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Soldier of Song rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 10:04 pm
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Bloodsport noted he was, perhaps, just a bit unsteady on his hooves as he paced out to some hunting grounds not far from the festival. Despite that, he was feeling good. His senses were sharp and the blood running through his veins was fire. He was ready for a fight, moving his heavy hooves through the brush, blinking blearily as he swung his head around. Any second now, he'd find a creature to get the jump on, all right --
Instead, it was Bloodsport who jumped about a foot in the air as he heard the snarl of a lynx sound out not far in front of him. Quickly recovering, and so glad no one had been around to see that, he bellowed out a challenge of his own at the wily creature, charging forward, but the area had fallen silent again. Ha! That's what he thought!
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Soldier of Song rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 4 (1-4)
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2015 10:05 pm
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While a fight with a lynx would have been quite thrilling, in the back of his mind, Bloodsport couldn't deny feeling the effects of the fermented fruit that had flown so freely. He wandered through the grounds with unfocused instinct, the silence of it pulling at him more and more. Before long, he found his way to a quiet clearing, no dense brush around for any animals to lurk in, no other kin tracks, just some dry grass that felt cool and comforting as he sunk down to his knees, and less gracefully, flopped onto his side.
Bloodsport dreamt of the fire, of creatures in it, a fight he couldn't possibly hope to win as every kick and thrust only brunt his flesh, and he dreamt of the lynx fighting his cheetah and not knowing who the victor was because he awoke with a start, unaware of just how much time had passed. Ah... that nap didn't do much to help, Bloodsport's stomach roiling as he picked himself up off the ground.
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Soldier of Song rolled 1 4-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-4)
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