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[Mirahil Pass] A Sorry Sight (Bob)

Postby Kalina on December 27th, 2013, 5:16 pm

12th Day of Winter, 513AV

Once again, the scent of deer had been lost; though Kalina had tried so hard to keep her nose close to the ground, and keep close to the scent of the deer. Since her fist sighting of one back in the Wildlands, when she and the rest of her party were travelling from Ravok to Nyka, she had been desperate to spy another, and possibly even catch one. This time, though, she had not seen one, only smelt it.

The ocelot glances up, and cranes her neck around to look behind her. Down the steep hill she had climbed up to get away from the city, she could see the city of Zeltiva, it's high buildings and rooves just below her. Having been so intent on the trail, Kalina hadn't realised how far she had climbed, despite the warning her owner had given her to not venture too far.

This not far, though, the ocelot tries to convince herself, I can still see Sel-va. And I not a baby, don't need looking after like Master thinks. And this was true, to an extent; as a human, the Kelvic appeared little more than a child. But, as an ocelot, Kalina was now almost fully grown - soon she would no longer be able to be described as a kitten. At five seasons old, she was physically more than capable of handling herself, though some of that might have been the over-confidence forcing its way through.

Despite the fact that she had decided to ignore her owner's wishes, the young Kelvic doubles back on herself, intent of finding the scent she had previously been following. Mere chimes later, she has once again come across the scent for which she had been searching.

Predatory instinct takes over the Kelvic, stripping the humanity away from the girl. This time, she would not fail. The scent is still strong, not like some of the others she had followed in the Wildlands. That told her that the deer had recently been here, and couldn't be much farther ahead. Her stomach drops to the ground as she traces it, her slit pupils dilating in the sudden desire for her prey.

Her paw steps are slow, deliberate and silent.
Remember last time, remember when you jumped too soon. Her better-than-perfect-eyesight could see something in the near distance, something that looks out of place amongst the bushes and foliage.

A low, feral growl escapes her as she continues to creep forward, using the almost leafless bushes as cover; her spotted fur making perfect camouflage. Kalina is silent enough that the deer still has no idea of the approaching enemy. She begins salivating, now desperate for the deer in front of her. A few steps more and she notices the antlers. Kalina pauses in a moment of confusion; not all deer had the pointy things in their heads. Her nose hits the ground again, and she takes a deep breath; yes, it smelt the same as the last one. After what feels like countless bells, she finally decides that she is close enough.

She crouches further down, but in that instant, her back paw, which has most of her weight on it, breaks a dried up twig. The buck startles. Kalina leaps.

The chase does not last for long; the ocelot was close enough to keep up, and she was faster. But, with her final leap, the buck stops and spins, his antlers catching Kalina in her side. The ocelot sees nothing more of the deer as she hits the ground.

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[Mirahil Pass] A Sorry Sight (Bob)

Postby Bob Barton on February 27th, 2014, 5:07 pm

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One problem with being a vet, heck even owning an animal of his own was that Bob was responsible in taking care of them. This pet of his now? It has been with Bob for seasons and the only reason why Jinsen was still around was because it showed Bob some degree of loyalty that was still acceptable. The mutt probably even saved him a few times. Truly Bob has trained Jinsen well ever since he got the dog back in Sunberth but there was only a problem. Actually many problems but right now there was only one real big problem in his mind which he was going to shout right now. Probably at its source.

Bob could not understand Jinsen at all. "Why The Hell...Must You Come...All This Way...To Take A Crap?!?" They were nearing the city limits of Zeltiva and with a few more steps they would already be in the Wildlands. Jinsen should understand this. Bob tried, he really did try to train the dog to do its dirty business inside the city. Definitely not in his house but within the limits of the city which promises security and safety from the other animals in the Wildlands. Why he just tried to teach Jinsen again this very morning before he left the house. As always, finding a suitable spot neaby and barely dragging the dog there by leash. As if that wasn't physically tiresome on its own, Bob still had to position the dog pulling limbs, pushing away body parts and just...trying... All the while barely succeeding in trying to remain calm and composed as he instructed the dog in a softspoken voice so that it wouldn't get excited and run away.

It even went as far as Bob using hypnotism on the dog in frustration. Seasons ago he left it at a mild suggestion or two days apart hoping that Jinsen will come to the right conclusion on its own. Sometime during the recent autumn, Bob started being a bit more aggressive in taking it up to thoughts but he probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed or something because he got more physical today. More than he knew he should when it comes to the animals he was used to working with but this was Jinsen. His Jinsen that is really getting to his head. Not some random beast being brought in for medical attention he was forced to treat like some precious family member that would cause a shitstorm if anything unfortunate happened during the sensitive task of fixing them up he has to succeed in since failing would be, not good at all.

