Post by Akante on Feb 1, 2012 0:02:52 GMT -5
Nico said:
He had waited until the moon had returned before emerging. It was too risky otherwise. Nico knew it had been established, the flag raised and territory claimed. With excruciating slowness the the hole in the sky was filled with a fingernail of white. Then, it was time to move.
After the the crisp yet enigmatic air of the forest, the marshland was suffocating; humidity pressed on his lungs and inspired mild beads of sweat to burst from his skin. Without complaint he meandered on wards, following his strict schedule but never wavering from his path. The journey was not demanding, but simply monotonous, and he thought of little in the days he travelled, although once or twice they strayed to that boy. Nico needed little to occupy his thoughts.
One foot after another.
It seemed like an eternity, but he finally found it; land ahoy! and all of that. A few feet away from the scent markings, he let out a soft woof; demanding yet hopefully remaining diplomatic. In wait for the ... whoever, the hybrid paced slowly while trying to remain looking in charge.
I am here.
ooc: uhh, sorry this took so long! I kept falling asleep when I sat down, lol.
Mama said:
There was never a lack of anything to do. When Little Deerscream wasn't asking her to help make her new fort, the mare had found she could try to work the borders. Anything to get even with Shark. Why the horse felt compelled to rival a completely different species was trivial once you knew the origin, but a strong, mighty obsession all the same.
So, when she saw another wolf at the borders, the dun horse at once trotted toward the borders, head back proudly. It had been maybe a week or so since they had arrived--but the magic of marshland richness was already working. Her eyes were bright and she felt so full of energy. Now she understood why there were so many deer and other game animals--she wasn't a game animal; she'd remind anyone with no qualums. They couldn't help themselves.
This place was paradise.
"You're on the border of El Dorado." The words almost came out politely. Then, it took the dismal turn that the hyper agressive mare was bound to cause it to. "State your buisness or prepare to git some yonder." There was no country twang and the words were done in such a way to add a playful edge to a very real threat.
Nico said:
The sun rolled out from a wandering cloud, temporary blinding Nico. He quickly turned to get away from it, when he saw a figure approaching. However, it looked much to tall and moved in a gait that wolves do not use. It couldn't be ... game could it? Puzzled, he squinted at the equine, trying to deduce weather this was the right place and he had simply not heard of accepting other species (odd) or he was about to encounter free lunch (yay).
The hybrid's pacing slowed when the figure drew near. "You're on the border of El Dorado. State your buisness or prepare to git some yonder." Ahh, so they did accept other creatures. Usually he wouldn't have accepted such a thing, but he hooves looked menacing and the threat was not one Nico would take lightly, so he would remain cordial in the conversation. He wondered what others we on the island.
Straightening up to look bulkier, Nico answered."Acceptance." Blunt and factual, that was all they needed.
(yay shortness)
Mama said:
The wolf fluffed himself out, not that he really needed to. Creek Dancer already considered him on the bulkier side. (Not that it meant much as to what size a bunch of overgrown dogs were.)
She blew quickly when he answered in the short, clipped manner that he did. "Yep, just like the rest of them." She reached her head down, velvet muzzle exposed in a signal of trust... or confidence he wouldn't have the guts to attack her. "I hope you can talk more than that; it'd suck if you didn't."
She would withdraw her nose after the rapid fire comments. She raised a hoof and made a little circling gesture. "You're a fighter, right? You look... big for stealing whatsits." Sound kinda stupid for negotiation. Somethings even the mare had sense to keep quiet about. Not that those things were many or entirely important.
Idly, Creek Dancer swished her tail. The one bad thing about being in the marshlands was the amount of parasitic insects. She'd need a mud bath soon...
Nico said:
"Yep, just like the rest of them." Briefly, Nico wondered how many others there were, imagining an army stretching across the surface of the island. Fantastic. The horse lent down, pushing her face close to Nico's. H e was torn between flinching and attacking, but he hesitated which seemed to revel a third option, staying put. He was not good with other species he decided. He began wriggling his back toes, trying to distract himself. "I hope you can talk more than that; it'd suck if you didn't."
"I can, but I don't really do small talk. I'm uncomfortable with it, it doesn't achieve much." Also because I don't understand it, but she didn't need to know that. "The name's Nico," he offered awkwardly. Was that the polite thing to do?
When the mare lifted her hoof, he took a step back, almost subconsciously trying to avoid it. Although the conversation seemed to be going ... okay, he wanted to be safe, cautious. "You're a fighter, right? You look... big for stealing whatsits."
Whatsits? He frowned, confused. For the moment he let it, whatever it was slide, and to focus on the acceptance at hand. "... yes, but, I haven't trained before and never been part of a pack. I go on gut and have scraped by but don't know how to work with others. I can learn, I am strong." Nico squinted as the sun reached an awkward angle, hitting him directly in his eyes. He briefly considered taking a peek up to the sky, to check on it's progress, but was unsure how he would disguise that.
Mama said:
Of thank god he could talk. She was beginning to wonder just what would happen if another Watchman came by and saw a carcass with hoofprints all over it and Creek's only excuse would be "he was mumbling something and i couldn't understand, so better safe than sorry, right?".
"Nah, nah, small talk sucks. Just gotta be able to talk when you've gotta talk." Ironically, Creek was pretty good at pointless conversations. Like the one they were finishing right now. "Creek Dancer," she supplied with slight satisfaction. This was going better than expected.
But hey, when murder and acceptance are you only two choices with a homocidal equine, it's always better when you're not dead.
No training was bad. But, being able to learn is good. Maybe he wouldn't mind learning under the horse? Horses didn't usally fight in groups, unlike wolves. Yes, she was thinking something brilliant. Her own personal way to show that she should certainly have various positions of power and influence.
"Well, that'll do, then. Nico, I'm accepting you, but under the terms that you stick with me." Because a horse could teach you exactly what you need to know to survive in a pack, right? "I'm gonna train you to be a freakin' bruiser, got me?" Her words were by no way binding, but she could always seek him out later and try to bully him into it if he didn't go for it.
Wit that, she turned around and lifed her tail in the air proudly. "First thing's first! Gotta teach you all about El Dorado! We take what we like and make sure our crap stays ours!" Regardless of whether Nico would obediently follow Creek Dancer or not, this was more than likely going to turn into some disasterously complicated relationship.
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