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Miss Chief aka Uke rolled 3 100-sided dice:
26, 99, 26
Total: 151 (3-300)
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 Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:23 pm
 Character: Detraeus
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 13 (+3 LUK)
Creature: Arrical x 3
Success Rate: 71 - 100
Win x 3: 70 x 3 = 210/3 = 70
Total: 70exp, Levels to 31 with 2/31 exp left over, +12 stat points to distribute, + 6 moonstones
Word Count Required: 900+
Final Word Count: 2,834
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Tangled Puppet rolled 3 100-sided dice:
80, 10, 95
Total: 185 (3-300)
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:24 pm
 Character: Kilian
Stage: Expert
Luck: 53
Creature: Arrical x 3
Success Rate: 71 - 100
Win x 3: 70 x 3 = 210/3 = 70
Total: 70exp, Gains 1 level (64) with 59/64 exp left, gains 3 luk, gains 6 moonstones
Word Count Required (combined with Casseth): 1,800 (Current: 2,581)
Final Word Count: 2,581
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Tangled Puppet rolled 3 100-sided dice:
55, 39, 60
Total: 154 (3-300)
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:26 pm
 Character: Casseth
Stage: Apprentice
Luck: 1 (+3)
Creature: Arrical x 3
Success Rate: 71 - 100
Win x 3: 10 (70/1) = 700 x 3 = 2,100/3 = 700exp
Total: 700exp, Gains 36 levels (lvl 37) with 34/37 exp left, gains 3 luk, gains 6 moonstones
Word Count Required (combined with Kilian): 1,800 (Current: 2,581)
Final Word Count: 2,581
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 5:49 pm
Grip.
Release.
Grip.
Release.
Grip…
Detraeus grit his teeth, working the tense muscles in his arm and wrist and doing his best to ignore the creeping, dry itch to his throat. He hadn’t come across a water source in too long, his canteens were nearly empty, his resources running out, and his body was letting him know it. Each step felt like a battle against creeping fatigue, straining the limits of his young body. He was fairly certain that by now, there wasn’t a portion of his feet that hadn’t experienced blistering at some point in his trip thus far.
But forward was the only way to go. Forward, or die walking.
He fingered the feathered tip of one of his arrows, drawing his thumb along the grain of it and watching it ripple. He’d been working some every day with his bow. It was far too large for him — nearly as tall as he was and designed for a grown fighter with years of experience, not a child play acting as a hunter — but he considered that a challenge, not a set back, and worked all the more determinedly. At first he’d barely been able to string it, and even then had only been capable of drawing it back a fraction of what it was made for. But when he hadn’t the energy for practicing his aim, he worked simply on drawing it back and slow releasing it without loading it, building up his arm strength and working the muscles he needed to work up to a bigger draw.
The bow also helped to distract him. It gave him something to think about, and something to work on when he felt at his worst: helpless, lost, defenseless. He knew he needed to try hunting again, but given that he still couldn’t hit a tree five times out of ten…
Something rippled further up the mountain. Massive, though he only caught the movement out of the corner of his vision, and pale enough to catch the moonlight as it moved. Detraeus froze in his tracks, breathing slowing to a whisper between his chapped lips. In that moment, in his own silence, he noticed the rest of the wildlife had quieted, too. A dangerous stillness. Like that of an entire landscape holding its breath. The kind of hush that immediately preceded the arrival of a predator nothing wanted to catch the attention of.
Seconds later, an ear-splitting ROAR echoed over the landscape, the sound ricocheting and rebounding off the rocks and shaking the trees to their roots. Detraeus crouched, pulse in his throat. Where to hide. Where to hide? He needed to hide. He couldn’t outrun something that size, and he certainly couldn’t fight it. His gaze darted around, checking for a nook, a cave, an outcropping of rocks with an overhang he could tuck himself under. Anything.
He shouldn’t have dared travel in such an open, flat valley area. But, he mentally emphasized to himself, he was not going to die tonight. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not yet.
Tucking his bow in close and keeping hold of his arrow just in case, he started into a quick jog, aiming for the nearest cluster of rock and trees several hundred paces to his right.
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 8:13 pm
Casseth stirred in his sleep. The seemingly peaceful dream he’d been having slowly transformed into darkness. Fear coursed through his body as he heard a far off roar echoing through his dreams. Screams, those of his family, echoed behind the roar. With a jerk of his muscles, Casseth flew upright, eyes widening as his heart pounded in his chest and he struggled to calm his breathing. The cool, night air of the desert blew over his skin, sending a shiver through his body, goosebumps forming over his dark skin.
