01-24-2023, 03:02 AM
Already, Vargulf could sense the growing pangs of hunger stiffen at his belly. The greedy claws of starvation raked at his sides as each contraction shifted and squeezed against his abdomen. The talk of food did nothing but encourage such cravings to grow wilder, more ravenous against the emptiness in his gut. In fact, he nearly whined against the sensation, and he would’ve, if Odette hadn’t spoken up.
Greedy eyes shifted towards the pretty Princess as she spoke, claiming that Princesses did not hunt for themselves. Did that mean—
He stared for a moment longer as though weighing the options that lied in front of him.
The scent of food lingered, warm and familiar, as his nose twitched against the stale air. He knew that animal. Recognized its scent. But past his better judgement lied an ache, a longing for something juicy and tender and sweet.
He needed to sink his teeth into something and soon.
There was an unintelligible grumble of words that came from the voice inside him. It spoke in a low, hushed tone, aggrieved and ungrateful and far too scrambled to discern its words. But that wasn’t so, Vargulf thought as he reasoned with the voice. If anything, Vargulf would get the first bite, no?
The beast nodded, uncaring of the consequences and far too ensnared with the prospect of food. “Vargulf gets first bite.”
He pushed forward, following the scent as though spellbound.
The cave was dark, but the smell of his spoils were no match for Vargulf’s nose. Meters away lied a skunk, its nails scratching against the cool-toned earth of the cave. It ambled aimlessly in the darkness, no doubt looking for the same exit the pair of them had entered through. But alas, the labyrinth of the cave would be its final resting place, Vargulf thought, before it entered his belly.
The man moved, following his nose as quick and agile as he could be. And without wasting a moment, the man lunged. He hoped that his quick feet and skilled sense of smell would allow him to make quick work of the meal in front of him.
Greedy eyes shifted towards the pretty Princess as she spoke, claiming that Princesses did not hunt for themselves. Did that mean—
He stared for a moment longer as though weighing the options that lied in front of him.
The scent of food lingered, warm and familiar, as his nose twitched against the stale air. He knew that animal. Recognized its scent. But past his better judgement lied an ache, a longing for something juicy and tender and sweet.
He needed to sink his teeth into something and soon.
There was an unintelligible grumble of words that came from the voice inside him. It spoke in a low, hushed tone, aggrieved and ungrateful and far too scrambled to discern its words. But that wasn’t so, Vargulf thought as he reasoned with the voice. If anything, Vargulf would get the first bite, no?
The beast nodded, uncaring of the consequences and far too ensnared with the prospect of food. “Vargulf gets first bite.”
He pushed forward, following the scent as though spellbound.
The cave was dark, but the smell of his spoils were no match for Vargulf’s nose. Meters away lied a skunk, its nails scratching against the cool-toned earth of the cave. It ambled aimlessly in the darkness, no doubt looking for the same exit the pair of them had entered through. But alas, the labyrinth of the cave would be its final resting place, Vargulf thought, before it entered his belly.
The man moved, following his nose as quick and agile as he could be. And without wasting a moment, the man lunged. He hoped that his quick feet and skilled sense of smell would allow him to make quick work of the meal in front of him.
Agility roll [roll=1d20+3]
// any type of failure he misses the skunk and gets sprayed, barely success he clips the skunk and does not get sprayed but the skunk runs, and success/crit success he does not get sprayed and he gets hold of the skunk