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[h2]Badboy[/h2]
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Longsight could see far, it was true, but if he had learned anything out on the wastes, it was that the eye saw farthest of all from a high vantage point. Badboy and he had initially simply walked, keeping their eyes peeled and trying to get their bearings. More than a day had passed like that, and soon their stomachs started to grumble. Badboy frowned and rubbed his belly, eyeing Longsight questioningly. The other lad pursed his lips and stared out into the distance. The great black wall seemed to seal the way forth in every direction leading away from the shore, meaning that they would have no choice but to perpetually walk along it. 

When he squinted, he could make out something flying here or there in the distance, or something prowling on the shores, or something great and unsettling breaking the crimson waves away at sea. And far away, farther than the forms he saw crawling here or there on the shore, a sheer cliff could be seen to visibly rise up, up, and away. Nowhere near as high as the great black wall, true, but it was the highest point Longsight could see and considered plausibly reachable. Anyone stood there would have a commanding position for endless leagues in every direction.

Longsight looked back at the puffing and grumbling Badboy and snapped his fingers at him. With Badboy’s attention on him, Longsight gestured towards the distant cliff face with the pointed butt of his war hammer. He placed his cheek on his palm and closed his eyes. [i]There, we can sleep.[/i] Badboy shook his head and tapped his belly and gesticulated at his mouth. Longsight nodded in understanding and pointed once more towards the cliff. All their needs, whether sleep or food, would be met if they headed for the cliff. Nodding without argument, Badboy arose and started for their destination at a light trot. Longsight hefted his war hammer and followed at pace. He came up behind Badboy and pointed towards some shapes slouching on the shore. Badboy glanced at him with a raised brow, only to find that Longsight was gesturing at his mouth. Badboy’s eyes brightened and a vicious smile spread across his face. [i]Food[/i]. Longsight chuckled and nodded. It was a plan.

As they closed the distance between them and the slouched creature, they slowed their pace and took on a crouching gait closer to the black sand. What passed for their quarry's head, Longsight could see, faced the crimson ocean. He gestured for Badboy to circle around it. With the crashing of the waves against the shore, it would be too late by the time it heard them - they would be upon it. And it was just so.

Longsight’s pick punctured its head cleanly. Badboy’s strike, a fraction of a second later, entirely decapitated it. Blood spurted in all directions and Badboy laughed hysterically, jumping and whooping, dancing with his club-sword. He looked at Longsight and raised the weapon, eyes wide and excited, and Longsight knew exactly what he was saying - [i]did you bloody see that? Ufft![/i] Planting the weapon in the earth, Badboy quickly bent down, picked up the beast’s head, and raised it high. Gripping the club-sword with one hand and the head with another, he heaved the head into the air above him and, with an almighty grunt, swung his blade so that it split the head in twain even as it fell through the air. Longsight watched the black spray, and the world seemed to still for a few moments. His eyes met Badboy’s, and both boys grinned knowingly. [i]Headsplitter[/i]. That’s what that blade would be called.

Once the creature had ceased bleeding onto the sand (Badboy having quite boldly, perhaps foolishly, smeared his face and body with the vile stuff), the duo got to cutting up what they could feasibly carry. The thing was very soft and very fatty - it resembled a river seal in some ways, but was substantially larger. Its fat was dark, immediately brown and blue, and its meat -  like the meat of the waste beasts - was as black as its blood. Badboy was the first to draw attention to its hide and, after some observation, Longsight understood what he meant. It was oddly thick. Without a word, Badboy hefted Headsplitter and got to properly skinning it. Not long after that, they returned to trekking towards the distant cliff. The great hide they carried between them was quite stuffed with their meat haul.

[hider=Summary]The adventures of Longsight and Badboy continue! Now prisoners at the bottom of the world, they get to finding an outpost for themselves and getting some food. Longsight spots a sheer cliff in the distance that would act as a good position to fortify themselves, and so they head towards it. On the way they hunt down a walrus-like outer beast. Badboy is pretty thrilled about his macuahuitl, which he christens HEADSPLITTER. Because it splits beastie heads. He also paints himself with the black blood of the beastie, for the aesthetic appeal. Hauling whatever meat they can into the beastie's skinned hide, they continue their journey for the cliff.

Characters featured or mentioned:
– Longsight: our lil hero. After running his mouth at Sylia, he is now a prisoner behind her wall. With war hammer in hand, he be fightin and survivin.
– Badboy: Longsight's friend, once a lil bit of a troublemaker, now a blood-streaked madboy. Once upon a time he would've gods whacked for his Rockpetter, now he's upgraded to head-splittin.[/hider]