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Seeking Jezelda (Evendur x Lord DreamCrusher)

As soon as his yellow eyes laid upon the creature he tapped into the animal side of himself, bones shifting and expanding in a sickening display while thick black fur sprouted from his every pore in his transformation. The tiger crashed into him as he took his hybrid form but, despite the flurry of fangs and claws, he was able to throw his attacker aside and extend his claws in preparation for retaliation.

Offering a snarling growl, Draven lunged forward and snapped with his powerful jaws as he looked to grab hold and rip the beast to the ground. Regardless of how effective that strategy proved, he was quick to swipe with each of his claws as he forwent the effort of enhancing their power to instead strike multiple times with speed. "Looks like the meat came to us without a need to hunt!"

Bite (Forgot to power attack this round but that's okay): [1d20+18]=9+18=27
Damage: [1d8+13]=7+13=20 (All his attacks deliver 1d4 bleed, though that doesn't stack because pathfinder bleed rules are dumb)
Trip Attempt: [1d20+18]=3+18=21

Claw 1: [1d20+18]=8+18=26
Damage: [1d8+13]=5+13=18

Claw 2: [1d20+18]=4+18=22
Damage: [1d8+13]=8+13=21
 
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With Misaki's help the creature was wounded though it seemed intent to continue the fight rather than retreat. As he moved to dodge one of the claws and the large jaws of the beast Draven was caught by the other front paw and, although the claws couldn't dig very deep into his flesh, they hooked nature of them dragged him in and refused to let go; he was stuck in his enemies' grip.

Instinct would have him seek to free himself but Draven knew better, that would be a waste of effort when he could just focus on killing it instead. It was difficult to bring his claws and teeth to bear with his leg pinned, though it was far from impossible as he continued to rip chunks from the creature with his mouth only to swipe powerfully with the jet black daggers that jutted from his finger tips; making blood spray wildly with any hit he made.

Draven takes 4 damage after DR.

Due to Grappled condition his AC becomes 25 (-4 Dexterity)

Did you deal the 1d4 bleed on its turn? That happens at the beginning of the creature's turn if I recall correctly.

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Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+14]=10+14=24
Damage: [1d8+17]=6+17=23
Free Trip: [1d20+16]=5+16=21

Claw 1: [1d20+14]=15+14=29
Damage: [1d8+17]=8+17=25

Claw 2: [1d20+14]=4+14=18 (Pretty sure that misses)
 
The large beast locks into Draven, but that seems to only hasten its own death as the werewolf proved why HE was the apex predator, as he finished killing the big cat that had attacked them.

"I know they're meant to be stealthy hunters, but geez, how did I miss something that big?" Misaki said, scratching her head once her partner had killed it.
 
Draven was hardly winded by such a brief encounter but his heart-rate was up and he was in fight mode so-to-speak, taking deep and rapid breaths to make his blood rich with oxygen. As the creature collapsed under its own weight, he was quick to dive for the throat and clamp down to ensure it was really dead. Unfortunately, once he released his fangs and surveyed the corpse, it was clear that there wasn't going to be a full pelt to collect considering the wild damage he'd done in his frenzy of strikes. Hopefully he could save some of it, though he was more interested in the fresh meat considering.

"You underestimate the beasts of the natural world. You shouldn't." He replied to Misaki. Considering that he and his kin were just as large as this creature and that some of his pack could move just as quietly. He was not one of them of course, too focused on staring down his enemies in direct confrontation, but he'd seen their skill for himself to know it was possible. Thankfully the cover of night often aided his skills enough to still slip past the average human, though he rarely needed to do such a thing.

Kicking off the claws from his left leg, Draven, still in his hybrid form, took a moment to look around and ensure there wasn't another before he got to work skinning and butchering the animal while it yet remained fresh. He focused upon his form and narrowed his claws, making them more precise in order to better cut through the flesh without damaging the internals more than necessary. It wasn't his finest work but he felt fairly confident that he could get a decent meal for the two of them out of this creature, given enough time. "Keep an eye out while I deal with this. We'll stop here to eat before moving on. Get some firewood if you find any suitable."

Survival: [1d20+11]=7+11=18
 
"Yes Alpha." She replied with a nod, replying to both of his statements at once. The ninja kept an eye out for any potential interlopers, scanning all the directions of the forest, since out here, an attack could come from anywhere. As she does, she collects firewood for them as best she can. She manages to find enough to start a fire.

