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Post by NPC on Aug 21, 2019 15:33:56 GMT -6
"Have you ever wanted to see how your pets' brawn measures up, without having to fight?" Shayna questioned, "Now is your chance! Come show off your strongest pets, see how they compare in a Strength Competition!"
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Post by Renathan on Aug 21, 2019 19:14:22 GMT -6
Six Point Stag | Drake Brown Sarane | 28/28 Stamina: 8 Strength: 7 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 4 Mentality: 3 Special Abilities: Fly, Forest Dweller, Flame Body, Earth Resistance, Chlorophyll, Stone Skin Moves: Climb, Gash, Bite, Horn Strike, Deceptive Lure, Rock Shield Knows: Rend (3), Hardy (5), Danger Sense (10), Deceptive Lure (4), Vice Grip (3), Roar (3)- Renathan hadn't really been trying in the last contest, he was quite fine with it actually. He really hoped that one of the other individuals won, since he had a win the first contest. He did enjoy showing off his creatures of course, though! Today he was going to see what came of it. He enters the building with a sarane, his Six Point Stag. The drake hadn't been out very often at all lately, though it was his own volition. Renathan moves over to the registration table and nods up to Six Point Stag before continuing. "Hello there, I'd like to register my drake Six Point Stag for the Strength Contest?" If Renathan had been able to, he probably would have used Shy Guy for this contest, but he was still healing... Renathan forced himself not to think about that, and instead glanced back at Six Point Stag. He'd asked him to stand a bit away and sit on some concrete through the RoT link, so that he didn't catch anything on fire, but he could clearly be seen from the table. "We may need an area for him, since he's... A little on fire?" Okay, okay, perhaps even a little fire was too much fire, but he hoped that it would be okay. <I don't think I care much about this...> {Don't worry, it won't be that difficult, and it will allow you to show off your strength, since sarane tourneys haven't been running.} And that, was that, it would seem. Stag quieted down through the link. (Renathan is using Sever Bond)
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Aug 22, 2019 9:10:28 GMT -6
Name: Seraiah Micah Level: 29 Loyalty: 28 Stamina: 6 Strength: 8 Resistance: 6 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 0Abilities: Physical Resistance, Uncontrollable Rage (sound of children's laughter), Danger Sense Moves: Rend, Dodge, Bound, Kick, Lick Wounds, Deceptive Lure Tricks: Name Items he wears: None Items he was groomed with: ‘ Breath in, breath out..’ She felt since yesterday that she couldn’t help but rage at the fact that two weeks had gone past her somehow without noticing since making the Hollow Node, and all she got for her attempt is waking up in bed without being able to find the Node in question. Had she put it somewhere and just forgot about it? Or had she failed, and that is why she can’t find the Node at all? Usually she didn’t mind that time seems to pass her by, that she can be forgetful about some things on where she might have misplaced something, but this? She felt like she could cry from frustrating as she knows trying to make a second attempt will take a long while for her to do, not just with the gathering of the ingredients, but also that the book at least was clear on a success or failure taking a while for her soul to recover from. And she doesn’t even know if she had made a success at all. She still shudders at the pain she had felt in those moments as brief as it was.. Shaking her head, she tries to focus on just seeing the Contest building in the distance while holding on to Seraiah’s paw, she can tell he feels uneasy at her demeanor, looking at her with wariness, but she can’t help it. It’s too soon to feel like she can let go of this rage. She might not have been able to finish up looking for the Node, but its almost instinctive that she just know’s it’s not in her kennel, not even somewhere in the treehouse of her garden. She breaths in and out again, trying to at least mask her anger for a contest she wants to go to, she’s been really looking forward to trying out a new type of Contest with Seraiah. A Contest of Strength without fighting sounds fun, and who knows. She glances at Seraiah, trying to muster up a smile for him as she sees his ears are flattened while his coat seems to be really fluffed up right now, not quite bristling, but certainly something seems to go on with him too. Maybe he will like this type of contest as well? The pinpricks of Seraiah’s claw’s in her hand made her aware she is perhaps holding him a tad too tightly while walking, and loosens her grip. “Sorry..” She mutters to him, sighing again for a moment. At least the building is close enough now that she can easily see the doors they’d need to use to register for this contest. Further away another set of doors is used by the crowd coming to watch the show. She wonders for just a moment how many of them come and watch shows repeatedly, and if some just chucked away the flier that proclaimed the newest contest is going on, and at which date. She feels if some people do chuck it away, it would be a shame in her opinion. There is always a flashy picture of some creature on it using a move that they captured on tape in the best way possible. Opening the door of the Contest building she lets Seraiah go first before stepping inside as well and closing the door behind her. Surprise takes over the simmering anger for just a moment as she sees that they seem to be only the second pair to register for the show currently. Only a person she has seen before with previous contests of some unfamiliar race, and a Drake as their companion from what she can tell are here. “Well.. Registering will go quickly it seems.” She muses with a tight smile, trying not to frown as she keeps thinking about where that Node might be at her home. Seeing as the pair where already done with registering their entry for the contest she walks up to