Dog Days
Sept 30, 2016 1:43:00 GMT -7
Post by She of the Mighty Bow-Gun on Sept 30, 2016 1:43:00 GMT -7
Animal Empathy (Dog)
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A character with this skill has insight into a creature's emotions.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A character with this skill has insight into a creature's emotions—to determine if it is hungry, frightened, maddened, defensive and so on. They can show it that they desire friendship or enmity. This skill can placate angry animals or taunt them into attacking her, as she sees fit. A succeeded skill check can move the animal's reaction one step positive resulting in it either not attacking or possibly allowing the character to approach it. The list below gives examples of Difficulty and the character can emphasize with.
Trivial - Docile domestic beast
Easy - Domestic animal (dog, cow)
Average - Docile non-domestic animal (deer, etc.)
Difficult - Docile, wild beast
Very Difficult - Wild, hostile beast (bear, panther, etc.)
Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
0/10
Krogger flew high overhead, screeching down at her which she scowled something back up at him, damn bird. On the ground she whipped through the dunes on her Rideback, riflebow on her back with a gargantuan bow set and a few exploding arrows of various kinds, from dragon fire to intangible mists. On the back of her rideback was an injured dog the eagle had found and nearly ate at one point if not for Claire stepping in at the last possible minute. Th dog was wrapped up in her cloak, the regal purple and blue hoodie, a terrible sound of something akin to a dying moose or something coming from it as they sped off through the town. "I don't know what it is you need little guy..." She mumbled down at him, brows knit with a concern that tore at her insides.
Plumes of dust shot up behind them as she raced from the gates towards the clinic, cutting sharp corners and blaring down byways and nearly running over at least seven old ladies on the way. The shadow of the eagle overhead dipped away and a scowl crossed her features, "Come on man, really?" Mood ass bird, still mad she'd taken his meal away despite the fact she had gotten him a tasty couple of rabbits. The dog howled again and she craned her head back to look at him, "Hey man, I'm rushing, I promise." Did dogs understand common tongue to some extent? When she looked back the whole world came to a grinding halt and her heart jumped into her throat. Her rideback crashed up against a jagged wall, ejecting her, the dog and all the rideback's contents into the steep drop that was just on the other side of it, several dozen feet.
"Hrk!" The lights in the sky went dim but the pitiful sound of the dog kept her mind awake, screaming to open her eyes, pouring a raw stream of adrenaline into her veins to wake her out of the stupor. By the time Claire got her eyes open she was on her third cartwheel and was quickly spiraling into a violent free fall, her cloak unraveling and the dog flipping spread eagle through the air. "Fuck!" Her mind ran a million miles a minutes, looking from the walls of the strangely rounded building, to the dog and her cloak flipping through the air. "I've got you! I-I promise!" The ground was rushing up fast and though she was sure she'd suffer made a few scrapes and bruises the dog wasn't a ninja. "Hang on, just..." She reached for her loaded pistol bow and took aim.
This dog, jesus christ this dog, looked at her and the weapon, then back to her again and she could almost feel the fear and scrutiny in it's gaze. The one she shot back was just natural, instinct and second nature, an unspoken 'Trust me' as she took aim and just fired into the cloak before it got too far away. A loud yelp cut through the air as the cloak flew at the dog, bundling it up in a tangle of limbs and struck the high side of a building where the curve was more a flat surface. She herself? Not so lucky. She hit the ground on her heels, bent and rolled, starting off good but the momentum carried her right along till she smashed the side of her head against the building she'd pinned the dog to, rattling the fluid of her inner ear.
"Christ Almighty..." She groaned after a shocked moment of silence, shuddering roughly as she fought to get to her feet, vision teetering in and out from normal to triple, to double and then normal again. Looking up hurt, the bright rays of the sun sent a splitting pain down into the right side of her head. The bundled sack of dog squirmed overhead and she staggered to her feet, bleary eyed, both hands on the walls. "Hey, haha, I told you little guy." The left side of her gums leaked a sheen of blood along her teeth and into the inside of her cheek. It took some fighting to wrench the bolt free and send the dog tumbling into her arms who immediately began licking her face. It made her smile. Something right finally, after all the failures these past months, at least she could save a dog. "Gotta have a little trust in us humans, we're not all bad..." What started off as a quick flutter of lids turned into a 'Long Blink' as she teetered over onto a pile of wooden racks, nearly passed out with a concussion...
