izillama
First Post
I'm going to assume that I won the initiation roll. Here I go!
Clover felt like a trapped animal. Lethal and fanged. Ready to defend herself.
The rusted lock turned. She heard it scrape. Grind open.
Then...
Clover heard a horrible sound escape her lips. The declawed kitten, innocent and non-lethal as she was, was prepared to defend herself and fend off predators at all costs!
"Grrrrrwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!"
Clover lunged forward, sharp, perfectly manicured fingernails extended towards the officer's throat. Bloodshot eyes staring him down like a meal. Fangs, dripping saliva and visibly sharp, closing in dangerously close to his face.
Clover hadn't meant to hurt him.
She had only wanted to scare him.
But the rush of the situation, the terror in his eyes...
'Oh no...'
Her fingernails caught him in both shoulders, scratching feebly at his skin, yet drawing a small line of blood...
1d20+3 → [20,3] = (23)
Grapple (I know this is after the fact *sweatdrop*)
Clover felt like a trapped animal. Lethal and fanged. Ready to defend herself.
The rusted lock turned. She heard it scrape. Grind open.
Then...
'DON'T THINK!'The Officer opens the door to Clover's stall and gasps at the sight of Clover not expecting to see anyone in the stall. He is a tall blond-haired man who looks like he is in his early thirties. He is slightly built. His blue eyes open wide at the sight of Clover and he instinctively reaches for the club at his waist.
Clover heard a horrible sound escape her lips. The declawed kitten, innocent and non-lethal as she was, was prepared to defend herself and fend off predators at all costs!
"Grrrrrwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!"
Clover lunged forward, sharp, perfectly manicured fingernails extended towards the officer's throat. Bloodshot eyes staring him down like a meal. Fangs, dripping saliva and visibly sharp, closing in dangerously close to his face.
Clover hadn't meant to hurt him.
She had only wanted to scare him.
But the rush of the situation, the terror in his eyes...
'Oh no...'
Her fingernails caught him in both shoulders, scratching feebly at his skin, yet drawing a small line of blood...
1d20+3 → [20,3] = (23)
Grapple (I know this is after the fact *sweatdrop*)
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