Dawnlark Plains XV

augur was content to lose himself for several hours.

when they parted he was ravenous. but he was also loathe to leave her. instinct bid him stay close, and fascination with her brutish size and heavy jaws kept his eyes often upon her.

in the plains beneath the rise were three bison. one was smaller than the others, a male. he had been gored by another bull. even from his perch augur could see the botflies feasting upon the deep wound of the animal's right shoulder.

a bison was a beast who might immediately kill one of them. but augur was a giant himself and one encouraged to recklessness by @Diesel's scent.

he nudged her cheek and set casually off down the small ridgeline, directly toward the bison.

the mastiff felt muscles and parts of herself not thought of in a while pleasantly ache. the quiet big dude outperformed himself, and showed an admirable knack for improvisation. 

that was quite enough for her to genuinely like him.

"good 'oy." she murmured appreciatively, while in the midst of chewing off the bits of dried mud not removed by previous activity.

she even chuckled in a fond way when he nuzzled her floppy cheek.

but then he left, and diesel disliked the idea of letting go of this hunky saviour of desperate women just yet. she followed after him, catching up.

"you know, i kinna thought you'd 'e a 'irgin." she idly chatted, aware he wouldn't really reply or contribute. "you 'ig, 'ut you got a h- hh-... young 'ace. coulda tricked 'e ih hadn't sheen it." she slurped in the runaway drool. "you got talent, kid." diesel smirked, lightly pressing her shoulder to his leg.

then, she looked to their surroundings, and saw what the wolfman was aiming for.

"oh? cle'er kid." the mastiff muttered, briefly pausing and then continuing to follow in a shoulders-squared stalk. 

i like to roll for hunt threads, so imma be doing that even if you go with another method, although diesel'll be realistically bad lol

okay! without her success i doubt he would be, so gonna play off youuuu~~

he understood only one word in five or ten. but buffalo hunter's tone said enough for them both: she had been pleased with the movements of his body.

and he would happily take her again, so long as his instinct to also ensure she ate was sated. it was the way of a male kept close to a female during this time. it stated his worth as a provider.

he had grown more honed during his hunting in the high places of the rise. now he used the impressive roll of his shoulders to carry him in a lope as she came to his side.

the bison soon loomed closer. their lead bull turned to face the predators. the animal snorted loudly, a sound which bounded and scudded over the flat plain. augur stopped to observe, staying slightly ahead of buffalo hunter.

diesel followed, licking away her drool, this time brought about by the scent of a scrumptious, open wound on the chuck of a hairy cow.

she hadn't had beef in a while.

her instincts were tailored for a fight, not a hunt, and so she let the wolf make the first move. if luck was on her side, big guy'd attract the largest one's attention, while she moved around to the wounded. 

hazel eyes were locked on the open wound, abuzz with flies and puss.

she knew a bite there would hurt like hell.

depending on how things go, would start rolling with my next post~

ok!

buffalo hunter locked to their target.

augur put his head down and bulled across the flatland toward the lead male. he responded to the female's tactic by moving at once and near telepathically.

but to him it was once more a primal response of his brainstem.

he snarled as he grew close. the bison swung its head with the short, deadly horns. augur dodged and circled.

"cle'er kid." mouthed as she picked up the pace, avoiding the two giants in a wide arc.

the wounded bull bellowed when it saw her, and diesel experienced a moment of uncertainty. 

fuck. what did she know of hunting anything bigger than a wolverine? the thing had a neck thick as a tree trunk, and a build bulging with strength. she pondered as she trotted around, to unnerve it and give herself time to think... 

and decided no problem couldn't be solved by charging at it.

from the angle where she could see the weak spot, diesel bounded straight at the thing, barking; but the bison met her head on.

in a show of courage from the bull and blind stubbornness from the mastiff, their heads met, the dog of course being sent back, briefly parting from the ground.

she rolled, and attempted to stand. difficult to do with the way the very sky seemed to be slipping away from her vision.

