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  • Current Season / Year: Summer 2021, Y1

[M] The Weight of my Fangs.

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Ginga

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He'd nursed his wounds long enough and now all he needed to do was bring back something worth while for an apology. He wouldn't be apologizing to that beast of a woman.. No.. He'd be apologizing to her parents and ask for them to still allow him into their warband. His eyes scanned the clearing, ears perked as the sound of the distant crunching of leaves under heavy paws. He wanted to bring him the best meal he could.. His eyes darted to the ground for a second to think through what he would say but the beast part of him growl in impatience.

Easily he fell into the hunter's stance. His mind morphing to that of a predator, a hungry predator. The fur along his spine bristling when the smell of a Rave Gol. Its scent tangy and strong compared to most creatures. It was a creature most hunters didn't want to tangle with. Its long neck and lion like head terrifying on its own. It was a bit larger then most shifters but not by shoulder height. Manny knew this creature well and knew it had the best flank steak of any creature on the plains. The inner beast licking its chops to get a taste of the well renowned hunter in its jaws.

Slowly he pulled forward from the shelter of the brambles he'd been hiding in. His nose pushed to the ground while his eyes alert to the savannah they had just entered. The tall grasses as high as his shoulders and easy for any creature to hide in. His body lowered to that his dark brown fur was below the line of grass. If he wasn't careful he'd be spotted in and instant. His gut was telling him he was very close to the creature but there was plenty of things scuffling around in the grass and he wasn't sure which one was him. Then a loud shriek of a roar 3 feet from his direction sounded. The beast had found whatever prey it was going to eat.. Only he would get two birds with one stone in this hunting party. Quickly he darted through the grass toward the sound to see if he could watch the brawl that was happening. When he slipped his head through the tall grasses to the flattened ones he realized just how mistaken he was.

The creature was twice the size of any Rave Gol he'd ever seen and not only was it hunting.. But it was hunting a certain wolf he had problems with already. Did she have to be here? Or all the places he'd have to see her again.. It had to be out here? His wolf growled and wanted to leave her for dead.. Its head pulling back and snarling in disgust at the sight of them tussling but the human side of him budged the beast forward to help. His wolf form circling the outer edges to see if he could get a good shot off before the beast noticed him.
 

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Talia wanted the most tremendous amount of distance from herself and the healer's tent. Einar included. Her feet, which were mostly bare save for a few bit of cloth to help maintain support through her arches, noticed the change to the ground before she was fully aware. Due to the Warband's size, the land where they camped quickly flattened, and any grass was worn away in a matter of hours. The family band did not fret about the destruction of the plain grass. Children would often add in the process, picking and pulling the stalks to be woven into dolls to later be used for tinder. Craftsmanship for trinkets or toys wasn't a Grunn strong suit.

Talia paused only for a moment once near the edge of the camp, where the plains grass grew taller despite the band's presence. Then, finally, she stood on the edge of the grass sea, reaching out to touch the dry near the brittle stalk.

Her father's words and mother's anger rumbled in the back of her mind. But when the wind picked up and teased the skin of her exposed forearms, she couldn't hold herself back.

The shift came quickly, a bit of an adrenaline rush once her claws landed with her total weight. Talia wasted no time and sprinted from the camp, through the thick parts of the grass and outwards into the plains. The grass itself thinned and thickened, memories of old camps and fires from the summer before. For some, the plains would seem endless and boring, but to her, it was home. The freedom as she bounded onward into the sea of it. Gaining traction with each stride, Talia sprinted with all her might; she'd howl into the sky if she didn't fear her mother catching her.

Not that it would matter; once her mother realized she had left despite her punishment, there would be hell to pay. Her ears twitched with the budding fear of maiming; could her mother indeed cast her out?

Distracted with her thoughts, Talia barely managed to skid herself to a halt. The scent of something foul catching her off guard.

Rave Gol.

Fierecsome beasts that were had rich meat and terrible tempers. Few Grunns were foolish enough to take on solo; Talia was not about to become one of them. Although she knew shifting would be ridiculous by instinct, her sharpened senses would help detect the beast to make it easier to avoid.

But fate has other plans.

A powerful rumble alerted her as the beast rushed her. She had smelled him too late; the beast has been just slightly downwind. A foolish mistake made by how distracted she had been with her personal struggles. Talia barely avoided the beasts' claws, knocking the leading claw with her horn only to have her shoulder bitten. Howling in surprise, Talia clawed back, scratching along the Rave Gol's face. It released her shoulder, and they both tumbled apart. Talia and the gol getting to their feet at the same time.

Talia growled, snapping her jaws to appear too big to take on, but with her sudden blood loss and weakness in her shoulder, she wasn't as intimidating. The gol seemed to further its commitment to take on the solo female. She readied herself for the onslaught of attacks.

Blow for blow, they matched each other. Talia relying on her training to carry her through but even with her skill, she wavered. The beast fueled by hunger and rage.

Talia got slower, the blood lost by both creatures tainting the air around them. She grew woozy but found no relief; the rave gol appeared determined to kill her, rid his domain of one more wolf. Talia fought for her life. Till a heavy blow knocked her down, her vision blurred, and she hardly managed to get back up to defend herself; now backed into a corner of what seemed to be a few rocks, Talia defended herself.

