Character || Sezarra
Stage || Beast Charmer
Battling || 1 Perzi
Battle Stat || 20
Defense || 9
Roll Needed || 60-100
Rolled || 16
Outcome || lose
Experience earned || 3.5exp

Sezarra had made the long trip to Oba with Arron to gain information on Janarim and see the beautiful desert sights that could be held in the great sandy waste that their uncle Kiyelt had called home for so long. They came seeking his council after all he had reportedly lived with Janarim for a while but upon calling upon him they had been informed that he had been out for quite some time.

Not the type to be disconcerted however they settled themselves in the small logging town that had been his home. It was a different flow of life here and Seze found that she liked the colorful cloth the constant hot sun, the frequent baths and the general hustle and bustle.

She had noticed after a while that there was a thriving town cat population. The perzi fascinated her, and wouldn't that just be the best thing if she caught one she could snuggle it and it could keep her warm if she was indeed pregnant.

She took her opportunity with a brown tom, he had funky spots that she for some reason really adored. She loosened up her shoulders, she was so used to dealing with the larger creatures, janarim and snaptrotters for example that she knew she would have to catch the swift pest and that this was not going to be a walk in the park.

She snarled her challenge and the tom eyed her like he was unimpressed. The GALL! Cats really hel nothing back did they?

She raced after it, the townfolk looking shocked that a tourist was busy chasing the local cat around. She didn't care, they ceased to exist while she was on the hunt. It had been so long that she had forgotten the beautiful thrill that was beast taming.

Unfortunately the cat escaped under a wagon and by the time she could circle it the little beast had quite fled the area. Rats.

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