Another roar caused him to jerk his head in the direction he thought it had come from. Hard to tell, however, taking into consideration the echoes from the mountain’s. Cas’s brows pinched together as he realized that the roar he’d heard in his dream had been real, not a figment of his imagination. “Dad?” He mumbled as he glanced back around and over to where Kilian had been sleeping. He blinked when he saw his father sitting up, staring off into the distance. “Wha...what was that?” he asked.
Kilian frowned as he palmed the hilt of his dual swords, worry evident on his face. Casseth crawled over to sit close to his dad, the worry causing the boy to become more nervous than the dream had made him. “Dad?” He questioned again after waiting a few minutes for an answer. He tugged at Kilian’s arm, raising up on his knees and nudging him slightly. “Is it gonna get us?”
Kilian looked over his son, expression softening as he looked at his child. “It sounded like an arrical,” he finally responded. “Dangerous. Not to be messed with. Though they don’t usually come down from the mountains unless food is scarce.” Kilian’s gaze shot to the sky, lips thinning as they fell to the moon that was still standing strong in its place in the sky. The last thing the olbivionite wanted was to run into one of those beasts in the full light of the moon. It’d be near impossible to destroy if they did.
Even though the moon was shining bright, Kilian knew that daylight was near. It was best, now that they were both awake, for them to pack up and move camp. Best not to give the beast a chance to catch up to them while they were sleeping. “Grab your gear Cas. We’re going to go ahead and head out.”
Casseth was about to protest, arguing about how he needed more sleep. One look from Kilian and his mouth clamped shut, knowing when not to argue with his father. He grumbled under his breath as he crawled back over to his stuff and grudgingly started to stuff things into his pack.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:37 am
Detraeus was approximately halfway to his goal when the beast burst through the line of trees at the opposite side of the narrow valley — and spotted him. A piece of its last meal dangled from the corner of its mouth, staining a dark line of blood along its otherwise pale fur: a stark enough contrast to be noticeable even from this distance. When its gleaming eyes locked on Detraeus’ fleeing form, it made it clear it did not consider itself satiated yet.
Detraeus broke into a run.
Pounding footsteps approached behind him, the massive beast closing in on him in leaping bounds which carried it impossibly farther in each stride than his short legs could ever hope to. He felt his pulse pound in his throat, slamming against his skin as though it were trying to climb its way out of his body in an abandon-ship gesture before the rest of him was eaten alive. His eyes locked on his goal. A hundred paces, maybe, but now that he’d been spotted, the chances of it providing him any real safety were dwindling by the moment.
‘Turn around.’
The shaft of his arrow dug into the palm of his hand as his grip tightened, impressing its shape against his skin as his breath scratched its way out of his lungs and then clawed back in with each inhale.
‘Turn around. Shoot it. The only way you survive now is if you shoot it.’
Something resembling a broken whine cracked its way from between his lips, and then Detraeus stopped, slamming down his panicked impulses as he turned on a dime and drew out his bow. Bracing the lower limb on the gritty, dry earth at his feet, he fit his arrow against the nocking point, letting the front end of the arrow shaft settle against the arrow rest and breathing out as he strung back.
Seventy-five paces. Sixty. Fourty-five. Thirty.
‘It will kill you if you miss.’
Detraeus shot.
The beast howled, and Detraeus blinked. Confusion, and then something verging on genuine thrill mingled messily in with his fear. He had hit it. He had actually hit it. Far from one to miss a potential life-saving opportunity, though, Detraeus immediately stood again, holstering his bow and taking advantage of the beast’s momentary distraction to break back into a full run for his original goal: the protective tree line and mismatched rock formations at the valley’s opposite edge.
He made it. Vaulting his body over the first sizeable rock, he barely slowed his pace, wove his way between the first smattering of trees and continued on without a glance back. In his distraction, he didn’t notice the campsite he was coming up upon until he nearly tripped into it. When he did, however, he froze.
His brain felt like it was skidding sidelong, running on ice and not gaining any traction. He’d just finished letting an arrow fly at a beast that weighed in at twenty to a hundred times his own weight and now this?
Detraeus’ breath came in heaving pants as his eyes darted from one to the other of them. A man and a boy. The smaller one his age, if that. His fingers shook. They could kill him just as easily as the beast. Did he need to string his bow again? Run in a sidelong direction? Pray?
