In the subterranean countryside, the rathalos lifted his head and sniffed the air, before remembering his predicament.With a snort he lowered his head again, a thin stream of smoke wafting from his nostrils.
We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)
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The Rathalos might smell a new scent, one of prey. Several deer had been released into the dome, and while they avoided where The Rathalos lay, they wandered everywhere else freely.
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Rozlynn stepped up behind Sudra. "Hey, looks like we got a great diversion for leaving. Want to head out and grab some natural quiet?"
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Rozlynn stepped up behind Sudra. "Hey, looks like we got a great diversion for leaving. Want to head out and grab some natural quiet?"
The rathalos raised his head from his slumber again, nostrils flaring as he tasted the air. There was something new there. He did not recognise the scent exactly, but it had the unmistakeable gamey odour of warm blooded, soft skinned prey. The sensations immediately sent his salivary glands into action, and he rose to his feet, craning his neck to look around. It felt wrong to scan the territory from the flat ground instead of the crags and plateaus of the hills in his homeland, but he hardly cared now. Spreading his wings, he took off in a run and rose into the flimsy air with a frenzy of flapping, before climbing laboriously above the rolling grasslands. He soon caught sight of the prey far off in the distance, though his sharp avian eyes threw them into sharp focus. Delicate, four legged grass-eaters that had as yet failed to detect him. That would not last without his ability to glide on thermals, but he resolved himself to the hunt. In a few minutes, one of those beasts would be dead, and he would feed.
Rozlynn nodded, glanced around surrepitously, and quickly made a beeline to the elevator, rolling in.
Don glanced at her antics with a bemused expression, and shook his head. "Basically they're seeing magical compisition. Gives us an idea on what magic is like in your world, and gives us a better search criteria. And you're probably stuck here until morning."
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The Rathalos may notice the deer seemed unused to flying predators. Even if they got an inkling of a predator, they would never search the sky for attackers.
Don glanced at her antics with a bemused expression, and shook his head. "Basically they're seeing magical compisition. Gives us an idea on what magic is like in your world, and gives us a better search criteria. And you're probably stuck here until morning."
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The Rathalos may notice the deer seemed unused to flying predators. Even if they got an inkling of a predator, they would never search the sky for attackers.
The rathalos climbed as high above the prey as he could manage on the weak air. Though they did not seem intelligent enough to look up for signs of danger, he was sure that his wingbeats would alert them if he came in too low. Once he was high above them he flared his great pinions and dived steeply, flexing his talons. In open sky he favoured sweeping attacks on a low angle of approach, loving the whistle of the wind as he darted across it and the subtle impact as his claws passed neatly through the flesh of his unfortunate meal. Here however, he did not trust the air to carry him in such a swoop, and so he struck from a much higher angle, instead slamming down on top of a deer with his full weight to crush its bones. As the flock inevitably scattered he whipped his head around with a screech and a spray of scorching fluid, hot enough to sear skin, melt down fat and slough flesh from bone.
Feeling that Rozlynn's approach was somewhat over-dramatic, with most people already being distracted already, Sudra followed after her, minus the theatrical roll into the elevator.
Jon-Jon followed along as well, though he seemed more swept up in the moment than Sudra had been. He went about crouching behind bunks and leaping from cover point to cover point, and ending with deftly leaping into the elevator. All while making surprisingly little noise.
Jon-Jon followed along as well, though he seemed more swept up in the moment than Sudra had been. He went about crouching behind bunks and leaping from cover point to cover point, and ending with deftly leaping into the elevator. All while making surprisingly little noise.
Rozlynn pouted at Sudra's entrance, and started the lift, sendibg it farther up.
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The Rathalos' all out agression cagught several more deer, cooking them and singing several others. He was left with several deer carcasses to chew on.
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"Mark that agression. Hes trying to catch all his food with one swoop." someone noted, sitting in a room filled with screens. Each one showed a different view of the biodome.
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The Rathalos' all out agression cagught several more deer, cooking them and singing several others. He was left with several deer carcasses to chew on.
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"Mark that agression. Hes trying to catch all his food with one swoop." someone noted, sitting in a room filled with screens. Each one showed a different view of the biodome.
