Post by Akante on Jan 31, 2012 20:23:16 GMT -5
Aasim said:
[ -giggle snort- I love that movie. (:
Akante, you still have to watch it. ]
Every step was full of wonderful, squishy, splashes. It was so fun... Adabelle couldn't help but wonder why Aasim hadn't taken her to the marshlands before. Grinning giddily, the twelve year old raced forward, giggling happily as she ran about in the thick mud.
Aasim on the other hand was obviously not amused with Adabelle's childish play. Venom green eyes watched the human carefully, releasing a low growl whenever she strayed too far for his liking. The child was too carefree. Stupid. If not for Aasim's watchful eye over the human child she would already dead. Eaten by some wolf she tried to tattoo or something foolish along those lines. "Come." His summon was loud and gruff, spoken in words that Adabelle could not understand. Despite the language barrier, Adabelle understood completely that Aasim was growling for her. Giggling, she hopped happily over to his side, arms slinging happily around Aasim's thick neck. The hellhound only released a displeased grunt, his attention now fully turning to the road ahead of them.
Large, thin ears perked forward, venom green gaze staring intently ahead. A pack lie ahead. A potential new home for him-- for them. El Dorado... Aasim had no clue whether or not the pack would be willing to take in a hellbeast and an idiotic child. He would simply ignore the doubt and continue calmly forward, urged by some unknown force to this pack.
As large paws reached the border of El Dorado's territory, his horned head lunged forward for jaws to grasp Adabelle's wolf skin cloak, tugging her back. "What is it?" Jaws remained clamped on to her, tugging her to his side. Cat-like eyes stared into the marshland territory, awaiting for a guard or sentry to approach.
Just a hellhound and human child waiting for acceptance. Nothing odd at all.
Mama said:
So far, she had made a hammock and a nesty area for her to store her newly gathered plants and meat. This place had such abundance! She was excited! The only thing she longed for was to complete this tree fort. She was sure would afford her much comfort. She walked along the island's borders, looking for particularly large peices of broken wood.
Creek Dancer followed behind Little Deerscream, much less enthusiastic than her human companion. Why? Somehow, Creek Dancer knew Little Deerscream would expect her to carry whatever wood they found, not that it would be much of a problem for the mare. She just disliked being treated like a common pack mule, was all.
Both stopped stock still when they saw what lay on the border. It was odd, but Little Deerscream got over it first.
She smiled gently to the other human and opened her arm in an elaborate circle, something custom to her home--the little girl probably wouldn't understand it was a greeting. She walked forward then, arms open to show she was not defensive or aggressive. She wouldn't fully approach the girl, because there was some... disfigured thing with her. It looked like a young rhino, but too scrawny. "Hello."
The horse recovered after her human. Unlike Little Deerscream, who had always been told stories of the supernatural and accepted it as word of god and didn't even flinch upon seeing a hellhound, the horse had never believed that crap.
Then, there was the legend standing in front of her. After getting over it, she let a new thought of the tails of horned wolves slip into her mind--if I can see it, it's flesh and blood. It's not a legend. So, with this confidence in mind, she walked up behind her human, ears twitching.
"You're approaching El Dorado. I assume you're trying to join?" her words came out in an inquisitive nicker, deep and almost edgy.
With a human, she thought snappishingly. We don't need you, in case you can't see. The mare glared down at the hellhound and the girl.
Little Deerscream knew that sound. Creek Dancer wasn't happy. "Be nice! You made the Fish one mad! Don't make this one mad!"
Aasim said:
Aasim felt a jolt of shock as two figures came into view, and he could easily tell they too felt the same way seeing as they had halted in their tracks.
Both humans and companions simply... stared at each other.
As the human and its horse approached, the hellhound stepped almost defensively in front of Adabelle, large eyes staring the human down as it made odd hand motions. Once it decided to open its arms wide-- Aasim, having spent so much time with the childish Adabelle, saw a hug coming and instantly stepped out of its path. Let Adabelle and the human share their annoying hugs.
Hello.
