Post by Akante on Jan 31, 2012 20:01:16 GMT -5
Corgwyn said:
This escape thread takes place in El Dorado's territory, RIGHT after El Dorado's fight for Almas Rotas' land.
Even if Taramo is captured, that does not mean Nezillah automatically is.
Rita, with the aid of Shark, will attempt to capture and enslave Taramo.
Taramo will attempt to escape, with the aid of Nezillah.
No one else is permitted.
Posting order follows that of the fight = Taramo, Nezillah, Rita, Shark.
Each side has exactly seven days from each others' last post to respond.
When one side fails to post by the deadline, this results in the other side succeeding in their attempts. For example, if Taramo misses the deadline, then it is assumed that Rita and Shark had successfully landed all hits upon him. However, if Taramo succeeds in escaping, than that means that he successfully left the territory. Once/If Taramo has escaped, he is home free and has the right to safely run away. If Rita and Shark wish to pursue him further, then they can create an invasion to find and capture him all over again, but once Taramo has officially escaped, he's safe. This escape thread should be played out using the dodge/attack method, where every motion is an attempt.
SPECIAL TERMS:
If Nezillah is not gone (aka has had an IC exit) by the time Taramo is captured (if he does get captured), she is subject to enslavement, as well.
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to bring it up with one of the Marshland Staff~!
Even if Taramo is captured, that does not mean Nezillah automatically is.
Rita, with the aid of Shark, will attempt to capture and enslave Taramo.
Taramo will attempt to escape, with the aid of Nezillah.
No one else is permitted.
Posting order follows that of the fight = Taramo, Nezillah, Rita, Shark.
Each side has exactly seven days from each others' last post to respond.
When one side fails to post by the deadline, this results in the other side succeeding in their attempts. For example, if Taramo misses the deadline, then it is assumed that Rita and Shark had successfully landed all hits upon him. However, if Taramo succeeds in escaping, than that means that he successfully left the territory. Once/If Taramo has escaped, he is home free and has the right to safely run away. If Rita and Shark wish to pursue him further, then they can create an invasion to find and capture him all over again, but once Taramo has officially escaped, he's safe. This escape thread should be played out using the dodge/attack method, where every motion is an attempt.
SPECIAL TERMS:
If Nezillah is not gone (aka has had an IC exit) by the time Taramo is captured (if he does get captured), she is subject to enslavement, as well.
If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to bring it up with one of the Marshland Staff~!
[quote author=Taramo [RP] link=topic=60483.msg435004#msg435004 date=1327908817]
"Alright you got me." he said in a joking cheeky Taramo grunted while he was pinned down by Rita's jaws. Defeat, it was sobering feeling. He was pinned down and he hadn't been this uncomfortable for a long time. She won how long was she going to bask in the victory, over a crippled brute. Taramo looked up and finally saw the new comer. Who ever he was no doubt he was here to support Rita. One of her cronies. Well he lost there was nothing to do but, one last thing. Try to escape. He looked over at Ne still watching. Through the rain,lightning, and Thunder. The rain was pouring down even harder than been before. Rita was stronger than he thought. I guess he just got lucky last time.
Was this the end of his goals, his dreams, his vision. He didn't want to be stuck in this place. He would try to get out. When ever he got the chance. There was no way he would allow himself to become someones play thing, or someones possession. The brute could only take so much before lashing out and hurting or killing the oppressor. He would go down fighting if he had to. But he would just allow himself to be treated like that. He has endured it before, he could only stand it for a short while this time. Only as long as he had to. Until he snapped. "How long you gonna hold me here?"
Taramo looked over at Nez and gave her a smirk. He had anger deep down inside but he masked it with his face. On the outside, his face was saying: 'Don't worry, we had a good run.' or, 'I'll get outta this you know me.' On the inside he was screaming. 'No! Not again...not again! Never again!' "Nez thanks for coming, I think its time you left." There was nothing he could do, unless she could pull off a miracle.
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[quote author=Nezillah [RP] link=topic=60483.msg437065#msg437065 date=1328135419]
"Alright you got me." Nezillah felt her ears fold back, he sounded - looked, so defeated. All the time she'd known her cousin, the short time she'd known him, she'd never seen him like this. He'd always seemed so strong and determined, despite his obvious disabilities. She glanced over to the other wolf, no doubt Rita's support. "How long you gonna hold me here?"
She flicked her gaze back to Taramo, and could see the suppressed anger in his good eye. He met her gaze with a smirk and Nez moved her ears forward. She knew the looks he was giving her, and she shook her head subtly. 'No. I won't abandon you here...' She couldn't just... leave him here. But... she would be his only hope for escape. She would do neither of them any good if they both got captured.
"Nez thanks for coming, I think its time you left." She lifted a paw to step forward but thought against it, and put it back down. Frozen to the spot, she couldn't decide. 'Should I stay, or should I go? Play the hero, or the coward?' She couldn't not try. She had to try something, and fast. Her strong point was words, bargaining - but they had nothing to bargain with. Nothing they could give up anyway, and Nez seriously doubted Rita wanted anything more than Taramo.
She looked down at Taramo with an apologetic look, a look which hardened when her gaze transferred to Rita. She bared a single tooth and narrowed her eyes, "This is far from over." The lightening illuminated the sky and thunder shook the ground. The storm was almost directly over them now. She had no other options left to her but to follow Taramo's orders. She took one last look to him. They would be back. She swore it. Taramo would not rot in Rita's land. And he would die fighting for his pack or on his land of old age.