Before Detraeus could make up his mind how to even grapple with his new odds of survival, two now-familiar beast calls joined in with the original. Three. Whatever the thing was, now there were three of them.
Detraeus shut his eyes, released a slow breath, and drew the dry back of his hand across his cracked lips. When he opened them again, he studied the face of the adult. Maybe if he was lucky, the beasts would eat his two new unasked for companions first and forget about him in the process.
But then, he was never lucky.
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 4:23 pm
Amadia’s head snapped up from where she had been resting, further into the forest than Kilian or Casseth had decided to set up camp for the night. The roar instantly waking her from a light sleep. She reached out to Kilian, calming slightly when she met with a calm but watchful feeling. ’Good,’ she thought as she stood, stretching out her wings. While Kilian was tense, the emotions the khehora felt through their bond meant that nothing was happening right at that second.
Casseth, having finally gathered all his things, straightened up and was about to ask his father where they were headed to when a figure burst into their camp. His guard was instantly up, pulling his wings into himself and letting them disappear into their tattoo on his back before the stranger could even catch a sight of them. Cas had never liked showing his wings in front of strangers or those he did not trust. They were the only real sigh of his orderite blood and he found that he could get away, more easily, if others thought he was only a dovaa and oblivionite hybrid instead of a mixture of all three races. That just seemed to cause more problems than he needed.
Casseth pulled his pack onto his back and moved close to Kilian, tugging at his father’s arm. “Dad,” he muttered as Kilian straightened up, dual swords in hand. The oblivionite’s eyes narrowed at the intruder. A boy, not much older than his own son and an oblivionite. What was one so young doing in a place such as Eowyn? He opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of two more roars sounded off in the distance. Were there more? Were they after this boy?
Kilian reached out to Amadia, calling her to them for the added protection. In no time, the khehora was coming out of her resting place, head low and eyes taking in the scene before her. She nudged her head up under Casseth’s arm, wings extending a bit before she looked from the stranger and then to Kilian. ’Who is he?’ she asked, over their bond, curious about the new comer and still on edge at having heard the two new roars.
Kilian gave a slight shrug in response to Amadia’s unspoken question. The hell if he knew who the boy was. His head snapped from the boy to a rustling in the trees behind him. “Move,” he managed to get out before shooting forward, grabbing the boy by the arm and tugging him away just as two, full grown Arrical shot out of the trees, one chomping down right in the spot the small, oblivionite boy had just been standing. Kilian released the boy, hands instantly finding the hilts of his swords and pulling them out.
“Kilian!” Amadia’s voice rang out as she went to move, stopped only by Casseth’s hand that was gripping one of her wings. She whimpered slightly, low enough to where the boy wouldn’t hear her and moved back towards Kilian’s son. She would protect the child.
“Amadia, what...is it?” Casseth asked, his eyes flicking to his father as Kilian pulled his daggers out.
“Arrical,” she said as she glanced over to the boy they didn’t know. “Like your father said before, they only come down from the mountains if they can’t find food...and they will eat anything.” Her gaze flicked up to the sky, noting the edges of color creeping into it and the disappearing stars. “Fighting them at night is futile. The moonlight heals them. Best to avoid them if possible. If not, holding them off until daylight breaks is pretty much the only option other than running. With them so close, though, getting away would be hard.”
Casseth gulped after Amadia was done talking, gaze flicking from his father to the oblivionite boy. Had he been fighting them or just running? He couldn’t be no older than he was and yet he was out here alone. A low growl caused Casseth’s attention to go back to the arricals and his father, eyes widening as he watched one of the beasts lunge at his father. “Dad!” he yelled out, attempting to take a step forward but was stopped by Amadia stepping in front of him.
“You don’t even have a weapon Casseth.” The boy sagged at Amadia’s words, hopeless, he knew, to help his father out too much.
Kilian swirled out of the way of the leaping beast, hands raising and using his swords as a shield against the giant beast’s claws. He stepped back, flicking one of his arms out and slashing down on the arrical’s leg. He cursed as the beast continued forward, the wound gushing blood for only a minute before the light from the moon healed it.
The other beast took this oppurtunity to turn on the two children. Ignoring Casseth and deciding, who knew why, that the oblivionite looked better it stalked towards the boy. Casseth grit his teeth, fingers flexing into small fists at his helplessness in the face of a serious situation. He couldn’t just sit and watch as the large beast stalked the other boy. Pulling away from Amadia, Casseth found the largest rock he could lift and flung it towards the beast, managing to hit it in the side of the head. “Hey! C’mon! Come after me!” Cas yelled at it as the arrical turned its attention away from the other boy and towards Casseth.
