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| Zoey | May 10 2010, 06:18 AM Post #1 |
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Richard While so many citizens of his planet chose to take their bonds to the training grounds, Dick had thought against such a thing. His bonded weren’t exactly… Typical, and nor were his methods of training. While varguls were creatures of pride, they also seemed to have a hierarchy built on respect and power, something very similar to that of wolves. He had made sure while his varguls had been young that they learn that Dick was no push over. From violent fights between himself and one or both of them, to Dick’s warped sense logic that crippled much of that of the varguls. To say the least, they were one big, dysfunctional pack of monsters. As had been promised due to a lost bet with West, Dick was to take the varguls out for an evening hike in the woods. By evening hikes though, this generally meant they were going out to find something fresh to kill for dinner and possibly harass any lost souls in the woods. Dick being a particularly nasty soul would wrestle and fight and tear his varguls down into accepting him as something of a ‘pack leader’, but kept them on a short leash when it came to keeping them in check. If someone actually accepted one of West’s bets, Dick didn’t care, in fact, he would help the beast track down whatever it was the failed soul had that now belonged to West. As for Lilith, she was far easier to maintain and made decent company to speak with as West wasn’t one for talking. So there this pack was, a few hours past, and West had already downed a deer. Dick had cut out his share of the venison and packaged it up to put into his bag while West drove into the belly of the deer. “I don’t understand why you don’t just stay that puny little hound of yours and eat it fresh.” The massive creature growled to Dick, raising its gore-riddled mussel from the deer’s innards. Humans were such fragile and pathetic things, yet as he had experienced, his bonded didn’t need to stay as such and he much preferred the other form. “Humans are such weak things.” With that final statement we snapped at Lilith for taking a piece of the liver. In response Lilith growled back but kept away, going to another organ. They even had their own pecking order. Richard would take his share then leave the rest. “Ya’d be surprised. Plus as much as lookin’ like some youngin’ from yer lot could be ah nice way o’livin’ Ah much prefer more flesh and less fur. Plus, fresh meat is nice lookin’ just not the flavor Ah’m inta anymore.” He laughed, leaning up against one of the giant redwood trees. While the look of raw meat and blood awkwardly made him extremely hungry, the tasted of properly cooked meat exceeded that of something raw. Back in his young messenger boy, the gang he lived with saw no reason to feed him cooked meat and thus for a good time Dick got to experience the flavors of raw meats. He didn’t want Lilith or West picking up on this though, so he was going to avoid letting them taste cooked meat. The sound of slippery and sloppy consuming traveled through the woods for a time till almost all of the deer was stripped of every bit of meat, in some cases, sucked dry to the bone. Lilith and Weston growled and whispered things to one another till Lilith looked to Dick, her ghostly form returning to her. “We should stay the night.” She stated with a voice like that of frighteningly broken wind chimes. Her wide and brilliant eyes staring at Dick suggested that this could turn into an argument between all three of them if he said 'no'. "Fine b'me." He said with a shrug. The female vargul smiled, going to Dick only to whisper to him, "Excellent choice." With that she made a crying laugh to the sky and trotted around to be between both Dick and West. It was a less than favorable feel to Dick, but he was getting used to her near-flirtatious antics. Zoey The Sanglyst had been flying for at least a hour, before finding a small clearing to land. Yet it was not only the clearing that had drawn him to the area, the stench of blood was in the air. A red glow came from the pendant he wore round his neck, the tooth had been a gift and seemed quiet useless to him with his perfect sight, that didn't mean Zane wouldn't wear it to please his bonded. So there he was in the middle of the forest, announcing his presence with the damned thing. However, he wasn't alone, the half-elf had insisted on tagging along with him when he hunted. "Is this where we're hunting, tonight?" The voice came from his back, the girl having been unable to keep up if she'd followed after him on the ground. A cool night breeze sent a chill down the young woman's back, pulling her coat closed to keep in the warmth. Carefully sliding off the vargul's back, lightly stepping to the ground. The movement caused her necklaces to jingle, a hand quickly covered them to silence the sound, not wanting to scare away potential prey. Zoey shoved the chains underneath her shirt, hiding the pale blue glow from her own pendant. Glancing up at Zane, she could tell that this was the place and there was no point in complaining, after all the worst that could happen was they didn't catch anything. Taking a few steps away from the vargul, the darkness dulling her senses, for the time being. She'd needed time to herself the last few days and this had been the end result, hunting with a blood