"Mornings! Ugh, I H-A-T-E mornings." A shout filled the otherwise tomb-silent Dark forest. It was the voice of Rorr, just another Death Stalker that lived in the area. The Setter had been kicked of his sleep by an elite this morning, then given the excuse of that 'he had oversleep'. Yeah, right. One tends to oversleep when one was doing missions all night long. And why did they have to be awake in the mornings anyway? All they did was to bore to death... until, until nighttime, it was then when the fun commenced.
It was going to be long before nighttime arrived though.
"I hate mornings..." Rorr grumbled, as he sat under the shade of a tree in the already shaded forest grounds. "I would like them if they started later..." He joked, and could not help but to burst in laugher from his own bad joke. Stuff one does when one is bored.
With a while, the joke passed, and quickly after, Rorr found himself as bored as before. He reclined against the tree, and stared into the universe. He was like lost in a blank mind.
"Having fun talking to yourself bub?" Mugsy asked rather gruffly as he stepped into the shadowy forest. He hated mornings to, but he wasn't about to go about complaining about it. Mugsy walked further into the forest and stopped, turning his head slightly when the sound of tiny footsteps could be heard. A Squirrel. Mugsy's meal for the day if he could catch it.
Ignoring the other dog he chased after the Squirrel, humming some tune he heard in a market the day before to himself as he ran. "Hear little Squirrel. I promise I'll make your death slow and painful." He growled before stopping, having watched the Squirrel run up a tree. "Much easier to just kill a dog than to kill a Squirrel." He grumbled to himself before turning his gaze back onto dog who Mugsy had noticed was talking to himself earlier.
"Don't mind me bub, you can go about talking to yourself." He said with a gruff laugh. That was his idea of a joke, even though it came out rather gruff and rude. Mugsy was smaller than this dog but this didn't stop the Black & White English Bulldog from poking fun at him.
"Talkin' to myse-elf uh, oh, talkin' to myse-elf uh-oh..." The Setter Gordon began singing but was silenced by the sound of tiny feet scraping against the forest grounds. Rorr gave a quick sniff at the air and said "Squirrel...". Ha! There it was, the solution to his bored problem! He just had to find out where it was...
Adopting an exaggerated hunting pose, the Setter began looking in search for the desired prey. And then he saw it, with lightning speed, Rorr began chasing the squirrel, easily leaving Mugsy behind, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard something... music. Ah, music, he loved music, he adored music, he was married to music! But he could not decide, did he like music or hunting the best?
A word appeared, flashing in Rorr's control panel, "Erorr".
Paralyzed, Rorr coughed a couple of times before the system reseted, and he was able to think again. ”So um… where was I? Ah, yeah…” he said, pondering what to do next. His decision was made for him. The sight of the little squirrel moving was enough to make him decide.
He ran to the foot of the tree where the rodent had climbed, and he got ready for a jump, he knew the squirrel wasn’t going to stay there forever, it was going to jump to that low branch in any moment… There! The Setter gave an athletic jump, and caught the squirrel in mid-air. The landing was not as graceful though.
The hit of the fall was enough to make him drop his prey. The squirrel hit the ground, dead, a couple feet away from Rorr, who was currently cursing the rocks on which he had just crash landed. So much time without hunting, he must have been getting rusty.
Mugsy shook his head at the site of this crazy dog. What was wrong with him? Mugsy sighed, watching this overly energetic dog run past him and eventually catch the Squirrel he had been trying to catch. This was his meal, and that dog stole it. Mugsy let a low growl escape his lips which quickly broke into laughter when the dog dropped the Squirrel.
Mugsy trotted quickly, as quick as a Bulldog could walk, over to the dead Squirrel, passing by the fallen dog and stopping, looking down at him. "Nice fall bub." He joked before trotting off stopping near the Squirrel. This was his meal, his. But that other insane singing dog caught it fair & square. Sighing he lifts the Squirrel up in his jaws and carries it over to the crazy singing dog, dropping it beside him with a sicking plop.
"Next time, I'll keep it." He said calmly before sitting beside the dog. "Are you done singing or are you going to continue singing?" He asked the dog, not even bothering to ask if he was okay. "By all means bub, continue to entertain me." He said, a smirk salowly growing on his flat nosed face.