Adabelle was quite frozen at the sight of another human being. It has been... nearly a year since she had seen another human, and Adabelle had refused to join her own kind and continued to follow Aasim. This... This meeting was different though. Aasim had brought her here. He never brought her to humans! Olive green eyes flicked to Aasim as he stepped away from her, and in a desperate frenzy the child scrambled back to his side, crouching down to hide behind his broad body.
"G...Greetings." She murmured, her voice little above a whisper. Eyes warily watched the woman approach... and behind her was a horse. Excitement instantly rushed through the child, completely forgetting the fear of the human as she leaped up and skipped towards the large beast. She completely ignored Aasim's growl of warning as well. "Aaaah! It's a horse! We haven't seen one in forever, right Aasim?" Small hands would reach out to pet the creature, wide eyes completely oblivious to the obvious aggression leaking from the mare.
You're approaching El Dorado. I assume you're trying to join?
Be nice! You made the Fish one mad! Don't make this one mad!
The hellbeast remained quiet for some time, eyes shifting slowly from human to horse. "Yes." Low voice rumbled from the depths of his barrel like chest, a permanent grumble. "I assume you have some questions to ask or a test for this acceptance... So how shall we go about this?" Green gaze left the mare and rested upon Adabelle who was fawning over it. Stupid child. Let her get stomped on or bitten... Narrow head turned away from Adabelle for a moment, but soon after he had made the decision of letting her get harmed, Aasim released a sharp bark-like noise, summoning the child back to him, that is if the horse hadn't already made a move.
Human and a hellhound aiming for acceptance to a wolf pack.
Sentries of a wolf pack is a horse and a human.
What's next?
Mama said:
The girl approached her horse first. Not Little Deerscream. The woman felt anger brine under her skin, for hundreds of reason. We're the same kind, and you ignore me. You approach my horse, and you ignore me. I act decent toward yo which was a privilage most humans simply didn't get and you ignore me. As suddenly as Little Deerscream had been kind, the emotion turned to flat neutralism. This girl was younger than her, obviously less observant, and smaller. All of these reasons helped Little Deerscream decide she would dominate the other human.
Li'l Deer was here first, in every sense of the word. Senority and whatnot.
Creek Dancer let out a sharp squeal at Adabelle as the child approached, not snapping at her but using her heavy muzzle to knock the child's hand away. Creek Dancer wasn't anyone's pet--she wouldn't be treated as something you could casually approach. The egotistic mare glared at the child as she was called back to her partner.
The mare then returned her attention to the hellhound, examining the awkward creature. How was it still alive? It seemed like every rule she had ever learned about how animals worked was completely thrown out of the window with him.
"You know, I'm really considering just bringing you in." It would be good for Little Deerscream to have another human around; whether the little girl liked her own human or not wasn't of the mare's concern. "But, you need a use. The girl can be taught" she had seen humans and animals alike force their ways on young, succeptable minds "even if she doesn't know how do anything." The mare paused, as if to consider. "But, it's rare that a human's useless. They've got it hard--no claws, worthless teeth, barely any fur, and they're desperately weak. Surely, she has some talent that's helped her survive...?"
Or have you been keeping her out of pity?
"And you," the horse continued. "You're an anomally, and pretty intimidating to look at." Truthfully, those wicked horns were all that kept Creek Dancer from attacking the hellhound as a test. She'd tangled with a rhino before; she didn't fancy doing it ever again. "What ever are you good at" she thought of that word the human had refered to him as "Aasim?"
Meanwhile, Deerscream had gone to casually leaning on her horse, halfheartedly listening to the whuffs, chuffs, and barking going on between the two non-humans.
"Why'd you leave you village?" she asked suddenly, interested. Maybe there was another revolutionary among them. Someone who was unsatisfied with how humans lived currently. Someone else who didn't want to be apart of contentment, but greedily longed to expand and overcome.
If BBA met reality, Deerscream's bloodline would probably give rise to the Romans.
Aasim said:
[ I'm a tard and forgot all about this. >.> ffffffft. Sorry~ ]
Adabelle simply giggled as her had was pushed away. "I'm sorry." the human child murmured happily, skipping back to Aasim's side. "Careful with her Aasim," She gave the mare a little grin while wrapping her arms around the hellion's neck.