With what little she had left.
 

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Seethed eyes watched the bloody fight, his mind almost entranced by it. The fight renewing some pride wounds he'd though he'd buried after leaving the camp. His brain following that trail of oil left behind by his inability to fight a female. The fire burning ever brighter in his mind until a growl almost let loose from his lips. Not only was his pride burning but also a soft passion for the ferocity in her face, In her body.. She fought like a wild animal matching the brutes attacks head on.

It wasn't until she faltered that he realized how foolish he was being. This pack mate was in trouble and he was too busy being angry to help her. Quickly he darted around the edges of the grass. Not worried about making too much racket since the beast was occupied with Talia. His paws massive and soft on the ground as he prowled. One more attack.. One more hit.. Yes.. The Gol had her pinned to the wall. But his back was also wide open to Manny.

His paws took a few steps out of the grass. His eyes focused on the spot he was going to pounce. Hopefully signaling to his Packmate she was not alone. Muscles clenched and then bunched as his form flung onto the back of the beast. Wide jaws open to snag the back of its long neck in his teeth. Easily he pulled back and made the beast take a few steps back or suffer and hampering blow to its spine. With a howl he twisted back and forth aiming to pull flesh from bone. He hoped that she wasn't too injuried to do the same from the front.
 

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And tried she did.

Talia was unsteady with her shoulder in such condition she managed to launch herself forward. Jaw clamping tight around the exposed neck of the beast where its neck met its shoulder. She dug her claws into the flesh of the beast's chest, digging deep with all four limbs as if to climb the creature. The strain from the effort would not allow her to keep the contact for long, but as she slipped, her claws continued to drag down the length of the Rave Gol. Blood soaked into her paw pads, flesh caught in her claws.

It all happened so fast and did not permit her enough time to catch herself from the fall. Instead, she landed awkwardly in an attempt to avoid crashing hard on her already wounded shoulder. Her right leg took the bulk of her weight, and with a hard landing, it gave way with a snap!

The howl the erupted from Talia threatened to shake the sky above. Between the blood loss and now clearly broken leg, she found no strength to move her body. Limp and likely quickly approaching a deadly state of shock, Talia laid there.

Her heart hammered in her chest, her paws ached with a strange chill. Barely able to keep her eyes open, Talia's eyes managed to widen, surprised to see Manny. She had guessed someone showed up, but the way the beast was forced back and from her angle, she hadn't seen who until that moment. Guilt about their first meeting found its way into her thoughts despite the overall sense of numbness slowly encasing her body. She attempted to speak, call out to him, but she could only manage a few grunts.

Anger, what seemed to fuel her, had faded. In its place, fear greeted her. A shadowy lurking figure in her head. A reminder that for all her training, she was still a useless pup; foolish, stupid, and without purpose. Talia missed the anger; even as her eyes closed again and the sound of the fighting faded, the hollowness of fear carved a place within her. Preparing to stay if she lived another day.
 

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Rav Gol (Monster)
The nasty creature reared back and stepped away from his prey. Pain sought to control his mind but the prey in front of him was too much to waste. Even with another one of their kind tearing at his back, his mind was set. Again he bucked backwards to send the brute tumbling but fumbled the attempt. The girl on the ground found enough strength to jump him and take his breath away. Her fangs sliced through his throat with precise tact.

Blood began to pump from him into her face and onto the ground at his feet. Fear struck him as the weight of his last battle rushed to his shoulders, adding onto the weight of his adversary. Slowly he made his decision and whipped his head around and snapped his jaws around the second wolf’s hind leg. Tearing the brute,he flung the whelp from his back at the female. With seconds tickling till the male was able to recover he split for the tall grasses and aimed to disappear.


Manny (Character)
With his jaws ripping and tearing at the flesh in his jaws, Manny paused for a peek at Talia. Her body was weak but hanging from the monster’s throat. A sort of pride washed over him and made his heart pound in his chest. She was a glorious woman to continue fighting with such fierceness. With a bit of reluctance he tucked those soft feelings away and reared back even harder to pull the beast’s attention to himself.

He heard her fall rather than saw it. The loud crack telling him that whatever it was wasn’t good. The howl from her almost letting him feel the exact pain she must be feeling. The sound driving an anger through him like the boiling over of a pot. Manny’s head reeled back hard and shook like he was gonna snap it’s thick serpent-like neck. The tusks stuck into it’s flesh causing even more damage but his jaws lost their hold only for him to grab another bite of thick flesh in an instant. For a moment he thought he had control, his head twisting around like an alligator with its prey. Blood soaked his face, chest, and paws. The gush almost clouded his vision from how much he wanted to sever the creature’s head from its body.

Like most things his blood craved happiness ended with a sharp pain in his leg and his body being torn out from under himself. The strength of the creature was almost unimaginable as his hulking wolf form was tossed to the ground right into the person he was trying to save. The crash was hard but with an awkward twist of his body most of the impact went up and over her body into the dirt behind her. A soft throbbing pain in his hind leg telling him of his twisted muscle.

