not expecting to wake up again in the morning.

Somewhere else, Glade stares up at the stars. She doesn’t move. Doesn’t cry. She just watches. As if waiting for something. Or for someone.

Eliah lights a fire. She’s not hiding anymore. She’s not afraid. She watches the flames rise, eyes reflecting red and orange.