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 Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 1:44 pm
You hear a hoarse panting noise above you. An injured hawk rests on a branch, visibly bleeding. It looks as if it's been abandoned by the hunter who owns it, though it seems alert and could probably be rehabilitated given some time and care. But coaxing it down might take a while…
1. Umbrology 2. Umbrology 3. Umbrology
All three hawks are companion pets, not familiars!
Total points: 3
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 1:52 pm
You happen upon a clearing. At the very center lies a fairy circle of mushrooms, unusually large, and within it several rabbits, which are all staring at you. Their gaze is unsettling. They seem to know something. 
1. Amorpheous 2. Chrystali 3. Umbrology 4. Amorpheous 5. Chrystali
All five rabbits are companion pets, not familiars!
Total points: 3
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 3:29 pm
Wardwood Mule You happen upon a clearing. At the very center lies a fairy circle of mushrooms, unusually large, and within it several rabbits, which are all staring at you. Their gaze is unsettling. They seem to know something.
1. Amorpheous 2. Chrystali 3. Umbrology 4. Amorpheous 5. Chrystali
All five rabbits are companion pets, not familiars! You may choose to either take a rabbit or walk away with two points. Please quote me with your decision! If you choose a rabbit, provide your order of preference (omitting any you aren't interested in). If we don't hear back from you within 24 hours, you will be given two points and the game will move on. Rabbits whose uncert links are crossed out have already been claimed.
Total points: 1 I give up. I can't resist their stares. orz Preferences: 5, 1
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 100-sided dice:
60
Total: 60 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 4:36 pm
Tracking had been a thing that he'd been trained to do. 'Dog' he'd once been, Marcus he'd become. Yet 'a dog would always be a dog'- a saying he'd grown up with thinking true while he'd still been a slave. Now a free man he didn't think himself a dog nor as a slave any longer. He was free- free to do as he willed- to make his own choices. And as he set out to track wild beasts like he once had for a man who had the pride and so called 'right' to call himself the master of Marcus, the Dog now a man tracked beasts for his own devices. By his own desire. Once he'd used the skills to survive while on the run- just to have something to eat and not starve even if his methods might have been crude at best. Now armed with proper clothes and weaponry, tracking supposedly would run smoother- but that was up in the art. Animals and beasts were never to be underestimated, and a creature that left it's tracks so readily? So easy to spot and follow? It was a curious sign. Neither good nor bad, and it was far too soon to tell if Marcus would be going home with what. As always he just hoped it was 'alive'.
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Cynnybun rolled 1 100-sided dice:
79
Total: 79 (1-100)
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:04 pm
The sound of the branch snapping made Daphne stop in her tracks, ears perked up tall. Felix stopped as well, and Euphemia nearly bumped into him. She had let him take the lead, seeing as he was the one with the musket, and though a bit of anxiety flashed through her at the sound, she was curious. Perhaps she could bring something back to show her father? The man had always wanted boys, and though Euphemia was nowhere near being that, nor did the man hold her gender against her, she would still love to please her father.
"Let's go that way. It sounded kind of small; maybe it's a rabbit?" She peeked over Felix's large shoulder at him, scratching Daphne behind the ears. The doe wasn't going to wait for an answer, beginning to tread in the direction of the noise, making Euphemia laugh sheepishly. "Sorry," she said, patting Felix's arm.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 5:56 pm
Zharkov's curiosity drew him further into the woods, and he stepped carefully through the brush to see if he could locate the source of the cry. Any complaints from Kozel would fall upon deaf ears; he wanted to see what had happened. It was probably the work of a weasel or fox, he figured, and hoped they would get a glimpse of the beast before it fled with its hard-won catch. He tried to move silently, but knew that whatever it was was probably already aware of their presence, probably already gone - but that wouldn't stop him from trying.
The scene that appeared before his eyes was starkly different than expected. Zharkov was almost taken aback as he stumbled into the clearing, only to find five sets of beady little eyes peering up at him. "Guh." he mumbled uneasily, glancing back, wishing Kozel would catch up so he could confirm he wasn't seeing things. Five fat rabbits, all conveniently arranged within a ring of mushrooms. Weird forest. Weird country. He stooped down and reached for the nearest one, watching as the others finally scattered, their fluffy tails flashing as they disappeared into the underbrush. Hefting the little beast by its scruff, he turned back with a triumphant smirk.
