Chimera Fields see, i try & look up to the sky,

i'm going to be doing attack rolls & defence rolls using a 1d12 !!

d: 3 - a: 6

distracted, sloppy, recovering from the early winter days of isolation, sleepless nights and an icy, cold grasp that he had hardly managed to escape from. teeth met his fur, and so he pushed himself away, a snarl erupting from his dark lips. tail lashed behind him as he broke free of the womans hold, barreling himself forwards. teeth snapping.

fangs aimed for her upper arm, nothing too vital, as he was not truly bloodthirsty, he merely wished for something to tire him, to draw away this leech that seemed to be absorbing his lifeblood as the snow raged around them. his body, though well-muscled, slim with wintertime, struggled ; but a mercenary did what a mercenary knew to do.

first son of a warrior. second son to the moon.

soon, a husband, a father.