“Cas!” Kilian shouted as he heard his child’s yells and turned to see the other arrical coming towards Casseth. He reached out to Amadia, urging his bonded to take action to get his son out of the way, just as the other arrical lunged at Kilian again.
Amadia snorted at the boy’s action as she grabbed hold of his arm, with her mouth, and pulled him back. “Up.” She grunted as she crouched slightly, allowing him easier access to her back. Casseth didn’t hesitate as he climbed up onto Amadia’s back and held tight as she pushed off from the ground and took off into the sky.
“Wha...what are we doing? We can’t just leave them. Amadia!” Casseth’s words were jumpled together as he leaned foward, arms wrapping around Amadia’s neck and peeking over to the scene below. The arrical that had been after them was growling and biting at the sky, thinking it could still reach the pair. “Please Amadia...can’t you do something?”
Amadia grunted at the pleading in Casseth’s voice. She didn’t like leaving the fight anymore than him but Kilian had been clear. She gritted her teeth as Cas pleaded with her more. Finally, she relented and banked, swooping down towards the arrical that was now stalking the boy again, her claws outstretched and latching onto the arrical’s back and ripping into it’s flesh. The moonlight was giving way to that of the sun’s light, causing the arricals to not be able to heal as completely as before. Amadia shoved off, ripping away fur and flesh as she kept her claws gripped onto the arrical’s back.
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Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 5:56 pm
Detraeus tensed, meaning to flee but feeling as though his legs turned to dead wood the moment the man moved for him. When hands gripped his arm, yanking him aside, his heart gave a freshly panicked leap, slamming itself into his throat at what the man might do to him. Before he could so much as respond — snarl, bite, or reach for his dagger — vicious, chomping teeth emerged from the brush, snapping down on the spot he’d stood only an instant before. He felt his breathing slow, and the time seemed to creep forward in the moments after that, gaze darting from motion to motion as the man fought off the attackers.
Detraeus took several sluggish steps back from the fight, hands shaking until he balled them into fists at his sides. Distantly, he heard the voices of those around him: the khehora female explaining the beasts and the boy she protected. He ought to have ran. Fled now while the things were distracted by his company, but then it was too late again. By moving out from the man, he’d singled himself out and turned himself into a target again, drawing the full attention of the second arrical. When it hunkered down, stalking in on him and likely preparing to charge, Detraeus shook himself.
Flee.
Or draw a weapon.
Flee.
Or draw a weapon.
Flee or—
Seconds before he could force his body to cooperate with him, something came sailing through the air at the arrical, pulling its attention off him again. “Hey! C’mon! Come after me!”
That boy. The boy was taunting it.
Why—?
He had to be a fool. There was no other explanation. Did he think he was showing off? Going to impress someone by drawing the attention of such a beast?
Of course, it didn’t take long for the warrior — the boy’s father, apparently — to take action, snapping at him, and their khehora protector to yank the foolish child back and fly him up, out of harm’s way. Unfortunately, that left Detraeus, again, with the full attention of the beast. As the arrical growled, a low rumbling from deep in its body as it hunkered low, Detraeus prepared to dart sidelong and use his smallness and (hopeful) agility to his advantage. Again, though, just as the beast came rushing at him and he sprung out of the way, something intervened, ‘causing it to wail in pain.
Detraeus blinked as he scrambled back, just barely missing the rake of the creature’s claws, and probably mostly thanks to the khehora now shredding into its back. Why were they endangering themselves when they could have so easily flew higher and out of the way? Why was she risking the life of her bonded’s child for no reason?
Detra shoved his thoughts away. The beast was still healing itself — though more slowly than before — and despite being briefly distracted, its attention would be on him again in seconds, he knew. He considered fleeing, but if he ran now, he: a.) moved himself further away from two capable fighters who — foolish or not — seemed to be willing to tackle the beasts themselves, b.) ran the risk of drawing the full attention of one or more of them and not being able to outrun them at all, ending in almost certain death, and c.) wasted the opportunity to potentially let the aforementioned warrior and khehora kill of the beasts themselves, thus sparing him in the process.
