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Angort's Astradaara Jan 13, 2020 20:54:56 GMT -5

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Health I

He rested, meditating, his mind strained and his body physically exhausted. It was much better, after sparring with Thiymel. She sure was quick, although she had a nasty habit of cleaning herself in the middle of their match. She would learn, though. And so would he. He kept on breathing, in, out, in, out, until it gradually became as slow as normal. Thiymel cuddled up next to him. The swamp bubbled, and created sort of a rhythm to which Angort would breathe. Yes, sitting here, carefree, this was how it should be done. His mind was only focused on his breathing, and even that slipped away after a while. Then a thought popped up in his head. It wasn't intrusive, though, it just slipped in. When was this world created? These swamps, the berries that rested near him? Ehwis and Thiymel, when did they pop into existence? He pondered on this as he meditated, and he could not find an answer. However, to his astonishment, he did not feel frustrated. Meditation had calmed him.

When he finally got up, he felt much better. His eyes glimmered, and his body had been renewed. It was time to go on another adventure!

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COMBAT STATS:

Strength: 2
(6 dmg)
Health: 2 (15 HP)
Physical Accuracy: 1
(2d6)
Physical Agility: 5
(4d6)
Physical Defense: 0
-0 (i think)
Movement: 5 (5 squares)
Endurance: 0
TOTAL CL: 15

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Angort's Astradaara Jan 14, 2020 0:23:50 GMT -5

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Physical Agility I

Nyoom! Nyoooooom! A yellow blur could be seen in the Astradhare, as Angort zoomed around the little area he called his training grounds. He was fast as fuck! Yessir, he was speedy, he was quick. He bounced over mounds of dirt and the occasional rock, he swerved right next to the waterside of the swamp, he rolled as fast as light itself! Nothing was going to stop him, he was the king of speed! The phrase "Lightning McQueen" came to him, but he shrugged it off. He was the Yellow Blur, the fastest blob alive -

Angort gingerly hovered over to an undisturbed spot, Ehwis following him concernedly. Thiymel was off somewhere, licking her bruise. He had crashed terrifically. He wasn't too badly hurt, he told himself, but Thiymel...poor kitten. He had bowled her over, sending her flying. Luckily she landed on her feet. He did not fare so well. He had crashed into a wall, gotten an angry, screeching meowler, and now he had to hobble to try it all over again. He grinned.

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Angort's Astradaara Jan 14, 2020 1:24:31 GMT -5

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Physical Accuracy I

Angort had been throwing stones for a while. He picked them up with a pseudopod, aimed, and then tossed. His aim was horrible, however. He couldn't toss for his life. If there was only something to make it a bit easier...but there was no such thing. The current target of his horrible aim was a blob-eating bulb, one that looked particularly smug. He had kept on trying to hit it, and with no success. Then...out of the blue, some wisdom came to him. Like a memory. "Focus, Ang...it is but an extension of your body, you must direc...as such." It was fading, in and out, in and out, through his head and back out. But he had gotten enough out of it. If he pretended that the stone was part of him...well, he tried to, at least. It worked a bit, helping his aim out. He readied his shot, aimed, and fired. A loud, meaty SMACK could be heard in the middle of the Sourglow Swamps, along with a yell of terror. The blob-eating bulb had seen him. He needed a hiding place.

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Angort's Astradaara Jan 16, 2020 12:20:19 GMT -5

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Strength I

He had travelled all the way to the Mossy Mountains, all the way back. And now he had angered his target. It was a blue caminu, one of the many that travelled in packs. It barked, and yowled. Then it leapt at him. Luckily for him, he caught it with his squishy body, and began to wrestle. They went this way and that, rolling all around the Mossy Mountains. Once, they fell into a cold puddle of water. Still, they fought, and each was determined to win. The caminu yowled, and scratched Angort with it's claws. Blood began leaking out, and still he fought. Finally, he won. He tossed the caminu from his body, and it fell. Not too far, but far enough for damage to be done. It was wounded. He looked at it, and began to climb down to where it was. Had he...taken it's life? He prayed to whatever gods that existed in this world for that not to be true. He took the caminu, and put it near the pool. Then he waited for it to wake up.

