Rolling 1d3: 2 |
August Y12
Summer
The summer season has finally reached its peak. The sunshine is plentiful, the days are long and the air is hot and humid - but the evenings do not seem to provide the same relief that they once had, and remain somewhat stuffy. Thunderstorms have also began appearing more frequently, particularly in the rainforest and eastern region, though the rain is welcomed after a relatively dry season thus far.
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Pridelands
Amaryllis' discovered prides
These Are A Few of my Favorite Things (Random Holiday Event, Week 4)
01-06-2024, 06:40 PM
01-06-2024, 06:50 PM
Rolling 1d3: 1 |
01-07-2024, 12:41 AM
Not to be deterred, he would leave the empty log behind soon enough, seeking out another while options still remained. A glance was cast here and there to the others, to see what sorts of things they were finding, but much of it seemed to be small trinkets or treats and nothing of significant substance. Perhaps that was the point, though, he supposed as claws wrapped around another log. Sébastien would not employ his teeth for such a task, but was rather content to pry at the wood with claws and roll the thing around until something fell out. Or it became clear there was nothing within.
Rolling 1d3: 2
Je repars à zéro
Non, je ne regrette rien
code by corvus
generally rated m for vampiric tendencies
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01-07-2024, 08:03 PM
Success, in a sense. A collection of small bones clattered free and Sébastien raised a singular eyebrow. Perhaps that was a prize to a certain type of individual? A cub, maybe. Marginally better than nothing, he supposed. Hm. The emptied log would be rolled to the side and he'd seek out another, still curious enough to test his luck again. Maybe the next would have something a bit more interesting inside? Soon enough, a fresh one was found and, once again the process of trying to open it began. Or rolling it around until something fell out. Or both.
Rolling 1d3: 3
Je repars à zéro
Non, je ne regrette rien
code by corvus
generally rated m for vampiric tendencies
Please @ my OOC account or tag me in Discord or I may never see your alert. I do not regularly check all my accounts for alerts.
01-08-2024, 06:23 AM
The dark desert witch had visited the boneyard once before. However, it ended up being a rather short visit. A simple small hunt with some strangers, and that was about it. Something had brought her back today though, a strange energy that called to her mind, heart, and soul. So she would answer the call, slinking forward and noticing the different scents of other prides and strangers. It seemed a little quiet though, and she wondered why. She glanced around, noticing that there were a few oddly placed logs among the bones and decay. Her tail twitched curiously and she would approach one hidden within a ribcage, cracking it open to see if anything valuable was hidden inside the log.
ART — CODE — BG
Rolling 1d3: 1
01-08-2024, 06:27 AM
The bark would break away underneath the weight of her large and pale paw. She would sift through the wood and bark, lowering her skull to truly inspect what she had discovered. Within was a crudely made bag of sorts, made from what seemed to be the pelt of a hare. The outside consisted of soft plush mottled brown fur, and the inside was made of tanned skin. She couldn't help but feel rather pleased with herself, and she would grab the small satchel with her jaws. It was hers now, and she would make sure to make good use of it.
Now it was time to find another treasure. Something about this brought joy to her, and she felt like a cub again. Her sapphire gaze scanned her surroundings, finding another log within a dark shadowy corner of the boneyard.|
ART — CODE — BG
Now it was time to find another treasure. Something about this brought joy to her, and she felt like a cub again. Her sapphire gaze scanned her surroundings, finding another log within a dark shadowy corner of the boneyard.|
Rolling 1d3: 3
01-08-2024, 06:29 AM
The chartreux lioness pressed her paw against the log, similarly as she did to the first one. The bark and wood broke again, and she would sift through the broken pieces as she did prior. Unfortunately, this time there was nothing special inside this log. There was no treasure or prize, and her tail twitched slightly with curiosity. It seemed that this was some sort of game, and not all of the logs were hiding treasures inside. No matter, she would continue looking. With her first prize in her maw still, she would move again and find a log on top of a pile of old bones.
ART — CODE — BG
Rolling 1d3: 3
01-08-2024, 06:35 AM
As before the woman would break the log underneath the weight of her large paw. Wood and bone would break away, and curiously she would sift through all the broken pieces. Nothing once again except pieces of bone shards and wood. She would move away from the pile of bones, understanding that there was no need to dwell on the logs that didn't hold treasures within. Instead, she would continue to search once again. She moved through the boneyard and found another log at the base of a dead tree. Upon the very top of the tree sat a vulture, the bird paying no mind to her.
ART — CODE — BG
Rolling 1d3: 3
01-08-2024, 06:46 AM
As the lioness broke the log underneath the tree, the vulture would spook and fly away. The bark and wood would break away underneath the pressure she applied, and Azula sifted through all the pieces that had fallen apart. Nothing once again, it seemed that she was having some bad luck. She simply just had to remain hopeful and find the next little log. And so she did, she would finally put her satchel around her shoulder and continue on her hunt for the next possible treasure. It didn't take long and she found one beside the skull of a buffalo.
ART — CODE — BG
Rolling 1d3: 1
01-08-2024, 06:53 AM
The desert witch broke open the log that lay beside the buffalo skull. This time she noticed something green within. Now this was certainly another prize. She couldn't help but smile a little as she moved away from the broken pieces of wood and bark. Finally, she found the treasure that she had sought after. A beautiful green gemstone that seemed to shimmer even within the dim fog. It was in excellent condition too. She glanced around and then she would carefully place the green gem within the new satchel that she had found within the first log. She would move on to find the next Yule log.
ART — CODE — BG
Rolling 1d3: 3