DEIMOS
the resurrected sword
What continued to ensue was, more or less, an absolute mess.
Despite all of these forms being utterly capable of hunting, it seemed the prey were fighting back with great aplomb. Jigano’s attempts to shift into a horse were well met and thought out, surely something with tremendous bulk and force would be able to sideline a few pheasants. Except maybe these pheasants were the upper echelon of fowl, too cunning, too swift, as most of them dodged the flying hooves, the dastardly wake of kicks and stomps. One overly aggressive male even flew straight at Jigano’s head, intending to cause some damage to eyes or flesh.
Rance, however, was the hero in this case. His diving techniques startled the assembled mass of angry, vehement birds, scattering the flock in all directions. Maybe they weren’t expecting a second predator to come barreling for them. His luck prevailed, upon landing, he’d find his talons collecting one smaller female pheasant, incapable of escaping in the rush of feathers, chaos, and confusion.
Sunjata and Deimos’ attempts to herd the deer, much faster, much quicker, much swifter than them, utterly failed as well. Mayhem with hooves ensued, beasts bounding over streams and brush, and one more semblance of frustration settled into the Sword’s tiger form. A low, menacing growl rumbled from his core, and he watched as Sunjata’s claws, striving, struggling to grasp a slower doe, scraped down its side. And still, it carried on.
Which meant their options were low – this deer, slightly injured but maneuvering steadily, or give up, and find something else.
Deimos eyed the fellow beast, before clicking his jaw together, and chasing after the doe, long limbs unfurling, unleashing, all the power and tenacity built into his hide. Not to be outdone. Not to be languishing. Not again.
Oh Oliver. Perhaps you should’ve stayed with your snakes. Despite his previous success, none was to be found thereafter. His search for another resource would prove futile – could it be the bedlam ensuing throughout the rest of the woods? Could he simply be at the wrong place at the wrong time? The woods didn’t answer – silent, prey gone to roost or hide. Maybe others would relish in his assistance?
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Bad, bad roll central again. ._.
Jigano’s shifting, while a grand idea, seemed to have the opposite effect, and he’s being attacked by a large male pheasant!
Rance scattered the rest of the pheasants, and successfully grabbed a smaller one! Congratulations, the first animal of the hunt snagged!
Deimos and Sunjata failed to keep the herd of deer together. Sunjata’s claws barely scratch the side of the doe. Deimos attempts to go chase it down.
Oliver fails to find any other animals.
No post order! What next?
Despite all of these forms being utterly capable of hunting, it seemed the prey were fighting back with great aplomb. Jigano’s attempts to shift into a horse were well met and thought out, surely something with tremendous bulk and force would be able to sideline a few pheasants. Except maybe these pheasants were the upper echelon of fowl, too cunning, too swift, as most of them dodged the flying hooves, the dastardly wake of kicks and stomps. One overly aggressive male even flew straight at Jigano’s head, intending to cause some damage to eyes or flesh.
Rance, however, was the hero in this case. His diving techniques startled the assembled mass of angry, vehement birds, scattering the flock in all directions. Maybe they weren’t expecting a second predator to come barreling for them. His luck prevailed, upon landing, he’d find his talons collecting one smaller female pheasant, incapable of escaping in the rush of feathers, chaos, and confusion.
Sunjata and Deimos’ attempts to herd the deer, much faster, much quicker, much swifter than them, utterly failed as well. Mayhem with hooves ensued, beasts bounding over streams and brush, and one more semblance of frustration settled into the Sword’s tiger form. A low, menacing growl rumbled from his core, and he watched as Sunjata’s claws, striving, struggling to grasp a slower doe, scraped down its side. And still, it carried on.
Which meant their options were low – this deer, slightly injured but maneuvering steadily, or give up, and find something else.
Deimos eyed the fellow beast, before clicking his jaw together, and chasing after the doe, long limbs unfurling, unleashing, all the power and tenacity built into his hide. Not to be outdone. Not to be languishing. Not again.
Oh Oliver. Perhaps you should’ve stayed with your snakes. Despite his previous success, none was to be found thereafter. His search for another resource would prove futile – could it be the bedlam ensuing throughout the rest of the woods? Could he simply be at the wrong place at the wrong time? The woods didn’t answer – silent, prey gone to roost or hide. Maybe others would relish in his assistance?
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Bad, bad roll central again. ._.
Jigano’s shifting, while a grand idea, seemed to have the opposite effect, and he’s being attacked by a large male pheasant!
Rance scattered the rest of the pheasants, and successfully grabbed a smaller one! Congratulations, the first animal of the hunt snagged!
Deimos and Sunjata failed to keep the herd of deer together. Sunjata’s claws barely scratch the side of the doe. Deimos attempts to go chase it down.
Oliver fails to find any other animals.
No post order! What next?
still standing
not because you can
but because you have to