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Angort's Astradaara Mar 7, 2020 1:47:59 GMT -5

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Health II

He had taken the caminu to his Astradhare, and sat down besides it. It was unconscious, it seemed. So, with Thiymel, he went to find some food for both the caminu and himself to eat. He hungered...for blob-eating blob leaf. Remembering the fight he had with the one in the swamps, he began to journey that way, Thiymel occasionally making stops in order to lick her fur. Does it really take you so much time, he thought to himself, to take off a bit of caked mud? Taking his pronged hands, he began to clean her off. After all this fuss, he decided it was best for him to simply carry her around, instead of prolonging the journey due to hygiene. After many minutes of searching, he finally found his quarry once more. It turned to face him, snarling. They both remembered each other, it seemed. He began to walk slowly towards it, but was outpaced by Thiymel, who lept hissing onto the plant. Now was the time to strike! As Thiymel grappled with the plant, he raced towards it, his stilt like legs propelling him further than he would have gotten by rolling. Quickly, he grabbed hold of a leaf, and began to pull. The plant realized this, and focused it's energy onto Angort, but he was too strong. He tore off the leaf, and held it up, victorious. Now he had to finish the job.

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Angort's Astradaara Mar 7, 2020 1:54:47 GMT -5

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Movement 1

He weaved to the side, keeping out of reach of the blob-eating bulb. It still had energy, even after it's leaf had been forcefully pulled off by Angort and Thiymel. It was slavering for blobling blood, and Angort had a lot running through his hard, chitinous arms and legs. A crunchy meal...yes, that would be very good. It began to lunge faster and quicker, it's movements growing more and more erratic, and gaining more range. He would have to move quick. He sidestepped quickly, dodging the attacks and running circles around the plant, but it still did not let up. Even after he had run around it atleast 5 times, it still kept attacking. He moved backwards, analyzing the situation. He would have to strike soon, but he would confuse it a bit more first. He moved and moved, continuing his course of actions so as to confuse the large monstrous creature, and finally, after many long minutes of battling, it became tired. Now he would strike.

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Angort's Astradaara Mar 20, 2020 23:26:30 GMT -5

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Strength II

He began to run at the flytrap-esque plant, dodging any and all attacks coming his way. He wasn't nearly as tired as the blob, and it was growing sluggish. He, however, was not. So, getting to the plant was the easy part. The hard part was taking off the leaf. Raising both his arms, he prepared to chop off the leaf in one swift stroke. His long claws whipped downwards towards the exposed part of the leaf, and with one fell swoop...he found that the leaf had not fallen to the floor. One of his hands had made somewhat of a cut on the leaf, but it would take a lot more strength, indeed, a lot more chopping, to take off the leaf. But if one hand was lying limp at his side...where was the other? He looked up to see the bulb clutching his hand in it's mouth. If it could smirk, it would. Slowly, he was being raised up into the sky...and then, he was flung.

He flew through the air, noting each moment as if time had stopped. So this was what birds felt. However, with this increased adrenaline, he could use his dexterity to plant himself just as an arrow plants itself into the target. Flexing his pointed feet into the ground, he landed somewhat submerged in a puddle of water. He pushed himself up. He would learn from this skirmish. And he would be back.

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Angort's Astradaara Mar 20, 2020 23:50:19 GMT -5

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Physical Agility II

He sighted his target. Leafy green as always...but it wasn't the plant this time. No, this was a terreden, an organism that had plants almost grafted onto it. It looked natural, and yet, not right. But this was a test of how fast he could dodge. So far, he had done pretty good, but that was against a sessile animal. He needed to move to something a bit faster, something that could move, even if it was slow. So, taking a rock into his hand, he began to throw. And throw and throw and throw. This terreden was extremely patient, it seemed. After an hour, it still hadn't attacked him. In frustration, he flailed at it. One of his claws ripped through the leaf of a plant upon the terreden, and it stiffened.

He was moving fast now. This one was angry, it seemed, and he was dodging blows coming from all directions. One coming from the top, which he barely squeezed to the side of, coupled with one that came for his legs, which almost swept him. He just jumped over it, the tip of his toe scraping over the terreden's rough skin. Soon, both of them were tired. The terreden slowly ambled away, but as it did, it hit him upside the head with it's tail. Angort chuckled. A fitting end, and he had proven himself.

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Angort's Astradaara Apr 11, 2020 15:32:16 GMT -5

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Physical Agility III

The Tar Pits. Not his favorite place, but definitely one he could use for his training. He had wandered out of Onyxia, and since it was so close to the pits themselves, it was not a long journey. Forsaking sleep (not as if he needed it) and food (again, not necessary), he began to trudge through the sludge, keeping his pointed feet as far away from the tar pockets as he could. Using a glowberry garland to light his way, he took a sip of a purple poffdula pod he had found on his short trek here. Guess he hadn't forsaken food after all, although he'd...do something really bad for the warm cyrill Star Orbs. Not kill, though.

