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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:24 pm
She dove out of his reach, realizing what he was doing as he tried to circle her. That bloody stain on her pelt was like a target on her flank. She didnt like that one bit. But what trumped her disgust at her own weakness was her surprise at his words. The beast could speak! And more than the one, oh so dull word. Well, it was a darn shame that she was planning on killing him. If he had even an ounce of intelligence then he might have made a nice plaything.
Then again, maybe this was a fluke. It was possible he was just trying to distract her. If so then that showed a bit of smarts that he hadnt yet displayed. Or he could be every bit the liver obsessed dumb beast that she had thought him up to now. She danced further down the path, casting her sense of smell about for some sort of water source.
"and where would the fun be in that?" she asked.
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Bardess Ookami rolled 2 8-sided dice:
5, 8
Total: 13 (2-16)
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 7:32 pm
He twitched ever so slightly, flicking some blood from his face away. Better not to let it get anywhere near his nose. He didn't want to distort that lovely liver smell. Fun, she had asked. Where was the fun in her giving up and dying? There wasn't any. The liver would have to be eaten quickly, before the heart stopped pumping, to maintain it's optimal taste. But what did fun have to do with anything? This wasn't about fun... he kept circling, trying. This wasn't about fun at all. This was about... "LIVER!" he shouted like a battle cry as he lunged for her flank again.
(Rolling first to see if he can circle around her, the second, if the first wins, is to see if his teeth connect with her wounded side....)
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divena rolled 1 10-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-10)
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:13 pm
She turned to keep him in her sights as she backed away. As an afterthought, she slid against a trunk as she passed it, spreading a smear of her blood along the bark. Clearly that small spark of intelligence was just that, a spark. Once she was done with this annoying pest, she might give up livers entirely. And that just served to tick her off all over again.
How dare he taint one of her favorite foods? It was an insult to her taste buds and intelligence, yet she knew that the next time she sank her fangs into a nice juicy liver, she’d hear this overgrown rat’s raspy, wheezing voice snarling out liiiiiver. It would be enough for her to shred the offending organ without actually eating it. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t like the taste of livers anymore. They would simply remind her of him and right now she really, really, really didn’t like him.
When he lunged for her, she darted with all the speed inherent in her feline heritage. She slunk to the side, and out of reach of his fangs before snapping her own razor sharp teeth at his own throat, in an attempt to rip it out. She was aiming for his artery, already relishing the idea of a nice flood of warm life’s blood.
(rolling for the attack)
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Bardess Ookami rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-4)
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Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2012 7:21 pm
He gave a choked gurgle of pain as her teeth tore through his throat. He stumbled back, trying to get away before the teeth did too much damage.
(Even he takes some damage, but can fall back, odd, the blow is pretty bloody bad.)
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Posted: Fri Aug 31, 2012 5:44 pm
A warm flood of blood flowed into her mouth and she growled in triumph, knowing that the blow was good. She’d wounded him seriously, she could tell from the way he was stumbling. Victory surged through her and she grinned at him, his own blood dripping from her fangs. He was as good as dead, now. The only question, she decided, was if she wanted it to be nice and slow, or if she wanted to put him out of his simple minded misery quickly.
Fast would be a compliment to a worthy opponent, something she would grace on a foe that she felt could turn the tables on her. It was far too good for this…. Thing. No, better that she let him die slowly. She took a step back, not because he intimidated her, but so that she could get a better view of her work. The pain from her own wounds faded in the background as she watched him.
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