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Painted Moose rolled 3 6-sided dice:
3, 6, 6
Total: 15 (3-18)
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 Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 7:26 pm
 The Winter on Umsindisi was proving to be a formidable foe even in it's earlier stages. Though her fur was thick, Iaana found difficulty biting back her complaints as the frigid wind sliced through her like platinum claws. As a Servant to the pride she was expected before all else to venture into the plains in search of pelts to keep her pride warm, and it burned.
It was during this time of year that she hated her station. If she were of Noble birth and species then she could easily rest nestled up to a warm mate. Hell, at her age, she might even have had cubs. As it stood she moved around the thick snow with a grumble under her breath.What snow had melted under her heavy paws had been thawed, and then refrozen between her toes. The chill itself cracked he pads of her paws, but she was determined.
She did not go unsupervised. Iaana was always watched by some form or another, especially when she traveled further out. No one would trust to stay when the forests were so close, no matter what she said.
(1+2+2=5)
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nessiaing rolled 3 6-sided dice:
6, 1, 3
Total: 10 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 7:39 pm
 The blue leopard walked behind the lioness slave as they headed towards the forested area to hunt. Usually the scholar didn't like to get his hands dirty but with winter approaching it was time for everyone to pitch in and get some pelts for the cold weather ahead. Flying above him was Neve, as a duo the two looked like they were made for the winter, Neve frosty white and Cles a icicle blue. The leopard glanced up at his companion the two were inseparable, not only did they work in the library all day with each other but the duo lived together and spent all their free time together. "Don't let her out of your line of sight." Cles called up to Neve, she gave him a gentle nod. She didn't need to be told to keep a close watch on the lioness that was coming out with them today. Normally Cles wouldn't have wanted to be responsible for keeping slave in line wile they were out and about but he had figured it might be handy to have her around to carry all the pelts back after the fact. 2 + 1 + 1 = 4 points
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 8:14 pm
Looking over her shoulder, Iaana noted the barely visible Scholar from a distance. It took her a while to spot his avian in the tundra skies, but when she did she made sure the bird could see her curled lip. This leopard wasn't nearly high enough in rank to earn her full respect, but the fact that his family had stuck true to their blood line was more than she could say for hers, which kept her mouth shut.
Her hardened gaze moved over the frosted ground in search of smaller creatures that hadn't quite made it through the avalanche. If she was lucky she would find one frozen in snow, and it's pelt preserved. What she found, however, was a small frozen jackal pup. By the time she dug it out and stripped it the pelt had ripped in several places. Sighing in displeasure, Iaana rolled it in snow to rid the fur of what blood had managed to pool out of the frozen carcass and tossed it up onto her shoulder.
"Have you found anything, sir?" Though her voice was loud and clear, it didn't hold the bite that occupied her thoughts. She was nothing, if not polite. "May I assist you in skinning?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 8:23 pm
Cles moved slowly not really worried about catching up with the lioness, really he wasn't entirely of the opinion that they deserved to be slaves, though at the same time he wasn't going to argue with the Queen or her ways, instead he just recorded them for the histories.
As they walked Neve called down to him, "A pelt a pelt" she chirped happily. Neve lived to make Cles happy so not only was she watching what the lioness was up to but she was also keeping her eyes open for pelts that could be useful in their hunt and to keep them warm in the winter.
Cles made his way towards where Neve had pointed out, pawing on the ground he uncovered what was a very mangled pelt. It must have been what remained of a carcass after the scavengers had had their way with the body. Lifting it up she he took a look at it, it was really small and pretty torn up, but perhaps it could be pieced together with other pieces to be something useful.
"Yes here come carry this." he called out to the lioness, he felt bad for a moment that he didn't know her name, finally he decided to ask, "Oi what's your name?" he asked. It wasn't exactly polite but then again Cles wasn't known for his manners, he was known for his brains.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 8:47 pm
Oh, so the bird had found a pelt too, hmm? Hopefully it would be better suited for use than her own sorry find. She moved languidly through the snow, picking her her legs in a high step when it became too monotonous.
When she had come upon him her displeasure couldn't be hidden. His was just as pathetic as her own, but without a moments hesitation she prepped it the same way she had her own, and tossed it up onto her back.
"My name is Iaana'damu, sir." Truthfully, she was more than a little surprised by his question. "I am not surprised that you do not know of me, but perhaps you've learned of my lineage. My grandmother was a Scholar once, a female named Reilia." Surely the name itself would trigger a string of insults. Her family had been one of the most prestigious cheetah bloodlines in the lands. That is, until her rambunctious grandmother had to screw it up by sleeping with a lion and bearing his cubs.
Moving back on her search, Iaana ventured quite a walk away. There she found a living jackal, skinny, but large. When she struck one of the pelts came off her back, but it was a simple fix once she had secured her prey. From it she took a snippet of meat, and a nice pelt. The rest of the fat meat she brought back to the leopard. "For you, sir. You had best keep your strength in this cold."
