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musicaloner7 rolled 1 20-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-20)
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 Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 12:39 am
{Unnamed feline; Success, Success; 3rd round.
-I'll try and talk it down- whatever it is...
Soul; 7+2...Failure...
You don't quite make it to your destination as a quick, dark furred beast pounces you in your retreat. It swipes you aside like a toy and pins you under a heavy paw. }
Ah the sunshine. The fresh air, song birds singing, wind dancing around her shimmery fur, this was much more like it. How those squirrels lived in such cramped, and muggy conditions, she'd never know. A paw lightly drew along her smooth arms, removing the bits of dirt and dust that clung to her silver pelt. A long relaxing cleaning was in need. Perhaps a trip to Mossflower would be in order to receive one of those stone massages that the old shrew woman gave for a few pieces of shiny goods. Maybe a stone, or a sheet of metal. All easy things to obtain with a bit of pillaging or ambushing of traveling merchants.
A sly grin curved on the felines lips at such thoughts. It would feel nice to get back into her element. She missed the thrill and rush of a heist. Perhaps she'd start taking requests... the desire for assassin's was growing more in demand. But... it would be difficult to get a job when she didn't even have her trusty fan any more.. nor her most precious of materials; the silk that would drape along the fronts of her elbows, flowing behind her to hover just at the level of her shoulders. Even her soft sleeves that gripped gently to her biceps and flowed down her elegant arms.
How naked she felt... a bit lonely in fact.
Ice cold eyes blinking lethargically as she strolled away from what once was her impending doom, the exotic female took her sweet time, inspecting her surroundings before taking things any faster. There could be more of those darned rodents about on the look out. Guards... they'd be easy to take out, but if they were in high numbers, it might prove a bit more difficult.
Reaching the edge of the forest before her, eying it skeptically, she took a moment to make sure the coast was clear..
So far so good, aside from the eerie feeling that she was being watched. It was probably just the beady eyes that had all stared at her from before that she still could feel along her sleek back. There was no use in spooking her self, she had to keep moving forward. The sooner she was back to her usual routine, the better. She'd need to make plans to replace her missing sentimental's... though it'd internally hold a bit of grief. Each item had been obtained along her path through life, through different tasks, individuals, window's of time in which all held significance to who she was today, and where she was.
Except here... she had no idea how she'd gotten to this crap hole. Couldn't even remember the last thing she'd done before that!
Any matter.. all that mattered was getting out of here, and figuring out where to go from all of this. It was nice to smell clean air again.. it real was. And those birds singing merrily was very pleasing and calming. It almost made her become distracted from the uncomfortable feeling she got as she continued on her travel... that feeling of being watched... something lurking in the shadows that barely lived along the clear daylight. Eyes darting about, snapping to different angles of her eyeline, the feline flicked her tail restlessly. Who was here..?
Stopping suddenly, she narrowed her eyes to hard slits. Enough games... it was time for her opponent to show themselves.
And as if on cue from a stage hand, her enemy revealed itself, a hefty paw swiping her much smaller figure to the side, making her gasp in surprise, and grunt as she was thrusted into a trunk. Groaning, and slouching over, her head lifted to try and catch what ever it was that had initiated the attack. Eyelids flipping open as she saw it, creeping closer to her petite body that struggled to get onto its hind quarters, sharp nails flicked out from white tiny paws. Of course she didn't stand much of a chance, the wolf like creature being far bigger than she, a common rival, and the fact that all she had to rely on were her natural born weapons, and her sharp mind, but she wasn't going to go down easy.
The grin remained, eyes hard and cold, ready for a show down.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 6:46 am
Pst, just to let you guys know in advance, I'm going to be a bit late writing this entry (perhaps an hour or so) I'm working to catalog all these entries in google docs, which I'd fallen behind on during my finals. This way I can print everything out and give them really good looking over. I don't want to end up skimming your entries when you've put so much work into them <3
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 7:51 am
This PDF is 80 pages long @D@ My goodness! *writes up responses now*
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:17 am
Time for end prompts! No rolls this time guys, you decide what happens from here on out! Hopefully you've enjoyed playing with ability scores :>
However, do roll a d4 though!
This prompt ends Saturday at noon at which point I will announce the winners shortly after.
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 SUCCESS
Another look and you realize your pursuer, a wolf. She bares her teeth at you and yelps angrily. "Cursed beast! You dare toy with my pawns? Make a fool out of me? I've had beasts for supper twice your size!" She'd snap and scrape at the foot of your ascent, unable to climb up to your perch- only to be pelted with a barrage of nuts and stones from the trees around you.