As this train of thoughts continued to expand, he failed to look where he was going. His left spear-leg landed false, and his balance failed him, as he tumbled over a goopy, elastic ball of muck. In short, a Smuck. Jibbering at him in an annoyed manner, it began to slide over, pseudopods extending outwards so as to grab Angort and reprimand him. Of course, the smuck didn't know that this was exactly what Angort was looking for.

Brushing the tar off of his legs (didn't help much, just spread it around a little bit more), he jumped back from one of the Smuck's incoming arms. It was getting a bit more annoyed now, and the swipes came faster, with more goo flying off. As he was dodging, one of these goo particles lodged itself inside of his mouth. Immediately, he fell to the floor, spitting out the tar. The Smuck made a series of deep grumbles, as it moved up and down. It was laughing at him! But if it was laughing...how would he continue training? Thinking a bit, he picked off one of the glowberries, and shoved it into the Smuck's mouth, causing the sour flavor to burst everywhere. It was pissed again, not only cause of the sour, but cause this weird blobling stuck their whole hand inside it's mouth! It swiped some more, and so Angort dodged some more. Eventually, gibbering to itself about the whole scenario, the Smuck left.

Angort was tired now, and so he decided to take a bite of the same glowberry, perhaps to wash out the taste of the tar previously in his mouth. Immediately, he gulped down the sour juice, and his mouth shriveled up in response. He understood the Smuck's pain now.

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Angort's Astradaara Apr 18, 2020 22:55:51 GMT -5

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Physical Agility IV

The Smiley Sands. This place reminded Angort of something, but it was vague. Probably his birth? No, it was most definitely before that. But it was a fleeting thought, gone just as the winds hit him. He was looking for these winds, actually. Now that he had bested that Smuck (He would go there, find it one day, and make it his bud), he had to go to a faster creature, one that could hurt him plenty. Sand Camivans. As he walked through the desert, his needle-legs sinking farther and farther into the sand (they were not designed for desert travel), he thought just a bit more. Why were they called Sand Camivans? Were there elusive Mountain Camivans somewhere? Maybe Camivans now flew within the colorwave coast, their feathers turned to fins? Actually, that would be pretty cool. He'd bleed to see that happen. But, as these thoughts were going on in his head, he accidentally fell two feet farther in, as he had fallen into a Prismermine hole. Not these again! On the first day, or week, or, well, short time that he had existed, he had gotten harassed by these creatures so much. They were the worst. But, now, he was a bit more prepared. As the maroon Prismermine came out of it's den to dook at him, he took his needle-leg and slashed it upwards, giving the Prismermine a shallow cut. Dooking in frantic fright, it escaped back into another burrow. He had taught this one. Hopefully, it would teach the rest.
But now, there! His target shined among the sky, the gem-line on the camivan's head clear. It swooped downwards, perhaps to see what all the fuss was about. In this time, Angort took a bunch of sand, and threw it up at the camivan, trying to provoke it. It definitely worked, as the Camivan swooped down towards him, screeching, it's gems flashing red with anger. He thought. He hadn't had too much experience with Camivans before. Of course, this was all revealed as it stood before him, screeching in all it's glory. A beautiful sight, for the training he would get from this would be great. It began to sweep at him, wide blows that he could dodge. One, he ducked under, his legs folding so as to make it easier. Luckily for him, this allowed him to jump over the next swing, as the Camivan, wisely, had gone for a strike with both wings at the same time. It's technique was interesting, as it hopped up a bit before it lunged at him with it's talons. Sometimes, it would even use it's wings as temporary supports for it to kick at him with it's feet. However, he had not gotten struck once! In this moment of bravado, he got sloppy, and as he twisted to dodge a camivan attack, he got distracted by a Prismermine popping up in front of him. With this distraction, the camivan struck, spilling black blood all over the sands.
Angort got struck backwards, flying, bouncing thrice, and then finally getting caught on his horns, now planted inside of the sand. He groaned, as blood began to drip, drip, drip onto the sand below. Well, he had learned his lesson. Never underestimate teamwork, or something corny like that. But more importantly, never underestimate a prismermine.

