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Revel1984 rolled 4 20-sided dice:
5, 15, 9, 18
Total: 47 (4-80)
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 Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 9:35 am
8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9
Talisk hated it the moment they hit sand, he didn't like the horrid stuff that shifted under his claws and made him slow down. He grumbled that the other Whers were getting closer though he was roughly in the middle of the chasing pack.
When he heard human shouts he was a little startled, he hadn't expected there to be people in their way on this Run, he didn't know if they were GoodPeople or BadPeople but it appeared they didn't know which sides the Whers were on either as he was hit in the eyeridge with a rock, making him blink. When the Gold ran over the woman Talisk gave a small keen, Good or Bad, she was a person and Talisk didn't like when people got hurt. He paused for a moment to see if she was still alive but was bombarded with rocks as the humans assumed he was a BadWher and thought he was going to hurt the woman more and he was forced to break away from the crowd of other males. He tried to outflank the others, racing after the Golf again and away from the ScaredPeople-that-were-throwing-rocks.
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Ashtiel Arykosa rolled 3 20-sided dice:
7, 3, 1
Total: 11 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 10:53 am
8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9
Rhaesk snarled to himself at her retort, putting on an extra burst of speed once they hit the sand. The beach was his training ground and running in the shifting sands was something he had mastered when still young. Now it worked in his favor as some of the others stumbled. When he heard the woman scream, his attention wavered, and he felt saddened that the pretty gold was a bad gold.
His distracted mind was his undoing. A barrage of rocks assaulted him; searing pain erupted from his neck, something cracked in his chest as a particularly large rock slammed into his side, and when the final rock clipped him in the side of the head, he tumbled head over tail and lay still, chest heaving even as pain ripped through him with every breath. He lay there, disappointed in himself, hearing the worried voice of his bonded screaming in his head and through the air.
Rhaesk not ready, mine. Next time maybe...
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Mortane rolled 4 20-sided dice:
14, 19, 1, 3
Total: 37 (4-80)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 12:50 pm
Matched: 8, 9, 15, 19
Vorsk had fallen back in the pack a little ways, a fact the large and eternally cheerful wher certainly didn't approve of! Hey! Hey he was the best he should be near the front!
Seeing the two-twoleggers assualt the queen though something in the bronze snapped as he charge forth raking his claws over any human who had dared to touch the gold. I best! No touch pretty! Touch pretty two-leggers you die! Vorsk roared his larger form smashing into the resistance ranks like a juggernaut and just mowed right on through after his target
The other males posing and snarling hardly effected the large wher, what did he care about them? If they were really the best then they'd better prove it rather then boast of it and his chipper mood returned he took up a light cheerful trill. Pretty Queen! Pretty Gold! The bronze complimented his mood unswayed by the fact his hide was now covered in blood and gore. As fast as he'd gone from brutal killing machine he'd returned to his cheerful almost canine like puppy self.
Silly two-leggers. No should hurt Queen. Vorsk added trying to pick up his pace and force his way back through the pack to catch her.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:10 pm
A proddy, Running gold wher was probably one of the most unreasonable creatures in existence - you just did not mess with one unless you had a death wish. This one was no exception. Having learned this lesson the hard way, and with the fallen Rhaesk to focus on, as well as their injured to tend to, the remaining humans wisely chose not to try to follow the Run as it left their camp.
The gold had turned back away from the beach when she'd altered her course to trample the woman, and it was just as well: she was really getting tired. Soon, she would have to choose. Defiant in the face of exhaustion, she screamed back at the males who still dogged her steps.
Two of the bronzes had dealt with the enemies much as she had, ruthlessly. She liked that.
((I will note now that if more than one participant finishes matching her numbers in the same turn, the gold will choose between them which she wants to be caught by.))
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The Nozomi rolled 4 20-sided dice:
8, 15, 2, 20
Total: 45 (4-80)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:13 pm
8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9
He saw nothing but blackness on his right side, but the humans no longer chased with their rocks and whatever else they may have had on their disposal. The sand tired him more than the wher would ever admit to, making the half-blind beast even a bit more awkward than he would have been otherwise.
the 'missing eye' bit didn't help much either.