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 9:05 pm
Neve circled above watching the two felines below, she wasn't as forgiving as her companion, the avian hated lions, she had agreed with the Queen when they had been banished but as an avian she definitely held no say. Hell she was pretty much a slave herself though she viewed herself as above the lion species. She clucked her tongue in displeasure when Cles started a conversation with the lioness, he was too kind, he was a of high-middle class he should not be lowering himself in this way, she would have a conversation with him about it later.
"Iaana'damu, very good then." Cles said as he looked around the ground for more pelts, he would prefer if he could find animals dead in the snow opposed to actually having to hunt down live creatures and skin them fresh. He gave Iaana an appreciative nod when she covered his shoulders with the fair quality pelt, he had to admit that it did make a difference in coverage against the cold. When he heard the name Reilia he did a double take, he supposed the lioness did look like the legendary Reilia. Cles had been very young when the cheetah, one from a very very good family, had appeared to go crazy and bread with a lion. The stories were all in the libraries and frankly people still spoke about the scandal.
"Mmm yes yes I know of that family line." he said simply not really passing judgement one way or another, he was a scholar his duty was to record history not pass judgement on it. He made a few more sweeping paws at the ground uncovering a recently deceased jackal, it wasn't very big but it would do.
"Skin this for me." he told her. It would be a better quality pelt than the first one he had found but still not a very good pelt, this winter was going to be a cold one if they didn't start finding better pelts soon.
Neve watched circling closer and closer trying to listen in to the conversations. "There are some bodies ahead, you may be able to find some pelts there." she told Cles more than the lioness.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 9:20 pm
Iaana was more than aware of the avian's presence above them, and liked it less as time went by. One wrong move, and her actions would be reported, she just knew it. Looking up in the sky she frowned, and fought the urge to stick out her tongue.
Nodding was all the servant could do in such a situation. Her mother had been the final blow to their families fall from grace. As the last of her line she should have preserved it by marrying a fellow cheetah. Or hell, a leopard! Instead she chose to have a liaison with a lion.
Moving to do as she was told, Iaana barely acknowledged the bird when she appeared. Her claws were better suited to skinning the corpse, and frankly in a moment of demure politeness she was allowed to be rude. Once it was skinned she placed it with his other pelt.
Still, she followed the avian's advise, and continued on. What she found was another live jackal, this one more desperate than the last. It was devouring the remains of some poor hapless creature, and prove to be easy prey for the lioness. Iaana may have been reserved in conversation, but in the hunt she was a beast herself.
Once she had her jackal skinned she stood once more, looking to this Scholar to see what his finds produced.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 9:33 pm
The white avian peered down at the lioness as she gazed up, she frowned slightly and rolled her eyes. The lioness could look as displeased as she liked it would change nothing. She drifted back up towards the sky distancing herself from them again as she watched them going towards the bodies she had pointed them towards.
As Cles moved over the frosted ground he kept his eyes peeled for the body that Neve had told him was around here. It took some looking, and when he had found it he was surprised that she had been able to see it from the sky, unless he was looking at another body at his feat.
What was before him was a mangled up body, it was a strange mess of a thing. He huffed looking up at Neve wondering what it was she was thinking when she had pointed out this piece of pelt.
"See if you can do anything with this Ianna." he said pushing the mangled pile towards her.
Neve circled back down towards the duo, landing on Cles' shoulder lightly. "We should be heading back, the sun is setting and it is going to get cold, much colder than this." She said.
Cles gave a nod, waiting for Ianna to finish up with doing what she could with the mangled mess.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 9:48 pm
It was odd picking off so many of the dead like this, but one's loss was another's gain. The Queen would be pleased by their finds no matter the method in obtaining them, and Iaana had a duty to keep them all warm lest they find her own pelt better suited at taking out the chill in their bones.
Iaana pulled her lips back in a frown, and looked up at the bird with a questioning look. Was she serious about this one, or just blind? Shaking her head, Iaana moved to shed the mess of what pieces of pelt she could. It's frozen state didn't help matters. No matter how nimbly she worked her claws the pelt still ended up as a mangle mess with the others.
Once she had it in place with the others she began to move back to the pride. Under normal circumstances she would have waited to walk behind the Scholar, but in the open she felt that it would be better for his nerves and her image to lead.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 10:00 pm
Neve fluttered back up above the the two felines. Clucking her tongue hard when she saw the slave move before her master. The nerve of this lion, a slave before a scholar how dare she. The white avian made a mental note to make sure she kept a special eye on this lioness, she must think she was important coming from a well known cheetah line, none of that meant anything now now she was from a lion line and she was tainted.
Cles on the other hand barely noticed that the lioness had gone ahead of him, and even if he had he wouldn't have cared. It wasn't a big deal, he walked slow anyways, never in a hurry to get anywhere. He was looking forward to being back in the libraries. The libraries were where he belonged not out in the forest hunting, not that he had really hunted at all.
Thinking of the pelts they had collected he shook his head a little. It trouble him a little that they had gotten such poor quality pelts, it was a waste of time really. Hopefully they would be able to do something with them though he thought as he sauntered his way back to the main areas of the pride.
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