sucking vargul that just happened to be hungry. Breathing in deeply, she was beginning to make out certain things in the distance, but not enough to know if anything was shifting around. "I still can't see much, getting there though." Those wordw were spoken to soon, with a thud and 'ow' followed after it, Zoey lay in an ackward position on the ground, You should watch your footing, rather than the surroundings. A soft chuckle escaped Zane, as he helped the half-elf up. The woman may be a fighter, in some respect, but she was not always graceful as others were led to believe. "I'll make note of that next time." Rubbing her sore knees to ease the pain, hoping that something would soon come along. Richard Dick whom had opted against eating that very moment had let his eyes wander the forest. Catching a glimmer of light he made a brief growl that got the attention of his varguls instantly, and made their Christmas-paired eyes dash to see what he was looking at. Something was in the sky, not something he knew and it flew by before he could determine what it was. His bonded were in the same predicament though, having only caught the tail-end of his sight. Verbal communication, for the most part, was lost. Just by seeing West get up from the ground, Dick knew there was a hunt or search underway. While Dick didn’t respect many, he gave respect to his bonds the way he would his fellow gang mates; after all, they were a pack, the closest thing to having a gang again. Thus, rather than requesting to ride the huge vargul, he stripped himself of his clothing and shoved it into his bag before running the strap tighter. Shifting into his hound form, the bag was slipped over his head and fit snuggly around his neck. All set, he found that West had already went off into the woods, he figured as much, having heard the hulking creature cross the Earth like some colossus. “Best not let him get there too far in advance.” Lilith hissed, thrusting he body forward, following the scorch marks in the ground. Speeding off, Dick got ahead of Lilith despite his smaller strides. West on the other hand was able to cross more space with his massive strides and had come upon the newcomers to the forest first, with time to spare. It wasn’t hard to miss a lord like West approach; he was huge, colorful, and not even full grown by how some of his body parts were awkwardly too large for his already monstrous form. Stopping within a few yards of the thing that he judged came from the sky, he appraised them, and this was clear by his stare. Catching the fellow vargul lift the human from the ground only made the lord thicken his grimace. “These woods are already being hunted…” He stated slowly. Watching them still, ears struck forward, ready to catch any noise from them. This situation was beautiful to him, had he been capable of a human smile… It would have been a very slow and creeping grin. Nonetheless, his bright red eyes shined in such a way to make up for his lack of smile. Zoey Zoey snapped her head in the direction of the voice, her eyes falling upon the Fyrhund. Taking a step towards the blood colored vargul, just to be safe, if the beast decided to charge. "There is plenty of prey in this area, for both groups." The stranger vargul was only slightly bigger than him, but that meant very little. A sudden loss of appitite was not the biggest issue at hand, more along the lines of how they would get out of this situation if it should take a turn for the worse. The half-elf glanced between the two varguls, it seemed like Zane was searching for some kind of sign from the other, not really understanding what was going on, she gathered up the courage to step forward and spoke, "I see no reason why the woods can not be shared. You're not the only one that has to eat." Zoey held an arm out motioning to the surrounding trees, keeping one hand close to her belt. In the back of her mind, she was glad her other bonds hadn't come, if they had, there was no telling what could have happened. Although she would have apperciated the Panthera's company at this particular moment, the eerie look in the lord vargul's eyes gave her goosebumbs, like he knew something she didn't. Richard West’s stoic nature held solid, like that of a stone wall. Thus was his most frightening feature, he was like some statue that even when you left it alone or walked away, you could feel it’s gaze following you all the way into your ‘safe’ bed at home. He wasn’t fond of the other vargul already; he could tell by its size and structure that it probably hadn’t been the best pick of the liter. If West was ever to sire young, he would have eaten such things in a grotesque, Spartan-like manner. Nonetheless the varguls resistance to leave left open for some entertainment… Till the human spoke. At the very sound of her voice he shot a snarl at her. It rattled over most of her words but he got the gist of what she wanted: Peace. This was something that at his very core made him disgusted at the suggestion. “You can see about hunting here, but I bet you myself and my bonded can scare, kill or keep you from your hunting for a full hour.” There it was; he set up a bet. “Win and I shall give you peace to hunt if you please along with blood for a week. Loose and I will claim one of your fangs.” While rather prideful, he did hold some jealousy towards the near tusk-like fangs a vargul like Zane carried in his maw. Just as West finished up, Dick