The rathalos planted one foot on the broken body of his first kill and watched pitilessly as the flock's survivors fled, bleating with terror. A human might have felt compassion for the gentle creatures, but although the rathalos displayed no remorse, there was no satisfaction in the wounds he had inflicted, nor displeasure that he had not slaughtered them all. They were food, plain and simple, pieces of meat that he had to devour in order to stay alive himself. Now he was back at the top of the food chain, where he belonged. The rathalos threw his head back and roared in triumph, the ear-shattering call rolling out across the open landscape and echoing from the dome walls miles away. Dipping his head afterwards, he clamped his jaws shut on the ribcage of the first deer and lifted the front half of it's body away from the rear half beneath his foot with a wet tearing sound, before tipping his head back and letting the morsel slide down his throat.
She'd see Jameson's every hair standing on edge, and as time went on, he opened his eyes, revealing black orbs. He made a low gurgling noise.
Emily lifted Jameson's shirt, revealing a patchwork collection of neat scar lines. Across his stomach was an open wound, and as they watched it sealed itself, like a zipper closing. Emily pulled a knife from her belt and readied to plunge it down into Jameson's stomach.
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"Phew. Ain't he a messy eater?" another voice muttered in the monitor room.
"Note that he seems to lack empathy with the kill. Continue observations."[/color.] the first voice ordered.
Emily lifted Jameson's shirt, revealing a patchwork collection of neat scar lines. Across his stomach was an open wound, and as they watched it sealed itself, like a zipper closing. Emily pulled a knife from her belt and readied to plunge it down into Jameson's stomach.
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"Phew. Ain't he a messy eater?" another voice muttered in the monitor room.
"Note that he seems to lack empathy with the kill. Continue observations."[/color.] the first voice ordered.
The rathalos gorged himself on his kills until he was thoroughly sated. By the end of his feast his maw was painted red with the blood of the crushed deer and streaked with grease from those that had been burnt. He shuddered with satisfaction, a shiver that began in his shoulders and travelled along the length of his body, his wings stretched out and tensed up as he loosened up all his muscles after the attack. Finally he uttered another deafening roar, the signal that the king of the skies had finished his meal and would exact no more sacrifices from his terrestrial subjects for the forseeable future.
"Right..." Gideon only replied at first, his tone of voice clearly showing he was uncomfortable with this. He was silent for a time, looking away fron Don as he thought on things. He thought in silence for some time, until he noticed Rozlynn roll into the lift, followed by Sudra casually following after her. Upon seeing this Gideon looked back to Don. "Two days, is it? Given that she's being escorted to somewhere, I guess we don't have to stay in this paticular place?" He asked.
Whoever would be looking over Gideon's magical capabilities would likely notice he was positively brimming with dark magic.
Whoever would be looking over Gideon's magical capabilities would likely notice he was positively brimming with dark magic.
Seeing the state Jameson's body was in, a few butterflies began to flit around in Ness' stomach. More were added into the mix once Emily readied her knife.
[color=ff4599] Kid, you know they need to do this. Just look away. [/color] Her AI stated in a rare act of maturity. The woman nodded to herself and turned her head away.
The people scanning the magic of the group would find Ness' "aura" was extremely faint, but seemed to be of a holy quality. Amelia's would be a little stronger than average, though they'd be hard-pressed to find out some sort of element to associate with the sleeping sheep girl.
[color=ff4599] Kid, you know they need to do this. Just look away. [/color] Her AI stated in a rare act of maturity. The woman nodded to herself and turned her head away.
The people scanning the magic of the group would find Ness' "aura" was extremely faint, but seemed to be of a holy quality. Amelia's would be a little stronger than average, though they'd be hard-pressed to find out some sort of element to associate with the sleeping sheep girl.
Remilia continued to punch the wall, stopping occasionally to check how much of the bark was left, if any.
Whoever was observing Remilia's magical capabilities would find she had very little in the way of magical power.
Whoever was observing Remilia's magical capabilities would find she had very little in the way of magical power.
OOC: Who's scanning for magic now?
"Does that hurt?" Blondie asked Remilia as he casually observed her.
Seras got out of bed and went into the kitchen, not knowing about the horrors within.
"Does that hurt?" Blondie asked Remilia as he casually observed her.
Seras got out of bed and went into the kitchen, not knowing about the horrors within.
Remilia looked over at Blondie. [color=990000]"Not really. The painkillers help."[/color] she replied.
"Right. I was wondering how much that bark would protect your hands." Blondie said as he stroked his bristly beard.