"Heheheh... you think...?" He said embarrassed at his cumbersome landing. The Setter then got up with a jump, shaking the dust from his elegant black coat. "Not one of my best falls, ya know. The best ever I dare to say, was the time when I fell down the second story of a building... but that's another story!" He joked, and again, bursted in laughter because of his own bad joke.
Quickly, his mind drifted through memories of that day, when he fell from the second story and landed in a cart of tomatoes. His mother kept on telling him that it was because of that fall that he had gone insane, but his father, in the other hand, kept stating that it was because of the incident when the black stereo fell on his head. Whatever the reason might have been, Rorr's sanity was gone, gone to never come back.
A stupid smile was left in his face, in a way resembling a 'nobody home, will be back later' sign is hung in the door of a house. Back in himself, he watched silently as the bulldog picked up the squirrel and brought it back at him. A wider smile appeared in his face "Ah, nah problem, buddy, ya can eat it if ya want." He said, being surprisingly generous, as Rorr would normally be incredibly possessive with his kills.
But this bulldog was different from the rest of the Death Stalkers, he didn't yell at him all the time, nor did he kick him as a 'hello'. Being a Death Stalker could be rough at times...
The Setter Gordon wagged his tail a couple of times when he heard that the other dog actually wanted to be entertained! “Isn’t that just great?” He thought happily, before cleaning his throat and singing out loud: “He said: Luke stay away from the darker side, if you start to get astray, may the force be your guide. I know Darth Vader really got you annoyed, but remember, if you kill him, you will get unemployed. Yo-Da Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Da”
That was one of his former master’s favorite tunes, and he knew it like the back of his paw. This time, the singing was accompanied with a backward-walking dance of some kind. Rorr had finally found the solution to his boredom problem, indeed he had.
Mugsy was different for the other Death Stalkers. Instead of kicking and telling another how worthless he or she was, he'd talk to them. Though he has fought and beat most worthless dogs, and killed the occasional cat and smaller than him dog, and once a dog that was a bit larger than him. He tapped his foot at this dogs singing. He wasn't so bad but still bonkers in the head according to Mugsy.
'How did he end up a Death Stalker?' He thought, noticing that this dog looked a bit to friendly to even be one. Maybe his crazy attitude was what did it? Mugsy hadn't even bothered to eat the Squirrel, to busy being entertained by this dog to notice, until he took a glance down and smiled slightly.
"Not bad." He said, finishing off the Squirrel in a few quick bites, leaving but a few bones and fur. "So what's your name bub? And why do always sing?" He asked, curious as to why this dog sun all the time and seemed to energetic. In all his years he had yet to meet a stray like this one. He remembered earlier in the day passing a CD shop on his way to an abandoned warehouse. He heard some song being played that had this strange beat which made him move in tune to the music and began to silently hum it as he waited for an answer from this crazy dog.
"Bad! Oh, yeah I know that song (singing) Bad bad-really, really bad--" The setter began singing, but he stopped when he heard the bulldog asking about his favorite topic: (together with hunting and music) Himself! Oh yeah he liked speaking about himself, this drove the other Death Stalkers crazy, and made them team up and plot against him... Um, yes, he wasn't exactly popular with the other Death Stalkers. But he had managed to avoid getting demoted to slave this far, so perhaps he wasn't such a terrible Death Stalker after all.
"My name is Rorr, not Rurr, not Rarr, 'Rorr'." Rorr said, paying especial attention at the pronunciation of his name. "And I always sing 'cause me former master used to be DJ. I know all the songs in town and everybody used to think I'm cool." He said, but his speech ended with some sort of 'but...' at the end, meaning he missed his former master somewhat.
It was true that he he missed him, but this was not a matter to cry about --He was strong, he was bad.
Rorr decided to ignore the fact that he missed his former master and continued humming the song 'bad'. His feet tapping with the rhythm of the sound, and his head nodding with it; this made the dense hairs in his head move wildly about and gave him a certain resemblance with a human rocker.
"DJ?" Mugsy asked curiously, co.cking his head to the side. Mugsy had never even heard of a DJ before, but apprently they had something to do with Music from the way Rorr sang all the time. Mugsy thought Rorr was a bit, not a bit...very, out of his head but decided this dog was okay.
