Post by RandomWiktor on Feb 10, 2008 18:59:49 GMT -5
The story so far:
((The origional thread had to be locked due to a spambot. This follows the second thread))
After a long and violent battle involving a feral dog pack, Shiva's band, and Inferno's pack, Cerebus, Scott find themselves outcasted from their nature-savvy lupine companion. Along with Veol, an outcast of the feral pack, the exhausted and injured dogs try to make their way across the meadow, only to get caught up in a brush fire. Trying to escape the blaze, they find themselves trapped between an inferno and a potentially hostile pack ruled by Shamus and Mutt.
Last two posts:
<Shamus watched as the trees thinned, the orange flames dying in the distance and only visible in bright flashes through a break in the canopy here and there. Running downhill, they had the disadvantage of the trees themselves ruining some of their view, but it was a good trade for the momentum they had on the assault, and that which their enemy would lack advancing uphill. Besides, the farthest boundaries of the pack were just outside the thick wall of vines and thorns that were the border lands, and by then the trees were sparse enough that they could see everything below them with perfect clarity. And, indeed, as she dashed over the rocks she had watched the emerging canines from earlier, she now could see the entire scene as well as she could were she looking down on the valley from the mountains.
Three dogs, just as she'd smelled, were now in full view, huddled in nervous and cringing submission just outside of the territorial marks. Fur atangle with brambles and thorns, smudged with blood and bearing obvious wounds of a recent sight, they looked pathetic despite the size of at least two of them. Ash had fallen over their coats, making their fur dull, and just the look of defeat and fear in their eyes made the female think, immediately, that their intentions in coming to the pack lands were probably benign.
Shamus glanced at the other dogs, wondering if they shared similar sentiments at all. Azreal, though normally the friendliest of them all, must have been concerned about the size and ignoring the posture, because he'd slowed a bit as though nervous, but was bristling head to toe. With his big, pit-bull like jaws pulled into an agressive snarl, he was really quite a frightening thing to behold, tail and legs stiff and whole body ready for a fight. Shamus only hoped the newcomes could explain themselves fast, because for all her brother's bravado, she doubted he was any much good in a fight.
As for Tulkis, the smaller dog seemed positively intimited by the trio, and his agression and excitement had died down accordingly. Tail and ears starting to sag and barks becoming less and less certain, the submissive lupe had an expression on his face that was more a grimmace than snarl. Still running, but with all of the wind gone from his sails, he trotted up alongside Shamus as they advanced, nudging her flank with his mismatched eyes darting nervously>
"They look pretty submissive, right? Like, I don't think they're going to fight with us... right?"
<Shunka didn't answer, still watching Mutt and Azreal. Though Mutt hadn't responded to her earlier words, and still seemed quite excited, she must have had some effect on him, for he was at least not charging rabidly towards the intruders any more. Still, both dominant males looked terribly agressive, and she had trouble imagining an entirely peaceful resolution>
"I think that depends on the rest of our pack."
<She replied, her voice deliberately elevated a bit so Azreal and Mutt, if their focus was not entirely on just the cowering dogs that came closer with every pounding stride, could hear her. Then, she picked up her pace, taking advantage of her long legs and narrow chest to put on an extra burst of speed that brought her to the front of the pack and then beyond, now careeing solo down the hillside. Paws a blur against the soil and a trail of disturbed leaves floating through the air in her wake, the female used the incline to further power her, speeding to where the ground leveled and skidding to a stop a couple of yards from the dogs. She had a few moments to play dominant and control the situation before the rest of the pack arrived behind her.
Stiff legged, bristling, and agressive, her tail in a flag and drooping rosebud ears as erect as they could get, the fae barked warningly at the dogs, stalking towards them slowly now to get a better view and sniff of them. She could see that, of the three, only two were genuinely submissive; the last, a massive black dog of some unknown pedigree, had a weary reluctance in his stance, something that said he was only submitting because he was tired of fighting. Carefully noting this, she adressed the dogs in a stern, commanding voice>
"You!"
<she barked to no one in particular, assuming the "leader" of the group would come fowards>
"State your name and purpose here!"
<Veol could only watch as the dog pack came into view above them, terrifying in their speed and agression. With one exception, the dogs were all quite large, somewhere between himself and Cerebus in size. The last was more his height, though thicker build, like he had something bully in him. They had the trim, muscular look of dogs used to living wild, surprisingly healthy unlike the thin, mangey feral dotting the countryside. Most seemed to be a mix of several powerful breeds, not hounds and herding dogs, but other things - things with big, blunt jaws, or muscular wolfish bodies.
From the snarling jaws of the two largest and most dominant males, Veol got the impression that they knew how to use those jaws and bodies. The two seemed positively pumped for battle, baying furiously and tearing up the earth as they bolted downhill. The pace of one of the dogs faltered when he saw the group, but for the most part they seemed unphased. The situation looked very much like one that would end in the pack descending upon them in one giant mass, tearing them to shreds or driving them away and into the fire at their backs. Ears drooping lower, if it were even possible, Veol awaited his fate.
Then something most unusual happened. The pack's only bitch, or at least the only one present that he could smell, suddenly put on a burst of fantastic speed. He could tell right off from the narrowness of her face and the depth of her chest that she had some kind of running breed in her, perhaps a husky by her brilliant blue eyes. She flew expertly down the hill, the slope only speeding her long strides, leaving her packmates in the dust... though not by enough for comfort. As she halted before them, he knew from her posture that this was the pack's dominant bitch - logical, especially if she was the only one. However, she did not bay for her partners to come and attack. Instead, she launched questions at them, or at least to someone who was apparently "you." He understood that she was adressing the dominant of the bunch... whoever that was.>
((The origional thread had to be locked due to a spambot. This follows the second thread))
After a long and violent battle involving a feral dog pack, Shiva's band, and Inferno's pack, Cerebus, Scott find themselves outcasted from their nature-savvy lupine companion. Along with Veol, an outcast of the feral pack, the exhausted and injured dogs try to make their way across the meadow, only to get caught up in a brush fire. Trying to escape the blaze, they find themselves trapped between an inferno and a potentially hostile pack ruled by Shamus and Mutt.