rushed over, through a split redwood to Wests side. Lilith seemed to float in after him only to express an, “Oh dear.” In a haunting yet apathetic tone. Dick, knowing the girl grumbled some growls, looked to her vargul, then to West. He looked up with contrasting eyes to the red orbs that rested deeply in West’s sockets. “I merely offered them to gamble.” West spoke back to his bonded who held to his unvocal, feral, form. Dick merely snorted in response. He could care less what West gambled, so long as it wasn’t HIS money. It wasn’t HIS fault people sometimes accepted his ‘bets’. He hadn’t heard yet… That he would be involved if accepted. Something he also was occasionally against. Zoey Upon hearing the vicious snarl, Zoey's body visibly stiffened. Yet when the lord queried about a bet, she clenched her fists once the stakes were named, one of Zane's fangs if they lost the bet, and that was where the line was drawn for her. A hand held tightly to the hilt of the dagger on her belt, ready to draw it if necessary. Zane realized that he was being severly underestimated, even though he was small, he had power and speed to support him. Hearing the gamble, only seemed to entertain him, and the prospect of having a supply of blood for a week, made things even better. He was about to answer, when the two others came into view, the wolfish beast smelled of humans, which he assumed to be the other lords bonded. However, for a few short seconds his attention was drawn to his own bonded, who appeared to become even more tense when she recognized the hound. But he quickly dismissed it as nothing important, readying to give a reply, he was beaten to it by the girl. "I will have nothing to do with your wager, but if Zane wants to, he can. It is his fang that is on the line, after all." She looked up to him, her blue eyes reflecting her decision in this situation, "Know this though, I have no intention of interfering." with that said she walked towards the tree line and sat down, still within range of hearing everyone. The Sanglyst hissed loudly at the half-elf, she never seemed to think things through before reacting. "I see no real harm in the stakes. The offer of blood is one, I don't usually overlook." He bared his teeth to show off the full length of his fangs, It didn't really matter if he lost, not that he intented to, but it would grow back after a few weeks. "I accept your bet, willingly." The next hour would undoubtly be interesting, digging his claws into the earth getting ready to take off. Richard West looked away from his bonded and toward girl, agitated. He said nothing; in fact, Lilith took up the position of translating the lord’s body language. “I don’t believe he was speaking to you, dear.” Her voice chillingly projected. It wasn’t a kind voice, and it wasn’t purely haunting and inhuman even for a vargul, but rather careless. She cared not for others aside from her bonded who only grasped her respect through his dealings with a beast like West and the man’s vargul-like nature. Her foggy faces shifted about, her presence only detected by the cold of her existence and pair of brilliant eyes that penetrated the night with the slightest glow. With and answer given, West nodded. “As your bonded is disinterested and,” He looked to Dick, “mine probably equally so, their involvement in the bet will not be permitted.” These creatures were not sharks with serrated teeth that grew back in, nor were they like some immortal beings that could grow back anything lost. Weston was no fool; he was a vargul himself and only took what could not be grown back without outside powers… If so, he did claim the fang, if it were to grow back, he would tear it from the varguls mouth each time. His intentions were not at all simple nor were they ever friendly. Striding over to the Sanglyst so their distance from each other was made shorter, he looked to Lilith. With a snort the female came to attention, eyes wide like two moons stained green. Her face floated over to the two fellow vargul. “I assume you want me to begin the bet.” She stated mournfully, obviously not interested in being part of this. “Very well.” Her voice sung the words this time. Looking at either two of them once, she held a pause for a brief moment. “Go.” She yapped awkwardly, not being one to say thing suddenly. Not even a second after Lilith yapped did West lash out at the Sanglyst with his fangs, rearing up on hind legs to overpower the smaller and thinner vargul with both his weight, strength and burning hot fangs and paw pads. “West yer such ah fuckin’ cheat.” Dick growled happily, having taken the time to shift into a new shape. It was somewhere between man and hound but far larger than the feral form due to its ability to stand on digi-grade legs and apparently capable of speech. He rarely took this form, it was awkward to him. Lilith returned to Dick’s side, getting out of the way of whatever tussle was to begin. This was an entertaining evening nonetheless, albeit strange to the elf-girl, Dick assumed. The female was the only thing that wasn’t some sort of canine… At least she wasn’t the only feminine creature, Lilith cured that. Zoey Having little time to react, Zane folded his wings close to his body, barely dodging West's attack. The blood curdeling snarl erupted from his chest, one front paw lashing out at the other vargul, trying to slash him. Jumping back to place some distance between the two, taking one