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SKILL : WARLORD ( 2 / 5 )
Rolling 1d5: 4
He was not Alder and he did not know the Elysium wolf, but had he taken the time to dissect her scent, he might have recognized her as being from Elysium. As it was, he tried not to focus on her scent at all, actually.
Something about his opponent struck him as... odd.
The though occurred to him when she screeched into the heavens with a song she clearly thought was melodious, but was more akin to nails on chalkboard in the lion's ears.
Perhaps it was the fountain of drool dripping from her black jowls or maybe the complete autonomy her eyes seemed to have, working independently. As it turned out, it was all of the above and more.
His teeth found purchase on her scruff, but not before she lurched into motion attempting to latch onto his ankles. The dark-furred wolf thrashed in his grip, her own teeth nipping at his legs as he hauled her front quarters up and away from them. Shiloh attempted to keep his hold on her scruff amid her squirming as he made to shake her, hoping it might quiet her feral demeanor.
Something about his opponent struck him as... odd.
The though occurred to him when she screeched into the heavens with a song she clearly thought was melodious, but was more akin to nails on chalkboard in the lion's ears.
Perhaps it was the fountain of drool dripping from her black jowls or maybe the complete autonomy her eyes seemed to have, working independently. As it turned out, it was all of the above and more.
His teeth found purchase on her scruff, but not before she lurched into motion attempting to latch onto his ankles. The dark-furred wolf thrashed in his grip, her own teeth nipping at his legs as he hauled her front quarters up and away from them. Shiloh attempted to keep his hold on her scruff amid her squirming as he made to shake her, hoping it might quiet her feral demeanor.
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