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Post by Fritz on May 3, 2008 14:16:44 GMT -5
The sun was setting, casting long shadows as the trees loomed over her. The great pregnant dog walked through the trees. In truth, she didn't know where she was going or why. She grumbled to herself, her shaggy black/grey coat, spattered with browns and blacks shuffled in the wind. Her peircing red eyes cut through the thin fog as it left he leaves damp from the water in the air. She shook her pelt, sending raindrop going flying all about. She sat down on a rock, the cold burning into the rflesh, but she just grunted and ignored it. She looked around, and was glad that there was no one else around, so she settled down and went to sleep.
Large apds hit the ground roughly. A large brute made his way trough the area. His optics glowing like flames of hell. There was an intruder inside his territory. He wanted to see who it was. This one will get a free ticket to hell. He looked at the area first. He then sniffed the ground. Pad after pad he walked slowly. He then came to a haly. Stopping behind a sleeping pregnant dog. He walked a bit closer. Yes, she was sleeping. Was she stupid? Coming on his terrain. She must be seeking her death! Everybody knows that this is the territory of the Death Stalkers. The ground was hard and snow started to fall. The place was cold and foggy. The brute decided to stop. His breathes condenced before him. Iron jaws parted as he spoke. His vocie boomed over the place and held dominance and the chill of ice. "What are you doing here?" He said. His optics were like the flames of hell burning. Even in the foggy area you can see them burn. He, Raven haunted these lands. The Death Stalker members were just the minions of him. He waited for what she would do next. He will defenetly scare her from her slumber.
Dusk was in a shallow sleep, and didn't get too much of a shock when he spoke. Her burning red pits shot open, and her ears swivled to face him. She grunted and started to growl. How dare he wake her? She listened to his voice, and she smirked. This must be Raven, yes? By the authority in his voice, he must be. She lifted her head and yawned, her massive jaws parting, flashing healthy pink gums and white fangs. She slowly turned around on her rock to face him, and peered down at him, her red orbs staring into his own. She jumped down to the ground and looked up at him. she gave a small bow of her head and sat down. "I have come to ask for a place in the Death Stalkers M'Lord Raven." Her voice was smooth, but like ice as her breath caused little clouds. She spoke sharp and to the point. She prefered action to talking, but her hunch that this dog was raven was strong, and she knew that she shouldn't disrespect him. "I guess you finally found me." She said with a smirk, her eyes flashing slightly.
The big Beauceron followed a respectful distance behind Raven. He had been a member of the Death Stalkers from the very beginning and now, he hoped, would soon be taking the title as one of the hell beast's Elite. He had proven himself multiple occassions to be worthy of said position, now it was just a matter of waiting for that one last test, that one time for Raven to at last give the approving word. Though his quest to become Elite was not unknown to the others of the pack, Mar never actively spoke about it and never in the presence of Raven himself...
Mar had followed the mastiff on this trek around the grounds, as was his habit. And as luck would have it, they had come across some foolish stray asleep in the Death Stalker ground. The Beauceron could have smiled then, for such an intrusion usually meant a fight,... a fight that few outsiders had ever survived...
The dog, as always, remained behind, but to the side, of Raven. His dark eyes watched the exchange coldly, never straying from the either two. The pregnant dog had attitude, that was certain.
Mar's black fur was long and dense, well into its heavy winter phase. Unlike his leader, the Beauceron had little reason to worry about the cold itself; getting food, to him, was the only problem. And so he ignored the icy rain that pelted his fur and waited.
The brute watched the female. He was angry already at her. How can she dare tresspass into his territory. The other female he met earlier had come to the gates. She had crept around his territory and wasn't even a member. He growled slightly at her. His growl was strong and had a tune of death in it. The demon of all watched the female, his auds perked at her voice. He then replied. You should have gone to the gates. His vocie was the same as before, powerful and angry. At her second sentence he got more angry. He scented Mar arriving at the scene. He chuckled slightly. He took a step back and then spoke. Cause of you tresspassing into my territory, Mar handle her. He said coldly and there was a tune of blood lust in his voice. He chuckled a bit more and backed up a bit with two steps.
He seated himself gently on the cold ground. He waited for Mar. This was his chance to prove the best if he was indeed worthy of becoming an elite. He needed to fight this female. If he lost his chances were lost but if he wins he will be an elite. If she wins she can join and if she loses he himself will handle the rest or will tell Mar to finish her off. The best thing for her is to run. The place was getting colder and colder. Snow started to fall making layers of snow. The brute knew he wasn't a husky and he had a hide. He needed to keep warm from the snow. That he did by eating junk food, getting more fat. It helped keep him warm. He waited for Mar to do his job.
