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Kentucky Fried Confidence 65595

8) Your Tokota has met with a potentially fatal accident. Weak and close to death, they must find recovery through either a friend, stranger, or their own mettle.

+10 Canon Location (Tartok Foothills)
+10 Companion Animal

+10 500 word Story

Kentucky could hardly believe her terrible, no good, absolutely awful luck. She had been taking a stroll with her best partner and friend, the Eagle named "Gravy". She knew it wasn't dangerous in the foothills, and the idea of a nice walk on an even nicer sunny day made only sense in her deep-fried brain. That all being said, though, it was easily the very last thing on her list to be pierced by a few stray arrows in her side. Gravy, in his infinite wisdom and intelligence, hadn't budged from her back even after she'd stumbled and nearly fallen over, yelping in surprise and pain. Now in pain, and irritated, she knew she had to get home fast lest those hunters were quick on her trail.

Walking wasn't any easier. The hunters could be close by, and she didn't want to stick around to see if they would be friendly or take an opportunity for rare fur. Gravy, just now realizing his friend was in distress, nuzzled his beak into their fur, though it did little to ease her. With each labored breath, she scanned the landscape as blood matted her fur slowly. Summoning the last few straws of energy, she tried to draw in some strength from her companion. Finally, after too long, she spotted a small cave nestled near the stream. She pushed forward, stumbling towards the cave on uneasy paws. She feared the arrows had gone much deeper than they visually had, and it made her fur prickle with unease. What if she couldn't eat more chicken?

Gravy, of course, didn't like the cave, and began squawking and making a ruckus as Kentucky settled inside the cave, flopping onto her side with a large, "OUGMH". She twisted, grabbing one arrow in her mouth and yanking it out with a loud growl yelp. "Fried chicken that hurt!" She exclaimed, throwing the arrow and sending it clattering across the cold, hard floor of the cave. Encouraged by her progress, she took a few deep breaths before reaching around and yanking out the second arrow and tossing it by the other arrow, sending a splattering of blood with the both of them. She licked a few times at her wound that seeped blood, but overall it wasn't as terrible as she thought. Gravy stood by the entrance, making indignant sounds. He was flapping his wings, crowing, and making an absolute fool of himself. What a dumb, dumb bird, Kentucky thought.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, knowing that no matter what, her terrible luck couldn't be overshadowed by Gravy's companionship and unfortunately lasting loyalty. She took a deep breath, letting her head fall onto her paws as she drifted into troubled sleep. Gravy would join her eventually, she knew, and it was easy enough to drown out his tantrum about being in the cave. At the very least, it was so relieving to finally be in a safe haven, even if for a moment.

Time to dream of chicken.

kepperoni

Description

Kentucky Fried Confidence 65595

8) Your Tokota has met with a potentially fatal accident. Weak and close to death, they must find recovery through either a friend, stranger, or their own mettle.

+10 Canon Location (Tartok Foothills)
+10 Companion Animal

+10 500 word Story

Kentucky could hardly believe her terrible, no good, absolutely awful luck. She had been taking a stroll with her best partner and friend, the Eagle named "Gravy". She knew it wasn't dangerous in the foothills, and the idea of a nice walk on an even nicer sunny day made only sense in her deep-fried brain. That all being said, though, it was easily the very last thing on her list to be pierced by a few stray arrows in her side. Gravy, in his infinite wisdom and intelligence, hadn't budged from her back even after she'd stumbled and nearly fallen over, yelping in surprise and pain. Now in pain, and irritated, she knew she had to get home fast lest those hunters were quick on her trail.

Walking wasn't any easier. The hunters could be close by, and she didn't want to stick around to see if they would be friendly or take an opportunity for rare fur. Gravy, just now realizing his friend was in distress, nuzzled his beak into their fur, though it did little to ease her. With each labored breath, she scanned the landscape as blood matted her fur slowly. Summoning the last few straws of energy, she tried to draw in some strength from her companion. Finally, after too long, she spotted a small cave nestled near the stream. She pushed forward, stumbling towards the cave on uneasy paws. She feared the arrows had gone much deeper than they visually had, and it made her fur prickle with unease. What if she couldn't eat more chicken?

Gravy, of course, didn't like the cave, and began squawking and making a ruckus as Kentucky settled inside the cave, flopping onto her side with a large, "OUGMH". She twisted, grabbing one arrow in her mouth and yanking it out with a loud growl yelp. "Fried chicken that hurt!" She exclaimed, throwing the arrow and sending it clattering across the cold, hard floor of the cave. Encouraged by her progress, she took a few deep breaths before reaching around and yanking out the second arrow and tossing it by the other arrow, sending a splattering of blood with the both of them. She licked a few times at her wound that seeped blood, but overall it wasn't as terrible as she thought. Gravy stood by the entrance, making indignant sounds. He was flapping his wings, crowing, and making an absolute fool of himself. What a dumb, dumb bird, Kentucky thought.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, knowing that no matter what, her terrible luck couldn't be overshadowed by Gravy's companionship and unfortunately lasting loyalty. She took a deep breath, letting her head fall onto her paws as she drifted into troubled sleep. Gravy would join her eventually, she knew, and it was easy enough to drown out his tantrum about being in the cave. At the very least, it was so relieving to finally be in a safe haven, even if for a moment.

Time to dream of chicken.

kepperoni