Squirrels. Tens of them. "Pawns?! Stupid, fat old wolf, we don't need your protection!" "You're like a mangey ol' leech, eattin' us when we don't feed you yer supper'" "Get off ta the Dead Wood with ya!" Seems rather than accept the fate of having another one of their leaders eaten, your escape has spurned a bit of a revolution. They trade venom as you're left there watching the wolf creep backwards near the cliff side.
What's a beast to do?
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 FAILURE
A thick, putrid breath washes over you as she rasps down your neck, sounds of the rushing stream beside you filling your ears as the fiendish wolf's eyes widen with excitement over this new tantalizing meal. "Why hello little beast, look who's come to dinner!" She leans her jaws down to have a bite, you better think fast!
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 FAILURE
Round 3 SUCCESS
Your flight down the hill is one dogged by wolf and squirrel alike, their jeers drown out by the deafening thump of your racing heart. Downhill there rushes a stream, its pace fast and its body wide, and you'll have to slow down or else you'll end up barreling right into it.
If you slow down, however, you're sure to have at least a dozen of those furry little bastards on you in seconds.
Time for a daring get away plan!
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 FAILURE
Round 3 FAILURE
The beast is after you, her jaws spread wide as squirrels cheer on her chase in the distance. Only narrowly managing to dodge her snapping maw it becomes clear that she's toying with you, her horrible laugh haunting your retreat ad you come across a rocky outcropping atop the hillside.
There's plenty of crags, some you might fit into even, but if she couldn't reach you her guard would eventually. Beyond the outcropping a steep drop would see you hundreds of feet into a stony valley. It might be best to watch your step should you remain here...
Round 1 FAILURE
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 SUCCESS
Lo and behold! A raft! A bound together craft of sticks and string rests upon the shore, an escape surely if only you (and anyone who might have joined you) can avoid prying eyes... like those peering out a hole up above. Will there never be an end to these squirrel bastards? Time for a quick escape!
Round 1 FAILURE
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 FAILURE
Three squirrels in bone mask drag you down a gravel rough riverbank to to a still pool's edge. Without any further words your head is forced down under the water, a bleak end to such a dogged tail.
(If you attempted to save the creature in the cave and failed, the following also applies.)
You think you might be done for, your vision going fuzzy as you run out of breath.. when suddenly and without warning you are pulled from the water. The squirrel that had been holding you down having gotten bowled over by the creature from before, who had apparently gotten loose and in turn has come to save your furry behind. Better get running!
Round 1 FAILURE
Round 2 FAILURE
Round 3 SUCCESS
You spook your assailants back so much that when you surmount the wall side, you have time to put space between you and a half-dozen surprised squirrels standing round one angry looking startled wolf. Now is not a time for idle banter, now is a time for making a dash for it down the hillside. Still... they're gaining on you, and that wolf doesn't look too happy to have her prey surprise her so.
It seems for a while like they might catch you too, and in such a rush you nearly run into a familiar wildcat clad in blue cloak who had been meandering by on a path. Looking back, you only catch a glimpse of a white flash as the sound of glass breaking heralds an eruption of fire, the feline having broken some beaker in the wolf's wake to leave her thrashing, engulfed in flames. The Alchemist shop keep flees from the scene as the squirrels hurriedly try to put out the wolf, only managing to fan the flames higher. Well, they're distracted all right, if you're to make a move it best be quick!
Round 1 FAILURE
Round 2 FAILURE
Round 3 FAILURE
No one has fallen down the path of COMPLETE UTTER FAILURE. Good for you guys!
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Teigra rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:28 am
Aegnor Stonepaw
Round 1 FAILURE
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 FAILURE
Three squirrels in bone mask drag you down a gravel rough riverbank to to a still pool's edge. Without any further words your head is forced down under the water, a bleak end to such a dogged tail.
(If you attempted to save the creature in the cave and failed, the following also applies.)
You think you might be done for, your vision going fuzzy as you run out of breath.. when suddenly and without warning you are pulled from the water. The squirrel that had been holding you down having gotten bowled over by the creature from before, who had apparently gotten loose and in turn has come to save your furry behind. Better get running!
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The water was freezing, or seemed so in comparison after being trapped in the cramped, stuffy tunnels for so long. The sharp shock of it nearly took Aegnor's breath away as he was plunged beneath the surface. That certainly would have shortened the time he had to be uncomfortable. The wildcat thrashed and struggled to the best of his ability, but his movements slowly grew weaker and the trio of masked squirrels proved enough to keep him captive while the water did its work.
This is it, then? This is where the great Aegnor Stonepaw meets his end? Done in by a bunch of bushy-tailed tree-hoppers? Shameful...shoulda'...shoulda' found a way...way out...before....too late now......hey.....issat' a fish?