And Mar was eager to please. The black dog slid forward with his head held low, a menacing growl in his throat, and teeth bared to show pearly fangs. The calm complacency he held before was gone, and the spark of the bloodlust that Raven had instilled into everyone of his fighters had lit. The frozen grass would be painted red this day.
Calloused paws broke the frosty layer as the Beauceron approached. The countdown to attack shortened now to seconds, and then milliseconds. Three...two....one....
With an explosive snarl, Mar shot forward, aiming just to her side. His claws ripped through the earth and now clattered onto the female's rock. He wasted no time. The dog lunged for Dusk's throat as he positioned to ram his shoulder into her body. If he could knock her over and pin her down.... this fight would be over before it even started.
(Can I just say, In my profile I said I was already a part of the death stalkers, but Dusk isn't one to back down from a fight. )
Dusk watched raven with stone cold eyes, and they burned with inner fire. She watched Raven and sighed inwardly. Got he was so annoying. He strutted around trying to scare others, acting like he was the all-mighty one. Well, she mused, he was in a sence. He controled some of the most feared dogs in this city. She shot a glance at Mar, catching his name. She didn't smile, but stood up instead. She looked up at Raven, itching to say something to him, but knew it wouldn't be a very good idea to do so. So she said something else, her voice was smooth, and held no fear of him. "Don't try and test me cuz you'll get a reaction." I don't know who you think you are but making people scared wont get you very far. That's what she wanted to say to him, but she didn't.
She turned to Mar once more and smirked. Just because she was a female, didn't mean she didn't know how to fight. How did she get all these scars on her body, did they think? She had faught her way, and was experianced at fighting. The feisty female smiled and a deep rumble started in the pit of her chest. "If you're gonna play with fire then you're gonna get burned." She stated in her smooth voice. She braced her legs, and waited for Mar to make a move. She was young and fit, and was good at fighting. She was as big as a german shepherd and looked like one too, apart from her multi-toned coat with the splashes of browns and blacks. And her tail curled over like an alaskan husky. She wiated for Mar to make his move, and she wasn't going to take it easy on him.
He lunged forward, but she was ready. She watched him with blood red eyes. She caught her on the shoulder, and before she knew it, he was atop her, aiming for her throat. She smirked slightly, using the momentum of the fall to her advantage. She placed her hind paws on his tummy, and using the momentum to roll backwards, pushing him off. She back up and growled threataningly at him, watching him for his next move.
((That last part was a bt of an auto (pushing him off and then waiting; you don't know that Mar will hold his attack long enough for you to get back up), but we'll go with it /this/ time..))
Dusk's paws had caught him and pushed him off, causing his jaws to snap just before her throat. Missed. No matter, though. His paws hit the ground with a dull thud and he lost his balance for just a moment. That lapse of time proved just enough for the female to regain her footing and she was up; waiting.
Fool, Mar thought to himself. You'll get yourself killed doing that. Even as this went through his mind, the dog had rushed forward again. He skimmed low over the ground, and, with just inches to spare, pushed himself upward at her throat again. He had come quickly, almost too quickly to react, and had made his move almost underneath her. Hopefully he would get a tooth hold this time.
Still her heavy fur would prove difficult to get passed... she was part husky, afterall.
(Oops, sorry. I'm a bit rusty at RPing fights. Tell me if I do anything wrong. )
Dusk ignored the snow that was coming down on her thick pelt. She growled at him, her own blood-lust shining in her red eyes. He was fast, she could say that much for him. And before she knew it, he was up underneath her. As he came up, she stood up on her hind legs, trying to dodge, but he was still coming. She braught up a paw, batting his head out of the way. She pushed with all her might, pushing his head back down to the ground, intending to crush it.
As she batted his head to the side, his tooth had caught her throat, making a large rip in her neck. It was only a small cut, but his tooth had ripped away partof her thick fur, leaving that part of her neck more vulnerable. She would have to be faster. there was no point if her eyes could follow his movement, but her body could not keep up. She removed her paw from his head, and went for his throat.
((If you wish. My definition of autoing/powerplaying/whatever is a little different from Raven's, though...))
Dusk's paw connected just above the male's eye. It didn't matter, though. He had gotten a taste of her blood. Just a small, tantalizing taste, but one that would stay with him forever. His tongue flitted out eagerly, savoring the single, warm drop of blood that had settled on his lip. Beautiful....
