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Description Species: Biolumi
Owned by: ReapersMenagerie  
ID: 001
Name: One
Age: 10 years
Personality: One is always wandering. He cannot sit in one place too long. He prefers to be alone and is not very talkative or social for that matter. He seems wise beyond his years, often stopping by those with troubles to help them with sage advice before disappearing. 




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ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-04 17:33:18 +0000 UTC]

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-10 22:33:06 +0000 UTC]

Bloody Snow Angels- One's Polar Bear Hunt   The cold bit into his skin like he had no fur. One shook himself hard to dislodge the snowflakes caking his fur. It's been so hard this season for weather patterns here in the arctic. Heavy snowfall plagued the landscape, creating massive drifts of half frozen solid snowbanks, icy slicks that fell into pitfalls if too much weight was heaved upon it, sharp burs of ice that would stab a pad and hobble a being badly.
   Today, in the disquieting silence of the raging storm, One sought a polar bear hide. Pike had said that the stand was short on them, and they were selling fast. So, here he stood, haunch deep in snow when he found a shallow spot, neck deep if he sank into a bigger drift, freezing his tail off during the tail end of a freak blizzard. The chill did its part as it helped him concentrate. Allowing the snow to pile upon his pelt lightly, he blended in with the landscape. Too much, an he would be buried alive. But with the insulating layer, he stayed warme

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-10 22:32:35 +0000 UTC]

In the Heat of the Jungle- Jaguar Bonanza   The close heat of the jungle pressed inward upon One. It was a vastly different clime than the arctic, but a welcome change in truth. The lush greenery brushing against his coat, leaving behind traces of dew in the early morning in this steamy heat felt nice. He came here early in the day, purposely early, to catch his prey offguard. The jaguar slumbers during the day, and after a long night's prowl, it was more likely to be content in napping by now.
   The vines swung past his face where they dangled down. Snakes hissed from the branches and slithered to find patches of sunlight, vying for the best spots. Chattering monkeys squawked and fought over choice pieces of fruit and nuts high in the canopy. Brilliantly colored birds wafted through the open spaces dropping loose feathers amongst other things. . . One narrowly dodged the last delivery from above on that one.
  He padded softly along, smelling the aging scent of recently spilled blood and listened fo

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-10 22:31:23 +0000 UTC]

Today's Menu! Wracked Rack of Ram!   Big Horn Sheep. The taste of the succulent meat as you rip into it, ah just the thought is enough to make your mouth water. One was hungry, beyond hungry and now that Wren was back safe and sound, it was time to go hunting once more. He knew that Big Horn Sheep was a favorite of Wren's to eat, and the horns fetched a tidy little sum if sold to the right purveyor of goods. Wren was napping, twitching and yipping in his troubled dream state. One knew from experience that he would awaken with a tremor and a shake of his coat very soon. And true to form, One only needed to wait a moment or two longer before Wren was bleary eyed but alert.
  "I smell. . . I smell. . .the blood of the Airesian bloodline about to be shed! Yes yes let it spout like a fountain and baptize the stones! The stones thirst and our stomachs rumble with gusto!" Wren broke off with a cackling howl.
  One shook his head at the young one's exuberance and began to pace off. He knew Wren would follow

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-10 22:30:29 +0000 UTC]

Sanguine Stars to Guide Me  Wren woke One with his pacing and muttering. Couldn't a guy just take a nap in peace anymore? Sighing, he got up and stretched. "What's wrong, Wren?" One gave himself a good shaking to dislodge any debris that had gotten trapped in his coat while napping beneath the trees. Squirrels often liked to weave bits of things into his coat while napping. Perhaps that was what had Wren pacing so hard for.
   "One! We need to go. The Sanguine Stars demand it! They must bear witness to a fallen comrade. They must see the ground drink what they crave, else they may never make their move again. Unacceptable!" He devolved further into a mad rant of gibberish that One couldn't begin to follow. Sighing, he waited as the madness continued to swallow Wren, until a glimmer of his friend surfaced once more.
  "They demand the great brown bear of the north, the Kodiak Grizzly Bear. They say that without his blood being shed, they are stuck in place, limbodious torture they linger in.

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-10 22:28:33 +0000 UTC]

What Did I Do So Wrong?!? Elk/Mountain Lion Hunt   High in the Alpine Forest One found himself in quite a quandary. He had came here for an Elk, but. . .it seemed a mountain lion decided it wanted to play too. How did he manage to get into these types of situations?!? The hunt had started out so normal too. . .
   Climbing up into the thinner air made him breathe heavily. He had forgotten how hard it could be at times to do this. Thankfully he wasn't planning on heading up the mountain. The game trail was well used, and fresh spoor decorated it randomly as well. Elk had definitely been through recently. Following the path, he wound his way through the trees, watching out for evergreens that were ready to take his eyes out or go up his nose, causing him to sneeze numerous times.
  Grumpy and breathing hard, One came upon a lake. It was beautiful and pristine, the Elk had been here if you considered the disturbed ground. Hoof prints decorated the water's edge. One checked for freshness, and found that they had

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-10 22:27:26 +0000 UTC]

The Hunt For The Living Constellation-Ursa Major   "One, lets hunt the stars!"
   "Wren. . . how would we do that?" One was exasperated by Wren's latest outburst. All he wanted was to go and hunt whatever came across his path. It was all about the thrill today, and Wren seemed to have ideas of his own about what should be on the docket.
    "We--ell, you see there are many stars in the skies, and many constellations in my eyes. Why not choose one to bring to their demise?" Wren giggled and watched One look heavenward and gaze up at the skies. Above were the constellations of the fox, the stag, and Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.
   One, with his eyes still gazing upward replied, "Fox or Bear?"
   Wren contemplated it a moment and replied, "Seek out the Ursa that matches the starlit shine. The one that wears the icy rime. For there in lies a challenge, almost divine." His eyes rolled wildly while envisioning all the ruby stains upon the pure white snow and ice.
   One deduced thr

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ReapersMenagerie In reply to ReapersMenagerie [2017-05-04 17:26:43 +0000 UTC]



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