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Lirende rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 10:18 pm
Character: Elleth
Stage: Adept
Luck: 21
Dragon: Firani
Success Rate: 81-100
[LOSS: 30/2 = 15]
[EXP: 15+5= 20]
[Luck XP Gained: 2/3]
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 8:29 am
She'd gone home, dropped her things off, and had been babied by her parents. She'd forgotten just how over protective they were when she was younger, how much love they were capable of generating for her. It wasn't as stifling as she'd thought it would be, but then again, there was a gaping hole inside of her that craved attention. Love. She missed waking up next to a warm body, or rather, getting woken up by that warm body. Her face flushed and her cheeks felt tense. It was that familiar feeling that in any other race, would have been a precursor to tears.
Angrily she slapped at her cheeks, replacing that tightness with a stinging pain. She had to focus, her attention was drifting and that wasn't good while out in the field. It was just asking for some creature to come in and eat her. She pushed her bangs from her face and surveyed the land. Not a soul stirred the sands, and barely a breath of air whispered around her form. This hunt was a bust, nothing in it's right mind would traverse the desert at high noon. Elleth felt like a fool. A hot fool that was cooking in her own juices.
Shaking Elleth gently ran a hand over one bare arm, wincing at the heat she could feel just rolling off of her dark skin. She needed to find shelter and it was a good thing that she knew this part of the desert. The first cave she came across held a nesting Firani that was, thankfully not paying one iota of attention to the mouth of the cave, too busy rearranging the nest to fry the temporary intruder.
Killing the dragon would have left a bad taste in her mouth, and so Elleth moved on. She might hate dragons with a passion rivaled only by her hatred for a certain blond haired uppity Dovaa, (one who she didn't know even still lived), but that didn't mean she would knowingly kill a mother with unborn babies. One day she would be a mother, or baring that, become a surrogate for someone else. She glanced back at the cave, lingering only a moment longer, before trudging on to the next one.
[Words: 375]
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