Perception = 17
Survival = 10
 
With the wood collected and the animal skinned and butchered, Draven pulled out his flint and steel and got to work sparking the tinder into flames. From there it was back to simple cooking, finding sticks to serve as a makeshift spit or small kebabs for simple cooking that would suit their needs but not really have any flavor beyond the meat itself and the smoke of the fire. As per usual Draven ensured that Misaki had to wait to eat, letting her alpha take his favorite parts of the creature for himself and eat his fill before leaving her with the remainder. Out of curiosity he also spent the time checking the gender of the animal as well, certainly tempted to continue the torment of making her eat any male genitalia he hunted for the sake of his own amusement and nothing more.

Survival (Basic Cooking): [1d20+11]=7+11=18
 
"Great, cactus dick, my favourite." Misaki replied dryly as she was again made to eat the genitals of the male beast before she could eat any of the real meat. Being so large, it was similarly endowed to Draven, and had quite the large penis and balls to have to swallow. The kitsune struggled in her human form, her cute mouth having issues opening that wide. She grumbled and switched to her true form, trio of tails appearing as she opened her muzzle wider than she could her human mouth, taking bites of that large cock now that she could fit it inside her mouth. The large, fuzzy balls made her a little ill, but, she closed her eyes and swallowed them one, and then the other, making unpleasant noises as she clearly hadn't enjoyed her meal. It being such a big set, her stomach was full, meaning she didn't get to eat any of the real meet.

"In some parts of my homeland, that part of a tiger is considered an aphrodisiac. I have no idea why, bleh." She said, venturing her knowledge as she tried to wash the taste of it out of her mouth, still in kitsune form.

Under 51 it's Male! = 18
 
He watched as she struggled to consume the manhood and the accompanying ballsack, smiling openly as the difficulty continued to show plainly on her face to the point that she had to change shape just to manage. In all honestly he'd done the same in the past, not having been forced like she was but the pecking order in regards to getting to choose from the meat of a hunt was something he was very familiar with. He hadn't always been such a capable warrior or hunter so, in a strange way, this was a measure of payback taken out on her.

"Maybe they just tell you that to make your females more receptive to pleasing balls. In what little travel I've had thus far it seems that most females are hesitant to do anything except get fucked in pussy or ass." Ass mainly as a makeshift contraceptive or for those worried about maintaining their virginity until marriage. In any case Draven had stayed in his hybrid form and eaten the majority of the meat of his own. Although they couldn't finish off everything that was available to them they didn't need to leave behind much.

"Maybe I'll have to try making my cock spiky sometime. I'm sure your walls would love that scraping against them with every withdrawal." Unlike the typical werewolf of his people, Draven could alter his form in many ways that were considered exceptional. He mostly used this to extend his claws or fangs but he could probably grow spikes on his tip like a cat, or maybe even make his cock into a tentacle if he wanted to. He hadn't experimented much with such things in all honesty but, for the purposes of tormenting his omega, they sounded a lot more appealing. Nevertheless the meal was finished and he snuffed the fire as they made to move on. "There is still time left in the day for travel, we keep moving." As he said this he returned back to his human form, sizing down and losing most of his muscle mass as he displayed a much more socially acceptable traveler to any they might meet in passing.
 
"Well, I meant that they consume it as a meal, before they attempt to make love. And yes, spiky wolf dick is right up there on my list of things I want to experience, just under throwing myself in a volcano." Misaki said sarcastically, as she reverted to her human form, and they broke camp. Since they seemed to be in quite the rush for some yet unknown reason, at least to her, there was less chance that Draven would punish her for her tone given that they needed to keep moving.
 
The pair continued for several more hours, crossing a river around when Santus had said they would, which was another sign that they were on the correct path to the old town site. Past the river, Misaki holds up a hand to stop Draven, having detected something before his acute nose could. Pointing off into the distance, she lowers her voice to talk. "Alpha, I see a pack of Owlbears over there, seems to be quite a number of them. Do we want to try to avoid them and risk giving them our backs if they chase? Or should we sneak up and deal with them?" The ninja asks as she places a hand on her wakizashi just in case they start charging them.

Draven Perception = 15
Misaki Perception = 31
 
He considered the information for a few moments, not really sure about any of the details of an owlbear and their behavior, before he shook his head. "Try to avoid them. There's no point in wasting time with them. Most animals won't care about you if you leave their territory alone anyways." Not that he feared them but rather felt it was an unnecessary expenditure of time and effort to slaughter the creatures without need. The issue of the upcoming full moon and his lack of a sacrifice weighed upon his mind. Perhaps at least they might find something in the area of the ruins but he wanted to give them as much leeway as possible by actually getting there.

Stealth: [1d20+8]=6+8=14

Still trying to avoid them rather than pass near by so distance should hopefully make that mediocre result prove to be enough.
 
