Waves Under the Moon huffed. Only ONE ticket? Really? Tch.
He was extremely cross with himself. He'd been pretty ok at this game the last couple of years, but this year...
Maybe his mojo was off, maybe he was spending too much time sulking. He'd been kind of down lately, well, maybe more then usual. Maybe.
Waves decided to kin watch, observing others who were shooting berries. Maybe by watching others do it, he could do better the next time he came by. The buck watched closely as others tried their turns at the shooting. Hm..small berries seemed to be preferred as the larger berries seemed to fall short from the targets. Shooting straight seemed to be the more successful strategy, but the smaller berries seemed less accurate, tending to fly by intended targets and hitting other targets.
Next he watched for force. Too little was of course, too little and some berries just plopped on the ground. Sometimes a bird or other small animal ran in to grab the berry remains and took off with their treat. To much and the berries tended to end up stains way, way, way past any target and disappeared into the swamp to be someone else's snack.
It really was harder then he realized and his bad mood eased. To find the perfect way to use the shooter, the size and weight of berries, the tension on the pull. It all had to come together near perfectly to hit the paw targets. Next time he'd try a different way of shooting berries then he had done in the past, see if his hit rate would get better.
5 - Small paw print - 1x ticket to the final pet raffle.
6 - X - Better luck next time! No ticket.
3 - X - Better luck next time! No ticket.
Username: wander # of Tickets: 5 Rp response:
Maybe, just maybe, Voice is a little too good at hitting the targets . . .
4 - Big paw print - 2x tickets to the final pet raffle.
4 - Big paw print - 2x tickets to the final pet raffle.
2 - Small paw print - 1x ticket to the final pet raffle.
Username: AMItotic # of Tickets: 2 (big paw print, x, x) Rp response: “Is it that obvious?” Hundred and One flared out his headfins in vain before he realized the little Zikwa beside him was completely without eyes. “Yes, I do rather resemble Mother Wrath in appearance, I daresay more than any of my siblings. It’s just the strength in her bloodline, you see. Any of her brood are recognizable on sight for her regal draconic figure.”
Ah, but—no sight, right. Hundred and One shuffled on his hooves a little, unsure how to make himself seem bigger without using his rather intimidating face. Instead, he opted for a show of prowess.
“My name is Hundred and One, after the many, many ways I outshine my brother,” he said slyly, lining up his shot. “Not the brother that you—erm—spend time with, specifically, but I bet I could oust him as well.”
And then when he had a moment, he pulled back on the slingshot and let berries fly, hitting the rare target square in the center.
“Ha! Did you see that?” He asked, tail lashing until he remembered. “Ah, uhm, I mean—you can smell the victory in the air, can’t you?” He was so busy fussing with how to say things properly that he didn’t take nearly as much time lining up his shots. One by one, the remaining two missed entirely, each one punctuated by a hiss between his teeth.
“It’s—not always consistent,” he insisted, looking around for his ticket prize, for more berries. “How did you meet him, then? My brother. The one you spend time with, specifically.”