fuck.

diesel stood, wide stance, head swaying still. the bison had a twin, then was tripled, and the mastiff snarled at them all equally.

fuck fuck fuck you.

augur bolted, tongue lolling in a laugh, away from the lead bull.

his eyes turned across the land in time to see the recoil of muscle that was buffalo hunter and the wounded bison. a startled whine broke from his throat as he noticed how she wove, her head moving.

he darted away from the lead bull. it pursued. augur's bark was low and warning and meant for buffalo hunter.

the bison began to stampede toward them both. the ground shook. he cut across the plain, tail flung high in a signal that she too should retreat. augur kept her in his sights, and if she did not move, he would slice through the grass toward her.

the bull shook its head at the dog, lunged forward and stopped.

diesel stood her ground.

she'd not let raw hamburger meat intimidate her into tucking tail between her asscheeks. the scent of its rot told her - told both it and her - that sooner than later it would be dead. maybe the puss would fill its treetrunk neck, maybe a bigger bitch than she would come, maybe its fuckbros would tear it open, possibilities were endless!

in staring down the bull her still recalibrating brain didn't realize the cause of its sudden lack of interest. only when the ground shook under her paws did she know, and diesel whipped head head around to see a bison - the big one - charging at her.

fuck.

the mastiff ran. not towards her wolfman, but around the wounded animal, to put an obstacle in the way of the other.

she headed for terrain harder for a bison to cross, demanding of god to let her reach it or for the bull to give up, before her stunted airways did so first.

the great wolf was surprised again.

buffalo hunter did not respond to him as hunt leader. she ran away from him, her short and muscular legs blurring in an admirable run.

the bison threw its head up. augur swerved to the side as it swung a horn to gore his flank.

he followed buffalo hunter. they each had more to lose if they separated further.

the lead bull bellowed. the ground vibrated. augur was a streaming grey ribbon as he tore up the rougher ground and wheeled to gnash violent massive jaws toward the following snout.

once more he attempted to shove himself between she and they.

a string of cursewords was what her thoughts were reduced to, and she'd have continued to mentally swear and run, had something in the bellow of a bull - the way it seemed directed at something closer - not turned her head.

the big guy had attempted to follow her, and in doing so drawn the attention of the bison.

more cursing, now targeted.

it continued as she swerved and raced back. already she'd hate herself for having been made to run, but to lose her one good lay in all of this wolfshit stained land would be a far greater blow to her pride. 

what she made hers stayed hers, no cow could get its dirty fucking hooves on that.

her body was at its limit when she ran - snorting panting drooling - past the wolfman, to the side of the bull.

her height finally gave her some help here, as she easily dove under the behemoth, and - guided by an emasculating, matriarchal rage - aimed her powerful mastiff jaws at its undefended balls.

 i now have "bison testicles" in my search history

all in the name of writing!

they did not work well together.

buffalo hunter again did not retreat. there was a strangled bellow and then the scent of blood, of wetly popping noises.

augur worried its nostrils with hard snaps of his heavy teeth. red stained his jaws. it groaned and bucked, churning the earth with sharp stomps of its gigantic hooves.

an elk would not be a match for his own skull. this one was. he growled and surged with the animal, keeping its horns and rocklike head aimed at him.

she felt the pop, and satisfied, she pulled.

as the animal trashed diesel emerged from underneath it, tossing aside its ruined manbits. her eyes were now on its belly, having felt the skin there as more yielding than what was above its sides.

her stamina was shot to hell - but when you start something, you better finish it.

again beneath the trashing, kicking beast and now diesel shut her maws about the middle of its belly, and instead of tearing relied on the power of her jaw to keep her as a weight.

more blood. the air was thick with it. the dirt beneath them became a mingle of mud and blood. buffalo hunter continued her onslaught.

augur's heavy forelegs gripped either side of the bison's broad muzzle. he tore at its eyelids, its ears, its mouth. he sank his teeth into the flesh beneath one cheek and hung on, straining backward with powerful hindlegs.