His black lips parted, not in a roar, but in a smile. A cold, strange smile that countered the female's own vicious light. He had won the prologue of this battle, and now the rest of this storm was about to unleash.
Her paw had connected to Mar's face, her dewclaw scraping his cheek. He turned his head away, though with a quick movement back, slid from beneath her paw and avoided the full brunt as she attempted to stomp down. He moved back again, sliding away from her teeth and towards her middle. There was a brief lull before Dusk took up the slack with her own attack.
She rushed forward, bare fangs mounted on strong jaws that gaped open for the bite to his throat. But Mar would have none of that. He stepped forward to meet her, head twisted to the side to protect his throat somewhat. His own maw opened and the two met with a crack. Mar's jaws closed, intending to clamp down on Dusk's muzzle. He kept himself moving, pawing forward in case his attack missed.
(Just prod me in the right direction. )
Dusk was getting annoyed. He was fast, and good. But that's what Dusk liked about these kind of fights. She smiled as she charged, her tounge lolling to the side some-what. Before she met Mar, She laughed. A savage, sandistic laught. Dusk would never give up on a fight untill she died. And she was not going to die tonight.
She met Mar with a sickening 'crack'. And his jaws sank down on her muzzle, just as her did on his. His teeth were sinking in to her top muzzle, as hers was sinking into his bottom jaw. She clamped down hard, his teeth just mere centimetres away form her eyes. Blood trickled down the side of her muzzle, and growled, her eyes locked on his. She was trying to scrabble with her paws and tear up his chest, and nothing would make her let go.
Her plan might have worked had Dusk been a cat, but dull claws scratching against a coat almost as heavy as her own wouldn't do much good. Not at his chest anyways. Mar closed his eyes and adopted a strong, solid stance. Little could move him now.
His jaws clamped down on her nose, tighter now. Ignoring her wild scrabbling at his chest, he let loose a low growl. Mar arched his back and head in a last attempt to force her down. And then he shook. The Beauceron's whole body rippled as he forced all of his power into his neck and shoulders, shaking her as one would shake a rat or a rag.
Of course, rats and rags don't fight back, but his intentions were the same. He just had keep a hold long enough for her to wear out or slip and then he could roll her over.
Endurance and the mental control to ignore the pain of tooth against maw -- would she have it?
Dusk bit down harder still, her eyes wild, as she tried to force out the pain. She had to concentrate. She had to bite down harder, harder, sinking her fangs in ... but then he started to shake her. She growled in frustration. His coat was also too thick to penetrate, she would have to use her fangs. She planted her paws on the ground, but she still could not keep control. She bit down as hard as she could, hoping to hear a satisfying 'crack'.
She moved her body with the movement, making it a little esier to withstand. She tried to push upwards as he tried to push her down. She oushed with all her might, her eyes locked on his, and the look in her eyes were savage and lethal intent, intent on killing this dog. She let out a growl, one to match his own. She poshed up one last time, coming onto her hind leg again, and bringing her paws up again to his face, scratching, hoping to catch an eye or hurt him enough to at least stop shaking her head about. She hoped she had bitten out his tounge!
Mar could feel the husky mutt's desperation and the savage panic of pain and self-preservation. Had he been watching the fight, rather than participating in it, he might have given a small, knowing smile; the slight break from his usual serious, Vulcan (!) face. She was weakening, slowly breaking under his attack. Yet, through her own pain, he could sense her unyielding stubbornness. The fight for Raven's approval wasn't over just yet.
Though Mar's tongue wasn't bitten off nor did his jaw break, he would definately feel her bite for awhile. His growling and whiplashing continued for a minute longer, even as Dusk's claws scraped by his sensitive eyes. She gave a sudden push upward, effectively breaking Mar's hold on her muzzle.
He wasn't finished with her yet, though. Even before she had returned to all fours, he lunged up, bleeding jaws snapping at her nearest forepaw. A seemingly foolish mistake -- why would he go for her limbs when he could easily catch her throat? Yet Mar knew what he was doing. He didn't want the fight to end so soon; and besides, a dog marred with an injury such as a broken paw is easier to take down later... A savage snarl ripped through his throat as his hind paws sought the clawhold he needed.
Years of training had granted him the ability to almost completely ignore his surroundings -- including his own pain. Pain was weakness in a fight, and Mar, by no means, was weak. The ache in his jaw would be felt later, as would the freezing rain and the sharp stings of ice on his pawpads. The Beauceron would continue fighting until all reserves of energy were gone or until he had his opponent beaten and in the subservient position of defeat. He knew which it would be....
