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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 4:26 pm
NaitaFirani Oravovan Location: Serenia
Taming Records:Assists: Completely Failed Attempts: Leklan: 1 Successful Captures: Successful Tames: Leklan: 1 Successful Trains:
Attempting:Leklan Relevant Bonuses:Base: 80-100 Khehora -5 Familiarity: +10 Leklan: +10 to 1 and 2, -40 to 3 (65-100 for 1 and 2, 3 is impossible)
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2014 4:37 pm
“I'll think of better names, I promise!” cajoled the big Firani as she pranced through the woods after a ball of white fluff. She was tiring – surely the little thing was tiring too. “How about... Kiddel?” she leapt over a piece of wood, “It's a good name? No?”
Naita didn't actually believe that finding the right name would make the little creature stop and come back to her. Why should it? On some level, she regretted being possessed of sharp teeth and claws, and thus not a friend to the small little prey creature. Still, she was proud of her muscular frame and her claws, teeth, magic and everything fierce about her. And she had hope.
It was just such a fluffy, harmless creature. Naita had never thought about wanting a pet before, but – with its horns and fur and little graspy paws – it was just too cute to resist. She wanted to cuddle it and lie on it and just adore it and its sweet little face.
That meant, though, that she had to catch it first. “Not Kiddel?” Clearly not Kiddel – the leklan almost disappeared from view again, nearly taking away it's hope of companionship. “Cid. How about cid?” she called out, and then blinked, grinning (non ironically) sheepishly. “Sorry if you don't like it, because I do. It sticks. You'r name's Cid now!” she called, weaving between the trees, “Sorry!” Except she wasn't.
Her muscles burned with exertion, and she didn't know how long she had been running, but either way the creature's endurance was impressive. “C'mon...!” she pleaded, panting, “Slow down! Please?” If anything, that only made it speed up and Naita was forced to break, gasping, and lean against a tree.
“Please...” she said, as it vanished out of sight, her heart sinking despondently. “Come back?” It was no use. The leklan... Cid... was gone, and she could run no more...
(322/300)
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