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Angort's Astradaara Apr 22, 2020 13:49:43 GMT -5

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Physical Agility V

He had grown so much. Fast, he had become, not in movement, but in agility. A master? No, there was more to learn. But he had finally grasped the basics, he felt. Dodging to the side was simple now, as he had fully mastered the use of his legs. Backflipping and frontflipping weren't a problem, as they provided more than ample strength for him to make these sort of maneuvers. Besides, he wasn't limited by the laws of physics. Jumping and floating right after to dodge an underhanded attack was a move he had...invented? Discovered? Probably the latter, because there were other bloblings in this world, and many had been training long before him. Like Kip. He had watched the fight. It was impressive. He had to attain that level, and then surpass it. So, he knew what he had to do.

He began in the Smiley Sands. Trudging through the region, he found what he was looking for. A Prismermine hole. Stepping in it, he pulled his foot out just in time for a Prismermine to lunge up and after it. It dooked happily, until it saw Angort. The Prismermine with the scar. Dooking angrily, it lunged at him. After a quick tussle, he threw it off to see a Camivan squawking downwards, swooping down at him. Was this the same one? Perhaps it was. But he was more than ready this time. The Camivan, like the last time, came down and spread it's wings. It didn't get to screech loudly, as Angort horn-butted it in the chest. As it pulled away from the attack, Angort got into a fighting stance, one leg raised so as to make it easier to dodge. Swooping blows from the wings and talons came at him, but he dodged them all. Hopping through the feet and wings, he pushed the Camivan away, and began to continue on his journey. That was a quick fight.

On the edge of the Sourglow Swamps, he found a Terreden. However, it was not angered, so he had to pluck another leaf off. Now it had gotten mad, and quick swings were blocked and dodged by Angort through a series of movements he had come up with. It was basic, using the aforementioned movements and a series of blocks using both his arms simultaneously. The Terreden's swings, while taking a toll on Angort's strength, did not hit him anywhere other than where he wanted them to hit. Now he hopped over the Terreden, and continued into the Tar Pits. Now he met a Smuck. Not the same he had fought before, but this one seemed irritated, and was mumbling around about some sort of tar monster (angort thought, he didn't speak smuck). It swiped at him as he went, and he hopped over it. Now it was more irritated. Couldn't this long-leg one stay still for him to get hit? So it began swiping at him more and more, eventually getting tired out. Angort had gotten slime all over him now, but it was already falling off. Shaking himself around, he began the final leg of his journey.

The Mossy Mountains. Giant peaks. He had come here once, with two other blobs that he had drifted away from, to find a hidden city in the imposing peaks of this land. They had succeeded, but failed as well. Now, he came back, far away from any semblance of civilization. He was going to make a home of his own within these caves. Journeying to the tip of a mountain, he crossed inside the range, seeing a valley filled with caves of different types of liquid. A group of caminus were yipping and playing. This was home. He settled down to rest, and immediately heard footsteps. Of course! How could he have forgotten the sweet pets that had followed him all the way here? Holding them close, he fell asleep. He was aching, but the first step of his training had begun. He was ready.

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Angort's Astradaara Apr 23, 2020 10:42:46 GMT -5

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Movement II

He had trained for many days, and he had finally gotten the basics of his weaves down. But his movement...he was still slow, even with all of his agility. So, he had to learn to beat his own times. Of course, there was no limitation holding him back on what he could do. So, he began to set up his own little ring, around one of the big pools of lava in the middle of the valley he now inhabited. Chopping down trees was not as hard as it felt, and he could move some boulders around to create an obstacle course of sorts. So, he began to craft his obstacle course. It was not as hard as he thought, as he had moved boulders of all shapes and sizes around back at his old training grounds. However, the course itself was nothing more than a few little rocks put in a ring around the lava. Better than nothing, though. He'd do more about it later. For now, he had to beat his times. So, getting ready, he began to blast across the course. His needle-legs were not suited for this sort of exercise, however, and so he quickly fell down. It seemed this was going to be harder than he thought. But he would persevere! He floated himself back, and tried again. Getting a little farther this time, he began to realize how he would go about this. After many attempts, it was time to try the real thing.

4. 3. 2. 1. Go! Angort kicked up dust as he jumped onto the first rock, using the tiny toe-hooks on his legs to act as a lever of sorts, propelling him to the next rock. As he jumped, he floated just a bit, allowing him enough time to grab onto the next rock. However, there was still the greatest challenge to come. The largest rock, easily twice his size, was up ahead. He had to time this exactly right, like he had trained all these times. 3 rocks between them, now two, now one! Jump! His mind screamed at him as he leapt far into the air, using his hands to cartwheel off the rock and into free fall. He had done it! Now, he grabbed onto the next rock, using his hands to place himself upright again, and keep the tempo of his feet going. He wobbled just a tad. But he had done it!

