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[Tara Kenja]

Time Stamp: Fall 85th, 514 A.V

It had to be early in the morning. Tara had a very, very long night of failure and disappointment. It consisted of relying on small berries that did not quench her appetite at the very least. She was starting to fail at even hunting. Something that was meant to be natural to such a predator. Maybe all she needed was time to grasp the skill and way of life.

Large paws twitched as the tigress dreamt of tracking a small deer. There was the sound of faint chants as she got even closer to the deer. They would progressively grow louder with ever few paw steps. Laying on her back her paws were up right and balanced on her soft underbelly. The hay and shavings beneath her body was warm. Her fur was starting to grow thicker with every passing day.

Before long Winter would be upon them and her fur would come in handing. Though it certainly looked as though it placed more than a few pounds on her body. Thick feathering begun to spout right above her paws and through her padding. Not only would they layers protect from the cold it would also create somewhat density against weapons of certain strengths. But not by much. There were a few chuffs coming from deep within her throat.

The dream that played out in her head was all that was on her mind. Her heart raced with excitement. Tara leaped onto the deer and sunk her massive incisors into it's flesh. It was almost as if she could taste it now. Upon waking up, she released a thick growl. Which was stopped short when she jolted from her bedding.

Her large chest heaved up and down along with her pulse. Flattening her large eyes to the back of her skull Tara curled back down in her bed. Her long tail slowly moved behind her. Eventually it too curled around her hind leg but the end remained twitching. Placing her head down on her paws Tara released yet another sound to convey her many emotions.

One of which was discomfort. It came out as a low moan, she could not go back to sleep. As much as the Kelvic tried, her eyes would not remain closed. Naturally she preformed better at night and she could use the sleep to her advantages but something was keeping the mammal awake. Her eyes focused themselves on the entrance of her den. The colorful leaves floated above the water's surface. It was rather beautiful this time of year in her opinion. For the time being it was silent other than the soft swaying of tree's leaves.

[Markus Andres]

Kvist handed over the coins. Exact amount of coins for once. To the shopkeeper, he had been warned about his Syliran habits enough times to pay close heed to how much he paid to everyone. In more civilized cities he had paid the amount plus whatever else his pouch had contained when he had made the purchase. It made everyone the more pleased to have him as their customer and it guaranteed better service. In Sunberth... Not so much. Rumours spread quickly and anyone who paid overprice were targets. He didn't mind it so much on himself... But by extension S'Essy was a target and that he could not accept. The knight looked at his purchase as he left the city. A rope. For some absurd reason the shop owner would not relinquish less than fifty meters of rope. Even though he had argued for less he had not been able to buy less. It had been rather absurd for the knight to realize such an adamant will behind a salesman. In the end the knight had been forced to give up and merely bought the full length of the rope. The next place had been a farm which had survived the bandits. That was where he found the live pair of hen. A surprisingly large and seemingly well-fed hen that he had bought for almost no money at all. A single gold piece and two copper pieces. Kvist had been quite surprised that the fifty feet long rope had cost many times more than the hen. In the end he had chosen not to say anything as he left the city in his full gear. A hen placed in his backpack. Both feet tied together the best he could. The knight may have originated from a city known for its navy, but that didn't mean the man had ever learnt the basics of seamanship.

The trek across the forest was mired with the usual caution from the knight. Bandits and wildlife were equally likely to be out hunting for the people moving around on their own. He wore the heavy chainmail and gambeson underneath, so he felt quite secure in his armour. He had his Peacekeeper and dagger with him as well. Over his shoulder he had thrown the quiver and in his right hand he carried his bow. Just in case the tiger was less friendly on this particular day. Though he didn't think Tara would actually attack him... Though he wasn't entirely sure, especially after his little prank.

It was easier than he thought to find his way back to the cave. Sitting across from the opening he glanced in there. He didn't see her beautiful fur out there or about. Nor did he see her hiding out in the bushes. Kvist slowly made his way around the edge of the valley. Trying to get to above the cave. He climbed down a little and got the chicken from his backpack. Released the knot from one of the legs and tied it on the other leg. If he had been a little less suicidal he would have brought a pole to hammer down the rope to give the chicken more range. Would have been more fun, but no matter! He knew this would be awesome. He had always wanted to see a tiger in action! He made sure the rope was securely attached to the chicken's leg. Just as the chicken began to cluck. Kvist released the creature while holding on to the other end. The chicken flapped its wings and flew down on the ground. Kvist grabbed a couple of rocks and tossed them into the water below. The other hen he left in his backpack as a peace offer should the tiger be cross with him.

Now he only had to wait for the tiger to appear and amuse him.
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Ledger50 feet rope - 1 GM
2 live hen: 4 cm.
total: 1 gm and 4 cm.

[Tara Kenja]

Immediately her ears twitched to the new sound of a.. chicken? Not to mention the rocks that struck her motionless pond frightened her. She could not think of any reason at the time why such an animal would be in the woods. Let alone how did it get here alive? Well it came to the wrong place. A starving tigress awaited in her den for something to sink her teeth in.

Quickly she uncurled her body and got up. Her long strides indicated that she was ready to stalk her prey. Tara began to grow suspicious. There was no doubt in her mind there was something up. Though she had not had news of bandits going this deep into the wilds. Yet there was no telling what those savage men and woman were capable in a time like this.

Her lengthy tail swished behind her the closer she moved towards the plump bird. She could taste it's blood now, as soon as she could get her claws on it she'd practically eat it alive. Maybe it was the hunger running deep within her veins that blinded her eyes but she did not take note of the rope tied around it's body. Her large head emerged from the depths of her rock sanctuary. Black and white twitched, this chicken was almost clueless to what was going to happen around it. In a few ticks or so a tiger would leap upon it and tear it's feather mass to shreds, almost devouring it on the spot.

She was quick, her claws and teeth acting furiously at the same time. Long stripped legs carried he r out of her hiding and into the open air. Tara's long fur moved slower than her actually actions. The mass made it seem like her size was larger than it had previously been. Her strong muscles flex themselves as she silenced the squawking hen. As her claws sunk into the chicken she brought it up her mouth and clenched down on it.

The soft blood entering her mouth, her taste buds were so poor that it tasted almost sour. Tousling with it for a moment she flopped on her back and rolled with it. She could now feel the rope wrapping around her body. Back feet chicken at the now deceased mammal, Tara began to snap back to reality. Than it became a growing painful squeeze. There was a loud roar emitting from her mouth as she released the chicken.

It's lifeless body spilled blood on the pebbles beneath her. Who or what ever had her in their grasps. She wasn't going down without a fight. Struggling to get back on her paws she yanked the rope forward with much trouble. Whatever it was attached to had to weigh almost as much as her tigress form.