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Zamanavyi “Red”

Unchosen Dovaa Apprentice
Location:

Taming Records:

Assists:
Leklan: 1
Triefan: 1
Completely Failed Attempts:
Successful Captures:
Successful Tames:
Successful Trains:

Attempting:

Relevant Bonuses:
Base: 80-100

+5 Familiarity
+5 Helper!

70-100

Esme gets an extra +5 for being a Peisio and has attempted to tame a treifan about... uh... 3 times before? so she gets a +15 instead of a +5

Her goal is... better than red's *derp*

Trifen?! Who cared about them? They were fish weren't they?

“Yer just scared!” taunted Red, the released water falling around her, “Of me!” she said. Her furs were waterlogged now, and it was a labor just walking, but it was pretty clear to Red who had won. She had won. Obviously. She smirked, not noticing, just behind her, a bright orange Triefen who was very interested in the tail of her pelt.

As she tried to approach Esmeralda to continue her belligerence, it decided to strike.

She staggered, trying not to fall backwards into the water. “What the?!” she snarled, turning around to see the fish trying to run off with her pelt, “Ye' little...” she leapt at it, only to have the motion make it easier for it to get a good grip on the tail. With a yank, and with her horns facing forwards, it managed to get it off her head.

Satisfied with its prize, the beast began to swim away... taking her pelt with it.

“Oi!” she shouted, struggling after it, “You give that back! That's mine!” Worse, it was the one thing she had left of her brother. No way was she losing it to some... fish! “Give it back!” she shouted, lunging into deeper water.

It was about then that she realized she couldn't swim, not at more than a doggy paddle, and this coastal current was a little more than she could handle... “Give it...” she garbled, struggling to keep her head above water, “Back!”

(254/300)

She did not need to watch her mouth! She'd shout a few more choice words at the woman, if she wasn't trying not to drown! Vaguely, over the sound of her splashing, she heard the woman mention dragons. Wait, she tracked dragons? She? The pretty city grownup tracked dragons? Red would believe it when she saw it, and she wanted to fight the woman even more.

When she caught her breath. Or therabouts.

She gasped like a fish on the beach, grabbing the sand desperately as the force of the beast behind her decreased and finally, stopped as it opened its mouth to accept the fish. She lay there for a moment, moving only to glower at the dovaa. Her stamina restored somewhat, she pulled her pelt back down over her now wet and rumpled hair – what she hadn't cut off, anyway. After a few more moments, she managed to get herself into a seated position. Her glower did not subside.

“Thanks.” she grunted, with obvious reluctance and effort, turning her attention to the Trifen. She glowered at it too. “Stupid, ugly, thing.” she muttered, wringing out her clothing. She was dripping wet now, and she was cold. An Aiskala should not be bothered by cold. This was dumb. She was annoyed at how dumb this was.

“What are you doing?” she muttered, her desire to fight cooled, for a time, by her near-drowning experience, “Why are you feeding it? Its an ugly b*****d. You don't feed ugly bastards who try to steal things.” she explained, as if it should be completely obvious.

(520/600)