His thoughts were growing hazy, too far out of touch now to even feel the righteous anger that normally should have accompanied such a horrifying thought as of letting himself be bested by a bunch of stupid squirrels...
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
There was a crash and one of the squirrels tumbled into the river, floating by the wildcat's hazy field of view. Lookie! Swimming river squirrels!
Wait. No.
The weight lessening on his back, Aegnor began struggling anew, albeit much weaker than he had been before, and his movements were sluggish; his mind disconnected. Fortunately for him, another squirrel went tumbling into the drink and the remaining one let go of the half-drowned wildcat to deal with a new threat.
Sputtering and coughing, Aegnor lifted his head from the water just enough to breathe, as well as glance to the side blearily to see what in the world was going on. Armed only with a tree branch...and the foolishness of youth...stood the young otter from before. Hey! Seems the squirrels hadn't finished roasting him afterall!
"Step back! Leave him alone!" he shouted at the remaining squirrel, who merely sneered at the youth. "Don't worry, sir! I'll help you get out of here, I promise!"
Well, apparently, stupid AND loyal. Just the combination Aegnor liked to see in his subordinates. Shaking off the haze from oxygen deprivation, the wildcat was clear enough to understand that they outnumbered the squirrel, two-to-one. And the masked beast certainly couldn't watch them both at once, not in two different directions and not with that mask over his face. With a swipe fueled by fury, Aegnor sent the remaining squirrel tumbling into the water. The otter was lucky that the wildcat was so out of it, or he'd have likely done things to those beasts that would have scarred the child's mind for life.
As it was, he made a quick motion with his head, indicating that they should run, and the pair took to their paws. Leaving the crazed cult of squirrels far behind them, Aegnor turned to the otter as they ran. A sly grin crept over the feline's face.
"Hey, kid...I could use some help like you. Ever thought about getting into business?"
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Teigra rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:29 am
Janika Razorclaw
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 FAILURE
Round 3 FAILURE
The beast is after you, her jaws spread wide as squirrels cheer on her chase in the distance. Only narrowly managing to dodge her snapping maw it becomes clear that she's toying with you, her horrible laugh haunting your retreat ad you come across a rocky outcropping atop the hillside.
There's plenty of crags, some you might fit into even, but if she couldn't reach you her guard would eventually. Beyond the outcropping a steep drop would see you hundreds of feet into a stony valley. It might be best to watch your step should you remain here...
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Dignity the least of her concerns at the moment, Janika scrambled gracefully, but frantically over the earth, the wolf's mocking laughter sending chills down her spine. Had to escape, but outnumbered...how to get away...how?
Her eyes darting about, the wildcat barely containing her panic, she locked onto the outcropping, then the steep drop beyond. But...could she really out-climb a squirrel? Not likely. A wolf, yes, but not a squirrel, let alone an army of them.
But was there a glimmer of hope in another plan? Barely, but maybe only if one was loony. Still, the squirrels hadn't seemed so happy about following this Ferrah's orders earlier...more like they were terrified and being forced to do so or else...
So she didn't have to take them all out, just Ferrah...and hope the squirrels would drop their pursuit if their leader were gone.
"I challenge you to a face-off, wolf! You and me, none of your minions taking part...just a challenge between the two of us...for leadership of the tribe!" She added the last part almost as an afterthought, but it sounded like she knew what she was talking about, so she'd run with it.
"Oh, this should be rich....alright, let's go,dinner" Ferrah commented idly, pausing only to roll her shoulders and neck before dropping to a fighting stance. Heart hammering, Janika held her ground, ready to face the wolf.
Now or never, paws don't fail me now...
As Ferrah charged, Janika's paw shot out for the nearest object within reach that could be used as a weapon: another thorned branch. Yes, she'd had horrible luck before...so this time she was watching where she grabbed the limb, which meant she'd have much better luck, right? Right.
She lashed out with the makeshift weapon, catching a lucky break and scoring a hit on the wolf's shoulder as she passed. There was an angry snarl that sent shivers down the wildcat's spine, but she shook it off as best she could. Reacting purely on instinct at this point, she grabbed the next nearest object in her free paw, a sizeable rock that barely fit in her paw, and flung it at Ferrah's head. She caught the beast in mid-turn, the rock making a sickening sound on impact.
Seized by a combination of all the panic and rage that had been flooding her system throughout the ordeal, fueled by adrenaline, Janika let out a fearsome yowl before leaping upon the half-stunned wolf, striking out with the thorned branch, her claws, even latching her jaws into the large she-beast.
