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Post by wolark on Jul 29, 2012 22:28:44 GMT -5
It's the year 2321, and mankind has fallen. War and famine wiped out much of civilization in the cities and towns during the wars of 2024, but life has a way of surviving even the most inhospitable situations. As the dust continues to settle, and the remnants of man begin to crumble, the survivors emerge. Dogs, cats, birds, all the animals which man once held claim over escape from their shattered homes. Few choose to stay, in hopes their humans will return, but most escape into the barren wastelands where monsters roam. As a result of all the chemical warfare the humans implemented, horrid abominations prowl. Mutated and mindless, they attack anything and everything that moves. Some are still recognizable, even fewer still hold on to the last bit of sanity they have left. The animals that remain 'untouched' by these mutagenic winds survived by either simply being immune, bunkering down and 'getting lucky', or running far into the wastelands where the wind never spread. Most, however, have been slightly affected, giving them greater cognition, an odd, unforeseen effect of the weapon. For the most part, the mutagens in the air have cleared, however, there are still a few 'infected' zones. They give off an odd odor, so most know to stay far away. These spots also seem to attract the biggest and nastiest of the monsters.
Communities have started setting up in the wastelands, animals working together to build shelters against the monsters outside. Each animal has a task, such as the mice, rats, raccoons, etc. are used to craft things since they are able to grasp objects. The larger animals are used to haul items, and the birds are used as messengers. Many of these communities receive food and supplies from the citadel, the first animal civilization created. Many give allegiance to the King, but he is very solitary. Only his guard have ever seen him, and he's rumored to be a old as the 'new world'.
More rumors have been circulating of sightings of humans. Many deny the fact, but a few believe it to be true. After all, what could be causing the fires in the city where many are forbidden to go?
Patrols have been spotted venturing into the cities and returning to the citadel late in the night, but they do not carry flames nor the materials required to create a fire. No one knows what these patrols are for, and most trust the word of the guards "Keeping the monsters from invading". The guards seem to be getting more and more hostile as questions are asked, so most simply look away. Small bands of animals, however, have been getting together to uncover the truth behind all the mysteries. One such group revealed the exile of one of the King's top guards, but could not find out the reason for it.
For now, life goes on. In the wastelands, life is hard, but they get by. Much of the trees and grass have withered in most places, and the past wars have stained the sky and earth in others. The citadel rests on a rocky cliff overlooking a brilliant crimson sky, the sea below stained dark red. To the west lies one of the few remaining forests, but all the trees stand petrified. The grass that grows in the area is a beautiful shade of cobalt blue while the sky always keeps a purple hue.
You can choose to be any animal or even a monster if you'd like. And yes, humans are allowed as well.
The King is known only as the King. He is a massively huge black boar with four very large tusks. His guardsmen follow him loyally, never questioning his motives, until Axe discovered a secret about the boar that he believed to be a threat to the 'new world'. None of the common animals have ever seen the King and don't even know what he is.
Guards are mostly large predators such as large breed dogs, wolves, bears, lions, etc. All, however, have white fur. It's what distinguishes them. Once one is born with white fur, they are taken to the citadel and trained to be a King's guard. They are also named after tools and weapons. The old weapons, such as guns, have been discovered as well, so they use those names too. They are less common, however.
Common animals who reside in the wastes live tough lives, so their a bit more rugged than those in the Citadel. The ones in the Citadel are often referred to as 'nobles'.
Humans have just started emerging from their vaults. They know next to nothing of the 'new world' and still remain mostly near their vaults. A few, however, are choosing to venture out.
