DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
Announcements and calls, each individual settling into their corresponding attacks, stalking their prey. Two heads might’ve been better than one in Jigano and Rance’s case, except for this seemed to be a particular brand of hostile, violent pheasants. Maybe they’d seen enough predators in their short lifespans to have figured out how to protect themselves vigilantly, or were aware of the warning signs. Perhaps there were some stalwart, brave members of their group. Whatever the case, several of the elder birds sounded the alarm as Jigano and Rance approached. While Rance was noticed, they didn’t head straight for him, parting ways and the flock for the opportunity to snag at the fox.
Poor Jigano. Tucked amongst the brush and brushes – a frenzy of feathers and beaks, talons and vitriol, vehemence striking, intending to send him away, get him to back off, to flee the scene, either bloodied, brutalized, or simply vanished.
Deimos watched from the branches at Sunjata’s efforts. The panther maneuvered within instinctual designations, aligned with the shadows, and would’ve likely been quite successful – had the deer he chosen not been of impeccable health. The doe launched in a frenzy of movement and leaps, bounding along the puddles, the brush, the ferns, sending the rest into a scurrying movement.
So Deimos descended, taking this as a cue, plummeting along the other side where the deer had begun to move, shifting into his tiger form, into a range of claws and fur, intending to herd them together (or send them towards Sunjata). Maybe the panther would be trampled in the melee and chaos, or just have another opportunity to snag at something weaker.
Then there was Oliver – suddenly the most successful of the group. His paws and claws raked against the hapless snakes, and surprised, shocked, three fell out of the tree, hissing, bewildered. Their kind, curious natures hadn’t served them well today, and each went in a different direction, attempting to slither their way back to safety – like several holes nestled amongst the tree roots, or clambering, climbing up another portion of timber.
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Welp, those rolls could’ve been better.
Jigano and Rance have missed their attempts at the pheasants – and now the pheasants are fighting back against Jigano!
Sunjata has missed his attempt with the deer, but Deimos has swooped down to attempt to stop the entire herd from fleeing!
Oliver was wildly successful, and managed to knock three snakes down to the ground.
No post order! What will you do next?
Poor Jigano. Tucked amongst the brush and brushes – a frenzy of feathers and beaks, talons and vitriol, vehemence striking, intending to send him away, get him to back off, to flee the scene, either bloodied, brutalized, or simply vanished.
Deimos watched from the branches at Sunjata’s efforts. The panther maneuvered within instinctual designations, aligned with the shadows, and would’ve likely been quite successful – had the deer he chosen not been of impeccable health. The doe launched in a frenzy of movement and leaps, bounding along the puddles, the brush, the ferns, sending the rest into a scurrying movement.
So Deimos descended, taking this as a cue, plummeting along the other side where the deer had begun to move, shifting into his tiger form, into a range of claws and fur, intending to herd them together (or send them towards Sunjata). Maybe the panther would be trampled in the melee and chaos, or just have another opportunity to snag at something weaker.
Then there was Oliver – suddenly the most successful of the group. His paws and claws raked against the hapless snakes, and surprised, shocked, three fell out of the tree, hissing, bewildered. Their kind, curious natures hadn’t served them well today, and each went in a different direction, attempting to slither their way back to safety – like several holes nestled amongst the tree roots, or clambering, climbing up another portion of timber.
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Welp, those rolls could’ve been better.
Sunjata has missed his attempt with the deer, but Deimos has swooped down to attempt to stop the entire herd from fleeing!
No post order! What will you do next?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
