[m] Help my friends and I'll help yours

POSTED: Mon May 07, 2018 8:08 pm

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She was hungry and she had no useful skills when it came to hunting. Perhaps that's why she did it, though she wasn't sure why the stranger got so angry with her. When she had come upon the goat, it had already been in the process of dying. That's what happened sometimes when the remnants of human life tangled around your throat and indeed, that's exactly what had occurred. She had arrived moments later, after the beast had already gotten caught and tangled in the barbed wire of a fence that had long since worn down and been covered in leaves and foliage.

The goat must have never seen it coming and before it knew what had happened, its neck was entangled and the fight for a losing battle became a struggle for existence, an existence that had been snuffed by the girl's own hand the moment she'd arrived.

She hadn't expected a bystander, someone to come to looking for the creature but that hadn't stopped her from snapping the creature's neck or using her claws and an old knife to cut away fur. That was as far as she'd gotten before someone had shoved her into the bloody mess, ruining her favorite blue dress. Upon hands and knees, she had turned and come face to face with the stranger. A straggler, by the looks of him, though one much larger than her.

He seemed, and looked, ravenous himself, with one drooping ear and a complexion that gave way to anger much more quickly than she ever would have considered. As she rose, dusting the dirt from herself, the stranger came at her again, shouting words she could not hear.

She flinched, covering her face, though in the action itself, she saw the movement of his lips. "Why did you do this?" he shouted, grabbing her by the arm. She had no answer but to jerk her head at the fence, though he did not understand her. He pushed her again and she tripped over the leg of the goat, falling back on her butt with a yelp and a whine.

A male dog scavenger with no left ear who wants to be a leader. Hails from Southern Mexico.

He has a goat companion that he loves a lot.
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POSTED: Wed May 09, 2018 12:54 am

A great ruckus came as a crow called out a kill. Dogmeat's head ticked toward the sound, wings spreading as she taxied on a wind. The sudden gust lifting her skyward, her body wobbled as her mangled tail tried to rudder. Not far away, a great cloud of black - a large, screeching murder of the local birds - took to the air. Dogmeat clacked her beak, then banked to follow them to the source.

Frightened as she was of the local birds, Dogmeat was also daring. Toeing the line of boldness and stupidity, the easy meat was tempting to steal. The others would wait their turn, circling and landing as whatever was there first had its meal. Some might even approach to steal a scrap or two. Dogmeat had a better idea: trying to dive down and rip off something tender and exposed. An awkward leg in the air, a loosened tail, a discarded eyeball - all were options for a quick meal.

She glanced back at her tail, feeling the itchy twitch of pinfeathers growing. Her beady eyes scanned the horizon, body silhouetted against dreary clouds rolling in. She kept a fair distance from the murder, unwilling to have more feathers ripped away. It wasn't long, thanks to the wind blowing toward the kill, until all the birds reached the body. A goat lay with its neck askew, a pair of Luperci fighting and arguing over it. The murder circled and began to settle, some diving down but never getting close. They were waiting to see who might claim the meat first.

Dogmeat waited until the majority of crows had settled. Angling her wings, she dove downward in a wobble, headed straight for the goat. Mouth opening, claws reaching out, she aimed to land on the nearest hunk of free flesh she could. The wind shifted then, and as she aimed for the beast with eager greed, she squawked and was flung aside. Spinning from the gust, she on a collision course with the head of the angry dog-man, wings frantic. Dogmeat screeched as she tried to bank and curve away to no avail.

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POSTED: Thu May 10, 2018 3:47 pm

The first blows were like fire against her fur and skin. She knew they would be, though. She'd been struck before and this time was no different. She knew to hold her breath to break the pain so that it wasn't so bad. Clenched muscles offered little comfort but it was easier to deal with in the long run and he had already hit her twice before she blocked her face with her arms. The world was an explosion of white stars but she did not taste blood. She just felt hot, like a fire had branded her flesh, except it hadn't and, with her eyes closed, she began to notice that sometime between the first few blows and the deafening darkness that came with her closed eyes, the others had stopped entirely.

She chanced a quick look and stared with muted astonishment at fate's choice of heroism. A bird, a crow from the looks of it, had gone on the offensive for her benefit. That was the only way to see it. She quickly gathered herself and stood on two feet while the man shouted something nonsensical, something she couldn't hear or read, and moved to hit the raven away.

She chose that instant to strike back and as she came to both feet, she rocked forward and pushed all of her weight into her feet and legs to drive herself into the small of the man's back.

She did not weigh a whole lot but neither did the scavenger man either. With a yelp of surprise, he was shoved forward and hit the ground face first, rolling over a heavy stone and then right down the slope of the hill that both him, the goat and even Julia had climbed to get here. No surprise that Julia nearly went over with him, though she grabbed hold of the tree for support and quickly looked around for the bird that had helped her. It didn't cross her mind that the bird simply wanted the food and the other had gotten in the way. She cast a quick glance down at the goat meat and had to close her mouth to keep herself from drooling. The scent of fresh meat really was mouth watering.