in his moment of triumph, the bison hooked the hunter. he thankfully did not absorb the hornpoint into his flesh, but his teeth suddenly closed on nothing and he was thrown eight feet, landing in a stunned heap with a yelp.

hot, thick, flavourful blood poured down her chin, and it was the most delicious drink the bitch had ever had.

but her jaw muscles were abused, ignored until they locked up awkwardly, the beef slipping out her grasp.

diesel rolled, and the kicking hinds of the bull found her side, sending her barreling further back.

once stopped, the mastiff laid on her side in the grass, snorting and panting and in awful pain from jaw to hip.

once again the train of thought was a conga line of most demeaning terms, directed at the bull, herself, the kid-

shit, what was the kid doing?

her head lifted with such difficulty, and in time to see her wolf fly.

shit, fuck, shit.

diesel was trembling when she rose to her paws, and began limping and loping and limping for the bull, barking hoarsely to get its attention, or chase it off or something that would get its big ugly head away from her big ugly man.

augur was very large; therefore being tossed into a pile of himself was daunting for his great body. 

he heard buffalo hunter's barking. the bison, maddened with pain, slammed its head into the ground seconds after he rolled away. it continued to do this, snorting and blustering as its wounds continued to bleed leakily into the short grass and dusty earth.

augur forced himself upright. both he and she were limping now. but the fragrance of blood in the air kept him sharklike and the presence of buffalo hunter kept him protective. he bellowed a defiant call of his own as the lead bison turned on the dog.

augur bit at the thick fat and hair one one side of its throat.

it had stopped being running, walking, or even limping, and descended to stumbling as her own drool clogged her airways and the charging bull swam in her vision.

when its head dove, she had only the strength left to feebly throw herself away from the horns - an action taken in vain.

she had the time to in a pain-free world think; damn, what a way to go.

the tip gored her, piercing a fat neck wrinkle - but the horn likewise got under the links of her chain necklace.

so it happened that when the bison raised its head to throw her away, diesed choked and dangled, desperately reaching for support, but now bound to the bison's massive head, weighting it down, confusing the bull.

it seemed that in the flurry of different agonies and sources of mad anger it was now subject to, it didn't even feel the wolf reach its throat.

augur bit and sliced. he sawed his giant head back together. he became aware of buffalo hunter's breath, how it strangled in her throat.

the wolf yanked backward and cut deeper and deeper and deeper, until something gave and his muzzle was washed with a reddened wave. it slickened his jaws. the bison's voice was hoarse and it sank to one knee, still defiant.

she bit down on her own jowl to hold back the whines, instead letting out gurgling half-screams as her pierced fold was tugged at, yet not allowed be torn free as the chain held the horn.

diesel, amidst the agony her brain had dedicated all its matter to, had flashes of clear thought along the lines of "damn, what a way to go".

finally, finally, fucking finally she felt her paws touch and stay on ground when the bison's head sunk down, and now she was a heap of limbs and redfawn coat streaked with blood, feeling the big thing gasp and die into her lower back.

she twisted around, using the pain that brought to sharpen her own anger, and bit the bull's brow, teeth of lower jaw popping the eye.

but it was dead already - or at least past reaction.

the silence seemed louder than the preceding cacophony, and for a bit diesel dreaded to hear the other two bison come charging to avenge their comrade.

there was a bellow.

but nothing else.

diesel exhaled, but instead of relaxation washing over her, she became sharply aware of the fact she was still messily bleeding out, still attached to the dead pile of beef.

"he- hey." voice hoarse. "helh 'ee." one shoulder attempted to gesture up to her collar, but the shifting of muscle caused greater pain.

diesel stayed still, seated awkwardly against the dead bull's head, breathing laboriously.

