December 11, 2016, 06:38 AM
(This post was last modified: December 11, 2016, 06:40 AM by RIP Blodreina.)
hunt roll was a fail. :-( a hunter thread for eske!
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Excitement and adrenaline had thrummed through the Goufa's veins when she'd unintentionally cornered a lost, small and sickly fawn. A runt, no doubt and not long for the world Eske couldn't help but think. Wildfire was still healing and though experienced enough to keep herself well fed she was still an aspiring huntress and her inexperience with game bigger than a rabbit, fox, etc showed. She chased it, snapping her teeth at empty air, so close that she could smell it's fear but in the end somehow the sickly fawn managed to escape her. Disheartened and utterly ashamed that a small, sickly little fawn had managed to avoid her, her ears slicked back against her skull as she let out a low noise of frustration. Her annoyance bubbled up and seethed beneath the surface of her skin as her tail lashed behind her.
She'd gotten arrogant because she was stronger and healthier than her prey. Arrogance, she realized, had no place in her world. Confidence was healthy, and it worked well for her on the borders and in time, with proper training, it would work well for her when she hunted. Arrogance, she was coming to learn, was something very different than confidence. She cursed lowly under her breath and took to pacing, wondering if she should try her luck with hunting something else or if she should just slink to the borders. She would not pretend that she hadn't failed because Eske knew that she had to learn from her failings or else she would be doomed to repeat them. Slinking to the borders felt like surrender and that wasn't a word the warrior princess had in her vocabulary.
[/td][/tr][/table]She'd gotten arrogant because she was stronger and healthier than her prey. Arrogance, she realized, had no place in her world. Confidence was healthy, and it worked well for her on the borders and in time, with proper training, it would work well for her when she hunted. Arrogance, she was coming to learn, was something very different than confidence. She cursed lowly under her breath and took to pacing, wondering if she should try her luck with hunting something else or if she should just slink to the borders. She would not pretend that she hadn't failed because Eske knew that she had to learn from her failings or else she would be doomed to repeat them. Slinking to the borders felt like surrender and that wasn't a word the warrior princess had in her vocabulary.
— your hands are wet with the blood
of an empire. you lick it off.
of an empire. you lick it off.
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there's an old man sitting on the throne - by RIP Blodreina - December 11, 2016, 06:38 AM
RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by Freyja - December 11, 2016, 03:46 PM
RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by RIP Blodreina - December 14, 2016, 07:27 PM
RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by Freyja - December 17, 2016, 01:41 PM
RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by RIP Blodreina - December 18, 2016, 06:39 AM
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RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by RIP Blodreina - December 25, 2016, 02:15 PM
RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by Freyja - December 27, 2016, 11:38 AM
RE: there's an old man sitting on the throne - by RIP Blodreina - December 28, 2016, 04:25 PM