night two - kill log.

[foxhounds]

Who: Killers and Stocking Anarchy
When: The second night
Where: The jungles of Ship-Trap Island

[ It's the dead of night when you first hear it. It's the distinct sound of baying hounds barking nearby. This must be the Hunt that you were warned of, and though it seems impossible, they sound very close. You can try and run, but The General and his foxhounds are hot on your trail... And oddly enough, even if you do try and run, you'll feel yourself growing more and more tired with every step. It seems this wasn't a completely fair hunt from the start. ]

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[meatery]

[Gi-ne crouches down next to Stocking and puts her hand on the back of her head, holding her firmly but gently in place. The foxhound stands up from where it was sitting and watching the fight and cocks it's head to the side curiously.]

... I promise you, whatever it takes, I'm going to win.

[Time to finish her off. She hesitates, as though she's not quite sure what to do, but then Gi-ne's tail moves and drops the steel cleaver into her waiting hand. Gi-ne raises the cleaver, brings it down slowly to Stocking's neck, judging the appropriate placement... And then lifts it again the swing it down with enough force to sever her head from her body.]

No matter what.

[bitter_sweet_anarchy]

[ She's only vaguely aware of herself and her surroundings, delirious as Gi-ne grabs her by the hair. She had lost this one, there was no question about that. But she can't even bring herself to open her mouth and let out some kind of fucking snide remark, in a state like this.

God, she was fucking pathetic. What the hell would her sister say at a time like this? Fuck knows, but she can't bring herself to care at this point. She was careless. And now she was gonna fucking die.

The biggest regret she has now is that she's still got a fucking lollipop that's gonna get wasted. Fucking great. ]

[meatery]

[Gi-ne is a professional. The cut is clean and fast enough that Stocking probably barely has time to register the pain before she dies.

The foxhound whines and trots over to sniff at the blood- but Gi-ne quickly grabs him by the scruff of his neck and pulls him away.]

No, Tayto.

[She stands back up, blood dripping from her cleaver onto the grass as she stares down at Stocking's corpse. She waits a few moments, her expression blank... Before she closes her eyes and walks back off into the jungle, foxhound following loyally.]