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Feminine
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72 Cycles
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Akhal-Teke
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Pluto
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MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
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It's afraid.
Seraphim could not put an emotion to that word. Fear was a primal instinct, crucial for survival. For an herbivore like herself, her body, sometimes, it was all that stood between life and death. For this deer, however, its fear had failed it. She felt nothing but pity for the poor creature, for its life was about to end-- but it had too. Vargas was hungry, but, was he worthy to take such a life?
To be afraid. That was not her purpose.
Seraphim stepped closer, watching the monster and his prey. She said nothing, just observed with curiosity in her eyes.
@Vargas
Ooc: oof, sorry I couldnt match it
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1,449 POSTS
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ʡ 225
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Genderless (Male)
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118870 Cycles
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Valkhound
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Dark
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Jul 06 2019, 09:35 AM
(This post was last modified: Jul 06 2019, 09:36 AM by Vargas.)
MAGICKA LEVEL 88%
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Vargas glanced from the filly to the deer, and then--when she was close enough to properly see--he again closed one hand around the deer's throat. Six fingers--three to a side--pressed in on either side of the windpipe, and down on the throat itself. He pressed, and held.
"In these creatures, blood is carried from body to head through the neck. Should you press down on that," and he gave his arm a brief, jarring jerk to indicate it, "they quickly lose consciousness."
Vargas waited. This one seemed more determined than most, or more frantic; it did not pass out as quickly as he'd have liked, or as fast as he'd expected. It even twisted its slender neck from his grip more than once, and he struggled to keep it still.
"If it stops moving!" he added, irritably. "It will grow tired soon enough."
@Seraphim
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ROLL 3 |
Vargas attempts Physical Combat ( Knock the deer out ) Failure! |
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1,449 POSTS
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ʡ 225
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Genderless (Male)
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118870 Cycles
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Valkhound
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Nov 11 2019, 06:32 PM
(This post was last modified: Nov 11 2019, 06:34 PM by Vargas.)
MAGICKA LEVEL 88%
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The Overseer grunted, and brought his massive limb down, straight for the back of the cave deer's head. The horse had not answered; and it mattered little. He needed nothing of the foal's permission to feed.
This time his limb came down sharply, and the quiet crack seemed to echo in the enclosed space of leaves. Vargas grunted.
"Swift, you see. This is how to hunt." Never mind the fact that he had failed, repeatedly, in killing it actually quickly. He picked it up, and carried it away--he'd kill it in his own time, away from the little one's prying eyes. Not that he cared for its presence--he simply had other places, now, to be.
exit Vargas due to inactivity
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ROLL 19 |
Vargas attempts Physical Combat ( KO it ) Successful! |
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