Roulette
Delusional - Bizarre - Energetic
Pet Name: Roulette
Owner: Syncopated
Theme / Type: Wintergala Obsideon
Gender: Female
MisticPal Name: Stitch
MisticPal Age: 5502 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 4 / 4
Strength: 4
Defense: 4
Speed: 3
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 0
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]
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Ruul
The Gambler
Snarky=Insane=Morally Bankrupt=Carefree=Twisted
Given Name: Roulette
Alias: Ruul
Age: 21
Class: Psychic/Card Shark
RP Status: Closed for now
[Quad, Anthro, Kemonomimi, Human]
Status: Single
Orientation: Lesbian
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A flash of lightning. A peal of thunder. The sky growing darker with each passing moment. It was going to be a regular monsoon tonight, the lithe female mused as she padded over the dusty, barren ground. Unusual, considering how very little rain the Dire Morana typically received. Tonight was a night for abnormalities, she concluded. After all, she had little business being here, and yet here she was, pockets (or rather, a small money pouch she had attached to her belly with a length of twine) heavy and jingling with another day's hard work.
Really she was just lucky to still have the tiny amount of loot he had managed to hang on to and her life after this afternoon's incident. She couldn't understand what had happened; she was usually more cautious than this, but her concentration had slipped and left her vulnerable. The small lacerations and ugly bruises (invisible beneath the fur, ancestors be praised) littering her body lay testimony to this along with a slight limp in her front right paw. She was neither concerned nor troubled by this, however, and simply padded along, head held high, as if nothing had happened to make her hate herself at this moment.
Trotting along, a small black blot against the gray-brown of the seemingly endless dusty ground, she lifted her head slightly, scenting the wind. Her ears perked up in surprise and a grin stole its way onto her mouth. Others. Others meant loot. Loot meant a means to eat. And by the constant rumbling emitting from her sunken stomach, she hadn't eaten in a good amount of time. She glanced back at herself, cringing inwardly at the sharp, protruding forms of her ribs, skin stretched tightly over them. Perhaps that was what had broken her concentration earlier. Her sheer desperation to make enough money to eat had distracted her from what she had been doing.
She shook her head violently. Never mind that. It didn't matter now. All that mattered was that there were creatures here, creatures from whom she may very well gain (and by gain, she meant take) the funding for her next meal. She giggled inwardly. What good fortune. Perhaps her recent bad luck had finally run its course. Picking up the pace, she determined the direction from which the scent was emanating, breaking into a brisk trot to follow it.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
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