BIGwooly
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~ 10th of First Seed, 4E 228 ~
All good things must come to an end .. as they say. Today was such a great day until I nearly lost my life.
While chasing a wounded elk I ran up a steep mountainside. Because of the angle I temporarily lost sight of the elk, and then a few moments later I saw a shape darting left to right and I pursued it through the grasses. It turns out the shape I saw was a sabre cat chasing the wounded elk, and soon enough it was chasing me.
I fired an arrow at it in haste and missed. Just a bit too low and the arrow struck the ground in front of the cat's paws. I quickly got a second arrow off, which struck the cat and stunned it for a moment ... long enough for me to come to my sense and realize I needed to be running like the elk. I don't know what I was thinking standing there firing off arrows at a charging sabre cat. I suppose I needed a does of humility after my earlier experiences today.
Before I could even turn to run, the cat was able to pounce on me, and gave me a nasty cut across my back. But then I was off, running for my life and looking for any terrain I could use to save myself. I weaved in and out of several boulder clusters, then bolted up a draw between some rocks. At the top I turned to see if I had lost the sabre cat. Before I could even determine that, I noticed a khajiit with two daggers drawn.
I had exchanged one blood-thirsty feline for another!
Across the ridge I ran, and then dropped down into the rocks again. I darted through them and ran out into the plains, leaving both cats well behind me and counting my blessings to be alive.
All good things must come to an end .. as they say. Today was such a great day until I nearly lost my life.
While chasing a wounded elk I ran up a steep mountainside. Because of the angle I temporarily lost sight of the elk, and then a few moments later I saw a shape darting left to right and I pursued it through the grasses. It turns out the shape I saw was a sabre cat chasing the wounded elk, and soon enough it was chasing me.
I fired an arrow at it in haste and missed. Just a bit too low and the arrow struck the ground in front of the cat's paws. I quickly got a second arrow off, which struck the cat and stunned it for a moment ... long enough for me to come to my sense and realize I needed to be running like the elk. I don't know what I was thinking standing there firing off arrows at a charging sabre cat. I suppose I needed a does of humility after my earlier experiences today.
Before I could even turn to run, the cat was able to pounce on me, and gave me a nasty cut across my back. But then I was off, running for my life and looking for any terrain I could use to save myself. I weaved in and out of several boulder clusters, then bolted up a draw between some rocks. At the top I turned to see if I had lost the sabre cat. Before I could even determine that, I noticed a khajiit with two daggers drawn.
I had exchanged one blood-thirsty feline for another!
Across the ridge I ran, and then dropped down into the rocks again. I darted through them and ran out into the plains, leaving both cats well behind me and counting my blessings to be alive.
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