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if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Mango - November 24, 2019
ayo!! @Mal hope you don't mind if I throw mango in yalls direction :D
The boy had been traveling up through the Wilds from the South. In some way or another, it seemed that upon the route he had taken, he had conveniently avoided encountering the territory of pack wolves. But more like inconvenient, really. Because Mango was in search of a community home. He would have been thankful to find himself at the border of anyone's land, but luck hadn't worked out for him that way.
At least, not until now. Finally, partway through the Wilds already, his path had led him in the right direction. A quick sniff from his dark nose alerted him of the invisible line before him, clearly marked. He grinned cheekily to himself, satisfied to have found what he'd been searching for. Hoping the people around these parts weren't too aggressive, he threw back his head and decidedly let out a howl, cutting sharply through the white noise of nature to summon whoever could arrive.
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Belharra - November 24, 2019
I could not resist getting into more trouble, considering Belharra was around the area and I've been stalking the Lonely threads!
If you want to hear a secret, Belharra had never left Neverwinter. For one, it was a big territory, and for two, that crazy speckled kid's insistence it was his when it was a free territory had Belharra's hackles all up. Smelling thoroughly like the pine forest, and unrepentant about that little fact, Belharra was doing what Belharra did best this fine day: undoing someone else's hard work.
Standing up with a groan, Belharra left another little gift for Mal to be reminded of in the form of acrid piss in white snow. She had been doing this all morning, and by now had eaten as much snow to refill her reserves as she could tolerate. Wiping the snow with the scent of her pawpads, Belharra moved on and saw a reddish wolf standing diligently by the borders she had just pissed on. First mistaking Mango for the snake-dude not so far from here, Belharra sauntered towards Mango with an easy wag to her tail. "Hail!" She called, finding that a bit too formal (though it reminded her an awful lot of her godfather, the stern warlord that ruled the island Belharra used to call home). "What can I help you with?" Belharra winked, tail wagging warmly and a grin held on her muzzle.
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Mal - November 24, 2019
Oi! No fair posting right before I get home and am able to! :P
He totally appreciated when people respected his fledgling pack. A little farther than usual, (actually probably on a certain jerk's trail from a while ago), he didn't appear quite so promptly as he would have otherwise. Still, he trotted on over that way. Or he was amiable until he saw who it was who was "greeting" them. Um. What.
Mal, was done with this chick. He was coming from deeper inside the territory, and the change in his face was probably quite visible after the second of gawking. But that was it, he just sprinted at her, not making any noise other than his footfalls, but visually a giant bristled pile of dominance and aggression, face twisted monstrously. New person would have to wait, he was done with this idiot. He dove at her with an open maw, snarl arriving only in those last few feet to cross, to lock on to whatever bit he could, get a grip of flesh, and shake his head to try to rip it clean, and he wasn't gonna stop trying until she left. These lands were his, and if she wanted to risk her hide, he'd punch a hole in it.
She would not be staying in Neverwinter any more unless she wanted to be a corpse.
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Mango - November 24, 2019
lmaooo this went 0 to 100 very fast! :"D
It was not long before a dark woman came sauntering up to meet him, first shouting something in his direction, before asking what he needed help with. She was not a particularly remarkable or attractive woman, but her warm grin and friendly wagging tail was a good sign. Perhaps she was who he was in search of. "Pleasure to meet you, do you happen to be the leader of whichever home I've come across?" At least, that's what he had intended to say. He was only halfway through his question when his words were interrupted.
A handsomely colored man, who he had been unaware of before, came barreling out seemingly from nowhere. Right in front of Mango, the man snarled fiercely, attacking the woman who had greeted him so pleasantly. In a moment of shock, his eyes widened as he stumbled backward a few feet away from the brawl. On one paw, he could help the woman who had smiled at him. But in some way he felt that he had intruded on something here- that man seemed to be out for blood, surely that was not something that would be seen in a first meeting of the two? Mango had stepped into a situation he knew nothing about, so he could only stare as violence ensued, paralyzed by indecision.
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Belharra - November 24, 2019
As expected, Belharra's presence in the woods didn't go undetected for long. Just about to open her mouth in response to Mango's question, Belharra could hear thundering paws behind her.
Jesus! This guy again. You might want to run. Loco, you knowBelharra managed edgewise, turning around to ready herself for her attacker.