last glance at his bonded, wondering if she truly intended to stay out of it. There was no time to waste, so he barreled off into the trees, quickly manuvering through them without much sound from his paws. Without realizing, the pendant was snagged in a branch, causing the leather string to snap against the force of his tug. This would give him the stealth that he so needed at the current time. Not very mcuh time had passed when the Sanglyst began to slow, listening for the sound of beating hearts, hoping that the next hour would hold more interest for him. After all, he'd lose a fang if he didn't win, a few moments later the vargul honed in on a steady rhythm, several meters away, a young doe by the sound of it. Now he just had to get up close, to catch the little thing would be the real test. Zoey sat there quietly at first watching, but at some point closed her eyes, apearing to fall asleep. Her hearing increased when her eyes were closed, there weren't any distractions to keep her from concentrating, this way. "I don't see how he's cheated. Only taking the initiative." It wasn't her fight, but she would pray that Zane came back alive, if not in one piece. The half-elf could only wait for this whole thing to end, and there wasn't much else for for her to do till then. Richard West wouldn’t give the Sanglyst the chance to get up into the air so easily. Even when a dodge was made with wings, what were wings but leathery things? Jaws frantically crashed down onto the bone and hide of the wing. Even as the clawed paws came at him, the fiery beast would not flinch. The claws would reach his bulky shoulder but with fangs going for the creatures wings, a majority of his protection came from his prey’s own leather hide. When the fellow vargul went to withdraw, a backing motion could be felt, now was his chance! Feeling the weight shift to jump, Weston took advantage of the fact that when one goes to jump in any way, they are temporarily unbalanced; he thrust his weight violently into the Sanglysts as to topple the smaller and thinner creature. Already on his hind legs and up against the darker vargul this shouldn’t be a difficult task the lord thought, executing it. The whole while West had been giving of roaring snarls between teeth that felt of hot iron, his whole body was heating up. Dick took interest in the violence but still heard the girl’s words over the scuffle. “Ah’m just teasin’ em’ we got two different methods.” Despite their previous encounters Dick was his usual self. No matter what he had done in the past, the man had a knack for acting as if nothing happened. “Well, this is gunna be ah while.” The werehound yawned, getting up on its two pawed-feet to stretch, a few bones cracking. Tossing his neck around he cracked a few spots before taking the bag off his neck. “Lilith, can ya grab some sticks n’things fer me?” He asked to the spectral female. She nodded and wisped off while Dick formed a small circle with some stones and dug into the ground. The female vargul soon returned in a very slick and comely physical form that had an ethereal completion and what looked to be silky fur. This heavenly thing vanish instantly as her form was let go and sticks fell from her now spectral jaws. In a very short amount of time Dick set up a fire and something to put a skillet on that he had in his bag. “Might as well eat m’self.” He chimed, preparing to cook his meat. Zoey Blood began to drip from the wound, it would prevent him from flying whole quite some time. There were two possible options in the current situation, and since the most logical of the two had failed, he would give the other idea a chance. Pushing off on his back legs, attempting to ram into the Fyrhund chest, his dark horns sharp enough to pierce flesh, hopefully it would give him a moment to think. Yet, Zane would need to take hold of every advantage he saw, even if he had to cheat. Kicking up dirt into the air, making sure that it got high enough into somewhat blind the opposing vargul. The smell of blood was beginning to drive him mad, however the raging pulse before him seemed so appetizing, that drool slide from his open maw. In his gastly state he didn't realize that vicious snarls were almost deafening to any listening ears. Zoey had been quietly listeing to everything that had been going on, and when Richard mentioned food, her own stomach grumbled seconds later. Rummaging through her pack, she pulled out pieces of fruit and dried meat, along with what looked like a bottle of vodka. "I wondered why Jasper was messing with my bag." Glancing over to the werehound, she couldn't help but wonder, "You want this. I don't like the stuff." Holding out the bottle to the man, she didn't drink very often and when she did, the half-elf usually remembered nothing of the experience. A smile graced her lips, not from happiness but out of habit. Looking back at the fighting varguls she knew what she'd be doing when it was all over. Richard Time would not be given. West was a natural at what Dick frequently used in fights: Taking the hit or rolling with the punch to get the advantage. Pain was to be expected in battle, and in a manner of a chess game, you had to loss some to gain. As the fellow Vargul rammed against the heavy lord, there wouldn’t be much piercing… After all, harm horns were meant for blunt strikes, there wasn’t much to them to skewer someone like a bull could. This would then leave West