the makeshift counter now, tugging Seraiah gentle along with her. “Hello,” She says when she comes up to the counter and gained Shayna’s attention. “I’d like to register my companion Seraiah Micah for the contest, a Pink Fuzzy Bunny.” The fuzzy part about their species name is strange, but not something she is too bothered by. Whatever happened at home currently, she isn’t going to throw away her chance to enter a contest, rather, it might even be good to be distracted from the fury she still feels. And with her backpack full of items she brought along to use for the contest, she’s certain she’ll have Seraiah become just as distracted as her with trying to make a good performance, even if he doesn’t know it is called such a thing. "It might also be a good idea in case that there are children, that they are warned not to laugh. Their species is quite.. volatile should it happen." She warns, wanting to make certain that no accidents are going to happen. Twilight 0.1 – Logged Seraiah Micah LV 29.0, LY 28.0
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Post by Ashe on Aug 22, 2019 20:07:47 GMT -6
Level: 6.1 Loyalty: 19.1 Stamina: 8 Strength: 7 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 3 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Run Moves: Buck, Nip, Demoralizing Cackle
Trained: Faster/Slow Down(1), Pull Buggy(2), Turn Right/Left(1)
Ashe realized just how few non-scary pets he had, when he tried to find something that was strong, but didn't scare the strength out of others. He knew from experience in the Pit that fear sapped the strength of opponents not properly trained to handle it - and that probably wouldn't do too well in a contest revolving around strength, would it? He'd sighed with disappointment, when he realized that meant his pride and joy, Alaska, wouldn't be able to enter. She scared the literal shit out of a lot of the normal pets around here! He would have to find someone else... Dracula? No, also scary. He thought of his Sarane; but they were either babies, unbroken, or scary. Ugh! He tried to think of docile pets, and he knew a few of them were strong... But they weren't trained anything worthy of demonstrating said strength, because they weren't meant to be battle pets because they weren't scary! He finally settled on a Zesty Equillion that looked rather odd, but wasn't exactly scary. Unnerving when he cackled, but otherwise... So he led the Equillion to the Contest hall to sign him up. Inyala sat on his shoulder for the journey, though she kept a watchful eye on Chrome, definitely not trusting him as far as she could throw him herself. He was weird! Even if Ashe was comfortable with him. Eventually, they made it, and signed up, and finally Ashe could rest. He'd made it! ( c )
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Post by Fiera Ferella on Aug 25, 2019 20:16:23 GMT -6
Desert//Savannah Thundergug//Male 24/24
Stats:
Stamina: 20
Strength: 10
Resistance: 6
Dexterity: 3
Mentality: 1
Special Abilities: Hardy, Intimidation
Moves: Horn Strike, Thunder, Charge Tricks Known: Name (1), Come (1), No (1), Tack Up (1), Bridle Knowledge (1), Carry Rider (2), Carry Load (2), Pull Buggy (2), Turn left/right (1), Stop (1), Go (1), Faster/Slower (1), Up! (2), Bow (1) Accept Bloody/Scary Sights (2), Charge (3), Horn Strike (2)
Fiera knew exactly what pet she was going to pick for the strength contest from the moment she saw the posters. Desert was one of her oldest and most trusted pets, and there was a pretty good chance he was her best trained. He wouldn't be winning any ribbons in a beauty contest, but for strength? He was unparalleled. She had seen it firsthand in all her training, after all. There was almost never an obstacle he couldn't knock down, nor load he couldn't budge. Granted, that made things difficult for her sometimes (such as in teaching him the meaning of the word 'no'), but his heart was in the right place. As a result, she practically strutted down into the contest hall, with the savannah thundergug following behind her patiently. It was a quite a sight, with the plain looking beast of burden trundling along behind an extravagantly dressed, expertly coiffed cat-woman. She leaned up against the registration desk, probably getting too chummy with the registration employees too fast, here. "Pardon me!" She trilled, watching the other contestants go by behind her blacked out sunglasses. "I'd like to register my thundergug, Desert, please. I simply can't hide him from the public any longer!" She said with a laugh.
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Post by Jack on Aug 26, 2019 7:18:18 GMT -6
Name: Given Gender: Male Age: Adult Species: Wiurn v2 Breed: Offspring StatsLevel: 29 Loyalty: 34 Stamina: 4 Strength: 4 Resistance: 5 Dexterity: 5 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Fly, Water Resistance, Uncontrollable Rage (Befoulment of the Sea), Amphibious Moves: Frost Bite, Poison Sting, Wing Buff, Hydro Sphere, Crunch, Rend KnowsName (1) No (1) Come (1) Stay (1) Follow (1) Sit (1) Lay Down (1) Tolerance (2) Tack Up (1) Carry Rider (2) Bridle Knowledge (1) Ground Tie (2) Crunch (3) Rend (3) Fly (3) Higher! (2) Land (Flight) (1) =27 She had promised herself she was going to enter all competitions, even if she didn't feel much like it at the moment. That was alright, that was fine, she just didn't know what to do with herself at the moment. Sure, Given was trained up and all that, but she really doubted they were going to win, but that was alright in the end of it all. Giving a low chuckle, she waited in line with her Wiurn for a little while and then got to the front of the line and smiled a little, "Entering my v2 Wiurn, Given." Without a doubt, at least things were going to be alright when she thought of it, they might even place, she figured with a smile on her face. Ah well, if they did, they did, she couldn't be too terribly happy about it she thought with a little smile on her face. It didn't matter if they did or not, at least they were trying to have fun.
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