Still, within seconds he was off the ground and rushing forward to stand over his comrade. The women who had beaten him into a bloody pulp and the woman who had given him a lesson in life without really needing to say a single word. His chest heaved in and out as he watched the tail end of the beast vanish into the grass. Every instinct in his wolf form telling him to chase, maim, and kill it but his rational mind taking control as the woman under him was going into shock.

With eased practice he shifted into his human form, his clothing intact and his satchel of small herbs at his side. “Shift Talia.. Shift back. I have poppy seeds. You’ll need to chew it.” His voice was a little panicky but mostly deep with concern and care. Large hands dug into his satchel to pull out a tiny wrapped bag of poppy seeds. The memory dates back to the medic tent, snatching the small bag of pain meds before slipping out and into the bush for some much needed breathing time. Yet with every pain and every wrong twist of his shoulder he still refused to open the bag. As soon as she shifted back he’d give her the bag to do what she would and picked her up in his arms. The touch gentle and careful of her injuries before darting toward the Warband’s camp shouting for help the entire way.
 

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The darkness that kept spreading in her mind was fought with the sound of a voice. Someone was calling to her, telling her to shift. They sounded rushed, no, something else; it was panic. Manny's voice fed the drumming in her chest, bringing awareness back to her mind. Into her body, to the pain.

She howled, but the forced the shift still, her voice shifting in tandem to be a terrible wail. Bile rushed from her stomach, nausea making it impossible for her to hold back. She gagged against the feeling. The bit of her first meal was too far digested to be brought up but still, her body heaved. Never in her life had she experience such pain that her entire body revolted at the idea of continuing to feel, to live.

Her head lolled back, too heavy to hold upright; the exhaustion from the shift held tight to her entire core. Reminding her just how little there was left of her. How much of a miracle it was she survived.

Still, in a daze, Talia looked from Manny and then to the pouch. She could smell it: poppy seed. The idea of sweet release from pain egged her own. She took the pouch and, using shaking fingers and her tender jaw, pulled it open and tossed back the tiny black dots. The pain started slow, but given her blood loss and the dosage she took, the pain subsided.

Despite the physical pain being gone, she was no match for the mental turmoil once she was hoisted up into Manny's arm. She couldn't manage to wrap her arm around him, and knowing he had been hurt just hours prior weighed heavily on her.

He was in pain too.

Avoiding eye contact, she almost wishes she had looked at him and studied his face more. Because when she looked away and down at her broken leg, it was discovered there remained a bit of adrenaline in her body. She screamed, reaching poorly toward her bleeding leg, where the bone had exposed itself to the outside world. Jagged and angry, it seemed almost like a through and through knife wound. The sharp edges of bone were ready to damage her further.

"MY LEG! MY LEG!" She repeated the words over and over, looking between the wound and Manny, half expecting him to twist into a nightmare creature and make it all a dream. When he didn't, it only made things worse.

"My leg, Manny, my leg," Her voice grew desperate. "Make it stop," She pleaded, burying her face into the crook of his neck, the reality too much to bear. Her body quivered, breathing becoming frantic as she edged further to dispair.
 

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His breathing steadied for a moment when her bones creaked and shifted back into something he could see and mend properly. Though the sight of her wounds sent a shiver of nausea through him. Fear etched into every feature of his face pulling a bravado from the pit of his stomach to try subdue the reaction. “It's not good Talia. It's not good. We gotta get you home. I don't-'' He stopped himself and bit his lip. He was gonna say he didn’t think she would recover from this completely.

His feet trotted heavily on the ground with this beautiful but deadly woman in his arms. The warmth of her body made his face flush with the fear of her fever and another feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on. The fast beating of his heart started to hurt as it pounded into his ribs when she pushed her crying face into his neck. It hit him then that the feeling he was having was arousal, of all times to.. He growled softly at how horrifying he felt to have fallen for this beauty in such a bad situation. If it was the last thing he did.. Manny would bring that beast home on a silver platter and serve it to her family.

The tempo of his feet now aligned with the tempo of his heart, fear pushing him into a full run toward the camp. Her screaming about her leg made his panic worsen to the point that he wouldn't even look at it. His arm moved to accommodate it on its own accord. Only when she screamed a second time did he stop to look. His mind was fuzzy with pain and exhaustion but at this point the bone sticking out of her skin paled him. With a hard stop he gently placed her on the ground. His eyes looked over the leg wound that was pouring blood and cursed himself. Why hadn’t he seen that before? “Damn it.” He growled and wandered a couple feet pulling a hard branch from a tree. His steps clumsy as he came back to stoop beside her. Rough fingers then tearing a piece of her ripped shirt off and tying it tight around her leg, then lynching it with the branch. “This will stop the bleeding but it's gonna hurt like a bitch.” His voice was wavering slightly but the tourniquet was sound and in place.

Manny stood up and sniffed the air. They were getting close but still had a ways but a second scent hit the wind and he almost sighed in relief. "EINAR!" He howled into the sky with a soft whine for help. He had no idea what to do next.
 
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