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A character with this skill has insight into a creature's emotions.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A character with this skill has insight into a creature's emotions—to determine if it is hungry, frightened, maddened, defensive and so on. They can show it that they desire friendship or enmity. This skill can placate angry animals or taunt them into attacking her, as she sees fit. A succeeded skill check can move the animal's reaction one step positive resulting in it either not attacking or possibly allowing the character to approach it. The list below gives examples of Difficulty and the character can emphasize with.
Trivial - Docile domestic beast
Easy - Domestic animal (dog, cow)
Average - Docile non-domestic animal (deer, etc.)
Difficult - Docile, wild beast
Very Difficult - Wild, hostile beast (bear, panther, etc.)
Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
0/10
Krogger flew high overhead, screeching down at her which she scowled something back up at him, damn bird. On the ground she whipped through the dunes on her Rideback, riflebow on her back with a gargantuan bow set and a few exploding arrows of various kinds, from dragon fire to intangible mists. On the back of her rideback was an injured dog the eagle had found and nearly ate at one point if not for Claire stepping in at the last possible minute. Th dog was wrapped up in her cloak, the regal purple and blue hoodie, a terrible sound of something akin to a dying moose or something coming from it as they sped off through the town. "I don't know what it is you need little guy..." She mumbled down at him, brows knit with a concern that tore at her insides.
Plumes of dust shot up behind them as she raced from the gates towards the clinic, cutting sharp corners and blaring down byways and nearly running over at least seven old ladies on the way. The shadow of the eagle overhead dipped away and a scowl crossed her features, "Come on man, really?" Mood ass bird, still mad she'd taken his meal away despite the fact she had gotten him a tasty couple of rabbits. The dog howled again and she craned her head back to look at him, "Hey man, I'm rushing, I promise." Did dogs understand common tongue to some extent? When she looked back the whole world came to a grinding halt and her heart jumped into her throat. Her rideback crashed up against a jagged wall, ejecting her, the dog and all the rideback's contents into the steep drop that was just on the other side of it, several dozen feet.
"Hrk!" The lights in the sky went dim but the pitiful sound of the dog kept her mind awake, screaming to open her eyes, pouring a raw stream of adrenaline into her veins to wake her out of the stupor. By the time Claire got her eyes open she was on her third cartwheel and was quickly spiraling into a violent free fall, her cloak unraveling and the dog flipping spread eagle through the air. "Fuck!" Her mind ran a million miles a minutes, looking from the walls of the strangely rounded building, to the dog and her cloak flipping through the air. "I've got you! I-I promise!" The ground was rushing up fast and though she was sure she'd suffer made a few scrapes and bruises the dog wasn't a ninja. "Hang on, just..." She reached for her loaded pistol bow and took aim.
This dog, jesus christ this dog, looked at her and the weapon, then back to her again and she could almost feel the fear and scrutiny in it's gaze. The one she shot back was just natural, instinct and second nature, an unspoken 'Trust me' as she took aim and just fired into the cloak before it got too far away. A loud yelp cut through the air as the cloak flew at the dog, bundling it up in a tangle of limbs and struck the high side of a building where the curve was more a flat surface. She herself? Not so lucky. She hit the ground on her heels, bent and rolled, starting off good but the momentum carried her right along till she smashed the side of her head against the building she'd pinned the dog to, rattling the fluid of her inner ear.
"Christ Almighty..." She groaned after a shocked moment of silence, shuddering roughly as she fought to get to her feet, vision teetering in and out from normal to triple, to double and then normal again. Looking up hurt, the bright rays of the sun sent a splitting pain down into the right side of her head. The bundled sack of dog squirmed overhead and she staggered to her feet, bleary eyed, both hands on the walls. "Hey, haha, I told you little guy." The left side of her gums leaked a sheen of blood along her teeth and into the inside of her cheek. It took some fighting to wrench the bolt free and send the dog tumbling into her arms who immediately began licking her face. It made her smile. Something right finally, after all the failures these past months, at least she could save a dog. "Gotta have a little trust in us humans, we're not all bad..." What started off as a quick flutter of lids turned into a 'Long Blink' as she teetered over onto a pile of wooden racks, nearly passed out with a concussion...