This in mind, he breathed out, scrambled out of the way when another clawed forepaw came slamming into the earth near his leg, and made use of the khehora’s distraction to draw his bow. At close range as this, hitting his targets was certainly easier, if nothing else, and he managed to nock and fire three shots in succession — with varying success, aim wise — all of them at least hitting the beast. Unfortunately, as it scrabbled at its wounds, breaking the arrow shafts and managing to wedge two deeper into its flesh in the process, it became at least as pissed off as anything else, and charged him straight on.
Yelping and darting sidelong, Detra only just managed to miss the full brunt of the creature’s body, but still wound up with himself half-pinned and cried out briefly, then grit his teeth against the pain as a massive claw gouged through part of his side. Fortunately, it felt like a surface wound, shredding cloth but not doing a terrible amount of damage, and Detraeus squirmed under its weight, more worried it would crush his ribs than anything as he reached blindly for his dagger. When he gripped it, he breathed out in a rush, yanking it out from its sheath and burying it in the beast’s foot.
The instant it jerked back, he snatched the weapon free and rolled. Panting and scrambling up the beast’s back when it attempted to collapse its weight on him sideways, Detraeus climbed for his life, and then held on, both fists buried into massive fistfuls of some gleaming and some partially matted, bloodied fur. The beast raged, jerking and twisting, but the khehora was helping to distract it still, and as soon as Detraeus felt he had half the balance he needed, he took advantage of her distraction, drew his knife back out, and sank it into meat of the arrical’s back, as close to its neck as he could manage.
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:13 pm
Kilian grit his teeth as he felt the fierceness of Amadia’s attack, knowing full well the khehora had decided to ignore his command to get his son to safety. He sidestepped the beast's claws as they came crashing down, sending sand flying up into the air. Kilian brought one of his swords down, stabbing the foot and pinning it to the ground. Just as the sun broke into the sky he brought his other sword up and buried it into the beast’s chest, renting a gurgling grown out of it. Kilian pulled both his blades out of the beast and jumped back as blood spurted out of the wounds.
Amadia landed next to the body of the arrical she had helped take down with the boy and glanced over to Kilian, wincing as he gave her a reprimanding look. Casseth paid no attention to his father, sights set on the oblivionite boy that had burst into their camp, bringing with him the beasts. He moved around Amadia, letting his fingers trail over her scales, only stopping when he came across blood. He brought his fingers away from her, frowning down at the digits. “Are you hurt Ama?” he asked as he began to inspect the khehora. She snorted, nudging him away and letting him know she was alright. His attention was back on the boy. He tilted his head as he took a step closer to him. “Are you alright? My name’s Cas. What’s your’s? Where are you from? Where are your..”
“Casseth. Enough.” Kilian’s voice sounded behind Cas and he jumped at the sound. Casseth’s lips shut tight as he glanced up at his dad, knowing that he would be talked to about getting involved in the fight. It didn’t matter, Cas couldn’t have left the boy on his own. It wouldn’t have been right. His gaze went back to the boy, completely expecting him to answer the list of questions Cas had been asking him. Kilian smiled warmly at the boy, extending a canteen that was full to the brim with water. “Here. Drink up.” He glanced towards the second arrical’s body, eyebrow raising.
“He took it down dad.” Casseth spoke up as he saw where his father’s gaze had fallen. “Amadia only helped distract it and wound it...but he stabbed it.” Cas made a swinging motion with his hand, mimicking how the boy had stabbed the beast in the neck. “It was cool.” Kilan blinked as he glanced back to the young oblivionite and his son.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 5:54 pm
In the first few long moments after the beast slumped underneath him, the full weight of it crumpling forward like a meat sack cut loose from a string, Detraeus blinked, mind abuzz and body in shock. He’d killed it. It was dead. He’d—
Well, with help he’d downed it.
Speaking of…
As the immediate rush and confusion of the kill wore off, Detraeus blinked again, frowning as he realized the boy was already talking to him. The barrage of questions came out of nowhere, and Detra got the sense he’d probably already missed half of them by the time he started actually listening. Fortunately, before he could even answer a one of them, the adult intervened, cutting off his son and — smiling…at him?
He’d lead a pair of vicious beasts into their camp and could potentially have gotten them killed. What was wrong with these people? When he brought out a full canteen, however, Detra’s attention instantly zeroed in. He breathed out, which only seemed to somehow emphasize how dry his lips felt, his pulse beat faster in his chest — What if it was a trick? Did they have any reason to poison him? Had the man had time to even try? — and his fingers shook until he clenched them again in the matted fur beneath him. The movement caused his wounded side to spike with pain, however, and Detraeus grimaced, biting his lip hard to stifle any sound he might have made.
