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milki witch generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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 Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2019 11:24 pm
The Centaurs made their way rather slowly through the forest, trying to find their prey hiding amongst the leaves and fallen logs. After a few minutes, Aritao let out a snarl and rallied her troops, "This wastes time. Forward!" They picked up speed, moving swiftly through the trees, their eyes ever searching for their prey
They knew what was coming up, and Aritao couldn't help but groan in frustration. The bog. It was far from ideal, but too many of the creatures had run this way - they had to pursue. The hunting party skidded to a halt at the edge of the muddy waters, kicking at it warily with their hooves. Aritao's tail twitched as she decided the best course of action...
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 4:12 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 4:16 am
The blackened remains of the bridge creaked and groaned under the weight of the crossing nightmares. Each plank threatened to split with every footfall, and a few times they follow through. The wood gave out with a splintering crunch. Below the bridge, the bog burbled ominously, sharing glimpses of untold, buried secrets preserved beneath its murky waters; a glimmer of silver, a wisp of cloth, an ancient skull. They vanished as quickly as they appeared, shrouded by mud and kelp.
Behind the escaped prisoners a shout went up. As he touched down on an islet in the centre of the bog, Sherbet looked back towards the shore. Pinned between ravenous crocodiles and the centaur hunters, the nightmare did not stand a chance. His mouth tightened, as he watched a centaur sling the captive over its back.
One or two of the hunters still seemed to consider the bridge, but as the last of the nightmares crossed over, a terrible moan filled the air. With one final, shuddering sigh, the bridge began to sink down into the swamp. Within a few seconds it had disappeared from sight. The bog let out a hearty belch.
Watching the centaurs go, Sherbet felt the tension dissipate from his shoulders. Once they had cleared the trees, he turned to regard the remaining prisoners. Six stood with him on the lonely islet, none of which looked to be in any better condition than himself.
“... to us then...” the chimera muttered. He pushed his bangs up out of his face, and turned his eyes on each of the others. While they might have been a ragtag few, they made it through the hunt one way or another, either through their own merit or by sheer luck. Sherbet was not about to turn his nose up at either.
He shook the mud free from his wings. “Well,” he began matter-of-factly. “No one seems to be in any terrible danger—correct me if I'm wrong—so I suggest we get a move on. Provided they don't eat them raw, we still have a bit of time. And with the sun setting, we might have the advantage. I can't be the only one whose tired of...” Sherbet hesitated. “...horsing around (pun-absolutely-intended-and-I'm-not-sorry-for-it).”
He cleared his throat. “What do you say we turn the tables?”
Congratulations! You have survived the hunt!
You are welcome to continuing RPing in this thread, but for the final activity, please proceed to The Siege.
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