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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
16
Total: 16 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:50 am
Character || Biroki
Stage || Sage
Battling || Spitorog
Battle Stat || 40
Defense || 5
Roll Needed || 20-100
Rolled || 18
Outcome || Lose
Experience earned ||
4*2/3= 3
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:13 am
It was just the start of an ordinary night for Biroki. Mists shrouded his homeland and, as he exited the house - his houseguests snoring away peacefully - he couldn't help but admire the silvered scenery.
Jahuar was beautiful at night. He could almost forget that they were at war, and that so many of his kinsfolk had not come back to Ast. He could almost forget his own troubles, though they still lurked just out of sight, predatory shadows waiting to consume his heart.
Zuri and the girls were still in Zena, and he worried - still - that they would stay there without him. It was a ridiculous thought, of course - why stay in the cold, barren tundra when they could have a nice warm house and fresh fruit every day?
What did that tundra have that Jahuar did not?! What did the tundra have that he didn't?! They'd come back. They had to. He needed them to.
Biroki was so wrapped up in his own thoughts, that he didn't see the brightly colored lump in front of him and slipped, his foot hurting from dull spines. Biroki managed to land on his hands in the mud. He summoned a light and looked around, puzzled.
Whatever he had slipped on had been both hard and soft, spiny and fleshy and...
And then he saw it.
He'd almost forgotten the hectic terrible chaos of the Neued camp, and its fears and stresses, but it all came tumbling back in a bubbling, heaping mess.
The spitorog was back.
He stared at it, and it stared back, frothing without a care in the world.
Its colors were the same, its markings were the same. It was the same one. It had followed him all the way home.
At this realization, Biroki let out a little, frightened cry and ran home, shutting the door behind him.
He leaned against it, breathing heavily. Stars and moon, why did it haunt him?!
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