"Look at this, didn't even try to get away. No wonder we heard a scream." He snorted as he held up his prize for Kozel to see. "It'll make a nice stew, I think..." He frowned as a different sound came to his attention, and he cast another glance around the empty clearing. "Do you hear that?"((WOOO. ; w; I am so excited over this. I'm actually going to claim one for Soldier of Song, and his preference list is (3, 1, 2, 5, 4). Also sorry for the longish post, we're having too much fun with this!))
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:02 pm
A subtle irregularity on the ground catches your eye. You take a closer look: there's a muddy rabbit print embossed on one half of a fallen leaf. It may not be exactly what you're looking for, but it could lead to bigger and better things.
You win one point this turn.
Total points: 1
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Chibi_Kokoro143 generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
3!
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:04 pm
Quote: The footing is poor here, and you trip over a root hidden beneath several years' worth of fallen leaves. You manage to catch yourself against a tree before you fall, but the rough bark leaves painful, stinging abrasions across your palm. This may put you at a slight disadvantage.
You lose one point this turn.
Total points: 0 Alice looked at her stinging palm and hissed. She then ripped off a part of her dress, a gift from her brother), wrapped it around her hand, and continued walking. Tahlly snorted in disapproval on how rash her owner is. Alice turn towards Tahlly, with a look upon her face. "I know what you're thinking. And this is not stopping me now." Alice turned around and keep walking onward.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:08 pm
You hear a hoarse panting noise above you. An injured hawk rests on a branch, visibly bleeding. It looks as if it's been abandoned by the hunter who owns it, though it seems alert and could probably be rehabilitated given some time and care. But coaxing it down might take a while…
1. Umbrology 2. Umbrology 3. Umbrology
All three hawks are companion pets, not familiars! You may choose to either take a hawk or walk away with three points. Please quote me with your decision! If you choose a hawk, provide your order of preference (omitting any you aren't interested in). If we don't hear back from you within 24 hours, you will be given three points and the game will move on. Hawks whose uncert links are crossed out have already been claimed.
Total points: 2
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:11 pm
((Not at all, I really enjoy reading the posts and I'm glad you're having fun! You forgot your roll, though — feel free to make another post to get one in. I'll have the rabbit results back to you once lostandtold makes her pick.))
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Ryuukishin generated a random number between
1 and 100 ...
25!
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:11 pm
The Wardwood may have been frightening from outside, but Frances had almost forgotten how beautiful it could be within. It wasn't long until she stopped checking over her shoulder, and even her original purpose for being there dropped from her mind -- at least until she caught of the prints. If she'd paid attention, she may have noticed their shape and size didn't match the hound's. As it was, she headed towards the direction they pointed without a second thought.
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:12 pm
The trees in this area of the wood are ancient and dense enough to block out most of the light. The floor is carpeted in a rich coating of moss and fallen leaves, all a deep shade of scarlet. Eventually you become aware of a low whispering sound coming from above you. You look up.
There is something pale and strange in the dark webwork of branches, something moving… you receive the impression of long, crooked fingers like broken twigs, bright eyes that seethe with malice; it is whispering at you…
When you come back to yourself no time seems to have passed at all, but the look of the sky and the numbness of your legs suggest that you have been standing in the same spot, motionless, for several minutes. Something distracted you, but you can't remember what it was.
You do not win or lose any points this turn.
Total points: 0
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:13 pm
A broken twig lies in your path. Bending down to retrieve it, you notice that it has a faint spicy scent and the inside of the wood is green and pliable. Something has passed through here recently.
You win two points this turn.
Total points: 3
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:16 pm
Wardwood Mule ((Not at all, I really enjoy reading the posts and I'm glad you're having fun! You forgot your roll, though — feel free to make another post to get one in. I'll have the rabbit results back to you once lostandtold makes her pick.)) (( :U I used my roll for today (and rolled a 78 ), the post I just made was to claim the rabbit I won. I think? I'm sorry if I made it confusing by including RP.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 6:17 pm
(thank you kami for the bunny and for collaborating with me in this post ;u;
oh as a note, like a kami this is just a completely unnecessary rp reply for winning a hawk in my previous roll—i don't think i can roll again till tomorrow, right?)
At any other time, Kozel might have been impressed by Zharkov's answer, and it came as something of a reassurance now to think it was just a rabbit, but what about the beast that had attacked it? What if they became its dinner next? So plagued by such terrifying thoughts, Kozel only stood numbly as Zharkov passed him by, hardly noticing the prod. This was feeling more and more like a mistake, but he was loath to admit such a thing as, sure, now Zharkov wanted to move on ahead and probably lead them to another mistake. Provided they came out of this alive, what would they leave with next? More toy dogs? Was there a tree with cats on it? Oh, Zharkov would just love that, wouldn't he. Fear finally giving way to indignation, Kozel obediently followed after his companion, his turn to mutter to himself now.
