04-06-2021, 06:25 AM
DO YOU MIND IF I WILD OUT
AUBERON -- MASC/NONB. -- THE FROSTBLOWN -- SAGE -- MEDIUM DIFFICULTY
the weary days of traveling were weighing heavy on him. he'd heard a rumor some time back, a few actually, but his concern now was for a groupmate that his medic could not treat. oneheart was a good medic and he had faith in his valereader but the injury was too personal to ignore. his adopted sister, and sole mercenary of his group, margaret, had fallen victim to a vicious attack that broke at least one wing that the valereader had already set but her eye had been gouged out and the poor man had little experience with healing that sort of injury. he'd come to tanglewood in intentions of speaking to moth, but something in him was changing, warping. he was scared, scared out of his mind that he would lose his only sister and it was beginning to drive him mad, that accursed fear. perhaps it had something to do with the hunger and the amount of time it had taken him to get to the land of tanglewood, his scent masked as best as he could get.
he was an apex predator with a questionable diet, preferring to feast on other predatory species, and that hunger was burning a hole through him. he was starving - he couldn't sustain himself and the few meals he had managed to catch on his way here were small and pitiful, barely feeding the hunger in him. his instincts were in overdrive, stalking the borders of tanglewood and rogues within the area, in a desperate attempt to feed himself. he managed to sustain himself on a rogue, leaving a small pool of blood from his feast. stomach maintained for the time being, the meat-eater would resume his stalking of the border, searching out moth and hoping to stop her in private along the border. he couldn't just ask her what he needed, he needed her to accompany him. through the last few days, he had seen signs of the medic, and he'd picked up on that she was showing symptoms of sickness, something that drew his attention to her alone, his instincts telling him that she might be a liabilty.
he'd been starved for so long, that following the simple urges of his predatory instincts drove him to separate the fox from the group she stayed with. he wasn't in the mood to feed just yet, and he desperately needed her help, but he couldn't help the easy-to-follow nature of his. this was also his best chance of getting a hold of her, if he could separate her, and so, with this in mind, the akhlut would set up a simple lure - he would catch himself a rabbit and after injuring the creature, he would loose it near the border where he had caught her scent recently. even when sick and injured, she must want to fulfill her own hunger, right?
[member=17611]moth[/member] //
he was an apex predator with a questionable diet, preferring to feast on other predatory species, and that hunger was burning a hole through him. he was starving - he couldn't sustain himself and the few meals he had managed to catch on his way here were small and pitiful, barely feeding the hunger in him. his instincts were in overdrive, stalking the borders of tanglewood and rogues within the area, in a desperate attempt to feed himself. he managed to sustain himself on a rogue, leaving a small pool of blood from his feast. stomach maintained for the time being, the meat-eater would resume his stalking of the border, searching out moth and hoping to stop her in private along the border. he couldn't just ask her what he needed, he needed her to accompany him. through the last few days, he had seen signs of the medic, and he'd picked up on that she was showing symptoms of sickness, something that drew his attention to her alone, his instincts telling him that she might be a liabilty.
he'd been starved for so long, that following the simple urges of his predatory instincts drove him to separate the fox from the group she stayed with. he wasn't in the mood to feed just yet, and he desperately needed her help, but he couldn't help the easy-to-follow nature of his. this was also his best chance of getting a hold of her, if he could separate her, and so, with this in mind, the akhlut would set up a simple lure - he would catch himself a rabbit and after injuring the creature, he would loose it near the border where he had caught her scent recently. even when sick and injured, she must want to fulfill her own hunger, right?
[member=17611]moth[/member] //