Her vision had gone hazy and red, and she was exhausted before she slowed her attack. The wolf was out cold...or dead, it was hard to say, but Janika wasn't about to leave any loose ends. She was going to make certain.
Standing, despite her weakness, she braced a footpaw against the wolf's still form, making sure her stance was sure, then kicked out viciously, sending the body tumbling over the edge of the drop-off.
Behind her, shouts and cheers erupted from the crowd of squirrels, many of them leaping about or dancing with one another. The joy they felt at finally being freed of the tyrannical wolf could practically be felt in the air. No more orders. No more threats of death and devouring. No more sacrificing their own lives for some crazy she-beast.
Then, Janika turned slowly to face the crowd, panting heavily from her furious barrage against Ferrah, but with a dangerous light still emanating from within her slitted orbs. The cheers and jubilation quieted down as the squirrels each turned their eyes to the wildcat, their attention captured by the silky, low voice that floated over the crowd.
"There's a new boss in town, boys..."
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Moofuls rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:30 am
[[Nolan & Mousie
Round 1 FAILURE
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 SUCCESS
*cobbles together a post* D: ]]
Together, the hare and mouse hurried off down the riverbank, with the mouse occasionally glancing back to assure himself that they weren't being followed. As far as he could tell, they were not. A dark plume of smoke rose up from the brush behind them; undoubtedly, the squirrels had more important things to worry about at present.
They hadn't gone far before a break in the bank reeds opened to the very welcome sight of a small, sturdy raft moored to the riverbank, apparently unattended. The two exchanged glances, and the mouse, immediately hurried along, all but dragging the reluctant hare with him. "This is the perfect way out," the mouse insisted. Nolan hadn't caught his name yet. He hadn't thought to ask. "The raft'll carry us downstream fast enough that those squirrels won't be able to keep up," the mouse went on brightly, all optimism after his narrow brush with death. "We can outrun them and circle back to...wherever you belong," he cheerfully insisted.
The hare was visibly uneasy at the suggestion, and pulled free of the mouse's grip to linger on the riverbank even as the mouse climbed aboard the raft. Nolan glanced back they way they had come, frowning. He had two very good reasons for wanting to avoid the river. Firstly, he was not, and never had been, a very strong swimmer. If something went wrong with the raft, he would probably sink like a rock in the swift current of the river. Secondly...his staff was, for all he knew, still back in the squirrel's cavern. Racing away downriver on a raft basically negated any change he had of retrieving it.
That aside, he had the strangest sensation that they were being watched.
"I can't," he finally announced, and, with the aid of his crutch, turned to venture back towards the smoking caverns. "Those squirrels...have somethin' of mine, and I can't leave without it. You go on, though, mousie. Good luck."
"Hold on," the mouse called after him. "You can't go in there right now. The cavern's on fire! It'll probably collapse on you." When the words had little effect, he tried again. "Besides, those squirrels were just going to eat you, like they were trying to eat me. They probably didn't even pick up your stuff when they caught you. I bet if you went back to the last place you set up camp, you'd find your...whatever you're missing. Leg?"
Not the brightest mouse, no. But he had a point.
"It's a staff," he explained, and slowly turned back to the mouse. "It let's me wa--"
"SQUIRREL," the mouse shouted, pointing almost directly upward at a pair of eyes peering down from the shelter of a tree cavity. "HURRYHURRYHURRY," he shouted, waving Nolan to the raft as the alarm went up and several squirrels sprang from the tree nook. The young hare didn't have time to think; he pole-vaulted onto the raft using the cell bar crutch even as the mouse freed the raft from it's mooring rope. The little craft, propelled by the motion of the hare's landing, slid easily into the current and sprang off downstream, leaving several furious and shouting squirrels on the riverbank behind.
And off they went!
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Teigra rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:31 am
Samantha Hakan
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 FAILURE
Round 3 FAILURE
The beast is after you, her jaws spread wide as squirrels cheer on her chase in the distance. Only narrowly managing to dodge her snapping maw it becomes clear that she's toying with you, her horrible laugh haunting your retreat ad you come across a rocky outcropping atop the hillside.
There's plenty of crags, some you might fit into even, but if she couldn't reach you her guard would eventually. Beyond the outcropping a steep drop would see you hundreds of feet into a stony valley. It might be best to watch your step should you remain here...
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Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...well, not from a wolf and an army of squirrels anyway. Samantha was getting quite sick of the whole lot of them, and while she knew she was in danger, that fear was quickly turning to anger, her natural defense to keep herself from panicking. If that happened, all was lost. She needed to remain light on her feet and quick-witted. There'd be time to break down into an exhausted pile of fur after she was safely away from these blood-thirsty mad beasts.