Last two posts:
<Shamus watched as the trees thinned, the orange flames dying in the distance and only visible in bright flashes through a break in the canopy here and there. Running downhill, they had the disadvantage of the trees themselves ruining some of their view, but it was a good trade for the momentum they had on the assault, and that which their enemy would lack advancing uphill. Besides, the farthest boundaries of the pack were just outside the thick wall of vines and thorns that were the border lands, and by then the trees were sparse enough that they could see everything below them with perfect clarity. And, indeed, as she dashed over the rocks she had watched the emerging canines from earlier, she now could see the entire scene as well as she could were she looking down on the valley from the mountains.
Three dogs, just as she'd smelled, were now in full view, huddled in nervous and cringing submission just outside of the territorial marks. Fur atangle with brambles and thorns, smudged with blood and bearing obvious wounds of a recent sight, they looked pathetic despite the size of at least two of them. Ash had fallen over their coats, making their fur dull, and just the look of defeat and fear in their eyes made the female think, immediately, that their intentions in coming to the pack lands were probably benign.
Shamus glanced at the other dogs, wondering if they shared similar sentiments at all. Azreal, though normally the friendliest of them all, must have been concerned about the size and ignoring the posture, because he'd slowed a bit as though nervous, but was bristling head to toe. With his big, pit-bull like jaws pulled into an agressive snarl, he was really quite a frightening thing to behold, tail and legs stiff and whole body ready for a fight. Shamus only hoped the newcomes could explain themselves fast, because for all her brother's bravado, she doubted he was any much good in a fight.
As for Tulkis, the smaller dog seemed positively intimited by the trio, and his agression and excitement had died down accordingly. Tail and ears starting to sag and barks becoming less and less certain, the submissive lupe had an expression on his face that was more a grimmace than snarl. Still running, but with all of the wind gone from his sails, he trotted up alongside Shamus as they advanced, nudging her flank with his mismatched eyes darting nervously>
"They look pretty submissive, right? Like, I don't think they're going to fight with us... right?"
<Shunka didn't answer, still watching Mutt and Azreal. Though Mutt hadn't responded to her earlier words, and still seemed quite excited, she must have had some effect on him, for he was at least not charging rabidly towards the intruders any more. Still, both dominant males looked terribly agressive, and she had trouble imagining an entirely peaceful resolution>
"I think that depends on the rest of our pack."
<She replied, her voice deliberately elevated a bit so Azreal and Mutt, if their focus was not entirely on just the cowering dogs that came closer with every pounding stride, could hear her. Then, she picked up her pace, taking advantage of her long legs and narrow chest to put on an extra burst of speed that brought her to the front of the pack and then beyond, now careeing solo down the hillside. Paws a blur against the soil and a trail of disturbed leaves floating through the air in her wake, the female used the incline to further power her, speeding to where the ground leveled and skidding to a stop a couple of yards from the dogs. She had a few moments to play dominant and control the situation before the rest of the pack arrived behind her.
Stiff legged, bristling, and agressive, her tail in a flag and drooping rosebud ears as erect as they could get, the fae barked warningly at the dogs, stalking towards them slowly now to get a better view and sniff of them. She could see that, of the three, only two were genuinely submissive; the last, a massive black dog of some unknown pedigree, had a weary reluctance in his stance, something that said he was only submitting because he was tired of fighting. Carefully noting this, she adressed the dogs in a stern, commanding voice>
"You!"
<she barked to no one in particular, assuming the "leader" of the group would come fowards>
"State your name and purpose here!"
<Veol could only watch as the dog pack came into view above them, terrifying in their speed and agression. With one exception, the dogs were all quite large, somewhere between himself and Cerebus in size. The last was more his height, though thicker build, like he had something bully in him. They had the trim, muscular look of dogs used to living wild, surprisingly healthy unlike the thin, mangey feral dotting the countryside. Most seemed to be a mix of several powerful breeds, not hounds and herding dogs, but other things - things with big, blunt jaws, or muscular wolfish bodies.
From the snarling jaws of the two largest and most dominant males, Veol got the impression that they knew how to use those jaws and bodies. The two seemed positively pumped for battle, baying furiously and tearing up the earth as they bolted downhill. The pace of one of the dogs faltered when he saw the group, but for the most part they seemed unphased. The situation looked very much like one that would end in the pack descending upon them in one giant mass, tearing them to shreds or driving them away and into the fire at their backs. Ears drooping lower, if it were even possible, Veol awaited his fate.
Then something most unusual happened. The pack's only bitch, or at least the only one present that he could smell, suddenly put on a burst of fantastic speed. He could tell right off from the narrowness of her face and the depth of her chest that she had some kind of running breed in her, perhaps a husky by her brilliant blue eyes. She flew expertly down the hill, the slope only speeding her long strides, leaving her packmates in the dust... though not by enough for comfort. As she halted before them, he knew from her posture that this was the pack's dominant bitch - logical, especially if she was the only one. However, she did not bay for her partners to come and attack. Instead, she launched questions at them, or at least to someone who was apparently "you." He understood that she was adressing the dominant of the bunch... whoever that was.>
