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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
50
Total: 50 (1-100)
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 Posted: Thu Nov 28, 2013 9:35 pm
Character || Ruelash
Stage || Swordsman
Battling || Raoti x 1
Battle Stat || 16
Defense || 6
Roll Needed || 70-100
Rolled || 50
Outcome || lose
Experience earned || 5
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 9:25 pm
Ruelash was well on his way to making that nice coat for his Aldabuck. He knew he had to rush a little on it, since it was headed right for the unforgiving Zena winter, but in all, he was doing well. Which was why he wanted to make sure he had enough supplies to be able to pull off his project.
He stalked out into the tundra, towards where he knew a Raoti herd liked to linger at this time of year. He found fresh tracks, stalking along a ridge towards one of the grazing grounds, and he crouched.
He wasn't a hunter exactly. Food and materials were a secondary concern to him- they were useful things that happened to be there when he killed something.
He knew he should single out an old straggler and take them down quickly and quietly, but he didn't feel like doing that today. He needed a good fight to really bring his morning together.
He spotted the herd, and spotted a perfect candidate- a young male Raoti lingering at the fringes of the herd, trying to eat all the tender plants before they hibernated in the winter. Ruelash knew he was trying to be the best buck of the lot come spring, and thought it was absurd. The Raoti had the excuse of being an animal, but other earthlings... the way they dolled themselves up and tried to get into pissing contests and strutted their stuff... it annoyed Ruelash to no end. He didn't care about that bullshit. If they wanted to fight him, great! He wanted to kick their asses. But posturing was stupid, a waste of energy, and boring. He didn't get it.
The herd began to move on, leaving the male slightly behind because of his picky practices. Ruelash moved closer and pounced in, wrestling the young buck to the ground as it kicked and thrashed. Ruelash threw a punch, reeling as the animal struggled with its padded feet and short horns. It was always surprising just how much a Raoti could hurt you if it tried.
With a desperate kick, the Raoti shoved him off, bounced to its feet, and dashed off into the brush to the safety of its herd. Ruelash stood up and brushed off the snow that clung to his jacket. He grinned. Well, escape or not, that had been a great way to start off the day! He continued on his collecting, cheered considerably.
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