Cut off the head, and it can still bite...but crush the snake's head, and both it and the body die...
Fine...that meant taking out Ferrah...somehow. Wonderful. Well, better just her, than her PLUS countless squirrels. The odds were only slightly better, but Samantha would take what she could get.
"FERRAH!" she shouted, reaching the summit, and sighting no other good cover, standing her ground with the sudden drop-off at her back. "Let's settle this like proper canines! Leave the tree-rats out of this!" She paused, seeming to consider something. "Well, lupine and vulpine, not really canines...well, whatever, close enough!"
Seeming somewhat amused now by her dinner, Ferrah chuckled. "Fine, fine, whatever makes you happy," and after signaling the squirrels to fall back, she rushed forwards without warning. Samantha almost wasn't ready to react, but at the last moment, she dropped and rolled sideways.
Ferrah was no fool, and she hadn't gotten where she was today by being one. She quickly halted her progress at a safe distance from the drop-off, whirling on the fox with a snarl. "Do you take me for a fool, dinner? You think I'd fall for a trick as old as tha--ACK"
Samantha's trick hadn't been dodging out Ferrah's charge. She knew the wolf would be too smart to go and fling herself off the cliff.
Samantha planned to help.
As she'd dropped and rolled, in one smooth maneuver, she scooped up a pawful of sandy grit and flung it in the wolf's eyes the moment she whirled around to face her again. Then, bracing her hands on the ground, Samantha kicked out viciously with her back right footpaw for the hulking she-wolf. Blinded for the moment and rubbing vigorously at her eyes, Ferrah never saw the kick coming, which caught her squarely in the gut. She doubled over, wind knocked out of her, and unable to make a reply before the second kick whirled around to give her a push backwards. Eyes closed and disoriented, she had little hope that her waning sense of balance would keep her from stumbling straight over the drop-off...
Panting softly, Samantha kept her low crouch, casting a dangerous glare over the crowd of squirrels. One or two of the more courageous ones inched towards the edge and peered over, then as if satisfied by what they saw, turned and nodded towards the others. The squirrels began to disperse, heading back to their home of tunnels, leaving the fox in her defensive posture on the ground. Only one approached her, ignoring the female's warning growl, and...bowed.
"Thank you."
He left, and Samantha was left with a look of dumbstruck confusion, alone on the outcropping.
After a moment, she rose to her full height, scowl on her face, and muttering as she made her way back down the hill:
"Bloody, nut-brained, tree-hoppers..."
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musicaloner7 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:35 am
{Khrest;
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 FAILURE
A thick, putrid breath washes over you as she rasps down your neck, sounds of the rushing stream beside you filling your ears as the fiendish wolf's eyes widen with excitement over this new tantalizing meal. "Why hello little beast, look who's come to dinner!" She leans he jaws down to have a bite as the , you better think fast!}
"holy.... f-.." the feline's eyes were like saucers. Staring into the face of 'death', it seemed like an impossible feat to over come. But his mind was quick, and he could fake appearances. With a nervous grin wriggling onto his lips, Khrest chuckle lightly, "Well... I was just leavin', ya see. I didn't really like what was on the menu.."
The wolf seemed amused, but didn't budge. Well, it looked like it was time for another little bit of fancy foot work, and primped words. Just as the jaws of his demise came down to give a crunch, he rolled to the side, and crawled onto all fours, darting underneath the wolf's streamline underbelly. Tail flagged straight up as he made a dash for it, Khrest's mind kept repeating over and over in his mind, Gogogogogogogo!, pumping his legs and arms to the max! But the canine was close on his heels, he could feel it, hear it, the snarls and snaps, and shaking of the earth as those heavy paws planted on the ground. Suddenly, the rumbling stopped, making him look over his shoulder to see... that the area was wolfless..
Well.. that was easy.
A smug grin on his face, Khrest turned to book it out of this crazy place, when he gasped, seeing that his competitor was right before him with a sinister grin.
"S-!" he cursed sharply, skidding to a halt, just barely dancing to the side of another lunge.
"C-Can't we be civil about this, eh?!" he stammered, trying to reconcile with the creature, who was obviously not wanting to talk... And the lunges! They kept coming! Well, Khresty boy, it was time to up your a-game! Sighing, he began to sing a tune, a moral boosting one that always gave him the courage and strength that sometime's the cat lacked. In doing so, he weaved and dodged each charge, snap, crunch, and bat that the wolf performed, stepping lightly on his small paws, as if he were a slippery worm that kept escaping in between your claws.
