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Fluffesu rolled 1 100-sided dice:
38
Total: 38 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 12:12 pm
 ^ Click Above for Full Illustration ^ ~~~ STATISTICS: STAGE: Orakoir BREED: Nekkora CLAN: Ayrala PATH: Feral Battler LVL: N/A EXP: N/A LP: 100 ENG: 100 INT: n/a ATK: n/a DEF: n/a LUK: n/a LUK EXP: n/a Taming Attempts Made: 0 ~~~ Step 1: Capture
Win: 80-100 (-5 for Khehora, +10 for Uruu buff) 75-100
Rolled: 38
Outcome: Failure
Words: 579
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 1:15 pm
The air was warm and the sun was bright, and Carrion had recently learned the joy of flight! There was practically nothing holding him back from exploring on his own now! Except maybe his father's griping. But, it hadn't had an effect on him yet, so why should it now? He glided through the air, the annoying Fae dragon Reckle loyally flying behind him (she still kept out of range, of course). he dodged past cliffs and ridges, using the power he held over wind to coax him higher and higher with minimal effort. This was great! Why hadn't he done this sooner...?
He called out in glee, a joyous sound that echoed along the crags and caverns and reverberated back to him, sending a pleased jolt arcing down his spine. He'd traveled with his dad and Levi before, but never like this...!
Eh?
What was that? Carrion glanced down. Tucked away in this little valley in the heart of the Terra Expanse was a little greenish... pasture? The young Ayrala tipped his head and circled curiously. He'd lived on Eowyn for all his life, as far as he knew, and had never seen such a brave and daring swatch of green! Had never sunk his claws into real grass! He had to check it out. He glided down, with little Reckle close behind him.
Carrion was almost.. hesitant as his claws touched the grass. It was... itchy beneath his rough scales, and he grimaced. He'd always envisioned it like more of a fluffy green cloud. Soft, with good potential for rolling around in! But these green blades were scratchy and uncomfortable. He almost wanted to forget this place and go find some mud to roll in the relieve the sudden, all-consuming itchiness he now felt.
At least, until he saw something bouncing. At first, he thought it was Reckle. She had to be just as curious as he was. But the little Orakoir turned his head to see what she was doing, and instead only spotted an eyeful of yellow fluff. Carrion squeaked and jumped a foot in the air, alarmed by the strange sight for some reason.
What the flip was that? It looked like a walking cotton ball that had been urinated on. It waddled closer, and Carrion leaned back to hiss at it. Even Reckle crept closer to peer at it. It had big, black eyes that the Orakoir found creepy, but it seemed harmless... And it did look soft... Maybe he should try to touch it. Just to see what it did. he slipped forward, keeping his body low to the ground. The creature hopped back once, and Carrion reared up to hiss at it again, sending it another few jumps backward. But... it still hadn't attacked...
The Orakoir scooched forward again, leaning in as close as he dared to give it a sniff. His nose bumped into soft, thick fur, and instantly, he knew...
He wanted it.
He dove forward, shoving his weight against the fluffy creature to keep it from escaping. When it wriggled he sank his teeth into it to keep it still. It was only seconds before its struggling stopped. Good! Now he just needed it to follow him hom- Carrion glanced down. It was missing a few fur patches now, and much of its coat was slathered in sticky red... Ruined! It was completely ruined!
There was only one word to describe how Carrion felt, and that was pouty.
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