You know, I'm really considering just bringing you in. But, you need a use. The girl can be taught, even if she doesn't know how to do anything.
Large venom green eyes narrowed slightly, accompanied by a soft, snake-like hiss. It was either both of them or neither of them...
But, it's rare that a human's useless. they've got it hard--no claws, worthless teeth, barely any fur, and they're desperately weak. Surely, she has some talent that's helped her survive...?
The beast remained silent, clearly understanding the hidden question within the mare's words.
And you, You're an anomally, and pretty intimidating to look at. What ever are you good at Aasim?
Aasim remained quiet for quite some time after the mare had finished her little speech. Finally, "The girl makes her own clothes, weapons, and whatnot. She's stupid, but strong sense of instinct. If I abandon her, she'll follow and keep following. Mentally strong." He paused then, vivid green gaze resting on his human companion. Very rarely did he give her such praise. "She helps me hunt-- chases animals to where I lay in wait." Aasim was not the best at hunting, most of the time he had settled as being a scavenger, but ever since Adabelle came along, she'd chase deer to where he hid. They had learned to work well with one another.
"I on the other hand..." He paused, pondering upon what he should say. "I keep idiots in line." Was that really a use? Aasim worked as a natural policeman, but was such a figure needed in this pack? "As you said, I'm apparently intimidating to look at, therefore I am a rather useful guardsman. My appearance makes others... think twice before doing something stupid." May as well say he's able to fight while he's at it, there's no point in a guardsman who cannot fight. "Speed and stamina are not my friends, but I can fight using my mind and brute strength." Hopefully that answered the female's questions. Sighing, the horned beast shook his head, making Adabelle loose her grip on his and stumble. Then, he nudged her towards the human woman.
Go play with the other kids while the adults talk.
Why'd you leave your village?
Nervously, Adabelle glanced at the woman, then looked down at her feet. "V...village?" Her voice was once again, soft and barely above a whisper. "I... had a tribe? I think that's what it was called... We uhh... traveled a lot." Hesitation clouded her gaze, unsure of what to say. "I got lost... in the snow. It was a huuuuuge snow storm." Hands gestured outward to emphasize the word huge, but only to stop short as she realized how stupid she looked and glanced down at her feet once more. "Aasim found me and I uhh been following him..." oh god oh god oh god. "Uhh er.... I- I'm Adabelle... uhh. What's you're name?" Relieved that her moment of speaking was over, the child gave the adult a sheepish grin, fidgeting with obvious discomfort.
Mama said:
The mare nodded lazily as the hellhound spoke. Good traits. They would be nessecary for surviving within El Dorado. Then, the interesting part. She could chase animals. Humans were not renowned for their speed. This little girl must be swift to do such a thing. Hm, yes. She may have purpose beyond decoration fodder.
"Has she ever done anything on her own?" The horse needed to know if the human girl was able to take orders and work from it. Her own human, Little Deerscream, could understand gestures and body language, and work off what information that gave her. It would be a great asset if this little girl could do that as well.
The horse quietly watched Adabelle approached Little Deerscream, willing to step between them if the dark woman was not in a pleasant mood, as she often wasn't. "That'd be nice," she finally replied to the hellhound. "I just have one question." The horse tilted her head toward the little girl. "I'll need little trinkets, something to put into the pack treasury. Something that will pay for your entrance and hers. Perhaps a pelt, maybe a nice braclet?"
Little Deerscream nodded to the little girl, listening to her story. "I'm sorry." She really was, sort of. She didn't feel empathy so much, but she knew snow could hurt if one got too cold and it was easy to get burned by snow if one was alone in it. "Don't be ashamed to use your hands," she bit out with mild hints of pride. "So many have given up ont he art form. It's nice to see someone else who talks with their hands." From that point, Deerscream began to use her own, folded neatly while listening to the girl explain her origins.
"That's a pretty name. What does it mean?" A wild splay of the fingers, each centered around an eye before they feel directly to the middle of her chest, right above where the heart was said to be. "My name is Little Deerscream--no hidden meaning there." Then her arms came out, open and exposed as if the wind was ripping at them like the twigs of trees.
She didn't believe in lying. The strong could tell the truth and the weak could do nothing about it.