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Post by wolark on Jul 29, 2012 22:33:29 GMT -5
He gave out a choked laugh as he spat out blood which filled his jaws. His legs trembled from exhaustion and his once ivory fur was deep red, soaked with his blood. He gazed up at the figure in front of him, his fiery eyes burning with anger. "You're a fool..." A deep, multitoned voice replied from the shadows, it's eyes glowing red, "No, insect. You stand before me tiny pest, pitiful, helpless, and bleeding on my floor and you think to call me a fool?!" His voice rumbled through the air, his hot, sour breath rolling out at the exhausted dog. "I'll expose you. Show-" He cringed in pain as he made a wrong move and reopening a freshly clotted wound. "show them what you really are." A deep chuckle vibrated through the room. "What makes you think they'll trust your word? You're just one of my tools." He paused, gazing down at the dog as he struggled to remain standing. "A tool which is now broken." The dog's body finally gave out on him and his hind legs collapsed, causing him to sit. "You do have a fire, dog. I'll give you that. I'll let you go, but not without a reminder." the dog snarled and shook his head violently. "I don't need any sympathy from you." Teeth glinted in the darkness as the figure responded. "I'm not giving it to you." The figure began moving forward. "Now... for my prize. I always have admired those brilliant eyes of yours." The figure revealed himself from the shadows, his hooves clicking loudly against the floor. The enormous black boar stopped just feet from the dog, his abnormally large four ivory tusks dripping with saliva. The dog's lips curled up in a menacing snarl, his brow furrowed. The light reflected off his glaring eyes causing them to look as though they were glowing orange."So be it, my 'King'." He spoke caustically. The boar swung his massive head, scraping a tusk along the top of the dog's head, flipping him backward toward the balcony overlooking the sea. The King snorted, mucous dripping from his nostrils. The dog weakly flipped himself upright and faced the King again. "Goodbye, Axe." The boar spoke as he swung his head yet again, this time in the opposite direction. His tusk scraped along Axe's cheekbone, across his eye socket, and crossed the previous cut the king inflicted. Axe howled in pain as he realized the boar dislodged his left eye. He wretched back, slipping off the balcony and plummeting to the sea below. The boar loomed over the edge and watched as the dog's body disappeared into the crashing waves. He slowly turned and faded back into the shadows.
"Mama. Mama, look!" a faint voice called out. A young fox ran over to the dog's battered body and sniffed him curiously. "Firo, get away from that!" Came the fox's worried mother. The mother came over and hesitantly nudged Axe. He groaned weakly, and the fox jumped back. "He's alive... Firo, run back to town and tell Jorgas." The young fox nodded and began to sprint away. "And tell the medic to ready her herbs!" the mother called out. The fox stepped closer to him, examining his wounds. "You're a guard... What happened to you?" She whispered to herself. Shortly after, footsteps could be heard approaching. "Jorgas..." The mother looked worriedly at the black bear. "What is this?" The bear spoke gruffly, nudging the dog's body roughly with his paw. Axe did not respond this time. "He's dieing, Jorags..." Spoke the mother. "He's a King's guard. What's he doing here lookin' like this?" Jorgas questioned as he pulled the limp dog onto his back and began carrying him back into town.
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Post by wolark on Jul 29, 2012 23:03:16 GMT -5
//Ooc: Axe and the King are my two only characters. Jorgas and the two other foxes are random characters and can actually be played by anyone. : //
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Post by wolark on Jul 30, 2012 12:05:19 GMT -5
Ooc// Made a bio for Axe.
Name: Axe Age: 5 years Species: Dog (many mix of breeds, but looks mostly like a husky/wolf hybrid.) Gender: Male
Description: A solid coat of ivory adorns his lean body. His body tuned perfectly for that of a killer; solid, lean muscle sits just below his skin. A large 'X' shaped scar crosses on his head, the left side crossing over his missing eye. His remaining right eye is a brilliant firey orange, an odd color for a dog. His long slender, yet powerful, legs support him; each toe equipped with a sharp onyx claw. His tail is usually hung down straight, but occasionally it will curl.
Personality: Axe is a stubborn creature. He will not back down from anything if he believes in it. He comes off as very coarse, but being raised to be nothing more than a guard will do that to a person. Since his exile, he prefers being alone but his plans may require help. Axe has never felt the love of anyone, so in return he has never loved. He is callous, sarcastic, and rude, but once he learns to care again, he can be extremely dedicated and loyal.
Bio: Axe was born in a tiny little village on the outskirts of the Citadel. He and his twin brother, Hatchett, were the only one born with a white coat of four other siblings. When the guard discovered this, the two were promptly taken. He was raised with his brother, but the two were never allowed to play. Often times, they were pitted against eachother during training. As the two grew older, differences began emerging. Hatchett retained his normal brown eyes, yet Axe's began to change to his characteristic firey orange. This did not go unnoticed, and the guard took him to have an audience with the King. The king approved of Axe's fighting abilities and personality and gave him the honor of becoming one of his personal guards.