Misaki isn't sure that the 60ft or so between them is enough space at this point, and as Draven continues to lead them, compared to the smaller, and much stealthier Misaki, the branch that he stepped on may have well been a gunshot for how loudly it could be heard in the surrounding area. The Owlbears all turn, and see the interloper in their territory, hooting aggressively.

"Well, shit..." The ninja says quietly as she does her best to stay hidden, since that will allow her to best help deal with these 8 Owlbear that are fixing to come over here, and probably just do more than show off their plummage.

Misaki Stealth = 25
Owlbear Perception = 22
Misaki Initiative = 21
Owlbear Initiative = 21 (Misaki wins the tie)
 
As he turned to lead them away Draven unfortunately couldn't quite be sneaky enough to avoid drawing their attention. Again, good enough to fool the average human but not enough for this it would seem. "So be it. I tried to leave you alone and go on our way. You challenge me, you die." Before anyone could react he was already transforming into his hybrid state for the second time today and bounding forward with reckless abandon, snarling with saliva dripping from his bared lips and exposed teeth.

Initiative: [1d20+5]=19+5=24

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Standard Action change to Hybrid Form.
Move action 40ft closer to the owlbears.
 
Misaki is okay with this turn of events, channeling some of her spirit energy into herself, she rapidly throws 4 Shurikens into the pack of owlbears. Two sink into one of them while two miss, and had another one it, she definitely would have downed one of them.

Attack 1 = 19 - 2 for Flurry - 4 for Range = 13 (Miss)
Attack 2 = 26 - 2 for Flurry - 4 for Range = 20 (Hit)
Damage 2 = 6 + Sneak Attack = 11 = 18
Attack 3 = 22 - 2 for Flurry - 4 for Range = 16 (Hit)
Damage 3 = 5 + Sneak Attack = 18 = 23
Attack 4 = 21 - 2 for Flurry - 4 for Range - 5 for Iterative = 11 (Miss)

The pack of owlbears move over to Draven, save for two of them whom move past him, the one injured by Misaki and likely it's mate, going after the ninja. The pair just manage to get there this turn though.

They both provoke from Draven.

Of the six on Draven,
Attack 6 (20) = 28 (Crit Chance)
Confirm = 26
Damage = 10
Grab Grapple = 19
 
The werewolf lord all but laughed off the group that was swarming him as they tried to bite and claw at his thick hide, even the beak that managed to clamp down upon his bicep couldn't break the skin and he remained unharmed in the face of the creatures. His dismissive demeanor showed that he didn't consider them a threat, exuding dominant energy that all but rolled from his rippling musculature like the musk from his glands.

Feeling relatively safe for the moment, despite being surrounded, Draven paused and took the time to focus upon his shape as he extended his claws outward in a wicked fashion. This left him with not much opportunity to retaliate but he still was able to swipe once. Unfortunately his attack went nowhere as the chaotic ball of feathers and fur knocked him around and off-balance long enough to spoil his attempts to aim.

While transformed Draven is immune to Critical hits so no real point in rolling for confirmation unless he's human.

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Move Action Morphic Weapons (Claws)

Claw (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=1+16=17
Natural 1, lovely.
 
Misaki found herself confronted by two angry owlbears, but wasn't worried. She knew how to use shuriken in close quarters without exposing herself. However, she also knew how to falsely give opponents openings, and let take advantage. She channeled some more of her ki, and threw 4 shurikens again. The first one was aimed at the wounded owlbear. Their claws came in as expected, she ducked the first one, rolled away from the second one, and then buried a killing blow into the wounded one and then a trio into its mate's underplummage, killing it as well. She then steps a bit closer towards Draven an the others.

AoO 1 = 16 (Miss)
AoO 2 = 19 (Miss)

Shuriken 1 = 33 - 2 (Flurry) = 31 (Hit)https://www.unseenservant.com/index.php?do=showone&id=236592&macid=18318
Damage = 6 + Sneak Attack = 14 = 20 (Dead)
Shuriken 2 = 30 - 2 (Flurry) = 28 (Hit)
Damage = 5 + Sneak Attack = 14 = 19
Shuriken 3 = 27 - 2 (Flurry) = 25 (Hit)
Damage = 5 + Sneak Attack = 14 = 19
Shuriken 4 = 26 - 2 (Flurry) - 5 (Iterative) = 19 (Hit)
Damage = 5 + Sneak Attack = 11 = 16 (Dead)

5ft step forward.