with his heavy paws hooked around the back of Zane’s horns to keep the lanky beast from withdrawing from under him and West with the free ability to lash out and bite along the back of the Sanglyst’s neck. Sure his chest hurt some, but there hadn’t been much distance between the varguls in the first place so the blunt strike didn’t have enough force to crack bone. In each bite though West was not forgiving, there were licks of fire coming from his maul and smoke raised from his mouth between teeth that were illuminated by flicks of flame. Dick looked up at the girl when she held the bottle. Shaking his canine head he spoke, “Ah try t’keep away from what looks t’be friendly gifts.” The hound snickered. With his set up the meat was thrown on the skillet and it instantly began to sizzle, the blood and juice of meet pouring around the pan. Now and then he looked up from his cooking meat, which Lilith stood over curiously, to check on the two brawling varguls. It was a very casual encounter for those watching that Dick found it hellishly entertaining. Problem was: He knew West wouldn’t take kindly to verbal interruption of the fight… Dick wouldn’t, thus he respected the beast and went about his cooking. “How could ya even hate th’stuff?” The werehound finally spoke up again to the half-elf. "Next t' whiskey it's like th'universal hard liquor anyone c'n use n' enjoy." Zoey Being unable to back away from the larger vargul was almost impossible with him being pinned, but it didn't take long for an idea to form. Zane leaned forward and attempted to dig his teeth as deep as he could into one of West's hind legs, hopefully he would be able to crack the bone, he'd done it once before. The feel of fire burned and would have roared out, if his maw had not been preoccupied. Pushing his wings out trying to unbalance the Fyrhund, which would surely give him time to make some space between them. In all his years, he'd always found difficulties, and here he was facing another one of those times. Zoey nodded and started to put it away, "I didn't want it to go to waste. Not that I hate vodka, I just never remember the night before." Glancing at the bottle, she decided not to put it back and set it down beside her, if things got bad, she'd prefer not to remember any of it. "I drink it every now and then. I prefer mead though, sweet tooth." All her other encounters with this man seemed unimportant, just the heat of the moment type things. Biting into a piece of dried meat, quietly chewing and watching the two varguls duke it out. It had a strang appeal to her, not like that was anything new to her. Richard “Aw, damn, excellent move.” Dick had to finally chirp some sort of spectator comment, he couldn’t resist. Even though his comment was praising what would be an enemy by proxy, it seemed rather harmless. Dick was fairly certain his vargul would do the same to him had he gotten into a brawl with someone with them watching… If they spoke more. Among the three of them, Dick was by far the most chatty, but to a tolerable degree. Hearing Zoey’s comment he laughed. “Ya really need t’work up ah tolerance then. Then again, Ah’m ah bit jealous, takes me too long t’get even a buzz off anythin’. Makes nights in which Ah plan t’get drunk burn ah mark int’m’ wallet.” Chuckling he shook his head as he flipped the meat around with a flick of his wrist. “Meads pretty easy t’make too ya know.” He mentioned looking over. For a man that was dumb about academics he managed to pick up enough chemistry to learn how to brew… Of course he would, at one point where he was from alcohol was illegal and being in the mob business forced you to meet all sorts of chemist-types. Nonetheless, by the time Dick’s meat was done the fight would be well into twenty minutes. In the fight though, West was NOT appreciating Dick’s side comments. Trying to avoid the fangs he was still getting bitten and cut up with each snap. He couldn’t risk getting a full attack with the very fangs he wanted. The fur was the shortest at the legs and thus grew bloody and it was easy to see against the yellow fur. Pissed and with most of the Sanglyst under his fiery body he took a final snap at the wings to make sure they wouldn’t be seeing flight today before having to withdraw, wiggling and thrashing his hulking body rapidly back till he could slide off the beasts front, he would make certain he could get off as the fire that weld up in his mouth earlier finally released. With something of a bear-like roar mixed with a draconic screech burst out flames. By the red color they weren’t so hot they could kill like a white-yellow flame could, but hot enough to do permanent damage to open eyes and leave a few scorch marks and burn away fur for a good amount of time. Zoey Zane couldn't get a hold of of West's leg, but when the Fyrhund backed off him, he took the chance to make some distance. Yet he didn't get far enough, before the flames reached him, the Sanglyst managed to shield his eyes from the heat. The smell of burning fur and skin filled the clearing, along with blood. Clawwing at the ground, the vargul managed to get dirt into the air around the two. Depending on his hearing, he made his way towards West, hoping to get close enough to bite down on the opposing vargul. Zoey couldn't hold back her giggling as she watched, sure that was a little rude, but one can't help what's in their nature. The half-elf glanced over at the man, he seemed