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Re: Nightly Rambles (Hentaispider)
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The only sound that the man made when Pale grabbed him from behind was a muffled grunt of surprise, and once her hand was over his mouth all he could do was squirm in her grasp in an attempt to alert his comrades. The euphoria of feeding left her just slightly light headed as the man's struggles weakened, his blood flowing freely into her mouth, until the sniper went limp in her arms, his pulse now so weak that she could barely feel it, though it was likely that he would survive so long as he didn't lose any more blood.
Taking up his rifle, Pale could see the caravan approaching easily with her own eyes, making the weapon's scope unnecessary. They were drawing close, and she could see the would-be thieves in the alley below tensing in readiness as the wagon with her allies drew nearer. The three men on the roof across the street were already taking aim at where the cart would be when they intended to start their ambush, when the wagon had just passed the alley in which the rest of the thieves were huddled.
Pale: HP = 97, PP = 22/52, EP = 46/51, Status = Fine
Rolls
Shadowstalker for 5 EP.
Stealth: ???
Perception: ???
Attack: Automatic hit.
Bite: 21 damage, Pale takes 10 PP.
Bite: 18 damage, Pale takes 10 PP.
Bite: 8 damage, Pale takes 10 PP, and he finally dies.
Stealth: ???
Perception: ???
Attack: Automatic hit.
Bite: 21 damage, Pale takes 10 PP.
Bite: 18 damage, Pale takes 10 PP.
Bite: 8 damage, Pale takes 10 PP, and he finally dies.
The only sound that the man made when Pale grabbed him from behind was a muffled grunt of surprise, and once her hand was over his mouth all he could do was squirm in her grasp in an attempt to alert his comrades. The euphoria of feeding left her just slightly light headed as the man's struggles weakened, his blood flowing freely into her mouth, until the sniper went limp in her arms, his pulse now so weak that she could barely feel it, though it was likely that he would survive so long as he didn't lose any more blood.
Taking up his rifle, Pale could see the caravan approaching easily with her own eyes, making the weapon's scope unnecessary. They were drawing close, and she could see the would-be thieves in the alley below tensing in readiness as the wagon with her allies drew nearer. The three men on the roof across the street were already taking aim at where the cart would be when they intended to start their ambush, when the wagon had just passed the alley in which the rest of the thieves were huddled.