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Acid Res: 20 Elec Res: 20 Cold Res: 20 Heat Res: 20 | |
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ID?Use this ID to Wish for Uthabatafah
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Uthabatafah |
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Beasts (Loved100 Reputation) |
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\little hoof x2(100%) 1d2 →4/14 | |
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Little hooves pat the ground in practiced fury, and three little horns arch toward the sky in menacing miniature. Into the slate-scale skin of his diminutive body is a labyrinth of scar-etched filigree, and while it looks as though it could be the work of a meticulous gemcutter, in fact it's the aftermath of a hundred skirmishes and a gratuitous reduction in size. There, the tiny spirals that were incised by the puma's claw just before it was gored and dashed against the trunk of a diacalyptus tree. There, the miniscule triangle of a warden's pike, who was flattened into a bloody mess and fed to worms. A fate-wrench took Uthabatafah's beastly dominion from him, but might it have gifted him something in return? Through the feckless fury, how might being in the world on a new scale bind him to others in ways he couldn't have imagined before?
Glory to Shekhinah, friend. Now I wasn't always a pious man, you know. In fact, I used to despise chrome gadgetry. Then one day, while picking through a sumptuous mound of trash in a fulcrete cavern, I heard a loud series of stomps that jostled me out of my boots. I ran, rounded a wide passage, and came face to face with a bloody rhinox. "Now that ain't fair! Ye ain't supposed to be here!" I bellowed, but the beast didn't care much. I sighed and muttered a prayer to the trash gods I worshiped, and the big boy charged. Suddenly, a bizarre contraption chirped, shot a beam of light at big boy, and miniaturized 'im! I couldn't believe my eyes! From that day forth, I was tethered to the Kasaphesence and the Argent Fathers who protect her.
As for big boy -- or Uthabatafah, as I call 'im (it means 'little hoof', heh) -- why, he was still furious. Banged my knee up kind of bad. Eventually he stormed off. I bet he's still out there, you know, kicking up dust in an adorable fury.
Nff nff nff.
Nff nff.
Nnnnnnnnnrgh!!!
Nff.
Hnnnnnh.
Hnnh.
HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHHH!
HNNNNH! HNNNNH! HNNNNH!!!
Nffbwaaaaaaaa hnnnnnh.
Nffbwaaaaa hnnnnnh bwaaaaaaaa hnnnnh.
Nffffffff.
Nffffff NNNNRRRRGGGGGG!!!!
| [1] Live and drink. | [End] |
Uthabatafah's fury subsides, and he nuzzles up against you. |