Triumph after a victory! Angort rested within his now sparsely decorated cave, with glowberry vines hanging like wires off of the ceiling. A purple vine, one with a small ferrowood platform, was where Ehwis slept. The Lokit sang songs in it's sleep, calming down Angort and Thiymel. Thiymel now slept on other ferrowood platforms coming from the mountain wall, like mushrooms protruding from the bark of trees (of course, he doesn't know either, although if he visits the Snekkitti Gardens, he may find out). Angort himself slept in the middle of the room, a stone in the middle of a divot in the ground, with a path of boulders leading outwards. It was a beautiful grotto, although there was much more to be added. It was home.

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Angort's Astradaara Apr 26, 2020 21:34:52 GMT -5

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Movement III

The obstacle course was almost finished. Angort had improved from his old ring around the lava into a much better, more unique shape. Running through almost 50 boulders, he had changed it from just a bunch of irregularly shaped rocks into something more impressive. The first few had Smiley Sands sand all over it, in little holes in the rock. If Angort stepped in them, his foot would get stuck, he would need more time to get it out. The next few had to be higher and higher, culminating in an impressive leap into a pool of water. After climbing out and running a few more rocks coated with the slimy stuff from the Tar Pits, he had to swing from the glowy grapevines. However, while hanging from the vine, he had to do a series of kicks on a training dummy. Now, this training dummy was special. He had made multiple, but in essence, it was three logs with branches that moved because they were on a pillar. However, the design was nowhere near done, as they didn't always move, getting stuck on the rough surfaces of each other. After this series of kicks was over, he could get to the next vine. Finally, he had to climb back up to the cave, where Thiymel and Ehwis would be waiting. They wanted food, and he could hear the groaning of Thiymel along with the slightly irritated humming of Ehwis. He had to get up there quickly.

Beginning the course, he was weighed down by packs of poffdula pods, which made it much harder for him to jump from one stone to the next. But he had gotten their favorite flavors, so they'd be much more pleased (he hoped). It was tricky keeping his foot out of the sand, but he got the hang of it eventually, and began hopping from stone to stone. Soon enough, he had passed that part, and began to ascend the vertically ordered stones, growing taller and taller, and harder to leap upon. Once he had to use one hand to get up, clutching the poffdula pods in his other hands. He couldn't let any spill into the lava. Finally, he made his leap.

However, it was not successful. He only just managed to catch himself, although many of the poffdula were thrown up in the air. Scrambling to catch them all, he just missed one. It had the great fortune to roll into the lava.

"Not again. Thiymel's gonna kill me."

He had to keep going, however. So, he persevered through the course, keeping his balance so as not to lose any more pods. The kicks were not too hard, his hands allowed him to grab on pretty well. However, those same hands would not help when climbing. He had to run up the wall each time, only just managing to grab on to little niches within the mountain.

Arriving at the top, a blob covered with black blood and tar displayed his finds. While Ehwis began to eagerly snack on one of the open pods, Thiymel counted the amount. There was one less than usual.

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Angort's Astradaara Apr 27, 2020 23:35:44 GMT -5

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Movement IV

To get to the Smiley Sands, they had to go through a great mountain. Normally, since Thiymel was alongside him, he would have gone around Mount Tall (as he called it). This time, however, he wanted to conquer it. Mount Tall was one of the biggest mountains this side of the range. It was imposing, with many craggy protrusions and not too many caves to rest in. However, he was determined to make it to the top. So, he began to climb.

Thiymel was on his back, watching him as he made his way up the steep mountainside. It was difficult for sure, and he was getting tired. Then, suddenly, rock slide! Something green lashed out from one of the caves, and a bunch of boulders was coming down for them. They didn't have enough notice to climb into a cave, so they fell a long distance to the bottom. Thiymel, of course, landed on her feet. Angort, even with all his agility, was not so lucky. He fell straight on his...torso? Upper half? Front side. He fell straight on his front side, and groaned. Something was up there, some sort of being. A stridor, defending a hoard? He had heard about those creatures, and sometimes he thought he saw one. Maybe an elusive Mountain Camivan? He couldn't be sure with this mountain, he'd never gone up it. But he began to feel much better, and an abrasive surface was grating against one of the cuts on his arms. With a start, he realized it was Thiymel's tongue. She was cleaning him! What a weird thing to be feeling so happy about, your own pet cleaning you. Normal stuff, one would think. But Thiymel was somewhat snooty, so this was actually a first. Regardless, he felt all warm inside. What a nice feeling!