Dusk's move had broken his hold, and she sighed as his fangs left her muzzle. The cold snow/rain that fell from the sky made her numb. She could feel anything, except for a dull throbbing sensation. She watched, as if in a transe, as he went for her paw. She growled as she realized - he was toying with her. He could've gone for her throat, but instead, decided to make the fight last longer. She growled fiercely, that would be a mistake he would never forget.
As he slammed into her, she fell back, all four of her limbs lashing out in all directions, her body lashing out wildly as she tried to throw him off of her paw. Her paw in his mouth, his neck was exposed. She lashed out again and again, going into a berserker frenzy as she lashed out at anything with claws and teeth. A savage snarl came out as she faught with the male.
But she had to admit. Males were naturally stronger then females, and she knew that she had allready lost, unless by some mirical she managed to win. But even if she lost, she would make sure that he would never forget her and this fight, as she went for his throat, she knew it would be pointless, but she would ... not ... give ... up!
His teeth caught ahold of her paw, just above the wrist, and he bit down hard. He heard her give a pained snarl; felt it rippling through her body. And then another strange shiver, though not from pain. Mar recognised the change, just a moment too late, for him to react to her berserker rage.
She had been forced onto her back, a vulnerable position for any dog, but continued to fight on. Mar shifted his stance to have one paw on either side of her body and his jaws clamped tighter around her limb. He had been about to change his attack when Dusk made her own.
Her snapping jaws struck near his neck, her teeth taking a few black hairs away as she missed. Her next hit and held. Mar slid back an inch as she pulled at his throat. He could only thank his stars that she hadn't had a little more room to maneuver, other wise she might have caught his windpipe rather than the loose folds of skin that protected it. Yet it was still a mark for her, and a painful hinderance to him.
The Beauceron's mind raced as he fought against her. He kept his own jaws locked her paw, keeping her from regaining her footing. There it was, he found it. Mar jerked his head up and away from Dusk's own, all the while changing his position. His forepaws lifted off the ground for a moment before slamming down again, this time at the base of the husky mix's own throat. Though she had the more powerful hold on his neck, it wouldn't mean anything if she couldn't breathe.
Mar growled again but dropped his head, giving only small but continuous pushes against her teeth. As long as she didn't get a better grip or a deeper bite, he would be fine for the time being.
Like before, it was done to time and endurance. He had his paws pressing down on her neck and her paw in his jaws; she had an iron grasp on his throat and didn't seem to be keen on letting go. In the same calculated slowness as before, Mar lifted his back leg up and pressed it down on her soft belly. His rumbling growl continued with out ceasing.
((A slight auto there, Dusk. I'll change it if you want.))
((Nah, it's fine <3))
Dusk realized that she had caught his throat. She did even know how she did it, but she did, she had caught him. She didn't smile though, or boast, because she knew she was in no position to do so. She was on her back, with him over her, he had the advantage, even though she had his throat. And also, she had missed his wind-pipe, so it did no good either way.
Dusk stubbornly held tighter in an iron grip. Normally nothing would make her let go, she would've held on till her last breath. And that's exactly what happened. She flinched as he slammed his paw into her throat, but she still held on, tighter. She would've normally held on, but he pressing another one of his paws onto her soft belly. Her back legs were placed on his belly, pushing upwards, but was only there to keep her balance.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Dusk let go. There was a soft grumble in her belly and chest, releasing a savage growl, and her eyes flashed hatred at him. Her breath came out in soft weazes as she stared up at Mar. She smirked and waited for him to finish her. She wouldn't be able to win if he was blocking off her air supply. She wriggled under his grip, trying to dislodge his cold pads of her warm belly.
Mar closed his eyes, mockingly almost, as he waited for her to release her hold. It was an unstated compromise of sorts -- you let go of me, I'll let go of you. Yet for a minute it seemed that the Husky was too stubborn to accept his pact and kept her hold. Not that it mattered to the Beauceron, of course. He could wait for ages, slowly pressing harder upon her throat. He liked the feel of her pulse, rapid from the strain and adrenaline of the fight, beneath his paws.
But then, slowly, ever so slowly, her jaws opened and Dusk let go. The male stayed where he was, statue-like, for a minute longer. He heard her snarl, and though her berserker rage had subsided, it seemed she wasn't willing to voice her defeat. It was that one last blow that Mar always forced at the end of a fight. The spoken word of surrender and humility -- the word that said that he had earned the right of "master."
