Step 1: Capture
Win: 50-100 (-5 for Drakeins, -10 for Vlidean demerit, +10 for trying to capture this creature twice before) 55-100
Rolled: 12
Outcome: Loss...
Words: 605
Sam hated to admit it. I mean, really hated to admit it, but the young Vlidean that had terrorized his clan, well, it had spunk. Not just any creature could take on a lair of Drakeins and survive for so long. Heck, not just any creature would be brave enough to take on a lair of Drakeins. Of course, maybe the little guy had just been young and stupid, and Sam's clan to docile to really combat its childish antics... But the brown Drakein refused to regret getting rid of the little beast! He'd done what needed to be done to preserve his clan's peace. Would've been nice if someone else had taken the lead on that dirty job, though... But what's done is done. No use dwelling on it now.
Except that Sam kinda was. Not for his unfortunate misdeeds or his questionable choices, but for the Vlidean itself. It had been an interesting creature, with lots of potential for amusement and productivity! There was a surprising lack of creatures that held both qualities. Sam bet he could even get a younger one to play nice with the Dactyl, if introductions were made early enough... Of course, he was more interested in keeping the Vlidean for himself, rather than giving it away. It would be much too temperamental for his young friend, and Sam could probably find a few uses for it. It could fly ahead of him to check if his brother was around before Sam went to visit himself, it could go out and hunt for him or deliver pretty trinkets to his mother. And maybe even scour for Dragons in the field! It certainly had the spunk to take them on!
And that was why, somehow, Sam found himself in the midst of the Terra Expanse, staring down at a pack of the feathered mammals as he perched nearby, looking on and wondering what chance he had of escaping with an egg. It had seemed like a good idea at first, but they were a bit bigger than he expected, nearly half his size. And there was definitely more than one of them to contend with... He had no idea how to go about this. It was completely different than the Dactyl. Sure there had been a lot of them too, but they were so much smaller and easier to swipe to the side! he doubted these Vlideans would simply allow him to have one of their young...
So, what was he to do? Dive for it and hope for the best. He crouched on his rock, waggled his tail, and shot down toward the first nest he laid eyes on. It was a bit higher up, and a little farther from much of the Vlidean clan, but three of them instantly spotted him on the dive. They shrieked and dove at him with no reservations, their calls alerting the rest of their clan, who also came at him. Sam swooped between them, feeling claws and beaks dig into him. He tried to pause at the nest, but he'd hardly braked when he decided against it. They would tear him to pieces if he stopped! So instead, he gathered a bit more speed and angled toward the ground. His sleeker, more aerodynamic frame help him pull away from the ground much faster than the Vlideans could. One or maybe two crashed into the ground. As Sam kept up the pace close to the ground, weaving amongst the rocks, the numbers of Vlideans behind him dwindled into nothing, and the Drakein wondered if this was such a good quest to partake in...
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