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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
76
Total: 76 (1-100)
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 Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 12:22 pm
KekeovonnaiGaili Orakoir Civilian
Location:
Taming Records:Assists:
Vildean x 1
Completely Failed Attempts:
Alkara x 3
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Successful Trains:
Attempting:Alkara Relevant Bonuses:Base: 70-100 Khehhora: -5 Familiarity: +15 -10 to Catch (Catch step: 70-100) (All other Steps: 60-100)
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DraconicFeline rolled 1 100-sided dice:
55
Total: 55 (1-100)
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 1:05 pm
(76= Successful Capture!)
(Rolling for Taming)
Keke stared at the nest for a bit before deciding that he actually didn't need to change his plan at all. Just because he couldn't drag the nest all the way away didn't mean that he hadn't already dragged it enough out of the way for him to be safe from Mama Bird's prying – or, perhaps, preying – eyes. Slowly, carefully, he reached out to grab one of the sleeping nestlings.
Suddenly, with a shriek of wind that shoved him to the boulders behind him, Mama bird arrived – apparently, it was not far enough away from her eyes. She stalked towards him, and Keke realized his plan had doubly backfired: not only had the nest fallen apart, but he had nowhere to run.
As Mama bird hopped over her nest to the tune of her crying confused nestlings, Keke backed up against the boulder, trying to find a way out.
He couldn't.
Suddenly, the almost comically narrow beak on the Alkara looked very sharp and dangerous, and she looked very very big.
It was rare for Keke to be afraid, but now he was. Having nowhere to run, he did as his sister did: He bluffed.
He spread his wings, showing the bright membranes, and hissed at the approaching Alkara. It screamed back, stomping on the ground and buffeting him with wind that was more than just what a wing could produce.
He was probably going to die.
He felt something rumble inside of him, like stones shifting before a landslide.
Well, he was at least going to try not to die. Maybe if he roared, the thing would stop advancing long enough to make a quick getaway – or even grab a chick on his way. He breathed in and managed a roar. It was infantile and, to him, not very fierce, but something else came with it.
A cloud of what looked like shining dust spewed forth from his mouth, hitting the Alkara full on in the face. It shrieked and stomped and tossed, it's eyes closed against it, trying to shake off whatever it was.
Keke wasted no time – he ran, picking up one of the chicks in his mouth as he passed over the nest, and headed, as fast as he could, for his clan's lands.
(383/300)
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 1:23 pm
(55 – Failure)
Keke ran, leaping among the rocks as he had been born to do, clambering over rough terrain and under objects in an attempt to keep space between him and the great bird that would be chasing him down – if it wasn't already just overhead. At the thought, he glanced up, but saw nothing but sky and stone.
He kept going.
The nestling in his mouth struggled and he tried not to instinctively bite down on it – he wanted to tame it, like daddy did, and so he had to keep it alive and unharmed. This was hard to do while in his mouth.
He was nearly at the clan's lands – he could see the large stones that marked it as home. He made a muffled little cry of victory as he ran past them. He was home! He was safe!
Or so he thought.
A shriek from above startled him, and he looked up, wide-eyed, to see that the big Alkara had indeed followed him. She shrieked again, and he dodged out of the way as her talons scraped the empty air where he had been just moments before.
He keened and ran, as fast as his immature legs could carry him, right for the center of the clan. Soon, the adults were roused.
“Keke?!”
“What?!”
Mama bird crashed after him, and they reacted, clawing and biting and summoning rock spires to take it down.
Keke hid with his nestling and watched as they beat at it, and as – finally – it flew away, a sad sort of tilt to its bruised wings.
He realized he could taste blood in his mouth and, concerned, spit out the nestling.
It lay, dead, bleeding from what were definitely bite marks.
He huffed unhappily, but in the end it was what it was.
At least he could share it with Zarri as a snack.
(317/300)
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