Despite his thoughts, however, Kozel hadn't actually expected Zharkov to take another trophy for himself from this forest. He even would have preferred a toy cat to this... this... "What are you doing," Kozel hissed as he stared at the rabbit Zharkov held up, incredulous by how casually the man could handle animals. Wild animals. "Put that back!" If the scream they had heard was from a rabbit being attacked, why would Zharkov think carrying another one of those things around would be a good idea? That was just asking to be attacked, stew or not. He would have babbled as much, but sure enough, as Zharkov had pointed out, another sound interrupted them.
"No," Kozel groaned, burying his face in his hands, "I hear nothing." But for all his wishing, there was no mistaking the sound of something in the trees past the clearing, and, dropping his hands to his sides in defeat, he was forced to admit "...Over here," as he crept on cautiously, ready to bolt at any moment if it really was the monster looking to take the rabbit. Speaking of, throwing a quick look over his shoulder to make sure Zharkov was following, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to bring the rabbit along. Provided his companion could throw it quick enough, it would make a good distraction, also provided The Monster now firmly planted in Kozel's mind was truly more interested in rabbits than men...
To his relief, it wasn't a beast waiting for them in the trees, but a hawk. A hawk? A hawk! Kozel gasped; the relief hardly lasted, replaced with horror as he caught sight of blood on the bird. "Zharkov," his first thought, and quickly becoming an old standby, was to go to the other man for help dealing with creatures. "...It's hurt," Kozel finally managed, pointing out the obvious because he wasn't sure what else to do. He wanted to move on immediately, blood always a bad omen, sure that if they hung around they'd be next.
"Put it back! What a foolish thing to say. That would be wasteful." Zharkov was quick to readjust his hold on the little animal when he realized it wasn't trying to struggle away. Tucking it into the crook of his arm, he followed after Kozel, a concentrated frown creasing his brow as he too tried to locate the source of the newest sound. Where his eyes were focused downwards, Kozel's seemed to take the right course, and Zharkov blinked when the creature was finally pointed out. If it hadn't been for the blood, and a lack of prey, Zharkov would have thought the bird to be the cause of the earlier screaming.
"Poor creature. I wonder what happened to it." He clicked his tongue, noticing the way the bird peered down at them. He knew nothing of kingshawks or the country's customs surrounding them, but he was no stranger to the concept of falconry. Immediately he had the poor rabbit by the scruff again, holding it up so the bird could see it.
The effect was immediate, of course. The hawk was predator and the rabbit was prey and it did what came naturally, shooting out of the tree towards the proffered sacrifice as Kozel gave a cry of alarm, flinching and throwing his hands over his eyes, unable to watch what was sure to be even more of a bloodbath—to hell with the majesty of nature, he was mostly shocked by Zharkov's sudden heartlessness. For the second time, he could only blubber again, "What are you doing?!"
"Looks like it's not too badly hurt!" Zharkov grunted as he swiftly withdrew the rabbit and grabbed for the bird, yelping once or twice as he tussled with it. He was thankful for its injuries in a way, because Zharkov was sure it would have put up a much fiercer fight if it were in better shape. "Take this, Kozel. My hands are too full." he said, shoving their poor bait bunny at his friend as he struggled to quiet the upset hawk. "I think it might be lost, or someone left it here. It is too tame to be wild." He nodded sagely, gripping it by its feet and tucking it under his arms to keep its wings closed once he had both hands free. "We should take care of it. Maybe someone misses it."
Kozel wasn't even given a chance to protest as the rabbit was thrust upon him, not that he could have said anything anyway, struck dumb by Zharkov battling with the bird. He actually... alright. Kozel took the bait bunny, not even able to muster up enough of his usual distaste for any and every animal to give a token fuss about it. It was only when Zharkov had the hawk finally under control that he could give a weak "You call that tame?"
But he would put up no other argument, as much as he would have liked to give up both useless creatures, turned as docile as the rabbit in his arms. Zharkov obviously knew what he was doing. This forest venture was turning more eventful than their last one, and he could only guess at what they might happen upon as the continued.
"...I would like to see you wrestle a bear, next."Wardwood Mule You may choose to either take a hawk or walk away with three points. Please quote me with your decision! If you choose a hawk, provide your order of preference (omitting any you aren't interested in). If we don't hear back from you within 24 hours, you will be given three points and the game will move on. Hawks whose uncert links are crossed out have already been claimed.
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