Now that the owlbears surround Draven, they hoot seemingly derisively at his pathethic attack, and attempt to tear into him with beak and claw. Four of their claws mange to reach Draven, but even the strongest looking ones can't pierce his thick hide. They try to grab him as well, but unlike the tiger, they can't even do that.

Lol, they actually cant hurt you without critting, and they can't crit. I guess they can power attack and nat 20 fish.

Claw 1 = 27
Claw 2 = 27
Claw 3 = 27
Claw 4 = 27

No damage all grapples fail.
 
He glanced over to watch Misaki take down both of the owlbears that had charged her, perhaps she was more useful than originally he though? In any case he simply continued to be annoyed by the creatures surrounding him rather than threatened, all the beaks and claws just glanced off of his body without leaving a single mark and his strength meant that he could easily shake off any attempts to hold him in this engagement. The tiger had at least scratched him a little, this was just embarrassing when he had intended to just let them be in the first place.

This time he snapped out with his jaws but the battering motions continued to prevent any accuracy from him. Taking a moment to try and time his follow up strikes, Draven threw each clawed hand out towards a different target in between their strikes so as to avoid missing again. His hope was that he could make as many of them bleed as possible, ensuring that they'd die before he did even if he continued to have such difficulty actually landing blows. Since his omega was free to aid him, he also gave his commands over the din of battle with his deep, rumbling growl of a voice. "Target the ones that aren't bleeding."

Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=1+16=17
Lovely

Claw 1: [1d20+16]=18+16=34
Damage: [2d6+17]=12+17=29 +1d4 bleed

Claw 2: [1d20+16]=10+16=26
Damage: [2d6+17]=6+17=23 +1d4 bleed
 
"Got it!" Misaki called out as she darted around to flank for Draven, and tapped one of the uninjured ones on the shoulder, with her left, as her right conjured a shuriken. She sidetepped the blow though, not as easily as she would have liked, and flung the pointy thing into his face.

Owlbear AoO = 24 (Miss)
Attack = 32 (Hit)
Damage = 6 + Sneak Attack = 7 = 13 damage
The one owlbear that Misaki attacks goes after her, the rest attack Draven, flailing wildly to try and land a blow. Misaki nimbly dodges all three attacks for her part. A single claw manages to hit Draven. The claw even draws the tiniest drop of the werewolf's blood, and the large creatures hoot triumphantly.

All attacks miss Misaki.
Power Attack Claw on Draven (20) = 28 (Hit)
Damage = 7 + 4 from Power Attack = 11
 
He continued to get battered around in the middle of the creatures though one actually managed to scratch him hard enough to draw blood. The mark was minimal but it seemed to stir them up more in thinking they could kill him, the deluded idiots. He turned to target an uninjured one, continuing to time his strikes as he lashed out with his teeth and managed to clamp down one of their legs before he pulled and twisted his neck to flip the owlbear onto the ground in a heap. With it down on the ground he couldn't resist the opportunity to focus it down, eschewing the strategy of bleeding them all dry to instead take advantage of its inability to properly defend itself without its footing.

Ripping his teeth back and tearing a chunk of flesh with them, the werewolf lord slashed at the underbelly of his prone enemy. His extended and enhanced claws cut huge gashes through the fur and feathers as he attempted to eviscerate the one that had fallen, the one who showed weakness and sparked his predatory instincts.

Draven takes 1 damage after DR

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Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=16+16=32
Damage: [1d8+17]=1+17=18 +1d4 Bleed
Trip Attempt: [1d20+18]=17+18=35

Claw 1: [1d20+16]=9+16=25 +4 Prone
Damage: [2d6+17]=10+17=27

Claw 2: [1d20+16]=3+16=19 +4 Prone
Damage: [2d6+17]=11+17=28
 
"Excellent job Sir!" She complimented Draven as he killed the owlbear, and looked to see which ones weren't bleeding yet. Even though she could easily dispatch the 3 wounded ones, she didn't want him to take it out on her later. Misaki feinted the two healthy owlbears with another false opening, hoping they'd expose themselves too.

Draven handily kills the prone one.
AoOs vs Misaki's AC 27
AoO 1 = 26 (Miss)
AoO 2 = 9

Rapid Shot 3 Shot

Attack 1 = 18 - 2 = 16 (Hit)
Damage = 6 + Sneak attack = 15 = 21
Attack 2 = 17 - 2 = 15 (Hit)
Damage = 5 + Sneak attack = 13 = 18
Attack 3 = 27 - 2 = 25 (Hit)
Damage = 6 + Sneak attack = 15 = 18

Owlbear is dead.
The owlbears continue to try and bring down their foe with their dying breaths, as they don't think a creature that would do what Draven just did would let them live anyways. They draw another drop of blood from the werewolf.

