[SHOP EVENT] The Roc

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Piranha roll!

3. Hoof prints or rather, some sort of scuffle involving a hoofed creature. But you can’t possibly show that as proof, right? So how about the entire hoofed limb that was cleanly snapped off the… goat? It was once a part of. It is, unfortunately, a little bloody. It might be hard not to consume the evidence.

Here we go again.

Another hunt for another creature this obviously brainwashed berserker was on about. At this point though, Piranha felt too deeply involved to just back out now. He'd see this through to the end then grumble about it. Or perhaps just grumble through the entire thing, he didn't know. His plank, he had felt, turned up bust. All that digging and getting sand up his nose only to be told about some she wolf and her stories of a giant wooden... thing... that carried other things and beasts across water before ultimately disappearing. Was hard to believe words when there wasn't much proof besides a plank he brought back.

Still, the idea kind of tickled his fancy. Being a wolf born into a family of fishers, water was more a kin than enemy.

But now they were on the hunt for something bigger, something that flew and ruled the skies on powerful wings, with large talons and nests made of bones of wars past.Piranha snorted. It sounded silly but also quite amazing. For a moment he pictured himself resting on the bones of his enemies, lined with a never ending supply of fish. His tongue darted across his muzzle at the thought. When had he last eaten? Shaking himself, he set off towards the Waylands and towards the Redwoods. He peered curiously at the dying trees, their twisting roots and limbs crying for help for help that would never come. He noted how some seemed as if frozen in mid flee and he cracked a smirk though it faded quickly. This was most definitely not a place he'd want to linger long. Too dry and not enough water for the fish born wolf.

His eyes were drawn towards the sky at first, trying to spot any sort of sign this beast Kale spoke of did indeed raid the airways above. His green gaze was growing weary trying to find any kind of sign and he was about to give up when his nose, and hunger, alerted him towards something else. Something more rooted and less above him. As his nose led him towards the scent of flesh he began to notice patterns akin to that of hooves. A deer perhaps, or pony? Or something else all together, he couldn't quite tell. It was obviously a scuffle of some sort, this hooved being trying to get away from something.

A large bird perhaps?

"What good does this do me though...." he growled a moment until a pang in his stomach reminded him of the scent that lured him close. A limb, severed from its host, but a limb none the less. There it lay, bloody and tempting but otherwise unsupervised. Padding up to it he nosed it, trying hard to resist the urge to gobble it down. Normally, a meal like this wouldn't really tempt him but he was going off an empty stomach and days of monster hunting. Right now a bite of goat, or whatever this was, was quite welcoming. Still, he was supposed to return with some sort of proof right?

Growling again, Piranha shook his head and scooped the leg into his mouth, trying his best to ignore the temptation as the sweet, tangy crimson liquid dripped down his throat. Snorting, his paws moved quickly to carry him back towards Kale and show him what he had found. Something had a nice meal, and that something was not him. Whatever it was... Piranha was jealous.

 

[Pijrrh]

The she-wolf sighed resignedly as she traveled once more, this time into the northern Waylands. If she had known this wasn’t a one-time thing, Dreams of Amber Starlight probably never would have agreed to help the strange berserker. She’d wanted /something/ new in her life, not a permanent whole new nomadic lifestyle. But, she hasn’t found anything that made her want to quit these somewhat-ridiculous assignments Kale Greenleaf kept giving her, so she decided as long as she didn’t know what she wanted to do next, she would keep doing them. Maybe she’d run into the love of her life along the way, maybe she’d find a profession that filled her with passion and vigor, maybe she’d make a best friend or have a fling and some children, anything was possible. And at the very least, at least she was getting to travel… first the ocean, and now the mountains. Her rich brown fur was dulled by the dust and grime stirred up by traversing the dry clay mountains, rendering her more reddish-grey than anything. She’d entered the Forest Ruins a few days before and did not like the aura that surrounded her. Amber’s senses were constantly on high alert, her fur raised and her ears back, ready to react. The entire place was spooky and unearthly, a bit creepy and definitely more lifeless and desolate than any place had any right to be. She could not wait to find the evidence she’d been sent to find and get out of here before danger befell her.
She knew she was looking for something from a bird rumored to be a gargantuan beast, but she could hardly believe something so large truly existed. She glanced up and down, scanning the unnatural, dying trees as she padded cautiously through the decay that surrounded her. Amber did not want to be here any longer than absolutely necessary, and she was getting a little desperate to find the evidence already. Days in this environment were starting to take a toll on her and she was losing her motivation to finish the job. As she courted the idea of giving up and returning empty handed, she spotted something enormous in a tree. It appeared to be a piece of a bird nail, but it was just so *big*. She looked up at it, annoyance plain across her face. How was she going to get that thing down, let alone drag it ALL the way back home? Amber flicked her ears and sat down, pondering, before making a decision. She climbed up into the tree and pushed down on the fragment of talon from above, dislodging it. The talon crashed to the ground and she lept from branch to branch until she too was back with paws on the earth. Up close she could see the talon had a bit of skin and fur attached, and although it was old, she could still faintly smell wolf on it. Her ears flattened, her posture defensive. Amber grabbed the other end of the talon and dragged it behind her, searching for materials to make a travois to drag behind her.  

[Kellswolves]

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