The Jinsen situation must have really effected Bob because he strayed from his comfort zone in using hypnotism. Dipping his fingers in some ink, Bob rubbed them around his eyes as if he was trying to alleviate the headache Jinsen was giving him. That was actually true but as his fingers went round, a circle began to form. A circle that he would use as his focus to slowly draw his djed towards his eyes, as opposed to his mouth which was his usual tool because it was too busy taking in quick and short breaths after the earlier attempts at arranging the dog. Maybe Jinsen felt that its owner was becoming erratic too because it tried to move away but Bob held it fast as he stared into it, more djed coming into his eyes as his breaths became a lot more sharper until "SHIT!" he shouted. At the same time releasing the djed he accumulated from his eyes into Jinsen's to provide the image of what he wanted. Jinsen. Pooping. On ground. The shout or maybe the flash had an effect but it probably wasn't what Bob wanted because Jinsen broke off and started running. Bob completely forgot about not getting his dog excited.

And that was why Bob was in the Wildlands just to watch his dog doing its dirty business right where it always has. Tapping his foot impatiently he asked in a voice full of authority "are you happy now? Can we leave?" before he gestured in expectation for the dog to follow but what happens? Despite Bob following the book of doing everything to be the one in control, Jinsen darted off further into the Wildlands. Bob was tired but he gave the chase with a fast walk, no longer being able to bend his left leg as much as he would like to. Not without pain and discomfort anyway. Something that Jinsen really is not worth for Bob any longer. Finally catching up to Jinsen long after the dog reached its destination, he asked with curiosity which replaced his frustrations "what do we have here?" It kind of looked like a cat which explained Jinsen's excited barking although it was nothing Bob ever saw before. Curious he used his cane to lightly prod it to make sure it was dead before deciding to go closer and look it over more.
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Postby Kalina on March 10th, 2014, 6:01 pm

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The ocelot lay there, eyes closed and unmoving. Her ragged breathing, which forced her rib age up and down in unnatural, uneven bursts, was the only sign of life. On her left side, which was facing the clouded sky, just under her hip, her normally grey and black spotted fur was soaked with crimson fluid: clearly blood. To a trained eye, it was clear that the gash was more superficial that anything; no bones were broken (though they were likely bruised from her fall), and the deer's antler had not pierced and major arteries or veins. What flow of blood there was was already appearing to slow, and the area around the wound was beginning to congeal. Though Kalina was in pain, the shock of missing her target and being flung to the hard, uneven ground was what shocked her, causing the pain to appear more than it was.

The deer had obviously fled the moment Kalina had fell to the ground, but from the ground, the ocelot's nose picked up the scent of blood that she knew was not hers. She could smell it mixed in with the musk of the woodland ground, and she could smell it on the hardening fluid at the base of her claws. As she listened to the rustle of dead leaves on the ground, and the high-pitched chirps of birds that had remained here for the winter, it didn't take her long to conclude that her paw had likely caught her prey, and her claws had pierced its skin. Idly, it occurred to her that, were she to get up, she could attempt to track the beast. If she did it soon, and if the wound on the deer was deep enough, she child follow the trail of blood that it felt behind, and hopefully reach it before some other creature did.

But the grey ocelot kitten did not move, though her breathing began to return to a more regular pace. The pain, which had originally started as a flash of searing, sharp pain in her lower abdomen, began to subside into a dull throb. What had started as a very localised distinct agony, spread further across her body and down her back left leg into an ache, but she was still not ready to move yet. Not long out of the Kelvic Research Institute, or out of Ravok, Kalina was still very much a novice at hunting and had only managed to catch smaller prey. This had been her first attempt at something more substantial and, up until now, the ignorant Kelvic had viewed herself as nigh on invincible. It was the shock that she was mortal, more than anything else, that kept her prone.