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Post by wolark on Jul 30, 2012 12:44:35 GMT -5
As the three entered the town, all the animals stopped and gawked. Many had never even seen a King's guard, let alone someone in his condition. Jorgas ignored all of the questions being thrown at him as he made his way to the medic's shelter. "Oh, dear..." the elderly raccoon gasped as Jorgas slid the battered dog off his back. "Found 'em washed up on the shore. Surprised the sharks didn't get 'em.." He muttered as he lumbered out of the shelter.
The raccoon examined Axe's battered body and began gathering her herbs and preparing her needle and string. She brought over a bucket of water and a torn towel, setting them down next to him. She parted his fur and tried to pic out all of his injuries. It was difficult finding them all through his thick pelt. She wiped each wound clean with the towel, then applied a layer of her herbal paste. Deep wounds she stitched carefully together. She made her was to his head where not much could be done to repair the jagged deep gashes. She cleaned them best she could and applied a layer of paste, but could not stitch them due to the risk for infection. She simply had to leave them open and hope they'd heal. She ran her paw gently down his side, feeling a few swollen lumps. He had broken ribs. She had no idea if he was bleeding internally or not. "My.. poor soul. Who did this to you?" She spoke gently as she tried cleaning the blood clumped in his fur.
His breaths were shallow, but present. And that was enough to allow the medic to keep up her care. Days passed and his wounds showed little sign of infection. The medic was applying a layer of paste to Axe's missing eye when she jumped seeing him staring at her with his remaining eye. "Oh, You're awake!" She clasped her paws together and smiled. Axe looked tiredly around the room, but didn't budge his body. "Where am I?" He spoke weakly, his voice seeming to startle the raccoon. "You're in Otrashire." Axe closed his eye and tried to remember where that was. "Just south of the Citadel. Why didn't you take me back?" He questioned. The raccoon bit her lip, worried this guard would get the town in trouble. "You were so battered... we were worried you wouldn't make the trip. And our next messenger doesn't arrive until three days from now." Axe grunted, acknowledging her response. "Good..." He muttered, confusing the old medic. He then attempted to sit up, but was met with unbearable pain. He snarled and layed still once more. "Oh, don't move. You're still in bad shape, dear..." He sighed heavily and closed his eye.
A shadow fell over the room and the two looked up. "Jorgas, He's awake..." The medic greeted the lumbering bear. "Good. Now he can tell me why a King's guard washed up on the shore." He grumbled. "He still needs his rest.." The medic spoke softly. "I was... tricked. The whole thing... It's all a lie." Axe responded weakly as his conscious began to fade. The raccoon rushed over, placing a cool towel over his forehead. "Jorgas, he's still much too weak. Come in a few days, perhaps he'll be up then." Jogas grunted, but followed the medic's request. He left, leaving the raccoon to once more care for the unconscious dog.
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Post by JENNI ♔ on Jul 30, 2012 13:13:24 GMT -5
Name: Sabre Breed: Elk Age: 7 Years Gender: Male Color: Mottled grey and brown fur, black hooves and muzzle. Speech: "cc5566"
Appearance: Nearly reaching his maximum height of 8.5 feet (with antlers), Sabre was raised in the Citadel's walls by his mother. He won't reach full height until his 8th birthday. Sabre is lean with a head of six points. He'll have twelve by the time he's 9 years old. Sabre has tough skin, thick fur patching all over his body and a slight 'mane' around his long and thick neck. His hooves are naturally blunt, but like a horse can stomp nearly anything into dust. He has unnatural bright green eyes, something uncommon in his breed.
He also has a lame back leg; his right leg. On his second birthday he was attacked by a rouge animal, severely damaging his hind right leg.
Personality: Stoic and reclusive, Sabre is a solitary figure roaming normally early in the morning or closer to evening fall. Although, with this he's also got a very eager curiosity for what lives beyond the Citadel. He wants to be part of the Guard, but because of his mottled fur and bad leg, it's a dream that'll never come true.
