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Phase 3

Uninvited Guest

You make quick work of hunting the hare down, mercifully ending the
animal's life in a quick, swift motion. Just as you're about to re-collect
yourself and continue your journey, something crashes into you with
massive force, a hissing sound falling upon your ears. Marrow pushes
you down, teeth bared. "That was mine." She hisses.

Prompt 2 - The predator side of you takes over momentarily and you snarl into Marrow's face despite the claw pushing against your throat. "I caught it and landed the killing blow. If you have any honor, you know the rules of a hunt."
Requirements: Draw your Reosean pinned down under Marrow, snarling at her. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

Hauberk took up the hare in his jaws once Caitlyn's arrow landed the killing blow, adrenaline still pumping through his ears, deafening him to the approaching doom. Caitlyn stood, proud of thier success, though the emotion left swiftly as a shadow descended upon them.

A sudden crash and Hauberk was slammed into the ground by the weight of the tyrian; a silent yelp escaping his jaws that was easily out matched by the beasts' roar. "That was mine!" The tyrian hissed at Hauberk, though her eyes quickly flicked to Caitlyn and a snarl broke from her lips.

Despite being pinned and unable to communicate, Hauberk barred his teeth at Marrow, pushing back against her powerful legs. A wave of mentalist emotion shot towards her, a feeling of dishonor and shame for trying to steal another's kill; a message easier said than read, but he did have a sort of translator with him.

Caitlyn couldn't understand what was being said, but she felt Haiberk's emotions and although shaking at the sheer size of the tyrian, held her bow tight, shouting to get the beasts' attention "Hey! That was our kill! Leave him alone"

The tyrian snarled, despising even the sight of the human, but it would seem she had a strange situation on her talons, especially with the runner being as silent as ever. A low growl escaped her jaws as she debated on the next move to make.

This could be an easy lunch...

CP Count:
Hauberk 2921

Fullbody

Lined - 1

Colored - 2

Shaded - 1

Background - 2

Corresponding Land - 1
Companion - 2

Personal Art - 1

Storyline Event - 2

Total: 12 CP

Hauberk and Caitlyn belong to me, Whitefoxfire

Description

Phase 3

Uninvited Guest

You make quick work of hunting the hare down, mercifully ending the
animal's life in a quick, swift motion. Just as you're about to re-collect
yourself and continue your journey, something crashes into you with
massive force, a hissing sound falling upon your ears. Marrow pushes
you down, teeth bared. "That was mine." She hisses.

Prompt 2 - The predator side of you takes over momentarily and you snarl into Marrow's face despite the claw pushing against your throat. "I caught it and landed the killing blow. If you have any honor, you know the rules of a hunt."
Requirements: Draw your Reosean pinned down under Marrow, snarling at her. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

Hauberk took up the hare in his jaws once Caitlyn's arrow landed the killing blow, adrenaline still pumping through his ears, deafening him to the approaching doom. Caitlyn stood, proud of thier success, though the emotion left swiftly as a shadow descended upon them.

A sudden crash and Hauberk was slammed into the ground by the weight of the tyrian; a silent yelp escaping his jaws that was easily out matched by the beasts' roar. "That was mine!" The tyrian hissed at Hauberk, though her eyes quickly flicked to Caitlyn and a snarl broke from her lips.

Despite being pinned and unable to communicate, Hauberk barred his teeth at Marrow, pushing back against her powerful legs. A wave of mentalist emotion shot towards her, a feeling of dishonor and shame for trying to steal another's kill; a message easier said than read, but he did have a sort of translator with him.

Caitlyn couldn't understand what was being said, but she felt Haiberk's emotions and although shaking at the sheer size of the tyrian, held her bow tight, shouting to get the beasts' attention "Hey! That was our kill! Leave him alone"

The tyrian snarled, despising even the sight of the human, but it would seem she had a strange situation on her talons, especially with the runner being as silent as ever. A low growl escaped her jaws as she debated on the next move to make.

This could be an easy lunch...

CP Count:
Hauberk 2921

Fullbody

Lined - 1

Colored - 2

Shaded - 1

Background - 2

Corresponding Land - 1
Companion - 2

Personal Art - 1

Storyline Event - 2

Total: 12 CP

Hauberk and Caitlyn belong to me, Whitefoxfire