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FrostyPeaches rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 9:23 pm
umm rolling 8D Quote: 8. the swan - Oh, how lovely! Look at...how wide that wingspan i - oh s**t. -1 to your roll. Kiss of Death grew impatient as every kin had a go at the game in the corner. She pushed herself through the crowd and stepped into the battlefield. Animal fights? This she has got to see and experience. Her eyes caught sight of the yellow and white acha who seemed way too happy. "Winner?" Kiss replied to the acha's wink, "We shall see..." She finally noticed little white stones on the ground and a bunch of random wild animals being guarded by a navy coloured Chosen one with eyes too many to count. Ah, a circle to fight in. How interesting. She smiled a little. They did not seem to have caught a bear from the looks of it, so whatever it is that she will be facing, she was certain she can take it on. The doe chuckled to herself and turned to face the acha directly in the eyes. "I am ready to rumble." (( 156 words ))
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FrostyPeaches rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 3
Total: 4 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 9:42 pm
The swan 1 Kiss of Death 2 She was on her guard as she paced around inside the circle of white stones. Any moment now, her opponent will be revealed once the legendary had picked out the animal of her liking to stir up a storm. Sensing that MotherFather will not let her down today, she loosened herself up as she exercised her jaws, snapping it a few times at the air. To make sure that her tail stays out of the way while fighting, she semi wrapped it around her own leg. However, she kept her eyes peeled for any foul play in the making. The crowd was rather noisy and cannot be trusted. Her eyes flicked side to side to focus attention on the Chosen one and back toward to the rowdy crowd of mixed kin and their familiars. The battlefield was not that big. She knew that it was prepared like this on purpose. Less space to dodge and run, but enough chances to deal damage to the opponent. When the legendary moved aside, the animal came out with wild flaps and a honk. The doe immediately knew what it was. Standing there viciously with its wings spread out and sporting a rather long neck, she was up against a swan. She knew quite well how to handle swans. Circling each other and staring each other in the eyes, the swan honked and flapped it wings while Kiss just smirked and licked her lips. When it charged at her she simply jump sideways and whacked the bird with her tail. It was surprised and lunged with its beak. Again she avoided the attack and they circled each other again. When the swan attacked a third time, she kicked its left wing and sent it spinning, making it lose its balance. Quickly, Kiss of Death planted two hooves on the swan and pinned it down. It pecked at her legs with its beak, rather painfully, but she did not budge. She looked at the legendary standing there. "I think I have won this round don't you think?" Giving the blue doe a wink, she stepped off the swan, not wanting to break its wings or long neck, and left the circle of tiny stones. (( 369 words ))
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Samuel Carlin rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 10:30 pm
Marshrush was back again to try his hoof at another tussle. All that remained was to see who he would fight today.
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Samuel Carlin rolled 2 10-sided dice:
6, 9
Total: 15 (2-20)
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 10:33 pm
Quote: 8. the swan - Oh, how lovely! Look at...how wide that wingspan i - oh s**t. -1 to your roll. A swan, eh? That was a big bird and Marshrush knew they could be nasty. He'd been chased away from a few nests in his time. Those beaks of theirs might not look pointy-sharp, but there were tiny little teeth in there that could rip out fur if they got lucky, and their wings were strong. He'd have to be prepared to take a beating if he wanted to prevail. His main advantage was that long neck. Sure, it meant the swan had reach, but it was also vulnerable. If he could get it caught between his horns or, btter yet, beneath a knee... yes, that was the tactic. He just had to make the swan angry enough that it would lunge at him and hiss, stretch it's neck long and then he could easily thump a knee down on top of it. Long enough to pin the beast and have the upper hoof. Luckily for him, he was good at stirring up anger.
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Jun D rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 10:27 am
Shroud loved these festive fairs: the hustle and bustle, the wheeling and dealing, the oohs and the aahs – all that life! That was what was in the crisp winter air, sheer life. He couldn't see a whit of what was going on, of course, but sounds and scents there were a plenty, and he bounded eagerly between the booths with the brightest fragrances, the loudest noise.
And there was a lot of noise coming from this spot.