He was coming at a barreling speed, making him an easy target. There was no stealth in galloping, so Belharra was ready when Mal finally came into view, bristly as a porcupine. His trajectory was predictable, so Belharra smoothly stood still until the last second, to neatly sidestep out of dodge. It was just enough to the side that Mal's teeth would only scrape past her shoulder as she did so, drawing just enough fur off of her skin to get her blood pumping. Simultaneous to that Belharra stuck out a forelimb so Mal could trip and eat the dirt of his own forest what with all his bull rushing. That would teach him to run blindly into an attack.
Wasting no time Belharra lunged right after Mal, assuming his wild gallop's momentum would be difficult to rein in. Her teeth snapped for whatever was there, most likely the back of his neck. If he was going to go psycho, Belharra would give him the same in return.
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Markus - November 24, 2019
Markus comes to help a little. Poor Mango, lul...
Markus heard the call and took up the duty of meeting the stranger with a bit of haste in his step. There had been some weird trouble in the pack, lately. He was uncomfortable with the events that had gone down with Cam and the irritating trespasser - as well as the strange lady, who had seemed rabid, from even farther before. He no longer felt passive when he heard a howl on the wind - even if it was not Mal's this time.
As he arrived and saw two of the wolves he'd been pondering - the dumb, annoying female from before and Mal himself - engaging in some much deserved aggression, he realized he was right to be hyper diligent about the summons around the pack. Apparently, all it ever was anymore was trouble. His gaze saw the very pretty, orangeish male quickly and easily - he stuck out like a sore thumb - and Markus moved to him with hackles raised. He saw the confusion in the honey eyes, however, and though he did not relax completely he did not charge him, either.
"Did you call?" He asked bluntly, eying Mal and his target, ready to spring in and help his leader if she fought or fled. "She isn't supposed to be here." it was both an explanation and, perhaps, a bit of warning, too. He had no idea what she was doing there but Markus was happy that Mal was ripping her a new one. Generally a tolerant creature, Markus had not liked the dark woman from the moment he'd seen her. To see her again so soon - in the territory once more - brought the feeling of hot coals to his guts. But he couldn't just leave this guy - potentially a threat, himself - standing there while Mal was occupied. He flicked an ear back to listen to the far more chromatic male, watching his leader and the trespasser intently.
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Mal - January 26, 2020
Ok, so wash in the end and wrapping this soonish. Everyone's gotta be healed up by now in IRL time anyway, heh.
She had turned, she saw him, but she wasn't running like any sane wolf. In the last few yards he slowed so he could actually take a chomp -- he wasn't planning on trying to run her over because he didn't have the mass to do much to beyond give people a hefty shove. Then she stepped aside -- Mal jammed his paws down into the snow to make a sharp turn to follow her, bumping into her leg, the snap of his jaws only really ending in some pulled fur.
It all moved fast. The world beyond was a vague blur, but he was sort of aware of those beyond. There was time for one thing at least:
Guys--!was the sort of half-order, half-question and Mal's request for assistance. This was supposed to be a pack, and he expected that Markus and the gold guy were gonna help defend it (assuming that's what the dude was there for). They'd certainly have a bit to talk about afterwards, but hopefully it would be once everyone had to calm down. Marcus should come help at least.
In that word, she had time to bite onto the fur near where his neck flowed towards his shoulder -- adrenaline-fueled, the pain was nothing, it was unimportant, he needed to prove a point here and he had his own teeth that could do damage. And perhaps her decision to stay put and be clever put her in a worse position than she might have otherwise. She was right next to him, making her within reach as he whipped towards her, looking for a similar hold -- neck, shoulder, whatever. Hold on to her and if she kept biting him, then Markus could come in just after--!
RE: if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea - Belharra - February 01, 2020
Belharra fought just long enough to give Mal a taste of her teeth, then she was off. She wasn't going to risk a two or three-on-one type of deal, as her main interest was surviving. Survival was slim any time the odds weren't one to one.
After a few hits on both sides she thrust away with a grunt, hocked a loogey from her throat, and tried her best to spit right in that Malfricker's face. Take that, ye child-bastard, she thought with a throaty hiss.
Oh, he had done his fair share of damage too, but Belharra wasn't gonna admit it. Later Belharra would nurse the stinging wounds he had inflicted but for now her number-one priority was getting out of dodge fast, before his lackeys joined in. With a scoff she muttered some wild obscenities, and then peeled off in a storm of angry words.