"c'mere you little pest!' the wolf snarled, growing annoyed and impatient with how difficult this seemingly simple meal was beginning to be. And that singing! How irritating! but Khrest continued in his little ritual like dance, his voice jerking as his body did, voice growing louder the more they pursued this little game of 'cat and dog'. Tire `um out. That was his plan. He knew he couldn't take on the she-wolf, so this was the next best thing!
It took awhile, but eventually Khrest managed to tire the old dog out, her body slumping onto her haunches, panting softly, a glare of hate piercing the feline that had been more trouble than he was worth! She breathed a few words, but they were inaudible, and only left a grinning Khrest strolling past her in a mocking fashion, to receive a swiping paw to his back, making him 'oof!' and stumble. That was enough for him to stay on all fours and get the heck outta there! He was done with this adventure, and the wolf was out a snack!
Better luck next time!
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musicaloner7 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 9:36 am
{Unnamed feline}
Round 1 SUCCESS
Round 2 SUCCESS
Round 3 FAILURE
A thick, putrid breath washes over you as she rasps down your neck, sounds of the rushing stream beside you filling your ears as the fiendish wolf's eyes widen with excitement over this new tantalizing meal. "Why hello little beast, look who's come to dinner!" She leans he jaws down to have a bite as the , you better think fast!
So this was her enemy. Her next challenge. It was quote appropriate, and reasonable, but again nothing she couldn't handle. Of course, being down all of her key and specified items of choice would cause this to probably go on longer than she'd like, but in the end she would be victorious. This was not the first mangy mutt she'd battled, and certainly wouldn't be her last. As she gazed up at the drooling canine, eyes blinking lethargically, an obvious cocky expression across her soft features, the enchantress purred softly, letting a tiny paw rise to stroke a long thick chord of a whisker protruding straight from the wolf's muzzle, "My, my... you are quite big.. seems you have advantage.." her words dripped heavily, like molasses. The wolf seemed equally amused, a snarl creeping as the long hairs were toyed with, giving a swift snap towards the assassin cat. But the predator was too slow. And her meal had already rolled forward to travel the soft under belly, dragging a claw along the center, eyes sharply slitted, in attack mode. Letting out a pained whine, the wolf lept forward, whipping around to confront her prey, a sneer along her face, the thin line of cut streaming down the center of her stomach stinging in an annoying manner.
"I'll let you suffer now, cat!" she barked, charging towards the nonchalant feline, who casually glanced over her shoulder, a mischievous grin curling on those sweet lips.
We'll see about that... waiting for the wolf to grow close enough in it's blinded rage, the assassin crouched slowly, prepping her body, biding her energy to focus all on her hind quarters, eyes closing. Feeling, sensing every moving body and fragment around her, her ears finally twirked, eyes snapping open, and her back legs pushed off, sending her into the air. Now above the barrelling vulpe, her arctic eyes kept poised on her target, body landing straight onto its back, claws digging right into the center of the thick furred dog. A few snarls, and whines set loose to the air, feline prickling up the spine of the wolf to grip on either side of the back of the large skull, teeth baring and biting into a ear, tugging hard. It made the head follow, and rabid jowls chomp rapidly, and wildly. Hanging on tight,wolf running blindly about, the cat kept up her tactic, biting and tugging the ears, drawing blood, and tearing skin. In the wolf's futile attempt to try and rid itself of the parasite now hosted on its body, it foolishly in a last resort means charged to a tree to try and ram the cat into it, and squash her tiny body into bits.
But with a glance to their path, the feline quickly let go, detached, and leaped back, sending the mutt to crash right into the trunk with a howl. Landing effortlessly onto the ground, lifting a paw to clean daintily, the exotic enchantress sat to watch the now unconscious dog slide down into a crumpled heap.
Well. That was fun... But it was time to end this little charade. She was getting tired, and hungry. Not to mention a bit irritated that her belongings had been reaped...
That was an adventure for another day.
