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 Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 5:43 pm
** Skal Exclusive**
Skal, be a good dog and go fetch a request sent to Nebula by an unknown sender. The letter states that there is a stone Shiba Inu somewhere in the outskirts of Fiore, surrounded by a village of talking dogs (go figure). Go and get the 10ft stone Inu, and bring it back to the Broken Crown Head Quarters in order for it to be shipped to the sender. DON'T BE A BAD DOG.
Award: 1,000,000,000,000 J
Open to: Skal of Broken Crown
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Posted: Sat Jun 03, 2017 9:43 pm
 ☗▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬☗ ☗Hunts were such a spectacular thing, the very thrill of stalking a creature and then devour it entirely. While some would not believe it, even by looking at him, the Werewolf that enjoyed such actions grinned every time he was on a successful hunt, albeit he might be grinning on the inside given his naturally stoic face. This particular hunt however wasn't exactly satisfying for the Werewolf as he wasn't even hunting for anything living, just an object. Such hunts threw Skaldevo into a state of boredom as there was nothing to taste, there was no blood to spill, nothing to sink his teeth into, he was just playing fetch. Skaldevo had hoped that he would at least be able to do something, something to prove his power to his fellow Halflings. While it was obvious they knew, he only wished to continue to prove to them that he was still a being capable of horrid destruction, but at the same time he hoped they would still look at him as living being with a consciousness. To become useless to them or to be seen as nothing but a tool would be painful for the Lycanthrope, it was something he may go berserk over. While the idea of killing his comrades and new master was painful, he would eventually get over it, after all someone who would ever dare treat Skaldevo as a tool would not have his sympathies, just his sharp fangs and claws.
As he zipped through the outskirts of Fiore in his human form, not wishing to draw any attention to himself for the time being, his incredible sense of smell had finally picked something up and it belonged to fellow canines. Hopefully he would be able to have a fight with these mutt villagers and if he did then hopefully they could put up a good fight. As he reached a half mile away from the village, he had hid himself within a tree, hopefully well enough that they would not notice him. While Skaldevo would rather be hunting a living target with blood and meat, he was curious as to why someone wanted a statue of a dog, a large one at that. With the exception of bones, Skaldevo was not one for Earthly Possessions, the only thing he truly cared for in this world was eating, killing, and earning praise, oh and love, love was important. If he was not mistaken, the reward for this was rather high as well, even he knew that such a huge amount of money was impressive. He'll likely give it to Nebula if she didn't already decide to take it for herself, she was a greedy one after all.
[OOC: Not sure if you want me to do this all in one post XD If so I can edit this post o vo]
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