History: Without his father to help around, Sabre's mother Pata raised her son as best she could. She doesnt work; she volunteers as a helper with the farms outside of the Citadel. Sabre was raised to be quiet and unnoticable, something that could help him in the long run should things go bad, especially with the rumors of humans coming back to the surface. Sabre spends his time exploring the outskirts of the Citadel, or bringing food into the Citadel from the farms.
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Sabre walked slowly from the farm towards the small village of Otrashire. He was delivering some herbs and vegetables to a few of his mother's friends, the ones who were too small to haul it themselves. His six antlered head swayed as he walked, his large hooves leaving prints in the soft ground. That was when the scent of blood found his nostrils. Flaring, he whipped his head from one side to the other, hoping to find where the blood was coming from. He was close enough to Otrashire now that he could get the healer out here.
But when the smell came closer, so did the unmistakable sounds of paw falls.
Sabre nearly tripped as he moved into a thicker part of the foliage, holding his breath. He knew that there were others out here who were much different than he was, more dangerous, too. Instantly, his mind decided that today would be a good day to see what exactly was going on, and how he could get involved. Sabre mentally battled himself, before the bulk of a bear came through, nearly making Sabre leap from his spot to either run away, or follow. There was a white pelt on it's back .... was that a King's Guard? Once the bear was safely away, Sabre decided he would follow it; see exactly what it was going to do with that thing on it's back.
Sabre made quick haste, making sure to stay far enough from the Bear not to alert it, but close enough to stay on it's path. Once or twice he'd stop, his antlers getting tangled in the low hanging branches, but he was old enough to know how to get out of them and how not to cause a ruckus with them as well. Sabre continued to follow the bear into Otrashire and to the healer's. He stayed a few paces away, before remembering the bulk on his own back. Delivering the food didn't take long, and soon he returned to his hiding spot a few shelters from the healer's, in hopes of figuring out what was going on.[/blockquote]
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Post by wolark on Jul 30, 2012 14:06:02 GMT -5
Axe awoke confused and bewildered. His mind was not sound as a high fever took hold. He thrashed his legs violently, howling with pain. "Nononono-" yelled the medic as she rushed over to calm the dog. He snarled as he got unsteadily to his feet. He looked wildly around the room, everything seemed to be spinning and hazy and he felt numb.He raced clumsily out of the shelter, the bright sun blinding him as he tripped over a pile of logs. His heart was racing and he was so confused. He looked around at all the figures gathering around him as he got back to his feet, but he could not discern any features. They all just looked like shadowy blobs to him.
"G-Get away!" He yelped as he bolted in a random direction. It happened to be the same direction he originally entered the town from. A lumbering figure stepped in the way and swung it's massive paw, striking Axe across the jaw and stunning him. Axe stopped immediately and fell back on his haunches. A few of his wounds had reopened and a small amount of blood leaked out onto his pelt. Jorgas stood before him, raised up on his rear legs, jaw agape. "Jorgas! No! He's sick with fever! Please.." cried the medic as she ran next to the stunned dog. The bear growled, "This guard needs to go. It's not good having him here. He's a bad omen." The bear fell back onto his front paws as he glared at the medic, then back at the panting dog.
The medic pulled lightly at Axe's fur, and he looked dully down. "Come.. We need to get your fever down..." She cooed as she convinced him to follow her back to the shelter. He stumbled a few times, but made it back to the dark shelter where he collapsed onto the floor.
Jorgas snorted, watching the dog return to the medic shelter. "Isn't right..." he grumbled as he turned back, looking towards the sea. It was then he thought he spotted something in the brush. "Who's there?" He growled.