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vilegloom rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:29 am
PrinceDave Round 1 SUCCESS Round 2 SUCCESS Round 3 SUCCESS Another look and you realize your pursuer, a wolf. She bares her teeth at you and yelps angrily. "Cursed beast! You dare toy with my pawns? Make a fool out of me? I've had beasts for supper twice your size!" She'd snap and scrape at the foot of your ascent, unable to climb up to your perch- only to be pelted with a barrage of nuts and stones from the trees around you. Squirrels. Tens of them. "Pawns?! Stupid, fat old wolf, we don't need your protection!" "You're like a mangey ol' leech, eattin' us when we don't feed you yer supper'" "Get off ta the Dead Wood with ya!" Seems rather than accept the fate of having another one of their leaders eaten, your escape has spurned a bit of a revolution. They trade venom as you're left there watching the wolf creep backwards near the cliff side. What's a beast to do? Eleanor puffed out her chest and clicked her beak angrily, taking affront to the words coming from the wolf's mouth. "You've eaten things TWICE my size? Well, actually," she rethought her feelings towards the wolf's statement and found that she was, in fact, amused by it rather than offended. "You do have quite the big mouth," Eleanor winked and cackled madly, knowing that there was little the canine could do to harm her at this point. "FIRE! All the resources towards the mangy beast!" Eleanor shrieked suddenly, using one of her wings to direct the throws of debris from the squirrels. Her long flight feathers acted as her fingers, pointing towards where the wolf was pacing. The barn owl watched through wide, beady eyes as the former leader was pelted with all sorts of rocks and sticks, no doubt going to be feeling the bruises. Some time later, after the wolf had given up and slunk away to wallow in her pity and misery, to clean and tend to her wounds; while the squirrels were busy celebrating their victorious rebellion, Eleanor found herself wondering how she'd look in some sort of fancy hat. You know, like the type an army general of history would have worn? Something extravagant and embellished, with all sorts of feathers [plucked from her slain enemies] and adorned with beads and made from only the finest cloth. The old owl could still be seen at sunset, sitting on the cliff in the diminishing daylight, talking to herself about the design of her hat.
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wolfspectre13 rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:34 am
Ailin
Round 1: Success
Round 2: Fail
Round 3: Success
Round 4: FINALE
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His adversaries were closing in from behind. The chant of the squirrels, their chattering growing louder. And the pained, angry timbre of the wolf's howl was still echoing.
But it was nothing compared to the loud and firm "Ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum" that assailed his ears from the inside.
The downhill run did give him an advantage of speed, but it gave the other creatures the same advantage, and up ahead.
There was water.
A river to be more exact. Definitely too far across to leap, and probably too deep to swim.
But he couldn't stop his momentum now. Even if he wanted to try, he'd just flip over face-first and roll into the water in a less than graceful manner.
But he still had wings. And though they couldn't fly, they had always been a bit too large for him. Not much use normally, but in terms of gliding...
Al winced as he unfurled them to full wingspan, hearing the little crackles as joints normally unused came back to life.
And held them parallel to the ground as he leaped forward.
And again. Each time the air underneath him held him up for a second or two before he would land on the ground again, nothing more than slightly more distance each jump.
And nothing, no matter what he did, would get him over that river, the bank coming nearer and nearer.
He flapped his wings madly, trying to put as much air as possible underneath them and ignoring the popping noises the cried for him to stop.
But he refused to, even as he saw the waters come towards him, the waters underneath him churning and threatening to pull hi-
wait...
They were underneath him?
It had worked! He was gliding! Feet brushing the water, but he was gliding!
He threw his head back and laughed before he realized that one didn't glide forever and-
Plop.
Thankfully they thought he had drowned, so when he resurfaced on the other bank, about ten yards or so down, they had stopped trying to look for him. Those same wings that were still outstretched for flight also kept him afloat, and he used them to gain more distance before struggling and flopping around until he had reached the bank, dragging himself up to the other side and laying there, catching his breath.
Well... as soon as he found his way back, he was writing this down. It would make for a tale indeed.
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Malhyanth rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 10:52 am
The Bone Collector : Time For A Daring Get-Away Plan!
Roll : 1
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Wolf and Squirrel alike were gaining on the Bone Collector, who was still fleeing as fast as he could. He hated to flee, but he knew when he was beat, and this b***h-mother Wolf was leading all of her minions down on his head. He snarled, but didn't look back to see how close they were, instead, focusing on what appeared to be a stream ahead. Head down, tail like a banner as it streamed out behind him, the Bone Collector leapt, forming a perfect arrow with his body and slicing into the cold, shocking water. Some Squirrels dived in after, some following, others floundering as they were swept away.
The Bone Collector swam hard and fast, travelling some way down the stream, but managing to haul himself out on the other side eventually. He panted, fighting for breath and strength to return to his limbs, and turned, realigning his skull on his head as the first of the Squirrels emerged from the stream's cold flows. His snarl was ferocious as the pale Fox dove upon his adversary, teeth and claws doing the work that his root and baton had been unable to do. He tore his way into flesh and ripped open fur, bristling as another joined him on the stream's smooth beach. He used his teeth to rip chunks off of his adversary, and dropped the lifeless creature as two more joined the second.