Finally, unable to resist, he snatched out, clasping the canteen and drawing it to his lips before drinking greedily. If he was going to die, so be it. Besides, if this pair had wanted him dead, they had plenty more practical means to handle it than by tainting their own precious water.
The drink felt like liquid magic on his tongue. Like drinking in the first cool breeze of nightfall and tasting the wet smell of trees. He swallowed until his stomach couldn’t hold another drop and then flushed darkly, scowling and holding the canteen back out. Only after this did his attention drop back to the beasts they’d slain.
Two of them. Two massive arricals with enough meat to feed half an army.
Detraeus’ stomach rumbled and his shoulders bunched, scowl pinching tighter and fists closing again. He needed the meat. He needed it, and these two could take care of themselves, couldn’t they? Hadn’t he helped? He opened his mouth several times before finally forcing the demand out.
“Meat. I helped. I want one of them.”
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:29 pm
Kilian narrowed his eyes as the oblivionite boy gulped down the water he’d offered him. Just how long had he been on his own and without something to eat or drink? What was one so young doing on his own? So many questions Kilian wanted to ask and yet knew that he would likely not get a response out of the boy. Kilian blinked as the boy spoke again. His gaze shot to the bodies of the beasts they’d just killed. More than enough meat to feed his family lay on the ground. They didn’t need that much and even if it hadn’t of been more than enough, Kilian was more than capable of hunting down more meat for them, along with Erionda.
Kilian nodded his head. “Of course. You helped a lot. You’re welcome to as much as you want and need.” Kilian crossed his arms and eyed the beasts. “It will take some time to skin them but it can be done. You can even have their furs, if you like.” He turned his attention back to the boy, another small smile forming on his lips as he patted Casseth on the shoulder. “And you,” he started. Casseth tensed, ready for the discipline he was sure to come. Kilian’s next words surprised him, however. “Good job.” Cas beamed up at his father, happy that, for now, Kilian was happy with what he had done.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:44 pm
Detraeus stared, surprised. No argument? They were just going to give it to him? The furs would sell for a good pocket of coins, Detra knew from watching Yviss bargaining with her customers. But how to carry it…
Not to mention, he knew nothing of skinning. Or cooking something so massive as these beasts. He talked big enough, but now that the man had agreed so easily, Detra hadn’t the first clue how to deal with the information. Before he could work it out, however, another shuffling sounded from the brush where the previous two had come from, accompanied with the pounding of approaching, massive footfalls, and Detraeus felt his shoulders sink, body curling in on itself.
Not another. Not now. He couldn’t. He hurt, and he was tired—
A third arrical burst through the treeline and into their clearing, dawn’s light glinting off of it’s fur. Blood-stained fur. The same arrical he had shot earlier, completely healed. Detraeus shook, and when it roared, battle cry echoing through the trees and seeming to ring, harsh and coarse in his ears, Detraeus scrambled off of the dead beast he’d mounted, curling up and pressing his back tight to its cool fur, fingers to the still-bleeding wound on his side.
Not now. He couldn’t.
‘Please, please…please, kill it. I don’t want to die.’
“Please…” He scrunched his eyes shut.
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Tangled Puppet Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 7:06 pm
Kilian had been about to move towards the beast, ready to start breaking it down, when another roar echoed through the trees. He spun around just as a third arrical burst out from the trees, fur bloodied and matted. “Another one?” he asked to no one in particular as he extended his wings, quickly blocking the view of the two children behind him. He gave a nod to Amadia and she took off, flying into the air, her magic already coursing over her scales. Casseth shrank back, without Amadia under him, he was less confident, less willing to run off into the battle against a beast as large as the arrical.
Kilian took off, moving his swords into place and readying an attack. At the last moment, he changed his direction, throwing the arrical off of it’s course and causing it to turn it’s back on Ama. At that same time, Ama let her magic flow, sending a bolt of lightning into the beast’s back, causing it to roar in pain and turn its attention to her. Kilian took advantage of the distraction, lunging forward with his blades and sinking them into the creature’s back, making sure he shoved them all the way to the blades’ clawed guard. As he pulled them back out, the beast fell forward.
Amadia landed next to Kilian, head butting his side and extending her wings in excitement. She was happy to finally be able to use her magic well enough to aid in battle. Kilian pouted her snout and made his way back over to the two children, pulling his wings in against his back as he got closer.
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