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Character: Grrel
Stage: Feral Drakein
words: #F88017
Luck: 4
Dragon: Ysali

Success Rate: 61-100

current exp: 8.6/9

This time Grrel was out and about during the night. She was still aching from her last fight, but needed to keep moving and hunting to keep in shape. She was hoping that by being out during the night, she'd be able to avoid the Dragons and be able to still hunt. It seemed that most of her hunts during the daytime ended up with her fighting off Dragons for her food... well, mostly grabbing part of her fallen prey and booking it away from the Dragon, but still. Didn't they have any manners? It is rude to interrupt someone's meal! Especially when they had spent the time to hunt and kill it too.. Grrel grumbled under her breath about the unfairness of the world and barbaric dragons. Kadryn was busy with her training and hadn't been about with food as much, not that Grrel needed to be fed, but it tasted so good! Grrel really wanted to cook for herself, but her claws just weren't built for it... Maybe when she had achieved the pinnacle of her people's power and managed the Ritual Transformation then she could have Kadryn teach her how to cook, since all the Drakeinians had hands they could cook!

She snorted in amusement, how her clan would be shocked if they heard that! To want power only to get hands so she could cook, how silly! But... She sighed, she really wanted to cook.

She sauntered through the Serenian forest thinking, and only looked down when she'd felt something weird underneath her claws... it was a sleeping Ysali's tail. As she had been walking she hadn't been paying attention to where she was and had walked right up next to a Ysali. Startled by the tail and the growl from the waking Dragon, Grrel flew off as fast as she could. She didn't want to fight when she was still hurting from her last battle!