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Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

She purred for herself as she waited next to Shari for the next round; while one ear remained stalwartly forward the other would flick and swivel, listening to everything while Kiris herself kept her eyes keenly forward. The change in rules had only barely been explained before she bared her teeth in response to the fresh challenge.

This would not be so dull as she'd thought! It would mean she'd have to try harder, and rise to the occasion.

Kiris stood ready and waiting until the shout came: the first arrow flew as soon as she'd begun to exhale, the second was in the air an instant after the first struck the target. The second thudded home as well, barely any time before the third struck the target -- though perhaps not as cleanly as the first and second.

She smiled in the rise and curve of her tail, and in the proud set of her chin, rather than in the baring of her teeth. Beside her Shari chuffed her own amusement and began to clean her forepaw.

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Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

When her first shot fell somewhat outside of her intent Kiris' tailtip flicked, but she pushed it aside. Her stomach was finally beginning to settle, and all the chatter and stink around her was likewise fading to the background.

Kiris raised her bow again and, with a slow breath, she loosed another arrow. That one struck more solidly and was all the encouragement she needed to draw and fire another arrow. She watched its unerring path with slowly widening eyes and even Shari agreed it was a fine shot.

She shook it off, though, and rolled her shoulders before raising her bow and drawing taught the string: Kiris needed only one more solid hit before she could be sure to advance, and as she pondered that latest shot she wondered if she should have done some betting herself.

Ah well.

Her third shot wasn't as strong as its predecessor, but it found a place in one of the dummies all the same. Kiris took aim a fifth time but, like the first shot, the arrow went awry. She wanted to blame the ammunition itself but in truth she'd found no fault with it in her earlier inspection. She couldn't even blame the wind; with three good shots against the two failures well... She wondered if they suspected her of wasting arrows on purpose, and purred in private amusement.

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

Kiris continued to pick at her food until she'd eaten a polite enough amount, but with Tim having already excused himself she made very little ado about it. She trilled a friendly 'until later,' then set off to find and rouse Shari.

It wasn't too difficult, at least once she'd convinced the panther that win or lose it'd at least be a bit of something interesting to watch. Shari at her side, the pair of felines once again made their way across the flotilla.

The junker, with its dummies asway in the breeze, drew their eyes before they'd even properly arrived. Once there Kiris would speak and understand just enough common to enter the contest -- and upon given her coloured arrows she silently scrutinized and inspected each one. She crouched, in fact, and inspected each arrow from end to end with not only her eyes but her fingers and nose. Shari, for her part, sniffed each of the arrows Kiris had set aside and even pushed the tip of her muzzle into the loaned quiver to consider it's smells.

Once the pair were satisfied with the arrows, Kiris inspected her bow to ensure it's function and safety. She'd once seen a bow stave splinter; she didn't care to have that happen in her own face any time soon.

That last bit of mundanity over, Kiris turned to the other critically important aspect: the thanking of the great goddess, She who shines as the sun, She who guides each of Kiris' dreams and steps and actions. She had no care or concern for the hairless monkeys and their thoughts as she lifted both bow and borrowed arrows high over her head as if presenting them to the sun in gift.

Feeling blessed, as Kiris rarely felt otherwise so long as she was free, she thanked the great purring goddess of her people and settled the quiver comfortably on her person. The tabaxi was finally ready, and despite taking her own sweet time she waited with a twitching tail tip for the other contestants to have made their preparations as well.

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

Kiris nibbled at a thin piece of fowl as she listened to Tim's chatter; she wasn't near enough to allow his bad habits to leave her untidy, so largely she didn't care about his mannerisms. Her furred shoulders rose and fell in a shrug as the tabaxi again smiled. "Everywhere, ressa."

She thought she'd wake Shari for the archery, if only for the comfort of familiarity when she put herself forward and into the limelight, but before her thoughts could wander far Tim was laughing and then boasting. Her brows rose and her tail flicked in amusement, but Kiris' words came as a question. "Leaving flotilla...? Before Bay?" She hadn't been paying enough attention, it seemed.

Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

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Sarkus the Shattered Wyld, D&D 5ed

Kiris smiled, mimicking the showing of teeth the way all these variously sized hairless folk did, as Tim introduced himself to her. "I am Kiris, ressa-Tim."

It was more interesting to listen than to interject, and precisely because Kiris didn't expect the monkeys to be able to read her expression she made no attempt to hide her disdain at Shari being so diminished. It was a cultural difference, she assumed, but then the fellow began to talk to... well, apparently no one. And then there was Tim to let her know that the fellow was haunted, just in time to convince Kiris that both fellows were perhaps a few bricks shy of a load when it came to sanity.

The meat came and Kiris hesitated when she saw that it was cooked; it seemed a waste of good meat to burn it so, but Tim dug in with vigour and the traveller wasn't one to be rude about food. Her ears flicked upward when she was spoken to, but Kiris didn't take her eyes off her hands as she began to delicately strip the tender flesh from the bones. "Perhaps -- but I will go at Blessed Isle."