Character || Sebastien
Stage || Beast Charmer [2]
Battling || Janarim
Battle Stat || 37
Defense || 17
Roll Needed || 50-100
Rolled || 93
Outcome || Win
Experience earned || 48
It had been a solid few days of preparation. Sebastien had gone several times into the pens with different janarim, some fully trained and some rather unruly. He had studied their movements and sounds, tried to capture their body language and retain it to be used later. The dark-scaled janarim had haunted him, the way it spared him grievous wounds and ran off rather than attacking back. It was hurt, and a hurt animal was often more dangerous but could also be the most open if you could offer it help. So today Sebastien had returned, nearly a week since the last sighting of his target. Hopefully the beast still walked.
He had gone to the same rock ledge and sat there, waiting. It seemed an eternity before the creature arrived, moving more slowly this time. He watched its sides heave as he began down the side to approach. This time the janarim barely regarded him. It didn't startle, but it didn't attack either. He came within ten feet and then stopped.
"Hello again," he said to the beast, "You don't look so well."
The janarim began to rumble, coming toward him in a manner that did not necessarily denote an attack. Its head was now lowered threateningly with nose parallel to the ground, but more so the creature leaned forward and peered at him over its nose. This may be even simpler than Sebastien had thought. A rope already sat looped around his non-dominant arm, pre-tied into a lasso, and the young Charmer stood his ground. Others may not be surprised. Sebastien had been informed more than once that his confidence might be his downfall.
wc: 276
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