Luneshale Pass would never fail you

dracarys' task: hiro reports a band of yearling boars grazed the eastern field, devastating that field's growth for the season. slaughter them.

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tagging: @Safiya, @Kemal, @Arslan as instructed. <3

dracarys settles in. works on learning the pass he now calls home, it's ways, and patrols its borders. and when he is given a task, some of his weight has returned, though he is still thinner than he'd like. but time and good meals would see him fill out to where he was meant to be, this he knows.

feeling stronger than he has in weeks, he seeks out the band of boars in the eastern field; laying low among the tall grasses as he studies their movements. they were all young, which was not ideal, especially given his task was to slaughter them. their plump bodies would offer good meat, their tusks fine things to worry, and collect ( or maybe even trade ).

already, his mouth waters though he is not hungry.

dracarys' pale glacial blue gaze sparks. the boars would be a challenge, a fatal one if they were not strategic about it ... but dracarys looks forward to it all the same.

Safiya had heeded the call. She did not say anything as she moved into place. But singular eye roved over the boar below. The gaze stopping over the sharp tusks and hooves. This would be a difficult task, but not completely impossible. Part of her even reveled in part the thought of it.

She turned to look at Dracarys wondering were he in charge of this mission. She would wait and see. Again, looking towards the boar.  Only finally speaking softly. They are very fast and very vicious. That was all she said. Perhaps it would help him determine the best course of action.

the young woman that joins him is that: young. missing an eye. dracarys', though would mean no offense by it, feels apprehension grow within his chest. to which her offered words offer him no actual reassurance. he'd known as such. he'd never had a want to hunt them in truth, and he especially didn't now. three boars. two wolves.

ideally, one would herd and the other would slaughter but they were outnumbered and dracarys did not feel like getting impaled by tusks anytime soon.

gaze leaves the boars to rest upon his companion for a moment.

do you feel confident you can take a boar? we're out numbered, so, we could each take one and work together on the last? but if not, you can isolate them, herd them towards me.

Safiya smiled at him. I am always confident. It is a bit of a failing.

She tilted her head back to the boars. Eyes taking them in. We could try and retreat if they all turn at us. At the least we will get excercise, at the most we will get a meal.

Safiya was built different. She did not fear things. She was anxious about them at times. But that was not fear. That was the knowing of what could happen and being prepared. She also was not certain they could catch one, but she had not lied. They could try. There was never any harm in trying.

a soft snort leaves him. he could appreciate that, even if it was, as she said, a folly. at least she recognized it and was honest about it. he shared the sentiment in ways, though perhaps not when it was two versus three of hostile and aggressive creatures.

still, they had a mission to do.

retreat sounds better than dying, dracarys murmurs in contemplative agreement; tail twitching against his hocks. might not get me into the pack fully but ...i can't do anything if i get speared by a tusk.

a wiry grin accentuating the dark humor.

i take one and you take one? he inquires, figuring it was probably their best bet. that left the third but he is ( perhaps foolishly ) hopeful that the third would not be loyal and retreat.

Safiya grinned at the male. Sharp toothed and light. Her singular eye lighting up. For a moment showing how beautiful she would have been, had the world not been cruel. Had she not been maimed as a child. And she dipped her head. Nose catching the scent of what they were hunting. 

It is better than dying. Because you can go back to fight another day. that is what is important. Keep moving forward. Never quit. A retreat is not quitting. It is simply taking a break to regroup. I will not let you get speared by a tusk if I can help it.

You're on. Biggest one wins She teased. Then she bent forward and winked with her one good eye. Let's go.

there is an unparalleled wisdom to her, despite her youth ( not that, mind dracarys was an elder by any stretch of the imagination ) that leaves him impressed. despite his wariness of how the two of them might actually fare against the three hearty boars; ignoring the nagging within him that tells him they should be wise and circle back when there was more of them to assist.

but, dracarys was not a man to abandon anything so quick. whether they were successful or not today, he would try. try to earn his place. try to complete his task in some capacity.

a soft twitch of his lips is given as his head turns to face her, grateful for her unexpected words in regards to not letting him be speared if she could help it. i appreciate that, drawls the sirenprince, her wink drawing a low, amused snort from him.

his expression sobers in the next moment as he refocuses upon the task at hand, muscles tensing, tensing as his body stills as if he were carved by the hands of michelangelo himself.

and then he moves; quick like a cobra. the coiled muscles unbunch, release with a spike of adrenaline, frostbound gaze locked upon his target: the boar to the far right, closest to dracarys.