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Post by Dr. Soda on Jul 30, 2012 14:21:15 GMT -5
bios: Name: Scooter 'Scoot" Age: around 2 and a half years Species: Barn owl (male) Description: Reddish/brown wings that grow darker near the base/back, white chest/face with a few speckles of red/orange along the neck. Copper eyes. Personality: Skittish, Talkative, Friendly, Watchful, Resourceful, Irritable History: Born in the tree-tops of the forest near Citadel, Scoot lived a happy life with his various brothers and sisters until his home was attacked by predator feline-mutants and he was forced to find refuge in a neighboring place. He was young when he entered Otrashire and very inexperienced when it came to communicating with the natives, but slowly he learned to cope and has played as messenger for the town and has come a long way. He's also a great scout, and alerts the town of any dangers that may come around, especially during night-time. Speech: EE3B3B--- Name: Arrow Age: 8 years Species: White tiger (male) Description: White with grey/black stripes along body, lean-muscled, Bright slate blue eyes. Personality: Joking, Playful, Cocky, Uncoordinated, Rebellious, Serious at the best of times History: Born in Citadel, Arrow was meant to be a guard for the King, but due to his lack of maturity and uncoordinated nature- he was turned down and had to return to his family, who were shamed and turned him down as well. However, his disheartened phase did not last long, when he wandered south to Otrashire, where he was not welcomed at first, but slowly gained the trust and respect of it's citizens. He became a great asset and protector of the town, as well as friend. He is bitter about noble-life and the King and his guards, not only because he was turned down... Speech: 007FFFIC:
Scoot was making his usual rounds when his quick gaze saw a falling figure near the cliff of the Citadel. He nearly flew off course at the sight, but hastily adjusted his lift once more in order to get a better look at the scene below. Two foxes and a dog, he counted and let out a 'squawk' when he realized that the animal's fur was white. A King's Guard! I must alert the others! The weary owl thought, fretting over what was to come by this canine's sudden drop-in. (literally!)
Minutes later, Scoot flew into the other side of Otrashire, set on telling one of the elder badgers (they normally knew what to do in times of bad omens) of this new event, but was startled out of his feathers when a great beast tackled him out of the low sky. "AAAAH! ARROW! Do-Don't do that! I'm on a...pffh! Mission!" The young bird struggled in the white tiger's grasp, who had him lightly pinned to the soft ground. "You? A mission? Haven't we been over that- you don't do missions Scoot." Shaking his broad head, the tiger reluctantly let his friend-bird go and watched as he shook out his tail-feather, quick peturbed. "I am too on a mission! There's been a distrubanse! A guard has fallen from the cliff! A canine of some breed- I-I didn't get a goo- woah!" Before Scooter could finish his rant, the big tiger had him pinned again, this time a little more roughly. "A guard? Are you sure??" Arrow frantically asked, before muttering a sorry, having nearly squished the poor being to death. "Yes! Now please- stop doing that! I or you- on second thought, I think I've twisted my wing! You then, must go a- hey, where are you going?" Scoot watched as Arrow launched off in the opposite direction of where he should have been launching, and merely sighed. "Well I never!"
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Days passed, and Arrow had gotten news of a King's Guard (by the looks) who had been seen falling from the cliff for some reason, and was badly injured. He had been denied access to where the stranger was being kept, and had to wait until today to go see him. (hopefully today!) The old raccoon had threatened to pull his whiskers if he tried to 'hobble' in, as she put it. It wasn't like he was going to destroy the place. He'd only gotten a short view of the hurt dog inside, and wondered deeply on how this bloodied canine came to be like he was... It must have been the King's doing....unless the crazy mutt wanted to commit suicide! The tiger shook his head as he waited a few leaps from the entrance of the medical facility before his blue gaze caught site of an Elk hiding a few paces off. Being a tiger, and a natural hider himself, Arrow kept hidden as he watched the animal, figuring it too was curious about this new visitor. or intruder A voice reminded him darkly.
"Arrow! Arrow! There you are!" Arrow nearly hissed at the bird's untimely entrance and swatted at the approaching owl in disproval, "Shush! Can't you see I'm hiding?" Arrow missed Scoot as he dodged his big paws and rather retreated to a safe spot, which happened to be an Elk's horns. "Oh! Pardon me kind Elk..." The owl stared helplessly from the angered tiger to the strange Elk whom he'd never seen before now, and tried to reason with the approaching Arrow.
"Lousy bird, oh, hi there." The tiger greeted friendily enough, slowing his pace, as he looked at the Elk. "Nice hiding spot." He mused, rather comically, as he tilted his head to the side, staring at the Elk. "He's a killer, watch out!" Scooter whispered frantically to the Elk, still scared from the beast's short burst of anger before, but of course, he didn't mean what he said. Mostly he just wanted to get back at his feline friend from before, his wing still hurt!
