"It's him." So something was going on with the deer. But what exactly? When Enya instructed not to harm the deer, something in Caedwyn's mind connected. A red deer. Buck. Was this her familiar she'd been searching for? It made sense now that he thought about it. Somehow Enya and the deer were connected, he just hadn't realized how deeply. He gritted his teeth in anger. This was his fault. He'd been so eager to take charge, he'd told Enya to stay put and ran off to attack the deer without giving her a chance to speak. If only he'd taken a moment before she might have been able to tell him that that was her familiar. She might not have gotten hurt. "Stop!" Enya had gotten to her feet and was shouting at Buck. The deer was charging forward at them. Enya had managed to leap out of the way one direction and Caedwyn jumped the other way was the stag's hooves came kicking downward. Caedwyn had been distracted watching Enya that by the time he jumped, he was a bit too late. The stag's hooves came slamming into his shoulder, throwing him to the side and Caedwyn stumbled. With a growl, he slid across the dirt and clacked his teeth together. He wanted nothing more than to jump back up and grab the beast by it's throat and slam it to the ground; but that would mean injuring Enya as well. He let out a deep, growling sigh of frustration as he clamored back to his feet and stood tall, staring down the beast. His tail was pinned up over his back and hackles rose, making his stature seem to grow significantly in a threatening display. "Do you see any vines or something we could use as rope? Maybe we could subdue him that way," Caedwyn barked to Enya. How the hell were they supposed to catch him without hurting Enya? Caedwyn supposed he could try to tackle the beast or trip it... A rope would be ideal, but this wasn't the jungle. Vines weren't so common out here. His teeth were bared but he didn't charge back at the beast. Instead he took a slow, steady, calculated step forward. He didn't want to spook Buck into charging again. "Calm yourself, beast." He ordered. He wasn't even sure what he was doing. He'd never had a familiar and he wasn't sure if Buck would even listen to him since he wasn't the deer's master... but he had to try. He didn't even realize that as he spoke, magic was flowing out of him toward the beast. The deer had seemed to pause for a moment, stomping and grunting in place with anger. Maybe they could use this moment to their advantage? --- Health: 8/8 Dodge Roll: Attempts to jump out of the way of the hooves. Gonna say the hooves hit him either way: Success - No damage to HP, just got the wind knocked out of him Fail - Shoulder is cut from the wound and -1HP Special Roll: Attempts to calm Buck with Empathy to keep Buck from attacking Success: Buck can't attack next turn Fail: Buck can do whatever Speech. |
Forgot diceroll.