different from what she'd first thought, but that didn't mean much, just another side of him. "I can drink a bit, but I don't do it that often. You could always get a Lager, you lose as much monies then." A smile on her face, finishing a few more pieces of dried meat. Eyeing the vodka, she thought what the hell could go wrong, grabbing the bottle and taking the cap off, a long swig of the liquor and brought color to her cheeks. Richard Dirt wasn’t like fog or mist. When kicked it didn’t linger, all that need be done was to narrow eyes briefly to avoid letting the particles invade. West did such as the dirt, dust and other such ground debries was kicked up. This was by no means a limitation of vision for the Fyrhund. With a very quick snarl the larger vargul flung itself forward at it’s opponent. Lashing front paws out first to claw at the shoulders of his target much in the manner a lion would got at another in it’s territory, it left his mouth open to trying to bite down on either the Sanglysts neck or lower jaw. “Ya Ah could.” He said to the elf. Shifting the skillet back and forth so that the meat wouldn’t settle and burn he thought over this. “Hell, probably ah good idea t’do that. Ah aint much of ah drinker but it’d save me ah coin here and there.” Seeing the girl finally take to the vodka he grinned. Well, when one was bored and in company, it enver hurt. Grant it he didn’t think many would enjoy drinking around him, most didn’t trust this hound enough to make themselves vulnerable in his presence. “What changed yer mind?” He then asked, feral eyes on the meat, able to smell when it was done or burning. Soon enough he pulled the skillet away from the flame. “Lil, can ya get this?” He asked. The transparent vargul sighed, but swept over the flame and in an instant it went out. Her cold misty body killing the flame. This female made a wonderful companion when it came to handling West and that was clear by this motion. “Thank ya kindly.” Dick chirped to the vargul before nipping tenderly on the meat. “Perfect” He all but purred. Zoey Feeling Weston's claws in his shoulder, Zane did the same swiping at his opponent. Snapping his own jaw at the air in some attempt to latch on to any part of the body he could. A series of hissing issueing from his chest. Fatigue was starting to take hold and his movements were becoming a tad bit slower, how long had the fight been going on, an hour maybe. "That's good to hear. Some are said to pack quite a punch." The hard liquior was a bit sour, not that she was really paying attention, taking another swig from the bottle. Upon hearing him ask about why she'd started to drink, she took a second and thought about it. "Just felt like it, any companies better then no company." A blush on her face made it evident that she had a slight buzz. Richard Time was judged mostly by Dick and his cooking. Having finished the meat and began eating it marked 45 minutes had passed. The werehound had no interest in truly in stopping the fight so he said nothing. Instead he kept up the conversation with the elf and eat the meat eagerly. Deer was almost always more delicious than cow… So many farmers here selected the traditional Angus or Whiteface and often ignored the many other breeds that gave unique flavor just because they weren’t as easy to breed and raise. Dick had a brief background in farm life and thus was mildly stubborn about his foods oddly enough. “Ah hope that ain’t ah pun.” He growled teasingly, a chuckle mixed into the whole expression, verifying that the growl was indeed harmless. “Ah’ll think bout it… Not sure how m’varguls would take t’one er th’ other way ‘round.” Picking off more meat and devouring it quickly, the larger, feral mouth made the food vanish faster than it normally would… And he would be hungrier with all the shifting. “Well aint that the truest words if Ah ever heard some.” He chimed, grinning a toothy grin as the girl slipped into a drunken state. Lilith actually cared to stopped the bet unlike her bonded. “Boys!” She chimed in her pleasantly sorrowful tone, calling to them. “Approximately 30 to 45 minutes have past. Hmm, whatever your name is… You should get going on finding something.” She was vastly neutral when it came to the bet and thus her advice was sincere, but who was to say the Sanglyst knew that. Her involvement from there on would once again be limited as she sat back down near Richard. She didn’t mind that the man ignored the turning of time, he and West had and equally matched lust for violence unlike her and something tells me both her bond and West would be displeased to hear the coming end. In fact, Lilith was right. West had been enjoying the fight. Even as the Sanglyst got a few good blows in, mostly with those sharp fangs it possessed, he became more eager to own one the more damage it did to him. Maw growing heavily lacerated along with his shoulders, his focus was preventing the vargul from going anywhere; to prevent it from killing off any creatures in the forest. Due to their heavy growling and roaring, it would seem the Fyrhund was soon to win; no game would be close at this point. Zoey Upon hearing the Capelian speak of how much time had actually passed, there was no possible way that game was in the immediate area. Finding an opening to escape, Zane took the chance the moment he could, practically barreling across the clearing in a few bounds. His sense of smell was being over-powered