Dimly, she felt something prod lightly at her side. The stuck, or whatever it was, did not land close to the sure of the wound, but the ache was so general no paw that she wasn't sure what hurt in particular now. Her eyes shot open and she mewled loudly in protest: the sound came out more guttural than intended, close to a growl, though it was clearly an expression of pain. Other than detracting her front claws and shifting her injured leg, though, she doesn't move.
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Postby Bob Barton on March 14th, 2014, 11:22 am

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Hearing the cat's mewling, Bob said excitedly "it looks like we have a live one over here Jinsen. Jinsen...?" His dog apparently did not share the same excitement as its master, taking the guttural sound as a sign of danger towards the two and backed away. Turning to look at his pet Bob saw the "pathetic mutt" slowly shuffling away. Although the "filthy coward" did not look away at least, Bob was not too happy and went after it and held it by the collar before dragging it back because "you're a dog, its a cat" which he believed meant Jinsen would have the upper hand eventhough the cat looked strange and bigger than the norm. He brought Jinsen close and forcefully sat it down, sternly telling it that "its your duty to protect your master" which Bob selfishly knew was himself. Turning the dog's head towards the cat and pushing it so it would not escape he told, no commanded the dog in the tone he used training it so that Jinsen would understand how serious he was, "so protect me!" before heading over to the cat.

Already the excited Bob was considering things. An animal he has never seen before like this? He was already counting how much mizas he could make from selling it. Of course he did not know the market in Zeltiva for anyone who would be interested in such a rare creature or a fair price to try he should work towards getting but that did not stop him from making his plans already, assuming the cat lived. His eyes was already looking over the animal to get an idea on what was going on. He voiced his thoughts aloud "maybe you're just hungry..." considering the sorry sight of the cat sprawled on the ground and looking weak for some reason. That being said he doubted it. It did not show any signs of something like malnutrition as he has seen from mistreated pets, especially the ones normally kept unfed in places like Sunberth to maintain their viciousness or when their owners preferred to save the mizas for themselves.

Fortunately with what his uncle has taught him he would be able to find out what he needed on his own, he hopes. After all, his uncle was making him start by treating animals before slowly working his way up to proper people for patients. This cat, whatever it was could just be another step to reaching that goal if nothing else but Bob was still a little cautious of it. Though he could see its somewhat weakened state being barely able to move itself let alone stand up, it might be just a trick to catch him off guard. It has happened to him before with the bastard mongrels in Sunberth and he was not going to get caught again. "Jinsen!" he said in a voice full of authority "stay!" One of the basic commands the dog was taught to follow. Hopefully taught well enough so that it would not try to escape again and abandon its master...

He stood by the ocelot and crouched to try and find what was wrong. Whatever it did, Bob would be keeping his distance at least where the animal's paws will not be able to reach him. Every so often he would stand up and change his location looking at the places he thinks are important based on what little his uncle has already taught him. Starting from before the ocelot face to face itself he would tell it as calmly as possible so it would not be startled "I'm not going to hurt you" while looking closely at its eyes, nose and teeth. Finding nothing more than what he assumed to he a healthy animal that is in pain he would continue going around towards the forelegs, the body and the tail not knowing what to look for except the obvious as the ocelot's fur will cover most things from him unless he decided to go closer. What could be more obvious than the patch of red over the ocelot's very own grey and black spotted fur? "Hmmm that explains things..." Bob said knowing at least that it was just a cut or something.

"Jinsen!" he hissed hoping that the dog remained alert as he got closer to the ocelot and, its injury but did not touch it. Instead he had his hand close to it. floating. Ready to just examine it or withdraw. In the gentlest voice he could try making he said"I'm going to take a look at it and see if I can do anything alright?" before moving his hand a little more closer waiting to see how the ocelot would react to him.
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[Mirahil Pass] A Sorry Sight (Bob)

Postby Neologism on June 9th, 2014, 1:52 pm

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Tracking +2 xp
Hunting +1 xp
Stealth +1 xp
Running +1 xp


Lores

➢ Tracking: A Strong Scent Means Your Prey Is Not Far
➢ Deer: Not All Of Them Have Antlers
➢ Deer Antlers Hurt
➢ You Aren't Ready To Hunt Bucks Yet


Injuries

A deep gash to your left rib: Antlers can actually harm you pretty bad if you come down on him from above. The gash should have taken half a bell to stop bleeding but that is a moot point by now. It would possibly need stitching and take a few days for the pain to go away but would not heal for another 15-30 days depending on how much you stress the wound. Its all done and over with now, but its just something to keep in mind when you write injuries like this. :)

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Sorry about not being able to finish the thread, that is always a bummer. I like your description of her hunt, it had good detail. Since I am a JrST, I need to get my grades approved before I can post them. I apologize for any late grades. If you find any problems or are concerned about anything, please let me know and we can work it out. :)
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