Arrow watched the Elk, but then his ears caught sound of a commotion near the medic place. He whirled around, and listened more. He heard voices and then his nose picked up the scent of blood... the dog! He thought, and prowled closer to the bush, concealing most of them, until he heard another voice, a growling, bear-kind one. Oh great... "Greetings!" Arrow shouted out, peeking his head over the bush to see the bear Jorgas, his tail swished from side to side, in both anxiousness and curiosity. "What's going on? Did the guard escape? Did I miss him? Oh no!" Arrow stepped back shortly, looking back at the other companions, "Everyone keep calm, I'll handle this." Arrow winked, and all the while Scooter rolled his eyes.
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Post by JENNI ♔ on Jul 30, 2012 14:39:48 GMT -5
Sabre , "cc5566"
Sabre watched from his spot, waiting patiently. He was supposed to go back to the farms and collect more food, but he couldn't pass this up. He shifted his weight, a twig breaking underneth. He froze, ears trembling. Sabre may be a product of the new world, but his old-world ancestors had left a very strong fight or flight gene in him, something he may never get over. When no one saw him, questioned him, or generally made Sabre feel threatened, he simply relaxed and returned his attention to the healer's shelter, tilting his head slightly.
He didn't expect the sudden burst of energy from the shelter though. A pelt of white belted out and stumbled around, startling the elk. Of course, he nearly fled from the surprise of it all, and with his stub of a tail twitching madly, Sabre forced himself to stand his ground as the dog barked and yelped, shouting at the others to 'get away'. The bear came out of nowhere, and Sabre almost bellowed as he swatted the dog into a stupor again. As the healer came out, more action came into the elk's life.
An owl and tiger. Odd. Sabre reared as the owl landed on his antlers and he backed up slightly when the tiger prowled closer. "H-hi," Sabre choked out. He kept his eyes on the tiger. Was he a King's guard as well? Was he checking up on his friend? Did he hurt him? A tiger was considerably stronger than a dog afterall. The thought of the tiger doing that kind of damage frightened the elk. Before long, the bear had heard them, and the elk paled under his mottled fur.
As the tiger left to speak to the bear, Sabre stepped out from his hiding place. He rolled his eyes to the owl still perched on his head. "Uhm. What.... what's going on? Is that dog a Kings Guard?" He asked the owl.
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Post by wolark on Jul 30, 2012 15:04:43 GMT -5
The bear rolled his eyes as he spotted the tiger. "What're you doing hiding in the bush? Could'a used your help. Now'm gonna get it from the old 'coon." He shook his head and passed the small group, heading out to make his usual rounds. "Oh. Arrow. Keep an eye on that dog for me." He ignored any other questions asked about the outburst. The bear wasn't a very conversational animal.
Inside the shelter, the raccoon successfully brought down Axe's sudden fever. "Here, drink this... I thought you got through any infection..." She sighed as she brought a cup full of green liquid to Axe's lips. He swallowed it, but not without first gagging on the horrid taste. He layed still a short while longer, then slowly got to his feet again. "No, you're still not well enough-" He cut her off, "I'm fine." He said simply. "I need supplies, commoner. He winced as he took a step, his sides stung sharply. "So the Guard's hospitality isn't just a rumor." The raccoon smirked as she gathered a few herbs into a satchel. "You're welcome, by the way. This is all I can offer. I need the rest for the town." Axe nodded and took the satchel in his jaws. "I still advise you to stay. Who are you, anyway?" Asked the medic, wishing him to stay. Axe turned his head, toward the entrance. He responded, his voice laced with a hint of sorrow. "I am no one." He padded out of the shelter, back into the light. His eye still struggling to adjust to the light. A wavy of vertigo hit him, and he stumbled slightly, but quickly regained his composure.
He noticed the white tiger at the edge of town and froze, staring straight at him. Was that another Guard? Did the King change his mind and order him dead? Axe took a few steps closer to get a better look and noticed that he did not recognize the tiger. He knew, also, that a King's guard would never talk willingly to a commoner. Ignoring the worried stares of the villagers, he padded back towards the entrance of the village, toward the group. He hoped he'd be able to avoid any questions, but seeing how talkative everyone was, he doubted it. He caught the scent of the bear, and his jaw suddenly ached.
