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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 29, 2014 10:02:11 GMT -5
Varryn finished his hare and added more branches to the fire before curling up and sleeping, pulling his cloak tight around him. He wakes shortly after dawn, shivering and swearing. "I should have gone for a regular dragon."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 31, 2014 8:26:54 GMT -5
The weather seems to agree with his sentiment, the snow falling so hard that he can barely see in front of him. Not having been able to collect any additional furs for the journey, he was certain he would freeze to death before long. On the bright side, it occurred to him that the heavy snow would obscure his tracks, making the job of his hunters more difficult. Silver linings...
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 31, 2014 9:53:07 GMT -5
Varryn quickly gathered a few sticks for his next fire and stood, pulling his own thin cloak tighter about himself and praying it would offer at least some protection. He began marching north, shivering and swearing.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 31, 2014 10:10:34 GMT -5
After a few hours at the mercy of the cold, the end of his nose begins to turn black.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 31, 2014 10:48:02 GMT -5
Varryn swears louder, knowing that in his current condition he can't cover it without lessening somewhere else. He looks for any shelter from the snow and wind.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 31, 2014 11:36:03 GMT -5
He barely makes out the mouth of a gave ahead through the while blanket, nestled into a rock outcropping and battered by the winds.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 31, 2014 21:24:06 GMT -5
Varryn draws his sword and hurries towards the cave, cautious of any possible inhabitants.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 31, 2014 21:32:17 GMT -5
(I don't remember them giving you a sword bud)
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 31, 2014 21:54:11 GMT -5
(Thought I still had my own. Eh, Varryn uses a stick instead.)
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 1, 2014 19:18:09 GMT -5
(They took everything but you're clothes, dummy. Who locks up a prisoner, but lets him keep his sword?)
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 2, 2014 15:07:42 GMT -5
( Captors who know they could kill their prisoner with or without a sword?)
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 2, 2014 18:33:03 GMT -5
(You're adorable)
The gave is empty, though judging from the droppings and collection of bones (not to mention Varryn's luck), it would be unwise to assume it would stay that way for long. |
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 2, 2014 23:08:49 GMT -5
Varryn eyes the size of the bones and droppings to try and determine the size of the inhabitant, grumbling quietly to himself.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 4, 2014 0:25:01 GMT -5
The droppings were not familiar to him: larger than a wolf but smaller than a bear.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 4, 2014 16:11:46 GMT -5
Varryn settles into the back of the cave, grinding the tip of his stick into a point against the rocks as he waits for the cave's inhabitant to return.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 6, 2014 3:52:51 GMT -5
His stomach begins to rumble in hunger and the blackened portion of his nose ached, as the hours rolled on. Without enough calories to warm him, there was little chance he'd survive the cold.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 11, 2014 23:18:53 GMT -5
Varryn huddled closer into the corner and prayed that whatever occupied the cave came soon.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 12, 2014 1:55:55 GMT -5
Varryn is delirious from the cold by the time the shadowcat returns to his lair, looking none too pleased at the intruder.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 13, 2014 18:32:18 GMT -5
Varryn pushes himself to his feet, shuddering in the cold. "Here pretty girl... I have a stick.." Varryn waves the stick back and forth, as if taunting a dog.
(Novice - Animal Handling, for taming.)
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 18, 2014 3:25:18 GMT -5
The deadly feline seemed to actually calm slightly at his words, padding forward slowly and sniffing at him curiously.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 18, 2014 12:19:35 GMT -5
Varryn takes a few deep breaths, trained to never show fear to a creature, dragon or otherwise. "Yeah, that's a good girl.. I don't want to hurt you, and you don't want to hurt me, right?"
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 19, 2014 1:16:35 GMT -5
The vicious killing machine seemed downright docile now, despite the intruder in its cave. Though it watched Varryn with suspicious beady eyes, it eventually moved to the other side of the cave to lay down.
(Stop rolling so high you little shit!...I mean...good job!)
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 19, 2014 10:31:01 GMT -5
Varryn moved back to his spot and sat down, shuddering, stomach rumbling. He looked out at the snow and wondered how likely it would be that he could catch more food, let alone get bac in time to eat it. Disliking the odds, he let out a sigh and hoped for the snow to let up.
(This just means you get to have a little more fun torturing me now.)
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 22, 2014 4:52:52 GMT -5
After another hour, the storm passed. Shadowcat kept lounging, warily watching its guest.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Feb 22, 2014 14:22:20 GMT -5
Varryn pushed himself up when the storm passed, watching the shadowcat as he makes his way out of the den, intending to set up more traps.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too