He could hear it, the beautiful fluttering of great wings.
"What bird is that?" he cheerfully asked, stepping forward – somebody answered.
"A swan!" he cried with delight, "oh, I can scarcely think of anything more delightful!"
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Jun D rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 10:27 am
The advantage of being blind was that he couldn't be intimidated by this creature he...hadn't actually yet realised he was supposed to fight (so it wasn't really an advantage but that's hardly the point). He could not be terrified by the ridiculously massive wingspan – the feathers so strong and shiny they might as well have been made of steel. He could not be petrified by the savage beak, snapping and snarling and viciously stabbing, declaring its intent better than any words could do – although the wild honking was doing a pretty good job of that too, just not to the genteelly smiling Shroud. He could not be practically paralysed by the sheer bulk and menace of the bird, murder flashing in its beady eyes, as it barrelled mercilessly towards him...
The disadvantage was that he didn't see it coming. And, since he was just standing there without a clue, it was pretty much the same outcome as being practically paralysed.
"Wh – OOF!"
The air was knocked out of his lungs all at once as the bird crashed him to the ground. He flailed, wheezing and gasping for breath – but, oh no, the swan was having none of that: "HONK, HONK!!" it screamed, stamping all over his body, "HONK, HONK," it screamed, stomping up and down on his head, grinding his face into the dirt.
THAT WOULD TEACH THE KIN. THAT WOULD TEACH THE BLOODY KIN.
"O-ow" he gasped, barely audible, "ow – ow!"
He kicked a desperate leg – oh no, the swan was having none of that!! A brutal peck elicited a heartfelt scream, except quite softly because he didn't have much in him. Was it broken? The only thing he could feel from it was unending pain and – oh, he could still move it...sort of...a bit...at least it wasn't broken.
"Ow," he wheezed, eking out, faintly, between bouts of getting his muzzle stamped back into the dirt, "t-this is really...o-ow...really h- ow...hurting quite...a...lot...!"
"HOOOOONK!!!!!" the swan screamed.
THE KIN WOULD KNOW HIS PLACE.
It was quite a long few moments before he could finally gasp again, with a considerable amount of panic in his increasingly feeble voice, "I – I say...what's actually going on?!"
Someone was telling him something...he strained – it was actually pretty hard to hear the words, although he wasn't sure whether it was because of the swan stomping his head into mush or the ever more insistent ringing in his ears...what? What was that?
"F...f...fight...?!" he wheezed, "I thought...it was...a...petting zoo..."
K.O. perfect.
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 11:22 am
Thunderstep hoped he would do better at a game of skill next. After all, how hard could it be to fend off one of the little creatures? The gathered circle and sense of excitement drew him into the ring, ready to face off whatever fate decided he should face.
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Shiningamisgirl rolled 2 10-sided dice:
7, 1
Total: 8 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 11:23 am
The Lynx: 7
Thunderstep: 1 +4Thunderstep however had not been expecting to face off a lynx. A swan, or boar, even a foxbun would have been preferable! This particular lynx looked to be in a terrible mood, Thunderstep kicked out at the creature, narrowly avoiding it's swiping claws before darting from the ring. Thunderstep knew when to run..and he liked his hide the way it was. "Maybe I'd best come back tomorrow..and try again." Thunderstep snorted shamefully. Slinking out from the crowd to try a slightly safer game.
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Cynnybun rolled 1 8-sided dice:
1
Total: 1 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 11:27 am
Leap returned to the brawling booth determined, his ego still smarting from yesterday's humiliating loss to a swan. Sure the thing was quick and pretty angry, but it was a bird, for crying out loud! He'd lost to a bird.
Today's opponent would be a boar. Inherently more intimidating with those tusks, but Leap would sooner freeze where he stood than lose again.