Safiya had gained her edge, by the sheer face of torture and death. She was wise, because she had been forced too. But perhaps not too wise. After all she was going after a boar with two others and one on her side. They were outmatched and outnumbered.

A small smile. And she would do her level best not to have him gored. 

Safiya went for the middle boar. It was not as close. But it was far enough away from the one closest to her. Yet near to Dracarys that ahe could assist if she must. Their equals of outrage rent the air. But she moved boldly forward.

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adrenaline is high, spiking to a height it hasn't for quite some time as dracarys advances on the boar. keen gaze studies the snorting creature, wild squeals of intimidation leaving the tusked beast. dracarys watches as the beast's hoof paws at the ground before charging. the siren prince dodges the hurried swing of those deadly tusks aimed for his chest; missing him entirely he realizes beneath the wild thrum of his heart in his chest.

lucky.

he rounds quick whilst the beasts' back is turned to him to snap at a hind leg; latching on and feeling bone crack beneath the unrelenting grip of his jaw.

the beast lets out a horrid noise of pain that echoes in dracarys' ears. for a moment, the siren prince watches the beast attempt to limp away before making quick work of it; dealing the death blow and not releasing until the boar's body goes limp betwixt his jaws.

satisfied, with each breath puffing out from his mouth as he releases his quarry; dracarys turns his attention to saifya and her own beast ... noting the third had taken off elsewhere, self preservation clearly having kicked in.

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Safiya had taken her promise to heart. She kept a closer eye on Dracarys than she would normally. And as such her beast came upon her blind side. 

His tusks nailing her in the shoulder and sliding backward. Meat and blood littered from the deep wound in her shoulder. Missing her muscle by centimeters, but damn if it didnt cut so deep she couldn't put weight at the moment.

Adrenaline kept her afloat and she let out a growl and a snarl that made her vibrate. She caught the beast with sharp teeth and claws.  Her leg giving way and she pulled the beast down with her.

She shifted to use her three other legs to kick the beast off and lay panting to catch her breath. Sharp toothed smirk she dipped her chin to Dracarys.

See no wound on ya.

dracarys draws his tongue across his jowls, attempting to clean himself a bit of the boar's blood staining his lips. to no real avail. frostbound gaze finds the young woman, kicking her quarry off of her. dracarys approaches, low snort leaving his black, leathery nostrils at her sharp-tooted grin and words.

i got lucky, replies dracarys candidly. i see the same could not be said for you. he remarks upon approach and closer examination. i am no medic. he warns her, soft frown tugging at the edges of her lips.

At least one of them had made it through unscathed. Safiya was thinking about her luck when suddenly his face was above her. This male Dracarys. He had pretty eyes she noted for a second. Then waited while he spoke. 

Oh I don't know about that. I'm alive aren't I? Just a little wound, a new scar eventually if the infection doesn't take me.

She shrugged and then winced as it pulled. No worries, just rub a little dirt in it. And as she spoke, she rolled and pressed. A sharp hiss leaving her mouth as her ripped and torn fur hit the dirt and she pressed it hard into it. Grinding it. It wouldn't heal it, and it would need cleaned eventually, but at least it would stop the bleeding. 

She struggled to get to her paws. Finally holding herself on three legs. She stared at teh two boars. We may need some help dragging these back.

dracarys makes a low, considering noise in the back of his throat as she speaks so callously about her wounds, even jesting to rub some dirt in them. only to prove that she hadn't been jesting by doing just that.

dracarys draws back a few steps to give her space, realizing that he's invaded her personal bubble. when i was a cub, we'd let the sea wash our wounds. which only goes to remind him how very far from home he's wandered. still, the siren prince felt that he belonged here.

though it was too early to know if that meant verapaz or the desert in general.

we should let @Soto know. perhaps he can assist. dracarys suggests, casting a gaze at their kill(s).

Safiya did not know anything but callousness about wounds. She had borne so many at this point that she was unfazed and he hadn't been hurt. That's all she cared about really. A soldier to her core. She was here to protect and save.

She blinked surprised. We had springs and healers. But It's been a long time since I walked the halls of my home.

A soft nod and a lift of her head to call @Soto to help with the carrying. IF not she could probably carry it, she hoped. 

IF worse comes to worse we can drag or separate and cache and make small trips.