Yang
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Post by Yang on Mar 14, 2023 20:02:49 GMT -6
lvl. 5 Valine - ♂ Stamina: 2 Strength: 3 Resistance: 3 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Earth Resistance Moves: Nip
learnt: -___________________ The steady rhythm of walking ended, right where the distinctly packed cement road noticeably became bedraggled with rocks, pebbles, and devolved to packed dirt. The early morning quiet sunlight was a cascade of soft blues, pinks, and purples above as chickadees tweeted distantly, the various sounds of nature and rustling winds all around. Yang stood, stoic, eyes vacant as they gazed forward. They weren't looking at the horizon line- Valine, the Rakai-Sarane who followed Yang closely, ticked it's tail-tip while giving the air a tentative whiff. While the distant echos of nature betrayed the pair with its distance, there were scents abundant here- there was prey to be found, without a doubt. Valine stepped ahead and took the lead towards the distinctive entrance to the 'Everfields', Yang drowsily blinking before leaning forward, subtly stumbling forward to follow the reptilian-dog. A distant voice had told him, deep within the dark inky ocean waters of his clouded mind, whispered 'fetch'; Fetch he would. The gravel crunched beneath the pair as they walked on towards the entrance. Valine- 5 1/5 Yang 10 1/10 - *This should generally be what your introductory thread looks like- no rolls here!!
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Post by Yang on Mar 14, 2023 20:15:22 GMT -6
Soft rolling waves of grass rolled on ahead of them- for miles and miles, lavenders and wheat-yellow, dancing and swaying with the winds. Soft tufts of loose flower and bud, drifting as they caught lift, gently pulled to twirl on & gently land between the stalks below. Valines soft-steps hardly disturbed the fallen seeds and wisps of dried grass, stepping gingerly and quietly with an attuned, pointed, direct momentum. Yang stumbled on shortly behind, leaving heavy scuffs in the hard ground and sending those same seeds rushing back up into the air, dizzyingly and smashing against other fine dust particles. Valine stepped up the pace with a trot, a gentle animalistic irk towards the lumbering oaf which followed him, the heavy strides arousing the nature and stirring potentially slumbering animals... potentially scaring off viable prey. Valine darted forward more yet again. Yang didn't bother with the creature, merely carried on with his given pace- slow, sluggish, what could look like the bored, generally-worn-out stride of a long-time, worn-down outdoorsmen to the untrained eye... ___________________
Search- * you may bold the word if you've written it within your post instead, if you like!KcWDQT3C1-10
*Because this was a '1', the following post can either be another 'Search' attempt, or it can be used to try 'Hunting' instead - 'Search,Track &Find' and 'Hunting' can take place in the same thread!
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Post by Yang on Mar 14, 2023 20:56:18 GMT -6
The pair had barely made it half a mile before the land below their feet, began gradually tilting up- the ocean of grass, swaddling what was a moderate-sized hill. Yangs' baritone breath slowly grew heavier and heavier with each heavy step forward, obvious with effort to keep mocomotion forward rather than back. His earlier stride, easily portrayed as a bored-stride of a regular traveler, became discombobulated at the slight slant of the hill. For a moment he looked like a man mad out of his gourd, his center of gravity off-kilter, his back leaning away while his legs still mechanically marched forward. He made it to the top of the silly mound with enormous effort, his breath heaving slowly as he righted- glass eyes on the sky. Nature still twittered and tweeted nearby, the early-morning sun quickly becoming the usual morning-light which most working civilians would be seeing. Valine meanwhile was a generous 50 yards ahead; a quick whiff here, another quick one over there- the grass swaying in the breeze cascaded the area not much different to the gentle waves of a waters' surface. Valine's S-figured tracking, deftly swirling around the plants and rustling the grasses all along it. Only once every-so often could he be picked out amongst the 'reeds', the top of his head just poking up with perked ears up and swiveling, before ducking down and swimming on again in his Search for something good. ___________________ T_uxN0371-10* in this post, the chosen trick 'Search' is bolded within the post- no need to write it above the roll to indicate what its for! **you may do this with multiple pets during a Hunt, but you must be sure to define who is doing what trick...1-10
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Post by Yang on Mar 16, 2023 11:30:50 GMT -6
Valine's head perked up above the grass, ears forward as he inhaled with gentle whiffs, as something caught his attention- there was something to Track here... s5YG4LD41-10* a 'Track' roll can be done anywhere within the post! I've written some before rolling, replied to see what the roll was, then edited the post to finish writing and meet the requirement! - He stepped lightly, by-passing small beetles and roly-polies as he went, pulled along by the gentle pulls of the scent left by nature and wildlife. Yang, standing at the top of the small hill and gently swaying, began his decent. His gait was sturdier going down than going up, and once again came across as simply nonchalant, bored, maybe a little hung-over from a long night of drinking heavy pints with other larger, burly masculine beings. Valine was still many yards ahead, but as the pup slowed in his quizzical search around the wildland, and slowly Yang walked up to him, still un-mindful of the quiet, shy prey which his dog wanted to hunt. Valine, as Yang stepped heavily towards him, skittered ahead with light steps. What a lumbering oaf! What he'd found would be disturbed with this creature hanging around. Valine huffed, sniffing quickly again to pick up the strong scent he'd picked up not moments ago, stepping through a particularly thick growth of wild grass. ___________________ 1-10
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Post by Yang on Mar 16, 2023 11:52:25 GMT -6
LY4EuGSJ1-10* just like with Track, you may roll, reply, and then edit to write-in your response! *Because this is a Resource roll, you don't need to bold saying what you're doing- simply share the image(s) of the resource you've found! *finding a resource marks the end of a Search, Track, and Find! *You may opt to do a new roll at the bottom of this post, starting a new Search, Track & Find- Valine's head poked through the grasses, giving the thick underbrush a few curious sniffs. With a gentle maw, he picked up parts of an brilliant egg-shell. There must've been a nest somewhere nearby- the broken shell though, meant whoever laid it would be long-gone. Still, the find meant the area was ripe with birds, even if they weren't immediately around. The chorus of bird song, chitter and coos that had sprung with the rising sun, had proven there were plenty of birds all around, cemented by finding this fragile, blue thing. Gently placing the sky-blue shelled egg down on the dirt-packed ground where he could get a good, closer look at it, Yang had finally saunter up to where Valine was. The sway in his step remained, his breathing a little heavy. The glassy-eyed man stood and waited, un-aware of and un-moved, by the gradual lighting fields with their summer light and the growing chorus of distant birds chirping. 1-10
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