"Names Mugsy, bub." Mugsy introduced himself in his usualy gruffy voice. "Never had a Master. I was raised on the streets my entire life." He said rather proudly. Mugsy didn't get what the big deal was about having a Master. He never liked the idea of being led around on a leash by some baffoon who Mugsy knew would not let him sniff the scents of other dogs. Mugsy shrugged and moved closer to Rorr. "Do you ever miss your Master Rorr?" He curiously asked, not knowing if this was a subject Rorr didn't want to talk about.
Mugsy stared at Rorr for what seemed like hours, wondering why the Death Stalkers would let him join there ranks? Rorr didn't really seem the Death Stalker type to Mugsy, but Mugsy decided to keep this to himself, instead he began thinking about the last Chihuahua he had killed two days earlier on Death Stalker orders. "You going to answer bub?" He asked Rorr calmly. He never expected Rorr to answer, so he just laid down on the cold, grass & leaf littered, ground.
"Hmm... a little..." Rorr said, and he seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a little while. The setter sat and reclined against the tree the same way he when he was complaining about how horrible mornings were.
"But, hey, lookat the bright side! Stay too long around the humans, and you'll end up all snobby and spoiled like those annoying Death stalkers... like that Mar, just because he got promoted to elite, now he believes himself a planet! He thinks he's the Roman God Mars or something..." Rorr joked, but unknowingly for him, that annoying, spoiled Mar was standing right behind him.
((sorry, this sucks, I had to rush it. Mar's posting after this.))
Mugsy didn't see Mar behind Rorr as he shrugged. "Never thought of the Death Stalkers as a bunch of snobs." He said truthfully. "More like a group that took me in. And Mar, bub, don't insult an elite unless you want one of them to hurt you." He said in a gruffy voice. Mugsy never had any problems with an Elite, espeiccaly Mar. Mugsy knew to stay out of everyone's way and just keep to himself unless they spoke to him first. Finally, he turned his gaze behind Rorr and smirked, not saying anything except. "Besides Bub, you never know when one may be around, listening to everything you say." He said calmly as he sat up and moved out of the way.
((*whispers* Said Roman god is "Mars", not "Mar." ))
Mar caught the bulldog's eye as he left, offering only a curled lip. Mugsy, though small and not as much of a fighter compared to some of the others, was a good dog and knew when to keep his mouth shut. Rorr on the other hand, that annoying, cretinous little snot, was useless. He had been trying to get rid of the Setter the moment he had set paw on Death Stalker lands, but he had gotten lucky so far.
This time, however, his luck may have just run out.
The Elite had padded silently towards the small clearing, and had heard every word of their conversation. He had been about to pass by when Rorr gave his sly little remark. Mar had never taken personal insults very well, a fact that the crazy setter was about to find out.
A low growl rumbled beside Rorr's ear. Mar stood over him, his teeth bared and his tail raised in dominance. His dark eyes, usually impassive and stolid, were now lit with an unswerving aggression.
"You were saying?" he rasped. Oh yes, he had heard.
((*whispers* thanks Mar *fixes it*))
Rorr didn't react to Mugsy's scold. He was a brat pup, he heeded no one, right? Right. Not even his human master, he did things his way. Unless... perhaps, there was an angry dog, that had twice his size, standing right behind him. Well, perhaps then it could be considered.
The setter felt his heart jump when he heard a low growl right behind him. He then realized how bad Mar resembled a Hellhound, large enough to swallow him whole, and willing to try! (*)
"My, but isn't it Mar? Ah, what a pleasant surprise..." Rorr said while trying to fake a sweet voice, he normally wasn't good at these things, but when it's your life the one that is at risk, you tend to perform better than you normally would.
He didnt dare to look at the Beauceron, for he knew that he was as good as dead if he dared.
"I was just here with my friend, Mugsy, discussing how lame Roman Gods were, and how the planets were in position for that Gallic ceremony...you know... (singing) Ta ta ta ta ta ta ta-ta-ta." A stupid smile was drawn in his face as he finished singing that fragment of a ceremonial gallic tune.
