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Phase 4

Preyed Upon

You manage to seperate the wolf from the rest of its pack, chasing
it across the field. You're almost close enough to take the final leap,
but your sprint is abruptly stopped by a heavy weight pressing down
on you, slamming you into the snow. You shake the snow off your
face and look up to see Hund snarling at you, holding you down. "Does
it thrill you to hunt an old, slow wolf down!?"

Prompt 1 You snarl back at the tyrian, despite him holding you down like that. "It doesn't matter to me if it's a musk ox or a wolf. If it's old and slow, it becomes prey."
Requirements: Draw your Reosean snarling at Hund from under his hold. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

Ronin felt the annoyingly familiar sting of talons striking his back, and before he could even help, his body was slammed into the snow; not as soft as it was a moment before.

It was shortly after that he was greeted with a snarl "Does it thrill you to hunt an old, slow wolf down?" The voi e thundered in his ears as talons pressed upon his head. Barely able to move, Ronin snarled back. He was sick of these tyrants already, why couldn't they just go back to wherever they were hiding before?

"Matters not to me! Prey is prey, and I don't discriminate~" he gnasehed his teeth and glared at Hund with the one eye he was able to with. This may be his last words, but Ronin didn't care. He was done- so done with these tyrians.

R.I.P. Ronin, was nice knowin' ya~

CP Count:

Ronin 3986

Fullbody

Lined - 1

Colored - 2

Shaded - 1

Background - 2

Corresponding Land - 1
Other Reosean -2

Personal Art - 1

Storyline Event - 2

Total: 12 CP

Ronin belongs to me, Whitefoxfire

Description

Phase 4

Preyed Upon

You manage to seperate the wolf from the rest of its pack, chasing
it across the field. You're almost close enough to take the final leap,
but your sprint is abruptly stopped by a heavy weight pressing down
on you, slamming you into the snow. You shake the snow off your
face and look up to see Hund snarling at you, holding you down. "Does
it thrill you to hunt an old, slow wolf down!?"

Prompt 1 You snarl back at the tyrian, despite him holding you down like that. "It doesn't matter to me if it's a musk ox or a wolf. If it's old and slow, it becomes prey."
Requirements: Draw your Reosean snarling at Hund from under his hold. The tyrian must be visible in the image.

Ronin felt the annoyingly familiar sting of talons striking his back, and before he could even help, his body was slammed into the snow; not as soft as it was a moment before.

It was shortly after that he was greeted with a snarl "Does it thrill you to hunt an old, slow wolf down?" The voi e thundered in his ears as talons pressed upon his head. Barely able to move, Ronin snarled back. He was sick of these tyrants already, why couldn't they just go back to wherever they were hiding before?

"Matters not to me! Prey is prey, and I don't discriminate~" he gnasehed his teeth and glared at Hund with the one eye he was able to with. This may be his last words, but Ronin didn't care. He was done- so done with these tyrians.

R.I.P. Ronin, was nice knowin' ya~

CP Count:

Ronin 3986

Fullbody

Lined - 1

Colored - 2

Shaded - 1

Background - 2

Corresponding Land - 1
Other Reosean -2

Personal Art - 1

Storyline Event - 2

Total: 12 CP

Ronin belongs to me, Whitefoxfire