by the blood from his own wounds, leaving only sight and hearing as help, to find prey. The Sanglyst may have been the runt of the litter, but he'd been the fastest and most cunning. Zig-zagging through the trees attempting to make no sound as he hurried forward. It wasn't long before the rhythm of a beating heart reached his ears, one that seemed almost to calm, possibly ignorant of the looming danger that was soon to ensue. "No pun intended. Only what I've heard from others." The half-elf was well on her way to becoming fully buzzed, but nothing was spinning yet, so she was still goood. Time had seemed lost to her until Lilith spoke up to the two fighting varguls, had that much time really passed? A third of the vodka was already gone and realizing this, she thought it would be wise to offer a drink to Dick once more, holding out the bottle, "You sure, you don't want any? It's better to have company in drunkenness." It was evident that the liquior was doing its job. Richard Weston knew better. He was probably no match for the Sanglyst when it came to running, his body was took weighed down with muscle, by no means built for running as he was built for fighting. So for the whole fight West had been keeping them in close combat, trying to avoid letting the Sanglyst get any distance between the two and always lashing out for an attack. Now, when the vargul aimed to escape West, he was brought back to trying to keep their distance to a minimum. Even if there was the slightest chance the other could win, West wanted to dampen it out. As the vargul lunged to escape, West eagerly thrust himself back onto any bit of the Sanglyst he could catch. With the meat gone and the offer of vodka came up a second time, having seen the half-elf drink plenty of it, he saw no reason why not anymore. “Ah’ll have ah bit.” He answered. Going to the female he reached a clawed hand out for the vodka. He wasn’t going to drink too much, which to his sorrow, probably would keep him from getting anything more than a light buzz. Had he received the vodka, he would open his grizzled maw and pour a far amount down and had it back to Zoey. It went down, burning therapeutically to his belly where it could sit atop the meat that Dick had recently shoveled down there. “That on yer only vargul, er ya got others?” Dick then asked. Conversation was a wonderful thing, and when around people he was either uncertain about or simply not comfortable with, he liked to keep such a thing running. Silent conversation and appreciation was reserved for a select few. PIF It was a quiet night for the PIF. It mellowly moved through the northern hemisphere of Planet, then moved down to hover over where two people were congregating. With as much interest as the lethargic entity could muster, it tried so very hard to make something good happen. Yet, all that poofed out in a dejected way was a little splurt of power which resulted in a shower of Shafas, popping and bouncing and causing general mayhem. A good third of the fifty or so there were Jellies, and so made the most mess. Breathing might be a problem with the handful of Smokes there, and fire was a hazard with the Sparks and Flames abount. The Pinatas just stuck unhappily to the messes the Jellies left behind, before reforming and protesting loudly at how Zoey's head was not a very good place to land, but of course there were no real words, so it was unintelligeable. Ugh! HOW DARE HER HEAD BE SO HARD?! Zoey Zane felt the tug on his leg when the Fyrhund grabbed hold, a pain throbbing from the sharp claws digging in. Turning his body as to grab hold of Weston with his teeth to free himself, he needed to get as far as possible. The sudden movement caused the Sanglyst's right front paw to sink into the earth, mud was easy to find in the forest and if used the right way could be used as a trick for escape. Getting his paw as deep as he could, Zane then pulled it out and attempted to plant the mud in the opponent's face. The vargul could hear a steady heart beat about a mile away, by the sound the creature hadn't heard any of the ruckus that they were causing, which in Zane's case was a good thing, now he just had to get some distance. The half-elf was glad when the man finally accepted the vodka, some how having someone else drink with her, made everything better. Carefully taking the bottle back from him, she placed it down beside her, upon hearing the question, Zoey had to think for a moment before recalling that the blood colored lord was indeed her only vargul bond, "Yep, he's the only one right now, hopefully I'll have more someday. I do have two Panthera, though." She fell silent for a time, until she came to recall that she'd never asked his name or given her own. "I do believe, I've been rude. The name is Zoey." Bowing her head in a formal greeting, but she got no further when Shafas came from no where, the PIF it seemed up to no good again. Picking up the little creature off her head, the woman looked at it and laughed, usually she'd be confused and slightly upset. However she was a tad too drunk to care, only that she had now found something interesting, she'd never seen one up close and this one didn't appear exactly happy with the landing. "Well, hello little one. Where'd you come from?" Taking her free hand and rubbing the Shafa's head. (I didn't add in bold for most since it turned out to be time consuming.) Edited by Zoey, May 10 2010, 09:15 PM.
