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(Zami's Roll)

Zamanavyi never stopped trying to prove herself. Every time she could manage to get out from under the grown-up's watchful gaze, she would try to hunt down something big and bad and/or tasty to bring home. Today, she was out hunting, and she would show them! She would show them that she was strong!

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(Rolling both of their rolls for one more)

Zamanavyi knew the area well, as any child raised in the harsh stone lands should. She knew of most all of the good hunting sites around the area, thanks to her brother and his hunts, and soon found her way to an Argaroo nest site she knew of. She intended to grab a few eggs and go – because eggs were tasty – but as she peered out at the site and noted, with equal parts chagrin and excitement, that there were a bunch of the brightly colored adults around, guarding their eggs. A bunch, meaning an awful lot.

That meant that getting the eggs would be a pain, of course, and she was pretty sure that if she got into a scuffle the damn things would break and the tasty insides would be nothing more than a useless mess running down her clothes or – worse – mucking up her notbjaovin pelt.

But hey, that was why she was here, wasn't it? To kick a** and bring home meat? She cracked her knuckles, getting ready to run right into a big fight with the whole argaroo flock on her own (as was in her nature) when a commotion at the other end of the crag that housed the nesting colony caught her – easily distracted - attention.

Naita had, with her keen nose, tracked the tasty smell all the way to the nesting site, and as she looked at all the big, fat, brightly colored meaty birds and their eggs, her mouth had begun to water. She was so hungry that, when her stomach reminded her of its emptiness, She pounced at one of the big ones, wings outstretched.

She mis-aimed and fell short, landing unhappily on the hard stone and turning to face her foe.

She was soon facing the flock. The whole colony came at her, honking and clucking away in their loud, raucous, indignant voices, joined by the confused and immature cheeping squeals of their young. It would have been a comical musical event if they weren't about as big as she was, with sharp beaks.

With a surprised roar, Naita clawed at them, but there were too many for her to fight alone.

s**t. thought the khehora, hissing, her breath hot and smoking, I might'a gotten myself a bit too deep in it for me liking...

Zami, known to all that didn't dare to call her by her given name as Red, was known for starting fights. She also joined fights that were none of her business, and generally leapt at any oppurtunity to hit something or someone. The tribe encouraged fighting. The tribe also encouraged common sense. It was clear that Red was a selective listener.

So of course, when it became clear that there was a badass animal brawl going on, Red could not help herself.

With a whooping cry, she took out her bow and began firing her arrows into the cluster of birds. She hit feather and air most of the time, but she hit her mark a few times, or something fleshy next to her mark, and it was enough to turn some of the group's squawking, beady-eyed attention to her. “Yeah!” she shouted, putting her bow away (she was down to about four arrows) and taking out her axes, “Bring it on!” she shouted, charging in.

Naita, suddenly finding herself not quite as surrounded, shoved some of her attackers away with her tail. Grateful for the interruption, she got herself a good look at the Dovaa that had joined the fight. “Th' hell?!” she said, incredulous, “Yer just a whelp!” had she just been rescued by a hatchling?! How embarrassing.

Red snarled an incoherent reply, dodging pecks and slashing at the birds with her usual reckless abandon. Gods, there were a lot of birds, and she didn't think she'd dropped any of them yet.

Maybe it ain't that embarrassin' after all thought Naita, as the girl struggled against the hoarde of animals. Well, it looked like it was her turn to repay the favor, such as it was. “Hang on!” she said, slashing an open space for herself among the flock and gathering her magic to her belly.

Red rammed her adorned head and her horns – which were really not made for ramming – into the bulging breast of one of the birds. Her horns tingled unpleasantly and did nothing but make the argaroo make a disconcerting Blurp. Red managed to dodge out of the way to avoid a wet plop of half-digested food from the argaroo's beak.

A few seconds later, as if connected by fate or causality, a blast of fire flash heated the air around Red's head to an almost choking dryness as it scattered the argaroo around her.

In the confusion, Naita grabbed a confused young argaroo chick in her mouth, bit down, and ran. “Ruhn!” she managed through a full mouth as the argaroo, slightly scorched, regrouped.

They ran.

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