Luneshale Pass acechar

PACK ACTIVITY!

A young female puma prowls Verapaz! Soto calls to all those able to drive her out. 
How it works: each post by a player acts as a move against the puma - you may freely PP Soto (and others if they give permission) for cohesion. You must also PP the puma. The objective is to drive her out. Roll here.

Serious injuries are not mandatory (or even expected)! If the puma rolls three run rolls in a row she has escaped in the third roll's turn. If the puma attacks in your roll, you may roll a 1d15 for her death. If you roll a 15, she may die in that post.

No post order, and rounds may be used depending on activity. This is just meant to be fun <3

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she sees him first, silhouette low to the ground as the greying dawn spills over in muted light. one large and cumbersome paw raised. wide moonlit eyes tracking his movement.

soto freezes as the early wind changes and her scent hits him. he's lucky she's young; he sees it right away in her outline, in the darkening of her widening pupils.

back at home cats are not to be fucked with. but he's not home, and verapaz has young to consider.

without thinking he gathers every ounce of air into his lungs and throws back his head in a howl that bellows down the canyon; peligrosa -- puma, come, come and fight for verapaz!

she appears to weigh her options, gaze long and cold as it rakes up and down the wolf before her. he's older, and missing an eye besides. were he alone, she might stand her ground and meet the challenge in his bristling body -- but he has an advantage she does not. a pack.

she has no one. no fellow member to hunt or care for her if she gets hurt. knowing this, the choice is clear. delivering an impatient flick of her long tail, the puma gathers her muscular limbs behind her and springs off of the old cache, breaking into a careful trot with the black wolf trailing cautiously behind her.

I rolled a 1 uh not sure what else to do but here we go tell me if I need to add

Safiya head the call and heeded it swiftly and fearlessly as she always does. Singular eye honing on the cat beast. The stench of feline overwhelmed her for a moment and she had to shake her head.

She rushed forward watching Soto. He wasn't attacking yet. But she watched and darted forward to snap at heels. Safiya would die for these wolves now too she supposed if she must. 

A growl and a snarl. She would aim for shoulders, face. Anything she could reach.

Mid patrol Kemal hears the call for help. He is quick to get moving and join the group at the mention of a puma; Verapaz has young pups leaving the den for the first time, discouraging the big cats from entering the territory in in their best interest.

He arrives just in time to catch the puma's snarl shot towards the pair already following after it. He meets it with one of his own as he joins Safiya and Soto, tracing the form of the cat as it retreats a small amount.

Surely it won't be so confident as their numbers increase. He wonders where Leandros has run off to; he can only hope that he too will show his face.

fiamma could empathize with the puma. she felt much the same as of late—stalking, circling, hungry. her courtship of soto had proven unsuccessful, her other flirtations had led nowhere, and her womb lay empty this spring season. 

she needed something to distinguish her further, even more than the status she'd been granted as captain and guardian of the green. perhaps, she thought, as soto sent out a call for aid, this could be her opportunity.

when she came onto the scene, near the cat's hindquarters, the creature whirled and pounced.

claws raked her flesh, scoring deep into her forelegs and shoulders. the powerful jaws just missed her neck, and snapped inches from her ear; she felt and smelled the hot, putrid breath that came from the beast. fiamma writhed and twisted, trying to free herself.

her blood hit the desert in gentle, silent droplets—drip, drip—

she found leverage in seizing one front paw between her jaws, clamping down hard enough for the cat to yowl and skitter backwards, shaking the affected limb, sending a crimson spatter across her face;

the woman's eyes burned cold flame, set intently on driving this menace from their home.

verapaz wolves thrum to his side. 

first is safiya, a burning streak of umber as she glances to soto and charges. brave. reckless. 

kemal comes second, figure tall and imposing as he trots after them both. 

and fiamma! verapaz’s captain shows just why she’s befit for such rank. in an impressive show of teeth she pounces upon the sleek jungle cat, blood and fur flying. 

it’s dangerous, this game they play with agile predator. soto’s eye rounds in surprise as fiamma is briefly caught; snarling, fighting, she untangles just as soto lunges for the cat’s hip. verapaz is strong, but his soldiers must not be grievously injured so close to growing season. he throws himself entire into the fray of blood and fur. 

with four upon her, her odds of success dwindle. blood welts in thick mats across her rippling hide as she turns, gathering stout limbs under her to leap clear over the one-eyed bitch of a man, breaking into a long-striding run.

Rolled 2. Let me know if edits are needed.

The puma had caught Safiya with tooth and claw. Scoured down her ruined face and shoulder. Shallow, but stung. She had managed to back away. But what was more scars truly.

Too many converged upon it. Once upon a time the captain who charged. Perhaps Safiya would have found her awe inspiring. Respectable. Someone to look up too. But times change and so did Safiya. She no longer looked up to anyone, she would forge her own path. Recklessly. Fearlessly. Bravely.

The creature ran. Safiya would give chase for as long as was needed or until she was called to return. Aiming teeth to hindquarters sides. Truthfully she'd love to have that creatures pelt or death one if the two. But it seemed the gods were laughing again.

It seemed a cycle; bite, run, run again, bite. Kemal was following with a harsh eye, snapping at the heels of the feline when the option was open.

But as imposing as his size was, it also made him a large, if not huge, target. With a sudden determination the puma whipped around, pouncing onto his flank and taking him down with the force of it's weight.

A momentary cry as teeth and claws dug into his fur, his dark head whipped around to snap back at ears and claws.