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POSTED: Fri May 11, 2018 7:51 am

Dogmeat was spinning like a top. Her blue-green wings buffeted against the gust, slim body fighting to stay straight. Blown away for several feet, the crow blinked and squawked in protest. Once her senses returned, dismay set in as the larger crows began to circle around the cliff. She cawed in anger at their advantage, but then realized they might be looking elsewhere. From the looks of it, the other Luperci had fallen, and that could always mean more meat.

Dogmeat struggled forward, but managed back toward the cliff. The dog-woman had grabbed onto a tree, avoiding the plummet her attacker had suffered. Trying to hover near her, Dogmeat had three options: beg, barter, or steal. If the pair had been fighting over a goat, stealing might provoke aggression. She had nothing to barter with, not recognizing that she had acted "heroically". This left only the option of begging, which was more work than Dogmeat hoped for. Still, she'd struggled enough for some goat for this long - might as well see things to the end.

Forging ahead, Dogmeat settled on the grass in front of the living Luperci. Sea-colored feathers ruffled and askew, she shook herself out, strutting forward. Looking up with the most pathetic eyes possible, the corvid open her shining black beak. With a nasal cry like a baby crow's, she began to punch her head forward, looking like an oversized chick. Would this dog-woman be kind and give her a piece? The iridescent crow hoped so.


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POSTED: Sun May 20, 2018 2:32 am

She felt sore, battered up. Her face was hot beneath the flesh and fur and it stung like she had been stung by a bee. It was fortunate that she hadn't been but that didn't take the pain away. There were other places too. A scratch on her arm that had occurred the moment she'd gone down, scraped against the jagged edge of the barbed wire the goat had been caught on.

There was a ringing in her head that wouldn't go away, a white light that sizzled before her vision but all that faded as she focused her attention on the situation at hand. She had pushed the man, in front of the birds.. Ravens, no doubt. Her father had always warned her about them, about keeping her secrets around them for some were shifty tattle tails and others were devious by nature, greedy for food and a nurturing hand.

She was curious to see what the bird who had protected her was but she had to focus on the task at hand. There was no telling if the man was dead, if he was just hurt. She had pushed him hard but the cliff itself wasn't so high up that he couldn't have survived the plunge, that he couldn't make it back up to proceed in his assault on her or the bird itself.

She looked to the creature and then turned her eyes to the meat before she knelt down beside it and using her claws, ripped a section of one its hind legs free. The display left blood trickling down her hands to soil the earth but the goat's innards had already done that. She was just surprised the creature hadn't soured in the moments it had taken to fight off her attacker.

With the leg still in her grasp, she tossed it to the side and toward the ground next to the tree, giving free reign of the meat to the bird and none to the ones who hadn't protected her in her moment of need. One, an audacious creature who flapped its wings too hard, so hard she could feel the wind coming off of them, rushed in and tried to steal the meat before Dogmeat could get to it..

With a sharp bark and a vicious snarl, she started for the bird and, rattled by her display and the threat she presented, the creature backed off, flying up and into the tree and she returned to her own ministrations, firstly by taking the head from the beast so she could carry what she could along with her to a safe place.
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POSTED: Wed Jun 13, 2018 5:59 pm

Dogmeat cried in joy. Meat! Fresh, bloody meat! She was about to dive in and rip into an exposed muscle, only for a raven to approach. Dogmeat braced herself, aiming her beak and cawing sharply, wings splayed out. Her beady eyes locked with those of the larger bird, and the little black scavenger readied for a fight.

It never came. A vicious sound off to the side caught both birds' attentions. Dogmeat jumped back, watching the Luperci go for the raven with teeth bared. The raven flew into the tree, staring down with a dark look, and Dogmeat watched the dog-woman move away. She was protecting the little bird, definitely leaving her the leg for her own feasting. Dogmeat gawped as much as a bird could, and then, looked down at her meat. The fresh blood snapped her out of stare, and she began to rip and tear at her prize.

The gathered murder and its accompanying unkindness kept her attention. Every so often, the fish crow would look up, keeping an eye on the jealous spectators. None dared to approach, but Dogmeat still rushed to eat, not wanting her dinner to cool and sour. It wasn't often she was privy to such green meat, unless it was some sort of fish or crustacean. Dogmeat had grown sick of turning rocks over and trying to fish for them in the cold water.

Once she grew full, she watched the dog-woman for a while, letting the goat settle in her stomach. She'd pick at her meal in a few more minutes, not wanting any to think she readied to leave. If she could, Dogmeat would try to fly into the air with her piece, no matter how heavy it was.
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