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VATHMOS
[ABBR=Spotted Hyena, Female]INFORMATION[/abbr] ROLEPLAYER [abbr=Bloodrager 5]MISC.[/abbr]
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Vathmos was getting tied of Snarl already. She'd been disrespected before, and normally she would fight them for dominance. She hadn't been disrespected like this in Tanglewood and she couldn't solve this problem with a simple bite to the throat. Snarl was higher up than her, and more importantly, Tanglewood would kick her out too. Then where would she go?
Maybe challenging her to a spar would be a safe alternative. Or, if Snarl would agree to it, Vathmos could challenge her to a formal fight and they could finally duke it out with eachother. She just wanted to fight the striped hyena already. Her thoughts were pulled away as Wormwood started speaking again, and Vathmos' ears perked to listen to him. "It's... a little complicated. Hyenas need eachother to survive, and anyone who says otherwise is already dead." These were facts of life. Most prey was too big to hunt alone, and hyenas were somewhere in the middle of the foodchain. They had to band together to overrun and outnumber prey and predator. That was the way. "I ran into two other tribes, but.... they didn't want me." The new scars on her neck proved as much. Specifically, she ran into two groups: Three Jaws and Al'Choraiv. Al'Choraiv's leader was a murderess. Vathmos was impressed by her, but when Ahrikvask saw her marks the chieftan had her bitten and run out of the area. The tribe didn't have any claim to land, being nomadic, so they ran her sufficiently far away from the tribe.
Maybe challenging her to a spar would be a safe alternative. Or, if Snarl would agree to it, Vathmos could challenge her to a formal fight and they could finally duke it out with eachother. She just wanted to fight the striped hyena already. Her thoughts were pulled away as Wormwood started speaking again, and Vathmos' ears perked to listen to him. "It's... a little complicated. Hyenas need eachother to survive, and anyone who says otherwise is already dead." These were facts of life. Most prey was too big to hunt alone, and hyenas were somewhere in the middle of the foodchain. They had to band together to overrun and outnumber prey and predator. That was the way. "I ran into two other tribes, but.... they didn't want me." The new scars on her neck proved as much. Specifically, she ran into two groups: Three Jaws and Al'Choraiv. Al'Choraiv's leader was a murderess. Vathmos was impressed by her, but when Ahrikvask saw her marks the chieftan had her bitten and run out of the area. The tribe didn't have any claim to land, being nomadic, so they ran her sufficiently far away from the tribe.
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