A pact was a pact, though, and Mar's own iron grip on the pregnant dog's paw released. He eased up on her throat, an act that put a little more pressure on her belly. He had started to speak in a rough, commanding tone when she began to wriggle and squirm beneath his paws. Mar wasted no time in ceasing it. He instantly shoved his forepaws down on Dusk's throat and ground his claws into her exposed belly. There was a fierce growl in his throat.
"Do you surrender?" he asked. Though said as a question, there was no doubt that his words were a command. Surrender or be punished, submit to me or I will kill you. He eased his paw up from her throat, though not removing it completely. His teeth were bared, ready to strike and kill should she give the wrong answer or action...
Dusk snarled at him, exposing her blood stained teeth as he ground his claws into her belly. She hated him, just hated him. Not because he beat her, she could accept that he was stronger than she, but the fact that he wanted to humiliate her! It agrivated her so much she thought about having another go at his exposed throat.
But, alas, Dusk knew what the consiquences would be. And to tell the truth, she didn't want to die just yet. She sighed inwardly and relaxed, letting his claws dig into her flesh on her belly and letting his paws on her throat strangle her. She relaxed, but her eyes were full of cold steel as she looked at him, though her face was expressionless. "... Yes." She didn't like saying it, but she knew that if she didn't, she wouldn't walk away with her life.
Dusk lay back and closed her eyes, containing herself, holding in what she wanted to do. He didn't just defeat her, he had mocked her. But she stayed calm, and went limp, waiting for either his jaws at her throat, or for him to move his a$$ and get off of her!
Mar smirked as the female spoke that hated word. The fight was over; he had won. He eased his paws from her throat and put his hindpaw back on the ground. The Beauceron remained crouched over her though, his head bent down and slightly to the side to finish her off with a killing slash to her throat... But he stopped, holding back the blow that would end her life.
Dark mahogany eyes lifted up to meet the fiery ones of Raven. And then, slowly, like the tide, Mar stepped away from Dusk's stretched form. In a sense he had all rights to do so, Raven had never specified what he should do after he had "handled" the intruder. The dog cast an unemotional glance at the Husky -- one devoid of any anger or hatred -- before sliding forward to Raven's side. His job had been done; it was the Bull Mastiff's decision of what the true outcome was.
Mar remained standing, ready to move agin if need be, but his posture betrayed how worn out he was. Blood dripped from his chin and mouth and the same had begun to mat the fur on his neck. His eyes were closed again.
The brute smiled slightly. His dark brown optics watched the two. He wanted them to rip eachother to shreds. But one thing he didn't care who won. He was watching the fight. He wasn't for any of them. But he wanted Mar to kill this female for intruding. If Mar lost he himself will handle her and then have a chat with Mar. He watched as they fought with grace. But not much as the two bit eachother in the face. He sat there, his optics not moving a milimeter. He wanted to see there technique and how he can use them later. His body didn't move much as he sat there. Only his chest moved slightly as he breathed. Fine, the two ignored the snow. He himself didn't care much about it. He shook his head as some snow were on it. He kept on watching them fight.
The snow was now stained. That he loved, he loved fights. O he wished to fight again. But he knew that all his fights ends very fast. He sighted and watched them. He knew that Mar was doing his best to win this to get his position. Indeed he had proved himself some times already but lets see him fight. That is something else. As he watched him pin the female husky down he chuckled slightly. Perfect he thought. Someone capable of fighting. Mar wasn't just a tool now. He was a tool of use that functioned. As he spoke for her to surrender Raven's optics went a bit down making his face look a bit more serious then it already is. He focused on her, and then she finaly spoke yes. She surrendered. He sighted and watched her. She didn't seem to like this. Well that is what she got for intruding. Actually she needed to be killed.
As Mar moved away and came back to Raven he turned his head towards Mar. Raven gave him a nod of well done and got up on his four pillars. Pad after pad he moved forward. His chocolate optics watched her deadly. He was quick and stopped at her. She was still down. He stood there and watched her. He wanted to kill her but he knew that he didn't had much members. She could probably be a slave for the time being till she proves herself to be worthy of something. He thought as he watched her deadly. A low growl came from his strong maw.
