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Carmines Big Game Hunt
Carmine ventured into the forest under a gloomy canopy of storm clouds with cool rain drizzling down. A hint of solitude tinged her expression as she realized she'd be hunting alone, but her determination didn't falter. She hefted her rifle with resolve, stepping through the mist that swirled around her ankles. Intent on her quarry, she was poised, ready for the big game hunt that awaited.
Suddenly, her calm collection was disrupted. The satyr she believed to be lost caught her off guard, springing an ambush from behind, its cunning nearly matching her own. A scowl crossed Carmine's visage as she quickly retaliated, firing her rifle. She advanced, narrowing the distance between her and the nimble creature, her determination burning brighter with every step. The conclusion of her tale remained shrouded by the forest mists, a testament to the unpredictable dance between hunter and the hunted.
style="color:#008000"> (Carmine's big game hunt)
[Tue Nov 14 2023]
In The Forest
It is afternoon, about 48F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Carmine frowns faintly when it's clear she's doing this alone. Oh well, what has to be done must be done and she shoulders her rifle to start approaching to firing range.
Carmine thinks she lost the a satyr till it ambushes her from behind, she scowls and fires back at it, trying to get closer
Suddenly, her calm collection was disrupted. The satyr she believed to be lost caught her off guard, springing an ambush from behind, its cunning nearly matching her own. A scowl crossed Carmine's visage as she quickly retaliated, firing her rifle. She advanced, narrowing the distance between her and the nimble creature, her determination burning brighter with every step. The conclusion of her tale remained shrouded by the forest mists, a testament to the unpredictable dance between hunter and the hunted.
style="color:#008000"> (Carmine's big game hunt)
[Tue Nov 14 2023]
In The Forest
It is afternoon, about 48F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's raining. Ankle high mist flows through the area.
Carmine frowns faintly when it's clear she's doing this alone. Oh well, what has to be done must be done and she shoulders her rifle to start approaching to firing range.
Carmine thinks she lost the a satyr till it ambushes her from behind, she scowls and fires back at it, trying to get closer