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[SeriousConcentrate]

Hooktoe followed his father back to the homenest, taking some meat as well. His dad was already feeding his little brothers and sisters, but his mom was probably hungry too, and he dropped the leg in front of her. Slendersnout gave him a greeting nuzzle once she was finished with Strider and set to eating. Hooktoe watched her for a moment. She had been a good hunter in her day from what he had heard, but now she was getting too old and slow to keep up. The children were too busy eating to pay much attention to their elder brother, so he left them alone and went over to where Strider was lying on his side.

Oh. He's asleep. As old as he is, he needs his rest. I'll leave him alone. Hooktoe licked his face and trotted back into the main area of the camp. He was feeling more energetic now than he had earlier, and wasn't in the mood for a nap. What he wanted to do was find Moonfang and wrestle! She was as good as he was when it came to fighting, and maybe better. Probably because she was smarter; she knew how to defend herself more effectively. But he had a better sense of how to ambush, and they both knew it. After a moment of looking around, he found a good patch of tall grass to blend into and wait for her to walk by...

[Hanslanda]

Ripmaw awoke from his slumber in the nesthome, surrounded by excited younglings, all chirping and bounding. It appeared that the hunting party had returned, with plenty of Snatcher meat for all. Ripmaw scrambled to his feet, still trying to bring the scene into focus. Even with his blurry vision, he could make out the tall figure that was Strider, beside him was his son, that irrepressible Hooktoe. Ripmaw cast about for the meat they had returned, and saw a gaggle of youngsters ripping into a Snatcher corpse.
He strode over, and started tearing great chunks of flesh off the corpse, keeping an eye on the other youngsters to make sure none tried to steal any food from him. Perhaps, this time, he would follow the hunting party out. He was certainly old enough, and it would probably be more entertaining than pushing around smaller Hunter youngsters all day...

[Joben]

Hanslanda, did you settle on Ripmaw's stats?

As he laid to rest, he thought the adventure might just be beginning.

[Strider has left the Game]

A beautiful ending. *sniff* he will be missed. Just to clariffy though, did he just die in his sleep? It's ok either way.

[Dwarmin]

((@Joben: Not my exact intention, but I suppose I kept it ambiguous for your benefit.
Whatever you need to happen, I leave it ultimately up to you.))

[Hanslanda]

((I planned to leave the stats at +1 to attack and cunning, -1 to sense.))

[Zako]

~ ka-snip ~

[Tiruin]

Moonfang dropped her chunk of kill right next to the hatchlings, feeling joy well in her as the newborns scratched and bit at the slab with their newly formed claws and bumped each other as they tried to get to the juicy parts.

She looked onto Strider, seeing the fire-father high in the sky and feeling his warmth all over her. She chirped a greeting to the sleepy looking leader and decided not to harry him anymore about her own concerns - being a leader seemed to be much work, but the hunt was finished and food was met, albeit in a different and more vindictive way than what she expected.

But where was Hooktoe...must be playing with his friends? Hmm...I'm bored. Didn't he say wrestling soon?

And so Moonfang went in search of Hooktoe.

[Hanslanda]

Bugger, now I have to change mine... Give me a sec.

EDIT: Here are my new stats.

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Name: Quickfang
Sex: Male
Age: 16
Description: Quickfang is a intelligent and experienced hunter, born from the union of Quickstrike and Lashfang, but has so far been somewhat of a loner and hasn't had a mate yet. He's a quick and precise fighter that prefers attacking from ambush, and after watching the likes of Strider in multiple hunts has learned to target vital areas more often with his attacks, but at times he gets too focused in what he's doing to pay attention to his surroundings. He is young, fit and strong as well as being quite large with a dark red crest on his head and a broken black line pattern down his body.
Abilities:
Attack: 0
Defense: 0
Senses: -1
Cunning: +1
Stealth: +1

I don't think you really have to change yours... Would it be so terrible to have the same stats as one another?

[Zako]

Weeeeeell... I guess not... Ignore my stat changes then.

[Unholy_Pariah]

waitlist me

[SeriousConcentrate]

Hooktoe ambushes Moonfang and tries to wrestle her to the ground. No talons or fangs used, of course.

[Tiruin]

Hooktoe ambushes Moonfang and tries to wrestle her to the ground. No talons or fangs used, of course.

Moonfang goes Rawr! [I know you know what I'll do. ]

[Joben]

Ok, Moonfang and Hooktoe are about to...I believe the technical term is "Play grab-ass". Ironhide is being watchful. Ripmaw is going omnomnom. Charlie is of course fighting.  Looks like we're set...Turn soon schedual permitting.

Here are a couple bestiary entries. Some critters I want to save for a Dramatic Reveal, but this first one, while they haven't been seen in a while by your clan your mommies all told you scary stories about. And it's common knoledge that an example of the second species is living in the lake to the North.

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Albertosaurus - Deathbringer
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albertosaurus
30 feet long
1.5 tons.
Large Therapod, but smaller than Trex. Absurdly dangerous if you get on their bad side. They hunt in packs like you. They are much bigger than you. A 2 year old might weigh 110 pounds. Almost a match for a full grown Hunter. Adult at about 16 years at which point they are ~10 times your own weight. Fortunately they don't make a career out of killing you just for the hell of it, but when conflict does occur it can be nasty. Hunters probably view them with a conflicted mixture of respect, fear, envy, admiration and hatred. It's not clear how the Deathbringers feel because most communication from them can be summed up as "Go away before I bite your head off." Contempt might be the safe bet.

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Deinosuchus - Giant Crocodile
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deinosuchus
9 tons. 40 feet

Ambush predator, frequently hides and strikes when opportunity presents. Very stealthy in water. Patient, powerful, hide borders on armor, fast over short distances on land. Absolutely nothing in your entire world that is capable of cognition would mess with a full size one on purpose. Let me repeat. Crocodile. 40 feet long. 9 tons. Yes it could kill you in one strike.

[SeriousConcentrate]

(I prefer 'sparring,' but that doesn't matter. I just want to take a moment here to say I appreciate the amount of effort you're putting into this. It makes me feel lazy. XD)

[Joben]

((Actually I want to think you guys for making it possible. When I was a little kid I loved dinosaurs and soon after reading Jurassic Park I daydreamed about having a videogame that let you be a raptor and hunt in a simulated world. Lol I wanted an open world with forests and AI and tracking simulation when Doom was still pretty nifty and polygon rendering was a novel concept.

Still even now-a-days with engines like Crytek commonplace no one's made anything like it to my knoledge. :-/
This RTD is a mutated form of my long deferred dream.))