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Seaki rolled 5 4-sided dice:
2, 1, 2, 1, 1
Total: 7 (5-20)
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 Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2021 10:57 am
 The morning started in a bleak and dreary rain, which had tapered off into a humid afternoon. Hvitto was irritable, to say the least. His fur clung to his body in an unpleasant way, and his mane was limp and heavy upon his head.
Dipping into the cool water of the beaches only served to cool him for the few moments, but the droplets of water never dried, leaving him more miserable and bogged down. He was sure to snap at any passing individual, and so he made his way further inland.
If another Freeborn or Reaver was not ready for a duel, then perhaps someone had come to join the pride and he could take out his anger on them. He was aching for a battle that would soothe his mood.
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Jovi of Shadows rolled 5 4-sided dice:
3, 3, 3, 3, 2
Total: 14 (5-20)
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2021 10:16 am
Seaki ((Throwing Don into this. xD I've missed this boy.))  It had been several months since his return from his last viking, but the large captain was already feeling the pull for more adventure. Over the years he'd been spending more and more time out a-viking with his band, and less and less in actually stormborn territory. He didn't dislike his home, far from it, but he craved violence. Sparring could only do so much to release such pent up energy, and he truly did not wish to unleash his cruelty upon his fellow stormborn; but, there was a hunger inside of him. A hunger that craved the feeling of torn flesh under his claws and the scent of fresh blood in his nostrils. He wanted to hurt someone, and he wanted to feel their bones break in his jaws. Such things should not be done to one's own pride, so Don kept himself in check whenever he was home. It was growing increasingly difficult the longer he stayed, and soon he would need to leave with his band once again. He didn't know how much longer he could keep his fur from bristling at this pent up need to do harm.
For now, he would do what he could to keep himself under control, and thus far the only thing that seemed to help was sparring. The pale-faced captain was on his way to the sparring sands, his ruby eyes cold with menace and his lips pulling back into a silent snarl. His mind was solely focused on his need to inflict violence, even in the smallest amount that a spar would allow him to do, but it would be enough to hold himself in check. He would need to leave again soon, he knew it. Without much mind to who may be around or in who's way he may be stepping, the golden captain continued with purposeful strides and ruby eyes transfixed on his destination. The lowest of growls escaped his throat as easily as breathing, and he hardly noticed the pale blue lion he simply stepped out in front of, maybe even brushed past, and ignored. The sooner he got to the sparring grounds, the better.
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