He ran, ignoring the pain and adreneline giving way to a slow seeping of languidity. Leaving the sands helped. Run. Run. He snarled, more of a morale booster for himself than any real threat, and he closed his right eye - or what was left of it.
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Revel1984 rolled 4 20-sided dice:
2, 11, 12, 19
Total: 44 (4-80)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:16 pm
8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9
He could see she was tiring but so was he, his muscles burned as he was built for short bursts of speed and for strength rather than prolonged running like this. He didn't like the way some of the other males dealt with the humans, perhaps if he, somehow, didn't catch her, he would deal with them to rid some of his frustration... either way he was no closer to the Gold than before, but he was a little more desperate to catch her.
Talia reached out to him, to see what was going on and caught the vague echoes of his feelings about humans being hurt.... "Be careful Talisk, don't get hurt just for a Gold on the other side" she sent to him but could tell he wasn't going to answer her, felt his determination to catch the Gold. "Talisk, come back...please, i don't want you to get hurt" she sent.
"NO!... Talisk catch BadGold" he roared at Talia, his eyes flashing more red than purple but so far he still had a chance, even though others were much closer than he was
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Excited Apathy rolled 3 20-sided dice:
13, 3, 15
Total: 31 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:27 pm
Katosk squalled as rocks pelted him, some of them digging through to draw blood. Even the ones that didn't, well...there would be bruises, later. Focused on the Run as he was, distracted by the stones as he was, it was difficult to remember to leap over the fallen human, to not hurt her, but Kato wouldn't like it if he hurt her. He wasn't supposed to hurt people that were down. It cost him precious time, but he remembered training! A little of it.
Most of it was Run-fuzzed.
[Numbers to match: 8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9]
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Ashtiel Arykosa rolled 3 20-sided dice:
5, 3, 19
Total: 27 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 1:41 pm
Rhaeth knelt beside his wounded wher, glaring at those humans still threatening his bonded. After arguing with them for what seemed like far too long, he convinced them that he was on their side, even though their angry looks belied the words that came out of their mouths.
He managed to get Rhaesk back onto his feet, leaning into his good side to keep him supported. We'll get you some numbweed and some meat. And maybe next time you won't run after proddy golds, eh?
Rhaesk always run after pretty ladies. Can't help it. Rhaesk want to watch. See who wins.
[8, 19]
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mewrose rolled 3 20-sided dice:
6, 15, 18
Total: 39 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:26 pm
Larisk was glad when the chase veered off the sands. Running on sands was slow and tricky, made his feet slip and his leg twist in uncomfortable ways. Which was made more uncomfortable by the aching leg that got hit with the rock. It was very sore, and running so much didn't make it feel any better. He was trying very hard not to limp, but it was hard to ignore the hurt and not limp and keep running fast. It was hard enough that he wasn't gaining any ground, and in fact seemed to be dropping back some.
He bugled again, trying for defiance but with a plaintive note in his voice. He was Larisk! He was strong and fast and clever! But he was not among the closest whers anymore.
[8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9 ]
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Kyrieko rolled 3 20-sided dice:
8, 7, 9
Total: 24 (3-60)
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:32 pm
Something thunked against his head. Finulsk stumbled, shaking his head with a snarl and trying to deem what the source of it had been. He heard the gold one's roar and saw some of the others flinch, like they had been hit. And somewhere within his mind was amusement. From his handler.
Finulsk strong too. He huffed, attempting to increase his speed as best he could. But there were people in the way. And another something-or-another hit his hindquarters. The brown snarled, snapping at a projectile coming his way. Unfortunately, his distraction by the foolish people caused him to miss any chance he may have had to gain on the gold.
[Numbers to match: 8, 15, 19, 6, 10, 9]
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2012 8:31 pm
((Since the browns have had their last rolls, I'll go ahead and get this wrapped!))
Her breaths came heavy now, her strides slowed even further, and her need was nearly overwhelming. It was time to choose, lest she wait too long and the choice was made for her. That could not happen, she would not allow it! She slid to a stop and rounded on the pack. If any tried to touch her, she would snarl and snap at them. It was not them she wanted.
She approached Siask, bleeding and one-eyed as he was, with deliberate steps, and swiped lightly at his nose. A wher love-tap, as it were. You. Want.
He was strong. He was a fighter. He was her choice.
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