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12-26-2012, 09:42 PM
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R O M A N I I Want You to Come in Closer
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the Rift
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Candleburn [RE/Hunting]
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12-27-2012, 07:38 AM
(This post was last modified: 12-29-2012, 12:08 PM by Random Event.)
A smooth mist rises from the surface of the lake and carries itself into your soul as you imbibe. When Birdsong ends, the water will be your tonic- the one thing that can aid your ailing mind. Until then, a hole resides where your loved ones once were. A hole soon to be filled by the newborn cub, lost and alone, that cries at the foot of one of the nearby trees. Its calls may bring you to its side, but the little beast is hungry. Its mother has left it alone, and though it yearns for her milk there is none to drink. Some prey will have to suffice.
Congratulations Romani! You have completed your quest and found the newborn (0 months) white tiger cub. In order to properly bond with it, you will have to hunt and kill five animals within two weeks. Include your prey and attack in your post, and RE will respond with the results. Note that due to the eclipse, you will not be able to feel the emotions of the bonded until Birdsong is over.
12-27-2012, 09:04 AM
The snake sees your hooves at the last second and darts away, hissing with anger at your great shadow. As its smooth skin parts the grass and it disappears into the surroundings, it becomes clear it will not become your prey. It will live to see another day, much to your bad luck.
(Food: 0/5)
12-27-2012, 09:39 AM
12-27-2012, 04:46 PM
The mouse has no idea that you are coming. It is too focused on the vegetation and the other sights and sounds of the grove to even notice your shadow as it falls over its tiny, unsuspecting form. There is a shriek and then the small sound of bones crushing into powder beneath the weight of your powerful hooves. It is small, but so is the cub- you have made your first kill.
(Food: 1/5)
12-27-2012, 05:06 PM
12-27-2012, 06:42 PM
Perhaps the old dog should learn some new tricks. The bird is capable of flight, and perhaps after hearing the shriek of the mouse, has grown more alert. As soon as your first hoof hits the ground in a cantering thud it takes wing, disappearing in a flash of black feathers. It caws, far off, thankful for its life.
(Food: 1/5)
 Romani It didn’t work. The bird was well aware of the threat that she posed and in the first chance it got, it flew high into the air with a mad flap of wings. Azure eyes watched as the raven flew higher and higher until disappearing into the surrounding trees, and as much as she wanted to feel frustrated that she had failed to catch yet another meal for her cub, the warrior truly wasn’t surprised. Letting out a small huff of breath, Romani turned her head to continue surveying her surroundings. Romani knew she would have to change tactics to feed the tiger… Charging in and throwing her weight around wouldn’t work all the time.
It was then that an idea came to her; why not try and use what the land around her has offered? There would be creatures living in the woods, yes, but what about those that resided in the liquid depths of the Grove itself? Turning, the mare ventured on towards the water and stopped at the shore, eyes scanning the water to try and spot some form of movement. Perhaps she could catch a fish… Could horses even catch fish? It would be a challenge, but Romani wasn’t defeated yet. With a mouth to feed, she wouldn’t give up. Slowly the Foothills warrior stepped into the somewhat chilly water, stopping only when the surface of the water brushed by and caressed her knees. It was there that she resigned herself to wait, head held low as she stared into the depths of the water, body held completely still as not to spook any oncoming fish. For minutes the mare stood and waited, like a statue embraced by liquid, and when a small school of fish suddenly swam leisurely into her space, Romani bolted into action. Sweeping her thick forelegs in a wide arc, Romani hoped to force one, or more, of the fish to land on the dry shore so she could make her next kill. [OOC: Question – As a warrior, could Romani use her rank ability (War Stomp) to aid in hunting? Or is use of the ability strictly for battles?]
12-28-2012, 12:21 PM
The fish, shocked and confused, is quickly swept up in the deft arc of your legs. But you need not strike down upon it again- in its path of flight, one bump against your solid hooves was enough to end its uneventful life. If its fellows had any sort of intelligence, they would mourn him; you would become a villain to fish kind.
Luckily for you, they have no clue what just happened, and thus continue to swim on their merry way. (Food: 2/5) (You may use the stomp, but it will not increase your chances.)
12-28-2012, 01:59 PM
Romani Romani’s gaze remained locked upon the fish as it flew from the safety of the water towards the shore, anticipating its small form to writhe and flop upon landing, desperately trying to return to its brethren… However, it merely lay still, and the palomino mare noticed immediately that it was dead. Once more a feeling of guilt blossomed in her breast, but this was something that had to be done. Trudging through the push and pull of the water, Romani shook the excess water from her feathery legs once back on dry land before lowering her head, gingerly grasping the fish by the tail with her teeth.
Despite trying not to, the taste invaded her senses, somewhat musky and disgusting… Straightening, she moved back to the cub, who was still waiting to be fed. Laying the fish down by the tiger, she smiled down at the white and black creature. “Here you are… I’ll see what else I can find for you.” Leaving the tiger once more, Romani continued her vigil. It didn’t take long for her to come across her next potential kill. A squirrel was clearly roosting, collecting nuts and seeds. It was crouched down in the grass, tail raised, hopefully oblivious to the approaching mare. Romani’s ears swiveled back, head lowering as she tried to plan just how to go about this. With the fish, the element of surprise had been on her side, but just like her failed attempt with the raven, one wrong move and the squirrel could get away. Azure eyes watched the little brown creature move, and an idea suddenly sprung in her mind. Perhaps she could trick it? Gaze dropping to her feet, Romani picked up a stick in her teeth and tossed it to the side, hoping it would prove to be a distraction. The stick landed in the brush some ways away, causing the grass to sway and a bush’s leaves to tremble due to the harsh disturbance, but Romani paid it no mind. Heaving herself forward, the mare charged, hoping to take the squirrel by surprise.