Still without looking at the Beauceron, Rorr intended to slink away to a safe distance; slowly and dissimulated. He really hoped that he could out-run this guy if things got ugly, because something kept telling him, that Mar wasn't going to buy his 'Gallic ceremony' tale.
There was no point in trying to lie to someone that was smarter than yourself.
((*shameless
Wishbringer reference))
Mugsy shook his head. "Bub, Mar's not going to buy that. Not even I'm buying it." He said rather calmly as he sat near a tree, watching Rorr try to talk his way out of trouble. 'A good butt whoopin' is what that dog needs.' He thought as he watched a rat move past him rather quickly with a piece of cheese in his mouth. 'A piece of food is what I need.' He thought, grabbing an old moldy piece of bread that was littering the ground and eatting it. Mugsy would eat anything, and has been known to do so. Right now, Mugsy leaned against a tree, his stomach filled with Moldy Bread, watching Rorr and wondering how bad he'll get in trouble.
Mar's eyes narrowed at the dog's pitiful excuse... for an excuse. He sneered now, completely ignoring the bulldog. He would deal with him later. Rorr tried to slip away, but, like before, Mar was on to him. He followed, like some sinister Grue, further closing the gap between the Setter and his imminent doom.
"Do you have any idea what I could do to you for lying to an Elite, pup?" He spat out the last word, clearly emphasizing Rorr's inferiority in the Death Stalker ranks. He lifted a forepaw, intending to catch the Setter in the side to knock him over.
Mar snarled and moved one step closer. "Do you have any idea what I will do to you for comparing me to yourself." It was a clear reference back to Rorr's "snobby, annoying, spoiled Death Stalker" reference.
"How dare you refer to me as some type of human pet!"
Oh, now you've done it Rorr. You should have known better than to use "human" and "Mar" in the same sentence. Tut-tut.
Mar growled deeply as he eyed Rorr, waiting for that one last reason for him to rip the dog to shreds.
((Haha, Mar is going to beat Rorr and then use him to wipe the floor with.))
Rorr began to back off, slowly, away from Mar, dodging his blow by pure luck, just like an armadillo would dodge the claws of a mountain lion by accident. The Setter Gordon then turned his head to see Mugsy and said quietly
"You are not helping, you know..." Then turning back to Mar, but locking his sight in his paw, in respect.
The kind of respect that you give someone when you're trying to bark your way out of trouble.
"I mean, All hail Dumdorix! Yeah, Dumdorix! (whistles)" He didn't stop backing up in any moment. But he felt that what he was saying was just worsening everything up. He didn't manage to gain any advantage with his attempt at slinking off either.
Mar was on him, like the Death from the Gauntlet series. Grim, black, tall, and with evil intentions. Rorr wished that he had a magick potion to dispose of him, but he had none. He could almost hear that powerful voice, saying:
Rorr, is about to die.He could have promised that he heard it.
"Yikes... I am really sorry for what I said to you earlier... But you know, you kicked me in the face this morning, and I was mad at you... but uh... another step forwards, and I'll be forced to forgive you!" He said, the last sentence had a hint of power in it, in contrast to his submissive stance.
Instead of the Beauceron, the Setter Gordon saw the tall and black death, with it's hand risen, and ready to take the life of the hero away. His heart jumped again when he bumped against a tree, and found himself trapped, face to face with the huge Elite.
His shadow looming over Rorr like a huge feet ready to sqwash a puny insect.
"Um... sorry?" Was all the setter could say in a pitiful whimper, while cowering against the tree, like a hero would cower behind a rock, waiting for the dragon to perform it’s special move. The only problem was that Rorr had no time to actually hide
behind the tree…
Undead Legion, here comes another one!
Mugsy watched as Mar cornered Rorr against the tree. He grew bored and began chasing after a Squirrel. "Lunch time for me." He growled, chasing after the Squirrel and finally catching it. "And bub..."He said to Rorr. "I ain't about to get my butt kicked by Mar so I'm staying out of this." He calmly said before ripping into his meal.
"Stop your snivelling!" Mar barked at the setter. The fool had put himself in this
unfortunate situation and he had allowed himself to be cornered. Too perfect.
His hackles rose as he heard Mugsy's mumble and he turned on him, too. "And you! Shut up!" The Beauceron glared a thousand poisoned daggers at Mugsy before turning them all back on Rorr.
