(( Backdated to Late July 2022 with GM Permission! ))

Having made an absurd amount of rope, at least to their opinion, they decide to try their luck catching... something big.

Little do they know that it's never going to be enough rope, they'll always be making more, and they might bite off a bit more than they can chew with this mis-adventure.

Tired of fish, and very hungry, the harpy decides to think with their stomach and not their mouth, and goes to shimmy their way down into the massive trench in the middle of the room, and peer over the edge to spot any wandering deer.

Mind you, they have very little idea as to what these deer would look like, having only seen some Tunnel Deer and the Meadow Deer in passing...

Oh caves, what if these deer are as big as the ones in Leo? Wouldn't THAT be a problem!

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When I think

It wasn't long before Renasci would hear a call in the distance--a short, melodic grunt. It was far off in the undergrowth, but a flash of bioluminescent green against the already green foliage a couple hundred yards away would give some clue as to location. And another clue, as well, for the brief spark of brighter color was making a hairpin turn with an agility that was astonishing.

If they were clever, those were the lessons he could learn from that brief sight and sound: there were glowing creatures a good distance ahead, they had seemingly not yet noticed them, and they were exceptionally agile and quick even in the thick growth.

And if Renasci were cunning, they'd find evidence of their passage just before them: a few hoofprints (indicating, if he had tracking experience, three or four beasts the size of a large dog); a tuft of fur and broken twigs showing that these creatures had been shoving through the underbrush and grazing as they went.

Given their swiftness, stealth might be advised.

@Renasci

Having no experience tracking on land without sand, their experience is... limited. But they do know how to sneak, and track fish through water and strike true.

So seeing flashes of color only, and small noises to indicate the spots of the beasts, they already have an inkling that stealth is indeed their best option.

Their goal is to take at least one small beast alive, if as well as to fell another for their imminent food needs. So, with some effort, they carefully climb the side of the trench and stay low against the ferns, wings and tail tucked low and flat against their spine and the ground.

Let's see how close I can get... and if it's in jumping range...
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When I think

The jungle deer were none the wiser to their approach. Flashes of bright green become the sight of moss-colored coats moving close by through the undergrowth.

It's difficult to tell how many there are, even this close--almost in range of a rope or even a flying lunge. Four, maybe five?

They did not seem like fighters, in any case. The agility with which they moved, however, suggested that taking out two before the rest could flee might be a great challenge indeed.

@Renasci

Renasci can feel the urge to leap build in their wings and talons, and they almost - almost give in to it.

No, this is why they made their ropes. Talons will kill, rope might not.

So they move ever so slowly to take one of the weighted ropes, tied at the ends with stone and looped once with a sliding knot, and they watch.

Can't keep count, they blend in so well, but they seem more flighty than fighty. Which is a benefit- if this goes wrong Ren is very aware of the fact they can't take off straight up in the dense jungle.

Slow, even breath and they slide just a bit closer, not liking the distance... just a little bit... closer.....!

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When I think

Heads snapped up, twisting toward Renasci--they had made no sound, so was it... ahh. Scent. Nostrils flared. Had the harpy failed to take the wind direction into account, or were their noses simply this sharp-? One stamped the ground; the two farthest began a halfhearted flight, a few scattered bounds just in case, but they were not yet fully certain of the danger.

It was still salvageable... with enough careful action. But any more mistakes might send the jungle deer into the thick foliage at full speed.

@Renasci

They freeze when the deer look up- no sudden movement, and they are careful to observe the warning signs. So, snort, and stomp... a sort of ready signal. Interesting, but they haven't taken off just yet. The stress had made their feathers lift, and with a mental jolt they realize the wind is behind them.

Pinfeathers! How could I forget...!

Taking slow, and four limbed steps to the side, they wait as long as it takes to slowly edge away from directly up-wind.

Waiting, patient, sure they're an ambush predator but its more Death From Above sort of ambush instead of this. This leaf is tickling their face and they wanna screech.

But for now, they wait and see if their movement spooked this herd, hoping they hadn't botched this too badly.

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When I think

The herd stilled a dozen yards or so farther into the underbrush, and gradually returned to browsing. Their heads sometimes dipped low, brushing for grass along the forest floor, but more often than not they picked at the leaves at chest-height, eyes alert for trouble.

@Renasci

A long, slow, silent exhale- okay.

Okay they're on edge still, but I don't want to wait all day.
With that in mind, Ren moves slowly to bring one arm back, other extended to hold the loop in shape as they ready...

Aim....

Fire-!

With that, they let their bolo-snare fly at the nearest deer.



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When I think

The miss crashed through leaves, startling the nearest Jungle Deer and sending first it--and then the rest, in a cascade of panicked prey--darting away through the undergrowth at remarkable speed. Their green-streaked coats would vanish into the jungle entirely in a second or two, though Renasci could perhaps intercept if they were very quick--or could start the stalking process again, though the deer would remain on high alert for some time.

@Renasci