His voice then boomed out. Femme, you lost to Mar. Now you must bow to him every time you see him. And if you don't he has all the rights to beat you up again. You will be ranked a slave. If you prove yourself worthy of something then you won't get tortured. He said with a chuckle at the end of his last word. He stepped a bit away from her to give her space to get up. He turned and walked towards Mar. He knew very good not to turn to someone. But if she attaced him he will easily kill her. And hse si already beaten up and is injured. He then came up with an idea. He turned towards her and then spoke. Femme, you must now cure Mar's wounds. And if he wants he might cure yours too, you have two weeks to prove yourself of curing him. If not you will be put on the death list. He said clearly and walked away. With a last nod towards Mar that he can do whatever pleases him. As Raven walked passed Mar he hated. He turned and walked back towards Mar. He then whispered in his auds. Welcome to the elite forces boy. He said as he walked away..He then disappeared in the shadows.
~Raven left. ~
Dusk waited for the final blow to finish her off. She knew she got what she deserved really. She knew she should have waited at the gates, but it was against her nature. She wanted a bit more excitment, and she had gotten it. She sighed inwardly. The hate left her graceful face and her eyes, and she just looked dull, ready to take what was coming to her. But it didn't come.
She watched Mar walk back beside Raven. She had forgotten he was even there watching her. She blinked a few times, and watched him advance, and before she herelf could get up, her was over her. She roled her eyes. Why did she find herself always in this posistion? Someone looking down at her all the time. Femme, you lost to Mar. Now you must bow to him every time you see him. And if you don't he has all the rights to beat you up again. You will be ranked a slave. If you prove yourself worthy of something then you won't get tortured. Her jaw flapped open just slightly as she frowned up at him. She felt like shouting at him and attacking him.
But Dusk wasn't so ignorant. She knew when she was beat, and when to quell her anger into just a numb feeling. Her wounds allready felt numb from the snow that settled on her pelt. She sat up in the snow, sitting up straight but never meeting their eyes. For that would be unworthy for a mere slave to look them in the eyes, she sneered to herself.
Femme, you must now cure Mar's wounds. And if he wants he might cure yours too, you have two weeks to prove yourself of curing him. If not you will be put on the death list Dusk's maw twitched somewhat, but she said nothing. She bowed her head at Raven and looked up at him. "Of caurse M'Lord." She locked her anger and shame behind a door deep in her mind. Now was not the time to release her anger, however much it banged on the door, trying to break it down. She stood up and bowed at Mar, her body quivering slightly. "This way Sir. I know where a plant grows that will speed up the healing process. If you would be so kind as to follow me..." Her voice held nothing in it. Her anger was gone, and she was nor but a mere slave. She would've rather died then be his slave.
The husky mixed pregnant dog walked off back into the forest with a slight limp in her front paws. Blood dripped down form her maw, and her throat and belly was sore. She needed a drink. She stopped and waited for Mar to follow, not looking back, just waiting to hear his paw steps.
((Me:Aww... Poor Dusky. *pats head* Dusk: *growls* Me:Maybe you should make her put on a maid costme. ))
Mar listened as Raven issued his sentence to the husky. Slave...bowing...worthy...tortured. This was the usual punishment within the Death Stalker pack for those lucky enough to have survived a fight like this. The Beauceron had assumed that was all and had started to walk away when Raven spoke again.
This time, the Mastiff's words caught Mar by surprise. Cure my wounds? Augh... He was about to protest this before catching himself. If Raven said it, then there was no use countering it unless you really had a death wish, which Mar didn't. He received Raven's welcome with a nod and again was about to walk off when Dusk called.
The Beauceron gave an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes before turning and following the beaten Dusk. His pawsteps crunched lightly on the frozen grass, leaving clear marks in the new snow. Winter had at last arrived.
((Blech. Awful post.))
((No worries))
Dusk heard him walk towards her, and she could tell he didn't really like the idea. Well, neither did she. He could rot in the snow for all she cared! She was actually thinking of using the wrong leaf to poison him... but that would just get her into more trouble, and besides, that was mean! Dusk snorted, what did she care, but she would not, because that would mean Raven would just beat her to a pulp.
Dusk walked slightly ahead of Mar, and swerved through the trees, untill she came to a small river running through the forest. She waded into the water and dunked her head under. She came up with a pile of weedy looking things in her mouth. They were long and thick, and just looked like normal pond weed, but they did have some healing properties. they would take the sting of the wound away, and heal the wound faster. She dropped them on the bank and climbed out, shaking her pelt as she did so. She waited for Mar to get settled. "You must wrap these around your wounds. It will help, Sir. Would you like to do it yourself, or shall I?" She asked politely.
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