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| Richard | May 16 2010, 07:22 AM Post #2 |
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The hulking vargul, getting a grip on the other’s leg, made sure to stay behind the leg he managed to get. He was strong, not agile. If he let distance occur then there was no doubt about this creature out running him. Out maneuvering him was another ability this vargul had over him. Weston cursed his bulky frame for this from time to time. When Zane tried to snap though the beast would find he couldn’t reach without causing Weston to shift away, burning fangs still sinking into his leg. Getting a wad of mud would be easy as Weston snarled and began to shake and thrash his head around while tugging the Sanglyst backward as if a dog with one end of a tug-o-war rope. So long as the other vargul kept his balance, when the mug flung back Weston made something of a hiss through his teeth as his muzzle muscles made folds, displaying all of his fangs. The mud wouldn’t last long as the heat flowing through him caused it to dry out and crumble. Licking his lips he listened to the female. “Panthera’s seem like ah’ hell’ova type t’ care for. M’ type of critter though.” He knew she had at least one… part of him was disappointed over not getting to wrestle with the beast when he had a chance. “Dang, fergot about names. Aint rude at all, the names Rich-“ Before he could finish introducing himself his visage changed to a state of complete confusion. A bunch of critters fell to the ground. As many of them popped, Dick’s fur ruffled in a very agitated manner. “Th’ Hell!” The sharp toothed man snapped before coughing a bit at the smoke, spitting to the side of him to get the taste of smoke out of his mouth he blinked a few times and got a full understanding of what happened. Waving a clawed hand around to get some of the mess away from his face he looked to Lilith whom looked the utmost annoyed. "What 'n th' blazes er these?" He asked, blue eyes returning to the half-elf. |
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| PIF | Jun 9 2010, 01:43 AM Post #3 |
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Another Jelly appeared at Richard's legs, staring around with wide brown eyes. It suddenly realized there was a giant two-legged MONSTER right beside it and promptly exploded with terror, showering Richard and nearby Shinies with disgusting green goo. It did not reappear - it seems it had fled to somewhere else. The Pinata that Zoey picked off of her head chattered angrily, batting at her hands. When this failed to free it from the elf's grasp, it exploded in irritation, glitter and confetti shooting in all directions. It, too, disappeared for good, and it seemed that in the meantime the rest of the Shafas had run off as well. If the PIF could snicker, it would have. It really loved its job, sometimes. As it floated off to wreak havoc Elsewhere, it sent one final flick of its consciousness to Zoey and Richard, and they would find themselves suddenly in the middle of a snowstorm. Only it wasn't snowflakes falling, it was marshmallows. Mmmmm. |
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| Zoey | Jun 9 2010, 05:52 AM Post #4 |
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The bloody Sanglyst felt the searing pain in his leg, both from the tugging and the heat coming from the other lord vargul's mouth. Time was almost up and there wasn't much else he could do, except put in as much of a fight as he could. If Weston wanted to play tug-of-war, he'd get it, turning around even further attempting to grab at the Fyrhund by his back leg to make things even. Zane was desperate to win the bet, because the lose would be devastating. The half-elf laughed delightedly, appearing more drunk then she should have been. Hearing Richard's question, she held out the Shafa so the man could see, "They're called Shafa, they explode into different stuff." Seconds later the Pinata burst into confetti and disappeared. This caused Zoey to go into another round of giggles, but when a Jelly went off beside Richard, it made her laugh even harder. She usually knew better, yet the vodka had done it's job and she was capable of just about anything at that moment. "See?" She leaned forward and tried to wipe some of the jelly's mess off him, while stiffling her giggles. But upon seeing the falling marshmellows began to laugh again uncontrolably, it seemed everything was going to be funny tonight. (ooc: I completely forgot about the marshmellows.) Edited by Zoey, Jun 10 2010, 01:10 AM.
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