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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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 Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 5:57 pm
Character || Ruelash
Stage || Swordsman
Battling || Aldabuck (Direk, training)
Battle Stat || 16
Defense || 9
Roll Needed || 80-100
Rolled || [insert roll(s)]
Outcome || [win/lose]
Experience earned ||
(9x 2 ) / 2= 9
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Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 6:44 pm
Ruelash knew he would have his work cut out for him, turning an aldabuck into a beast of war. He had known, though, the moment he had seen her in the beast tamer's stall, that the black aldabuck would be his partner. He had always thought he would work alone, but when his eyes had met the harsh yellow eyes of the nimble and haughty creature, he had just known. She was his. He'd paid a pretty penny for her too, to the beast tamer who was a lady he could respect, and had made the creature a nice winter coat to boot (which he was proud of), so now he'd better try.
"Arright." he said, facing the Aldabuck in her pen, holding a small crappy wooden club made with a stick, he tapped it on a straw dummy to draw her attention to it, "Lets see what we kin do with ya."
Direk looked at him with barely disguised disdain. What did he want and why was he directing her attention to some disgusting thing?
Ruelash made sure she was watching and then smacked the straw dummy, making it rattle. "Attack!" he said, commandingly, hoping she would startle and attack the dummy.
Direk just looked at him, annoyed. She did not like the sound it made, she did not like the sound he made, and she did not like him.
Well, that hadn't worked, but Ruelash knew from the raptrix trainers and other beast trainers that you had to keep at it. He struck it again and again, saying the word attack, again and again. He couldn't startle her too much and cause her to run away- he knew that that was what an aldabuck wanted to do. They were prey animals, built to run like the wind, not hunt like a raptrix did. But he had seen those curved impressive scimitar horns and those sharp, hard hooves. They could do some damage if they wanted to, and the key was getting her to do it. It would be a bit hard, but he'd get there.
This was really getting on Direk's nerves. Stupid ugly stinky twoleg. Could he stop playing with the grass dollie and stop shouting at her and leave her in peace for once in his lowly life?!
If he hit that thing and shouted one more time, she was going to give him a piece of her mind!
Ruelash wasn't expecting her to get it in one day of training. That wouldn't happen. He had a reserve of patience he had built up just for this, something he never had used before- actual bona-fide patience, not just anticipation. He wanted this aldabuck to be a fighter, and damn it she would be. He hit the dummy again. "Attack" he commanded.
Direk had had enough of him for today. She snorted in arrogant annoyance and charged at him. Not in a deadly way, no- she knew who fed and brushed her. She drove the flat of her skull into his stomach, knocking him against he fence. She glared down at him angrily and stomped before going back to her grass.
The stomp was uncomfortably close to his head as Ruelash struggled to make his breathing work again. It took some gasping but, by the end, he was grinning. That was what he was talking about, that kind of ferocity and anger. He could work with that.
He tossed one of her treats over- that had been a good hit- and, still stumbling from the blow, left her enclosure. That would be all for today.
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