"I don't want your pitiful excuses, Rorr," Mar growled. His tone had dropped from the savage roar of an angry sea to the ominous groan of a magma-swollen mountain. "'Sorry' isn't going to cut it this time. 'Sorry' was just the ticket that bought you enough time to fix your mistake. But now? Now the bus if full and we're all sold out."
His expression slowly changed to match Rorr's mental comparison perfectly. Death was going to have a little fun with this one first. His black lips curled back, not in a snarl, but in a barbaric leer. Oh, Rorr, look what you have done.... The big dog turned and began a slow, methodical pace in front of the Setter. There was no room or time for him to escape, for even when his back was turned, Mar's eye was still fixed on Rorr.
"But, it seems that we have another option for dogs like you. You gave me a challenge. That, my friend, has bought you just enough time to fix your last mistake." Mar ceased his pacing and neared Rorr. He bent down to look the Setter in the eye and smirked. "You have two options, now. Either come to the fields in one hour, or get the hell out of here."
Mar straightened, holding his head and tail high. "It's your choice."
((Woah. That was sudden. O.o))
Mugsy hadn't heard a word Mar said to him as he continued to eat his fresh kill. He was staying out of this mess, he wasn't one to get his butt kicked easily by Mar. Mugsy smirked, noticiing another Squirrel run up a tree with a Wal-Nut in it's mouth. 'Squirrel stole my nuts.' He thought, jokingly, to himself as he watched the Squirrel climb the tree and dissapear.
Rorr was a good dog but nuttier than any dog he had ever seen. It was obvious, to Mugsy, that Rorr had gotten dropped on his head one to many times as a pup. Mugsy looked up, noticing Mar circling Rorr and then looked back down. He couldn't look, but he hoped...if Mar killed Rorr...that Rorrs death would be quick, and painless.
'Ok, what's the plan, Shawn...?' Rorr thought 'YOU DON'T HAVE A PLAN???' He yelled at himself in his mind.
'What?? Eating peanuts in the dark, Shawn? I don't think that will..' But he was snapped out of his thoughts by the Beauceron saying something about a 'challenge'.
Hmm... a challenge, a perfect opportunity to avenge all the times the evil elite had awakened him with a kick in the face. A perfect opportunity to pay off past grudges and show that Mar who was the boss 'round here.
A wiser dog would have taken the 'get the cheese outta here' option, but Rorr believed himself macho man.
Of course he could take down that brute, he was going to show him. Hahaha.
Rorr felt so brave that he dared to raise his gaze from the Beauceron's paw to his elbow. Wow, that was brave, but nothing compared with what came next.
"I..." He began, with a tone full of bravery. "I... eh.." He continued, the bravery abandoning with each word progressively. "I..." Rorr said, a frustrated expression appearing in his face.
The dog's gaze fell to the ground and he grinded his teeth with frustration. He was afraid. He wanted to beat Mar, but was afraid to speak. There was a brief moment of silence, before the Setter Gordon raised his gaze at the Beauceron, he was a lot taller than him, so he stared at his chest.
He was not a coward. He was the ultimate power, the ultimate step in canine evolution.
"I'll take it. Dhah!" He finally said, trying to appear rude and mean.
He stood there puffed up by a millisecond, and then he slinked to behind the tree, struggling hard not to run away.
"(singing) 'till we dance into the fire... It's a view to a kill. Tara-ra-ra ra-ra-ra, Tararara, tararara, trammm..." Was the last thing that could be heard before the Setter disappeared into the dark, with a rather dignified pace.
My, he was in trouble.
--Rorr has left the area
((Ok, it's official, Rorr is retarded))
Mugsy was busy chowing down on his lastest kill when he heard Rorr's idiotic response. 'Rorr's either the bravest dog I've ever met or he's so crazy he doesn't realise how much of an idiot he really is.' Mugsy thought before he stood up and walked over to the tree, looking up at the Squirrel who stole his nuts. "Give me back my nuts you filthy Squirrel." he barked, before looking over at Mar and backing off. Now was not the time to act like an idiot. Rorr already made that foolish mistake, Mugsy wasn't about to.
- Fin -
[Admin's Note: Mar and Rorr's fight is here:
Get Up, Stand Up]