"get- get 'ee ohh."

the pain was magnificent.

the bison slumped down. he heard the clean schnick of buffalo hunter's teeth upon its eye. augur was hazy but present enough to see that she was bleeding.

he reared up beside her. he put his massive paws against the side of the lead bull's head as the animal shuddered and rippled beneath them with its final labored breaths. he licked frantically at where the horn had stabbed into her skin. his teeth were unfit for the thick links of her chain, though gnaw at it he did until his jaw ached.

augur descended and this time he panted, pushing his spine under her hindpaws to give her leverage, hoping she would not continue to strangle.

it was awkward and brought more pain, but sometimes, a bitch needed bite down and endure, if she didn't want to die attached to a burger.

diesel rolled off the bison and onto her side, breathing heavy. she couldn't see it, but thought it would be smartest to assume the worst - that a fold under her neck was pierced, but not torn, leaving a hole.

lobe piercing on her fucking throat.

"hhack." the mastiff moaned as she tried to rise, only to rediscover the pain in her side. "haherhacking hack. shit. hhaaack 'ee." 

she gave up and thumped onto her side again. her tongue lolled out and tasted the bullshit-tinged grass.

somehow, she managed to snort and grin at her man.

"-ell, that 'ash a 'essh."

these tags are for joining or visibility!

augur watched over her.

they were both injured it seemed, even if the wounds were not forever. her scent wreathed around his head. he looked at her, then the dead bison for which they had dearly paid.

it belonged to the rise. to his pack. the man's tail stirred at the idea of red woman seeing buffalo hunter's worth.

he tilted back his head. he called to @Avicus and @Prophet and @Ashlar. blood eyes would judge. blacktail would bring healing.

his voice was urgent. confident. and when he was through he came back to curl against buffalo hunter, carefully licking his jaws.

It did not take Ashlar long to grab things and dash for the call, though the length between them necessitated a bit of a delay. Augur didn't sound seriously injured but he couldn't help but think of the two women he couldn't save. Had the silent one met with the one who tore their packmate apart?

He didn't relax until he arrived and the air was heavy with the scent of blood, but not his packmate's. They'd obviously been hunting.

Augur was with someone he didn't recognize. Ashlar stopped short with surprise, even without getting a good look at them, at the sight of their coat. It was unlike any wolf he'd ever seen. What happened? He knew the other wolf wouldn't speak, but hoped he could show where help was needed.

blacktail was there. augur growled to him. he limped toward the bison and back to buffalo hunter.

the man hunkered down. he looked patiently at the herb-wolf. she had been strangled and was bloody. anything blacktail could do must be for her first.

he whined once, lowly.

feel free to jump in at any point! But to keep things moving

Augur seemed to be okay, but concerned and limping. The other one was lying down and likely hurt worse. Ashlar could see the wounds and wondered if there were any he could not see. Gannet had shown him how to listen.

He stepped around and then stopped, stunned by the other wolf's face. It was like nothing he'd ever seen before. Most of his horrified surprise was because of the scars but a bit of it was also just.... what were they?!

They're hurt. He shook off the surprise and came in tentatively to listen to Diesel's breathing. It was wrong, but not in a way that sounded wet. That was good. Something for swelling and pain, then. After he'd look at their wounds.

Maybe something for sleep, too... since he'd need to move her.

Ashlar debated, then chose poppy over the lesser pain reducers. He'd never seen anything like her and did not want to risk her lashing out in pain. She should eat this. He nosed the pile in front of her, hoping she would. The words were directed at Augur, though, so that he could help if she did not trust Ashlar.

He had to fight to keep from staring.

gonna PP this closed w augur/diesel hanging out for a while by the carcass, feel free to reply again, starr <3 (also to get this reopened @bees if u wanna continue) <3

augur only watched them.

flies began to gather on the dead bison. he observed them too, their flitting movements keeping him awake.

if diesel was mistrustful he would rise to step beside her, assuring her in low growls that blacktail would only help.

healed and heeded, he would guard her and their kill as he slept, unwilling to be moved even by the young leaf-wolf.