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Post by Dr. Soda on Jul 30, 2012 20:40:53 GMT -5
Scooter - EE3B3B Arrow - 007FFF
Scooter shook his beak slowly as he thought about what sorts of trouble his feline friend would be getting into with his spunk of a tail. His copper orbs blinked rapidly as he nearly lost his balance on the antlers he was perched upon. Then he remembered: manners! "Oh! We're quite sure he is! Given his pelt and, well y'know, crazed attitude toward us commoners part- gracious me, and did you see the teeth on that one?" Scoot gave a shudder at the thought of being between such a chopper! "I wouldn't blame him though- he was dropping a good ways from that cliff! How d'ye think he managed to get himself thrown off that eh?" Head twisting from side to side in deep thought, Scoot gave the Elk a keen stare as he let the words lie for a while. "I'm Scooter by the way, er, I hope y'don't mind an old barn owl taking refuge like this- my kind are better left up high, if ya know what I mean."
Meanwhile, Arrow's ears were prone on the top of his head as he listened to the bear give his complaint than order. What? Just because he was caught hiding in the bush meant he had to keep watch on the dog? The tiger didn't want that job! He wanted answers. However, as soon as he opened his mouth to ask such inquires, the bear had gone. "Fine, fine- I'll watch the mutt. I won't let him out of my sight boss!" The tiger sat back on his haunches for tad rest. His cool gaze turned toward the entrance of the healer's den, wondering if he should attempt to go interrogate the 'guard' as they all say, himself, when suddenly he spotted movement. The ivory pelt of the dog in question was already clear of inspections it seemed! Arrow still wasn't sure if this dog was a guest to be honored, an exile, or a prisoner. The tiger figured he might as well treat him as all the same thing, since he didn't know quite yet. Bear had told him to watch him after-all...
The look the wolf-dog gave him was met with equal inquiring, as the two animals sized each-other up. Well, sizing really wasn't the issue here really, but to Arrow, it looked as if this mutt was attempting to recognize him. right, because he must think I work for the almighty guard He thought sarcastically before standing slowly, waiting until the dog came closer to bow his head in a would-be sign of respect, "Greetings, I am Arrow, not a member of your guard despite my looks, no. Just a common tiger protecting the village you now occupy." He raised his head and gave a close stare, "I take it our healer has fixed up those wounds adequately? I'm sure you're still tired, why don't you have a rest by the river? We can all have a nice chat." Of course Arrow was being polite, he normally was to those he did not know. It was better to be the friend than the enemy on the get-go.
The white tiger didn't quite know what to make of this animal, other than he was terribly beaten-looking and probably a guard, by his coat. And if the rumors (and Scooter) were true about him being thrown off a cliff-side, then he was lucky to be alive...
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Post by wolark on Aug 3, 2012 8:57:48 GMT -5
Axe slowly approached the group, all the while looking around for the bear. He shook off the pain, muttering obscenities under his breath as he neared the trio. He could hear the owl's chatter, and groaned. This group probably wouldn't let him just pass through without a word.He gazed up at the owl, then to the tiger who began to speak, his orange eye focusing on him. He grunted at the tiger's words, and responded curtly, "I have not the time nor the patience to 'play nice' with commoners and a..." He looked the tiger up and down, "reject guard."
His lips curled slightly as he began to pad away once more, but suddenly an idea formed in his head, and he regretted his previous words. He stopped, still facing away from them, and turned his head slightly. "On second thought... Do you truly wish to know what happened?" He turned to face the trio, ready for their insulting comebacks to his callous behavior. His wounds still ached badly and he still was not used to having only one eye. Before they could respond, he interrupted. "I'll be by the river, as you stated." He turned and slowly padded away towards the river, grimacing every now and then when a wound stung. "Ah, the dog's up, and just leaving?" came a growling voice. "Bear, I cannot fight you. If you wish to beat an already beat dog, I can't stop you." Axe spoke without even looking up. Jorgas looked dumbfounded at Axe, snorted, and turned back towards the town, shaking his head. "Jus' glad to finally be rid of you." Grumbled the bear. Despite the bear's size, and Axe's state, there was still an air of intimidation in the bear's words. The dog scared him, but he was too stubborn to openly show it.
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