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Cynnybun rolled 2 10-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 11:30 am
Boar: 5Before You Look: 1 - 1 = 0Leap faced the boar stiffly, holding his ground against the snorting pig. He flinched when the match started and the boar was let loose, dodging out of the way when it charged straight for him. He spun to face it again so it wouldn't be able to sneak up on him, but his hoof slid through a small patch of loose dirt and he crashed to the ground. It was too late. The boar was making its way back, snorting and puffing and squealing as it charged at him again. He barely had time to get to his feet before the boar's tusks made contact with his flank. Thankfully they were dulled so they didn't puncture his skin, but there would be a big, nasty bruise there for quite some time. Leap hung his head and dashed away as fast as he could. He'd lost again!! Maybe the brawling booth wasn't for him, after all.
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:00 pm
The swan was agitated and honked to let all kin in the area know, but it still returned to its holding pen without so much as a jab in Last Night's direction. Last Night left the swan to settle its feathers and returned to the ring. Looking out at the gathered kin with her six eyes, she let just a touch of her distaste show on her face. She had no qualms about violence, no delusions about cruelty or kindness, but she found the violence here unexamined, thoughtless, and disproportionate to the artificial setting of the ring.
She waited till the crowd quieted for the most part, her antlers reaching tall into the sky and her eyes glowing bright with the MotherFather's touch.
"The ring is built, a thing of artifice by its very nature. Do not delude yourself into thinking that the fights that take place within are any different. This is a test of your nature, your control, your ability to examine yourself in a situation where the rules are kind and formed in your favor." She nodded at the bodies of familiars killed in the ring, a caiman (that would have followed a kin home and guarded them loyally), an eaglehound (that could be silenced with a single touch). "If you learn nothing more out of destruction than you do out of artful domination, then why do you destroy?"
"This may be a fight, but the challenge is to take care, to guard your opponent from your own blows. As for us, we have learned that some of you lack that care though we have asked you to exercise it." Her voice was cool, gentle; she was not here to shame, but she had been brought in to watch the proceedings for a reason. "Do your best to moderate yourself."
She stepped back, out of the circle, with a nod, the sharp tines of her antlers dipping towards the audience (they spoke of old blood, careful violence, mercy).
OOC This is a reminder that the purpose is to subdue the animal--not to do any grievous damage to them. Please do not use excessive force. Your kin simply needs to show superior fighting skill, not take out the animal by hitting them while they're down or vulnerable. Please remember that your kin is bigger than all the animals they are fighting. We are not asking that you RP your kin OOC, but we're just asking you to RP your kin with the constraints that they are in a situation where they are not allowed to be as violent as they wish.
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Pigxels rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:08 pm
On Your Behalf talked Revenge Taken into giving this lil go-around a quick go. She looks around at all the animals and then glances back at Behalf, and nods a little. Fine, she thinks, she can do this.
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Pigxels rolled 2 10-sided dice:
1, 9
Total: 10 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 12:09 pm
Eaglehound - 1 Revenge - 9 + 2 = 11 Ouch. The poor critter didn't stand a chance. Apparently Revenge had already had nasty business with clients and running the tribe, and had some anger to let out today. The lil hound tried his best, and tried to at least peck her foot, but he got absolutely nowhere. Revenge was here, then there, then suddenly everywhere, and before the poor feathered beastie knew it, he was covered in bruises. She herded him back into his little cage, and then sat smiling at her brother. "I can kick harder than you, apparently," she mocked, and then strode off. That was enough for her on the whole endeavor. Behalf could continue along with the game, but she was satisfied as she was just letting her stress out on some poor creature. Behalf gawked at the eaglehound again and winced. It looked so sad now. "S... sorry," he apologized quietly where no one could hear. "I didn't know she'd rough you up THAT much..." He cringed one more time, and then sauntered away for a bit.
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Fea Line rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 5:18 pm
Engulfed in Flames looked at the brawl animals, wondering who she'd challenge.
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Fea Line rolled 2 10-sided dice:
8, 5
Total: 13 (2-20)
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Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2015 5:19 pm
Quote: 6. the lynx - This lady's a predator. But...you might have a bit of a leg up on her. +4 to your roll. 8 Flames: 5 + 4 = 9  Thinking this would be easy, Flames charged in like the hot head she was. And about got her tail handed too her. Except she managed to get the upper hand in the in. Snorting, she stuck her tongue out at the lynx in boastful pride....though she had to pause to catch her breath and her footing.
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