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Leader: Viren

Tracker

Art/Lit Features: Fullbody (3R)+Background (2R)+500Words (2.5R): 7.5R

Event Response: Yes - Healing, Avalanche, Thunderstorm
RNG Rolls: Yes

Healing: Yes, Mild Injury (1)

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Everything seemed to be going poorly. First with the persistent illnesses, finding and shortly losing a cute little danger tooth cave lion when the raging mother showed up, and then getting her backside chewed on. Viren just intended to try and find the mother, and if not keep an eye on the cub, but that angry mama cat was not in the mood for a chat and instead jumped on the roan mare the first chance she got.

The rest of the day had been spent with the mare stuffing her face full of berries and applying herbs gingerly to her stinging rump. This was supposed to be a positive adventure and of course it was ending up being everything but. Viren sighed, finishing up her swift makeshift bandage of leaves, and then gathering a few more berries and leaves just in case.

“Could have been through the woods and meeting a prince charming or something, but Nooooo!” She wailed to herself, sighing once more, stamping a foot in frustration and turning about. Now she just had a few hours before night to figure out where she would head. A glance back at the mountain quickly solved that issue, as a sharp, unsettling rumble turned her gaze to the peak. Snow was rushing down at an alarming speed. An avalanche of all times. She squeaked out her brief terror, turning around to rush as quick as her long, sturdy legs could carry her.

“WHY IS EVERYTHING GOING SOO BAD! I AM NOT GETTING BURIED TODAY MOUNTAIN!”

The mare banged her hips into a few trees while bolting through the woods, tearing off a few low hanging branches as she worked to distance herself from the white death barreling down the evil, devil of a mountain. If she managed to survive, she was, absolutely, without a doubt, finding a nicer place to live. Maybe warmer too, with less dangers and more beaches.

She ran and ran and ran until her legs were stiff, deciding that no matter if she was still in rage of the snow, she couldn’t go farther. With a grumble she quickly found an area of fallen trees and sharp dark rocks jutting from the ground, huddling against it in hopes the snow would fly overhead and spare her a pocket underneath of air and shelter.

Whether that was the case or not, she tried to listen for the rumbling snow, but hardly could hear over her heavy breaths and another noise. Thunder. Those dark clouds from before had brought snow to the peak and dreaded lightning with their blackness. The mare pinned her ears back, shuffling more and more under the downed pines and the nook of rocks. It wasn’t much protection from the sky as it was from the snow, but it would have to do.

“This horrible day needs to end with me still breathing. - Mama I will not speak ill of you ever again, except dad, he’s dumb too often for that. Nature, forbid I survive, and I’ll send you word of my well-being!” With that she tucked her head down between her curled legs, squeezing her eyes shut as the heavens and mountain protested her adventure.

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Description

Leader: Viren

Tracker

Art/Lit Features: Fullbody (3R)+Background (2R)+500Words (2.5R): 7.5R

Event Response: Yes - Healing, Avalanche, Thunderstorm
RNG Rolls: Yes

Healing: Yes, Mild Injury (1)

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Everything seemed to be going poorly. First with the persistent illnesses, finding and shortly losing a cute little danger tooth cave lion when the raging mother showed up, and then getting her backside chewed on. Viren just intended to try and find the mother, and if not keep an eye on the cub, but that angry mama cat was not in the mood for a chat and instead jumped on the roan mare the first chance she got.

The rest of the day had been spent with the mare stuffing her face full of berries and applying herbs gingerly to her stinging rump. This was supposed to be a positive adventure and of course it was ending up being everything but. Viren sighed, finishing up her swift makeshift bandage of leaves, and then gathering a few more berries and leaves just in case.

“Could have been through the woods and meeting a prince charming or something, but Nooooo!” She wailed to herself, sighing once more, stamping a foot in frustration and turning about. Now she just had a few hours before night to figure out where she would head. A glance back at the mountain quickly solved that issue, as a sharp, unsettling rumble turned her gaze to the peak. Snow was rushing down at an alarming speed. An avalanche of all times. She squeaked out her brief terror, turning around to rush as quick as her long, sturdy legs could carry her.

“WHY IS EVERYTHING GOING SOO BAD! I AM NOT GETTING BURIED TODAY MOUNTAIN!”

The mare banged her hips into a few trees while bolting through the woods, tearing off a few low hanging branches as she worked to distance herself from the white death barreling down the evil, devil of a mountain. If she managed to survive, she was, absolutely, without a doubt, finding a nicer place to live. Maybe warmer too, with less dangers and more beaches.

She ran and ran and ran until her legs were stiff, deciding that no matter if she was still in rage of the snow, she couldn’t go farther. With a grumble she quickly found an area of fallen trees and sharp dark rocks jutting from the ground, huddling against it in hopes the snow would fly overhead and spare her a pocket underneath of air and shelter.

Whether that was the case or not, she tried to listen for the rumbling snow, but hardly could hear over her heavy breaths and another noise. Thunder. Those dark clouds from before had brought snow to the peak and dreaded lightning with their blackness. The mare pinned her ears back, shuffling more and more under the downed pines and the nook of rocks. It wasn’t much protection from the sky as it was from the snow, but it would have to do.

“This horrible day needs to end with me still breathing. - Mama I will not speak ill of you ever again, except dad, he’s dumb too often for that. Nature, forbid I survive, and I’ll send you word of my well-being!” With that she tucked her head down between her curled legs, squeezing her eyes shut as the heavens and mountain protested her adventure.

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