He began once again, this time keeping a secure hold so as to jump to the side if any boulders came down. As expected, they did come down, crashing and thumping on the side of the wall. However, Thiymel meowed a warning, and he jumped to one side, underneath a ledge. A caminu looked over, making sure that the two hadn't come up. So that was the culprit. Angort was pretty mad right now, not very mad, not steaming mad, but pretty irritated. However, he calmed himself down. Breathe in, breathe out. Breath in, breathe out.

Thiymel was not one to keep quiet, however. Screeching, she jumped off of Angort's back, and clambered up the ledge, where she was met by three caminus. They began to advance upon her, growling. Screeching again, she lashed out with her claws, and butted one with her horns, causing it to fall off the edge. What a way to go...if it did go. Bloblings could float, after all.

Meanwhile, Angort had gotten up to the ledge, and was currently helping Thiymel fight off the Caminus. One was gone, and the remaining two were easily dispatched, although Angort was getting very, very tired. Half of his body was bleeding, and he was probably going to pass out. But, before that, he got to the peak of Mount Tall. Raising his arm in victory, he began to go back down, the other way. He'd never get tired of this.

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Angort's Astradaara May 14, 2020 20:25:14 GMT -5

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Movement V
He was the fastest. No, not the fastest, correct that. He had become faster, definitely. His speed had increased because of his many training sessions, and so on his journey with Thiymel and Ehwis, he decided that he wanted to race. Thiymel and Ehwis were fast enough, he supposed, but he needed to find the fastest animal around. However, the only animal that was fast enough was a Stridor. They could fly, and flying creatures were generally very fast. But where would he find a Stridor? They were in these parts definitely, but he would have to find one first. How would he go about doing this? It was like an impossible task, except...more impossible. He would have to search every cave, nook, and cranny to find one of these elusive beasts. However, Angort was determined to do this. So, while his pets Thiymel and Ehwis were playing, sleeping, eating, and generally doing other things, he began to climb.

He had climbed for so long, and no luck. Each mountain was desolate, filled with nothing but gems and water and lava. There was nothing of worth here. So, he sat down, and looked at the view. Wouldn't it be great if a stridor just flew into view right now, and he could track it down? As Fate would have it, that exact thing...did not happen. He sighed. Looked like he was going to have to do more searching. So, he began to climb down the rocky mountainside. As he did so, his insectoid head happened to look up at a very peculiar sight. At the peak of the mountain was a weird shadow, as if there was some extra stuff there. Was a stridor curled around the side of the mountain? His heart would have begun to race, if he had one. He began to scramble up the mountain, holding on to every handhold he could get, flipping and twisting his way upwards. Meanwhile, on the ground, Ehwis looked up and sighed. He had been trying to tell Angort about that stridor. Finally, the blob had noticed it. Well, it wasn't his problem. Let Angort race, or whatever. He wanted to eat. Signalling to Thiymel, they went to raid some of the caminu in the area, deprive them of their food stores. Could caminu do that? They had no idea. They went anyways.

He reached the top of the mountain, and gazed upon the massive dragon-like beast. It...it was smirking at him! What? Why? He raised his hands, and screamed:
"Stridor!"
It did not even give him the satisfaction of replying.
"I want to race you!"
Again, it huffed. This little pinprick of a thing was going to tell it to race with him? But it seemed to believe in what it wanted to do. Perhaps...perhaps he would give it the satisfaction of racing with a great being such as himself. Huffing once more, it lifted off, and the blobling crowed in delight.

He raised his fists up to the sky as the Stridor began to fly faster and faster. He had done it! He was racing the fastest thing in the Mossy Mountains, a real life Stridor! But soon he realized that was only half the battle. he also needed to win. Thinking so, he began to run down the mountain.

Eventually, he ended up at the edge of another part of the mountain range. He was tired as fuck, and the Stridor was sitting comfortably. Opening one eye, it spoke.
"You are not fast."
"I know."
"Good."
With that little conversation, it flew off into the distance, back where it had come. Angort was content, however. He had learned that he was not as fast as he believed. He needed to grow faster.

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