12-29-2012, 10:24 AM
Your plan works perfectly. Perhaps it is due to the small size of their heads, and the fact that no large brain could logically fit within them, or perhaps you really are that clever. There are no other scientist squirrels on hand to explain the probability of it all, but you can consider yourself lucky no matter what. The squirrel perks up at the sound of the stick's rustling and turns to run- right into your hooves. There is a crack of bone and a smattering of blood, and then the kill is made.
(Food: 3/5)
12-29-2012, 10:47 AM
Romani Disgusting…
There was something about squishing a smaller life form beneath her hoof that Romani just simply couldn’t agree with. Taking lives was something that Romani also couldn’t agree with in general, but she knew that this was something that she had to do. If she didn’t hunt, and ultimately kill, for the young cub, then the said cub would starve and die. It was a vicious cycle, yes, but it had to be done… Shifting slightly and lifting up her hoof, the mare lowered her head and snorted. The blood and gristle was ghastly and unpleasant to look at, and smell, but just like all the other times she had made a kill prior, Romani lowered her head and grasped the small creature in her teeth, before turning and heading once more back to the tiger. Ignoring the copper flavor of blood that coated her tongue, Romani set the unfortunate squirrel down before the cub, who was just finishing up devouring the fish that she had previously brought. Tiny bones scattered around the cub’s feet, and despite the moral issues of what she had just done, the red mare chuckled, affection blossoming in her chest. “Eat your fill, sweet thing. I don’t want you going hungry.” The cub looked up at her with quizzical eyes before letting out another chirping cry, then turned her attention to the squirrel. Romani lingered a moment or two longer before leaving the tiger once more, searching for something else to kill. Not to far away a different kind of chirping caught her attention, and the Haflinger paused mid-step, listening for the sound to come again. It sounded like birds, but… Where were they? Turning her head to and fro, Romani searched for the sounds origins, and then looked up in the branches of a nearby tree. There, a small nest was nearly hidden in the lush branches of a fir tree, and Romani hesitated. Three tiny little hatchlings were in the nest, chirping for their mother, who was nowhere around. They were just babes themselves… Gritting her teeth to bear through what she was about to do, she stepped forwards towards the tree and paused, azure eyes sizing up the tree. It was of decent size, that was sure, but hopefully it couldn’t withstand her mere bulk and size. Ever so slowly Romani collected her weight and pushed herself up onto her back haunches, front hooves stretching out to scrape at the bark of the tree. Then, on a sharp inhale, she pulled her hooves back to drive her full weight into trunk of the tree, hoping to rattle it enough that the nest would come tumbling down. While she didn’t even know if tigers even ate birds, hopefully her cub would if she were hungry enough.
12-29-2012, 12:10 PM
Wicked an act as it is, it succeeds. The nest is shaken swiftly from its place and topples over, falling quickly to the ground and taking the hatchlings with eat. Each of them are small, hardly more than a bite for the ravenous tiger cub, but they will do. Still, their dying shriek is haunting. Taking new life to feed another is a morally ambiguous subject- you are only lucky that the mother is not around.
(Food: 4/5)
12-29-2012, 12:33 PM
Romani Another victory. Romani let out a cackle of joy, then abruptly cut herself off when she realized just what she had done. “Oh, Gods…” Stepping over to where the nest had fallen, the red mare lowered her head and sniffed the unfortunate chicks, letting out a soft exhale. Her blue eyes were full of guilt and sadness, and she spoke softly. “I’m sorry, little ones, that it had to be this way…” Clearing her mind so that she wouldn’t dwell on the loss of lives, Romani spent the next few minutes transporting the three little carcasses over to where her cub was waiting, going back and forth until she had returned with the last one.
Satisfied, she watched her little cub continue eating, somewhat surprised by how hungry something so small could be. Her cub didn’t even look at her, so focused as she was with eating, but that was alright… Something compelled the mare to continue hunting, and so that was what she planned to do. Turning away from the white and black striped bundle of fur, Romani began her search once more. What could she try and kill, now? Pacing herself at a calm trot, Romani ventures onward, eyes darting to and fro as she rounds bushes and trees, searching for some kind of animal to be her next kill. Something as quick as a rabbit would be hard for her to kill, so even if the Haflinger saw one, she wouldn’t attempt to go after it. Minutes into her search, azure eyes spot her next potential victim; a least weasel has just finished a hunt of its own, finishing its meal of a small snake, and sat innocently in the grass. Knowing that its den was probably not too far away, Romani knew she’d have to make this attack count. Hunkering down in the grass as low as she could manage, the warrior waited for the right moment before springing forward, front hooves outstretched to possibly crush the small animal.
12-29-2012, 01:52 PM
The weasel has no idea that you are coming, and just as it licks its lips, pleased with the taste of its own kill, your hooves make purchase. It hisses at the attack and turns to retaliate, but it is weak and you are sturdy. The arc of your hooves completes itself and the weasel is crushed beneath them.
(Food: 5/5) Congratulations! You have now hunted enough food to provide for the cub, and it has bonded to be Romani's companion. The cub is now yours to play. Note that until Birdsong is over, the cub will not be able to connect with Romani's emotions and vice versa. Please post in Spring Cleaning with information about the companion to have it added to the records.
12-29-2012, 01:57 PM
[OOC: Whoosh! *wipes brow* Thank you! :D I'll do that right now!]
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