The end.
It took more strength to turn and run full pelt across the muddy ground. She had no idea if Rita would send her supporter after her, she didn't care. She was built for speed and she would keep running, pushing herself to run faster toward home. She didn't look back, but she had one thing on her mind. To rally the troops and return for their leader - their kin. If no one pursued her and she made it to the border she would leap into the water, and swim fast as she could to Almas Rotas soil.
She felt like a betrayer leaving him there. But they would be back.
If she had to go get him herself.
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//ooc: if no one goes after her, she's gone.
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Rita said:
[[ i was given ooc permission to pp taramo being dragged by rita further into ED's territory~ ]]
Satisfaction.
She's got it.
A wicked grin would spread wide on her occupied jaws - or, at least, as far as she could mange with her mouth full. She could sense the warmth of the tender flesh she'd managed to grasp, to sink into, as it rubbed against the very fangs that had punctured through. An odd, purring growl rumbled through her throat, her tongue tensing as it pressed against his fur, eager and waiting for the blood that would be sure to seep from these wounds. How could there not be blood? Such a possibility was... impossible. Her eyes lit up as she tasted the first bit of that copper-tainted lifeblood, its warm touch setting her instincts ablaze. It would be then that a shudder of pure excitement - the thrill - would be shot down her spine, tingling almost every nerve as her muscles tensed, her body leaning over and crouching to get herself ready for whatever may come. Perhaps he would be a smart pest and refrain from causing trouble. Then again, he was a male, and males tend to lean towards idiocy and impulsive actions; Rita wouldn't be able to put all her cards down on one bet just yet.
Though one thing was for certain:
Success was immanent.
"Alright you got me." At that the Captain would let a new chorus rip loose, her growls vibrating through clenched jaws and through his body. A coarse chuckle might've been tossed in as well - she rather enjoyed adding salt to the open wound. Casting her eyes up to the other she-wolf - the supposed cousin - the Captain let out a curt growl to her Watchman. It was a clear command for the blue-toned brute to watch his leader's back; the blackblood mutt could handle herself with this petty excuse for an alpha, but she knew just how cruel it would be to... separate Shark from such a fine lady. She was quite a thoughtful leader, now wasn't she? Flickering her auds, reiterating her command in case Shark failed to realize it, the bitch would then tense her leg muscles, preparing for what she now dubbed as her main goal: get this fucking prisoner to his cell. "How long you gonna hold me here?" She'd jerk her head back, trying to prevent him from carrying on with anymore insulting and irritating words. His voice, though a sweet, sweet reminder of her looming victory, was rather unwanted right here and now. Instead, with her legs pulling herself back as quickly as she could, Rita would proceed to drag her enemy to his newly-founded hell.
Tugging rather crudely, the Captain failed to hear the words uttered from her captive to his petty relative. Instead, hefty grunts and snarls would be radiating from her occupied jaws as they tightened their grip, keeping a secure hold on Taramo as she dragged him rather quickly towards the heartland of her territory. Slowly, but steadily, her sights of Shark and his new 'friend' began to grow smaller, the weight of this deadbeat brute seeming to grow heavier. But this would not cause the she-wolf to falter, and instead her advances towards the Gathering Grounds were increased in haste and aggression, her tugs curt and vicious - a clear sign of the flourishing dominance of Rita over her enemy.
Her captive.
A slave amongst demons.
Shark said:
"Alright you got me."
It seemed Rita had gotten what she had been aiming for, as the older brute gave in, Sharks eyes automatically faltered from his dear Rita, to the other female that had dared show herself in the midst of all this chaos. A curt grin spread across his face as thought ran through his complicated yet simple mind. Shark already knew what he was going to do with her. His eyes searched over her for a few seconds before they returned to Rita, who seemed quite loverly in this lightning and rain.
"How long you gonna hold me here?"
Rita answered this with a, snarl / chuckle, was it? Regardless, it made Shark thankful he wasn't the one under those jaws, and grateful he was adored so daringly by his honey bun. Of course all of that was in his mind, but he did know Rita liked him for tagging along and putting up with all this shit.
"Nez thanks for coming, I think its time you left."
His ears perked as she let out a sudden growl, an order, and Shark nodded. She had signaled for him to watch her back, and he didn't have to wait long before the girl, the other girl, ran. Shark tossed a short glance to Rita, who in turn gave him a look in return. Understood. Another grin broke across the brutes face as he began to give chase to this Nez.
Ready or not girly, here I come.
With each bound, the earth below him was gobbled up, and he became closer and closer to the creamy colored girl. As he ran, he ducked his head down closer to her feet, nipping at them as they ran, not in an attempt to bite but urging her to go faster. The chase was half the fun, for him at least, maybe not for her. A growl escaped his throat as he grew tired of the nipping and decided it was time for him to go for what he really wanted..
All of her.
With a final, push of his rear legs, Shark launched himself forward, attempting to grab hold of her back left leg, and when he did, he would dig his legs into the ground, stopping the forward momentum of himself and hopefully her, as she would be off balance. If he got a hold of her, he would crunch down as hard as he could attempting to crush the bones in her leg, rendering her unable to run, walk or move hardly.
If he missed and she was able to avoid his jaws, he would chase her still until she ran jumped into the water to swim away. He could follow her of course, but he had to get back to Rita.
With or without his plaything in tow.