"DO YOU SEE ME?" He cried, body splattered in the blood of their comrade, the strip of meat he'd pulled from the carcass finally swallowed. "DO YOU SEE? I will eat you just as she will! That b***h-creature you take for a leader!" He flung a bloodied claw toward the Wolf that was backing away from the Squirrels on the opposite bank. "I will eat your flesh and devour your very souls, just to be rid of each and every single one of you! YOU DARE DEFY THE BONE COLLECTOR?!" Standing to his full height, the Collector towered above the three Squirrels, who trembled at the sight of the carnivorous Fox. They decided enough was enough, and darted back into the stream, powering their little limbs to haul out on the other side, dripping and completely exhausted. The others of their Tribe, however, were gaining momentum.
Their chants rang out over the sounds of the Wolf's snarls and orders of cease. They were banging their spears and batons together as they advanced on the Wolf. She lifted a paw, and the first strike was thrown by a small member of the Tribe, one clearly not yet broken in to the ideals of this Wolf. It swung its baton with all its might, and cracked the Wolf a sharp welt across her paw. She yelped, and went to bite down on the Squirrel, but more jumped into the attack, flailing wildly with their batons, spears and a few daggers. The Wolf was driven before a swathe of angry Squirrels, and before long, they were chasing her off.
The Bone Collector, on his lonely shore, smirked. He returned to the Squirrel he had killed, and heaved it up onto his shoulders.
Waste not want not, after all...
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Rainhowl rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:04 am
Name: Torn Bane
Rolls: Success - Fail - Success
The thorny branch had done what she had hoped and bought her a few moments, however brief and harrowing. The wolf was hot on her trail, limping, yet spurned on by a raw fury. She had been wounded, but it wasn't all physical. Her pride had been stung just as sharply as her paw and now she needed to save face and fill her grumbling stomach. She was out for blood, Torn Bane's in particular. The beaten fox was not at her swiftest speed and the volley of pinecones and acorns that assaulted her from above, as she fled, only served to distract her further as she desperately pumped her bruised legs, descending the slope in a more than haphazard fashion. Any want to teach the tree-climbing vermin and their canine leader a lesson was banished by the simple instinct to survive. In her state, especially with that wolf's size, she would stand no chance.
The river rushing ahead was unexpected, as her gasping breaths had been drowning out the sounds of the water. She really did not think much on it, though she certainly wasn't the best swimmer. She barreled on at full speed and fell into the waters. The sudden chill that met her was a shock and, for a moment, she lost her breath. The swift current dragged her downstream, but she managed to reach the shore with some desperate floundering and a bit of luck.
She dragged herself into the soft, muddy embrace of the far shore, gasping for fresh air and coughing up water that had found it's way down her throat. She crouched, craning her neck to see if any ventured after her. The infuriated wolf stood upstream, on the opposite shore, pacing and bristling with rage. One of her squirrels met a rather quick and grisly end as she snuffed out his life and promptly devoured him. She thought she recognized him as one of the guards and his death amused her. The squirrels meant nothing to her and she had an escape to see to, as she was certain the wolf would be hot on her trail, as soon as she crossed.
Torn Bane stood swiftly and hurried into the shadows of the looming trees, her thin lips pursed tightly together. She had no parting words for them. She wasn't going to waste her breath, as she already had to do so once during this little misadventure. They'd rue the day they messed with her, shaman of the Bone Collector's troop.
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Rainhowl rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:05 am
Name: Jukka
Rolls: Success - Fail - Success
The fact that she had given him a head-start certainly surprised him! He hadn't expected his rather lathered on praise to work, but the wolf bought into it and he had hopefully done something that would win him his life.
"Three~"
He could still hear her counting, but knew in an instant that she would not keep her word. His main indicator would be the fact that her voice turned into a snarl and he could hear her moving behind him. Not good! The long, lanky otter darted forward on all fours, moving as quickly as he could down the slope. He bit his lip hard and focused on the task at hand, ignoring the blood that beaded beneath his sharp fangs. Many of the squirrels chased him from above, in addition to the snarling beast behind him, and several chunked acorns and branches at him. The sound of rushing water, ahead, brought his hopes up. Almost to freedom, only another foot or so!! These hopes diminished almost completely as his forepaw caught on one of the chunked acorns and buckled. Pain shot through his right paw and he cried out as he fell forward. Ferrah was on him in an instant, ready for the kill.
"HA! I wi---"
"Naw, think yer wrong, pup!" He rolled onto his back, lashing out with his hindpaws, catching her squarely in the jaw. It was only by luck that he avoided her snapping jaws long enough to slip beneath the chilled, cleansing surface. The water was invigorating and he let the current carry him away from the horrors he had experienced. He wasn't sure where he was or where he was going, his only thoughts being "away." He'd figure out how to return to Fleuve later, when he didn't have a vicious, snarling, meat-eating canine breathing down his neck.
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