Three of the four remaining owlbears continue to bleed.
One bite attack hits.
Damage = 7 + 4 from Power Attack = 11
 
Once he realized the owlbear beneath him wasn't getting up Draven had a slight rush of satisfaction at the blood mess he'd made of it, though it was short lived considering the battle was not yet over and another serrated beak scraped him and drew another bead of blood upon his dark hide. He wasn't at much risk here but it was annoying, like stinging wasps or multiple paper cuts upon his flesh, and it helped him to turn and focus on the ones that still remained.

His yellow eyes surveyed the condition of the four creatures, three of them bleeding away their life force thanks to gashes he'd left in them while one was yet untouched. The battle plan was ready to shift and he commanded as such while he rounded on the healthy one. "Finish the wounded, I tire of this." One more he sought to sink fangs and claws into furred and feathered flesh. They could have fled, he wouldn't have chased them down, but apparently they were too bloodthirsty or too stupid to realize this. He had better things to do than waste time upon them while his goddess awaited his deeds.

Draven takes another 1 point of damage after DR

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Full attack against unwounded/non-bleeding owlbear

Bite (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=17+16=33
Damage: [1d8+17]=6+17=23 +1d4 bleed
Trip Attempt: [1d20+18]=3+18=21

Claw 1: [1d20+16]=10+16=26
Damage: [2d6+17]=5+17=22

Claw 2: [1d20+16]=9+16=25
Damage: [2d6+17]=5+17=22
 
Misaki nodded and adjusted her footing slightly, continuing to fight in her exaggerated, wasted movements as she tried to bait the remaining trio into taking advantage of her 'lapse' in her guard. The owlbears continued to prove their incompetence and Misaki went all out, not wanting Draven to be annoyed with her not following his orders. She wasn't minding it, she was getting to show off her skills. The first one falls from a single shuriken. The second one takes two. The last one is still standing after two, but then bleeds out thanks to Draven's jagged wounds.

AoO 1 = 11 (Miss)
AoO 2 = 16 (Miss)
AoO 3 = 14 (Miss)
All 3 are flat-footed for her attacks.

Shuriken 1 = 23 - 4 = 19 (Hit)
Damage = 6 + Sneak attack = 13 = 18 (Dead)
Shuriken 2 = 21 - 4 = 17 (Hit)
Damage = 6 + Sneak attack = 10 = 16 (Still standing)
Shuriken 3 = 24 - 4 = 20 (Hit)
Min damage kills.
Shuriken 4 = 25 - 4 = 21 (Hit)
Damage = 5 + Sneak attack = 15 = 20 (Dead from bleed on his turn)
Shuriken 5 = 18 - 9 = 9 (Miss)

"Well, that didn't likely go how they planned." Miskai said with a grin, not surprised that they won, but happy they did.
 
It was comforting that Misaki was obeying his orders and, within seconds, the situation they had setup was completed by her finishing two of the three remaining owlbears only for the last one to attempt to fight, then pause and collapse as the blood loss proved too much for it to handle. If Draven hadn't been so inured to violence he might have considered the situation dramatic and impressive, as it stood he was thankful to finish them off and perhaps pleased to note that Misaki was not as useless as their initial confrontation had made him suspect.

Shaking off the adrenaline that flowed through him, Draven paused to survey the carnage around him and exhaled sharply from frustration. "Stupid creatures to think themselves predators compared to me. Now we have a plethora of meat and no appetites to consume it. A wasteful hunt, one I hoped to avoid." Hunters had a responsibility not to kill everything lest they starve in later months. Draven cared not for the lives of the beasts but rather for the waste of flesh. He debated taking the time to skin them for their pelts, or at least the ones that still had enough pelt worth saving, but weighed against the approaching full moon he shrugged it off. A handful of clinking coins weren't near as valuable to him as was the favor of his goddess, or rather his demonic patron. He turned back from his bestial form, body shrinking and fur receding into his skin until he appeared as he usually did; a muscular and somewhat handsome human in a rugged sense of the word. "We should keep moving... but you did adequately. Your obedience is improving."
 
"Well, I'm not sure how tasty owlbear is, but I understand what you're saying, Alpha." Misaki replied, not really sharing Draven's qualms about over killing. She was not a woodswoman or a hunter, so, it wasn't something she particularly cared about. Most of her food came from taverns and shops, not hunted out in the wild.

"T-Thanks." She replied, a little surprised to be getting praise from the werewolf, and a genuine smile came onto her hips, that she quickly tried to hide, not wanting him to know that she liked him praising her.
 
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