Juniper Strike 5vsDC3, hit
Juniper Cinder Attunement Partial failure
Fae Strike 3vsDC4, miss
Cam seemed afraid. Juniper didn't need to understand the language to see that the human was uncertain--the smell of him, the galloping sound of his heartbeat, the hesitation in his voice. Something didn't seem quite right for a man who'd been expecting this meeting. And the fae, well... She wasn't doing herself any favors either.
Still, the constant refrain in her mind was to practice patience. Watchfulness. Juniper had a bad habit of thinking she was invincible; a natural consequence of having a powerful healing factor since the tender age of four, and a monstrous transformation that could overturn semis. But, she was older now, and she'd been watching her betters in the Exchange. They were strong too, but... careful.
So, although she wanted to tell Cam to back off, to snarl and spit and growl at this strange woman, she left the man to his business. He knew better, she assumed. Arms folding across her chest, the tiger watched unblinkingly as he approached the fae and her huge horse, a quiet anticipation sparking at the base of her spine. It made goosebumps spill over her shoulders, her muscles tensing with readiness.
She wasn't expecting anything, honestly. Not even when the fae's smile changed--she just didn't know how these damned faeries thought, except that they had rules upon rules upon rules, according to Mr. Crowhurst. So, when she heard Cam's wrist break, the bones grinding and cracking, followed by his soft sound of surprise, she was surprised as well.
However, she was not surprised into inaction. Rules upon rules upon rules, and eyes popping wide, Juniper quickly thought over the interaction. The woman had just violated the second hospitium rule, if they'd been established at all, so what was this ratchet fae bitch on about now?
It didn't matter anymore. Juniper made a split second decision--she'd seen enough to know that hesitation might cost Cam his life. “You just broke the rules, bitch,” she declared. With a tinge of red creeping into her vision, the tiger moved forward in a blur, breaking into a sprint that crossed the short distance between her and the mounted fae in less than a second.
Heartbeat skyrocketing, she felt herself strain against her own skin, but leapt with an animal snarl, sailing past Cam's head, and slamming into the fae woman in the saddle with the force of a speeding truck. There was the sound of a wet impact, Juniper neatly dispelling that ethereal facade as the woman took her from the saddle and into the underbrush beyond.
They landed with the tiger on top. Bones cracked and skin bruised. But the fae was strong, even as Juniper crushed her arms around her middle. Twisting in the tiger's grip, she clawed at her face, but before she could get any purchase, Juniper bit her, human teeth sinking into pale, delicate skin. The fae screamed, and Juniper felt her beastly side sing with bloodlust.
Behind her, the huge horse stamped and reared, circling to defend its mistress. Juniper just barely yanked herself out of the way of its huge, dinner-plate sized hooves, rolling off the woman to leave her in the dirt, sweet fae blood dripping down her chin. For the best, she thought distantly. She didn't want to kill the woman, not really, although she wouldn't regret it if she did.
Juniper Luck 4/4
Fae Luck 3/4
Quick reference: Hospitium Rules
Juniper Cinder Attunement Partial failure
Fae Strike 3vsDC4, miss
Cam seemed afraid. Juniper didn't need to understand the language to see that the human was uncertain--the smell of him, the galloping sound of his heartbeat, the hesitation in his voice. Something didn't seem quite right for a man who'd been expecting this meeting. And the fae, well... She wasn't doing herself any favors either.
Still, the constant refrain in her mind was to practice patience. Watchfulness. Juniper had a bad habit of thinking she was invincible; a natural consequence of having a powerful healing factor since the tender age of four, and a monstrous transformation that could overturn semis. But, she was older now, and she'd been watching her betters in the Exchange. They were strong too, but... careful.
So, although she wanted to tell Cam to back off, to snarl and spit and growl at this strange woman, she left the man to his business. He knew better, she assumed. Arms folding across her chest, the tiger watched unblinkingly as he approached the fae and her huge horse, a quiet anticipation sparking at the base of her spine. It made goosebumps spill over her shoulders, her muscles tensing with readiness.
She wasn't expecting anything, honestly. Not even when the fae's smile changed--she just didn't know how these damned faeries thought, except that they had rules upon rules upon rules, according to Mr. Crowhurst. So, when she heard Cam's wrist break, the bones grinding and cracking, followed by his soft sound of surprise, she was surprised as well.
However, she was not surprised into inaction. Rules upon rules upon rules, and eyes popping wide, Juniper quickly thought over the interaction. The woman had just violated the second hospitium rule, if they'd been established at all, so what was this ratchet fae bitch on about now?
It didn't matter anymore. Juniper made a split second decision--she'd seen enough to know that hesitation might cost Cam his life. “You just broke the rules, bitch,” she declared. With a tinge of red creeping into her vision, the tiger moved forward in a blur, breaking into a sprint that crossed the short distance between her and the mounted fae in less than a second.
Heartbeat skyrocketing, she felt herself strain against her own skin, but leapt with an animal snarl, sailing past Cam's head, and slamming into the fae woman in the saddle with the force of a speeding truck. There was the sound of a wet impact, Juniper neatly dispelling that ethereal facade as the woman took her from the saddle and into the underbrush beyond.
They landed with the tiger on top. Bones cracked and skin bruised. But the fae was strong, even as Juniper crushed her arms around her middle. Twisting in the tiger's grip, she clawed at her face, but before she could get any purchase, Juniper bit her, human teeth sinking into pale, delicate skin. The fae screamed, and Juniper felt her beastly side sing with bloodlust.
Behind her, the huge horse stamped and reared, circling to defend its mistress. Juniper just barely yanked herself out of the way of its huge, dinner-plate sized hooves, rolling off the woman to leave her in the dirt, sweet fae blood dripping down her chin. For the best, she thought distantly. She didn't want to kill the woman, not really, although she wouldn't regret it if she did.
Juniper Luck 4/4
Fae Luck 3/4
Quick reference: Hospitium Rules