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Heine

POSTED: Tue Mar 29, 2016 9:53 pm

[ 398 ] » The Blackwoods, early evening, with Onyx~ c:

The sun dipped low against the horizon as the early evening umbra moved in to chase away the bright of the day, though in the heavy hollows of the Blackwoods it was hard to tell when the day ended and the night began, as its deepest depths were always shrouded with shadows. A creeping fog lingered low to the ground and slithered through the thick underbrush and around the base of each towering tree, reaching up only high enough to enshroud the forest floor and make traversing the area somewhat tricky, but not impossible.

The colt was still a wild thing but good on the lead and followed dutifully after his master as the Henchman led the way, walking at a leisurely pace through the dense woodland in search of his various hunting traps he had scattered throughout the realm. Some were set the night before and others had been there for a little while awaiting unsuspecting prey, and with any luck he hoped to bring in a decent haul of small animals to collect their pelts and donate the meat to the pack stores.

The first trap he came upon held a stout hare, its thick winter white fur dirtied from its struggle to free itself from the snare, but it would be easy to return it to a pristine state as pure as the driven snow. The trap was an old one and had started to fray with its latest use so when he recovered the hare he gathered up the line as well and cut it into a few short lengths with his knife. He would use those pieces of line to hang whatever he caught over the back of his horse, who was more than happy to accept the meager load.

The next two traps rewarded him with a winter white ermine and a fat fisher, the traps reset and the catch hung over the colt's back for him to carry home when they were finished. As he moved to the next line of snares he had set, the Beast couldn't help but notice a fresh trail through the wood. The footprints were hidden beneath the fog but the parted brush and familiar scent was more than enough to give away who it was. A low rumbling bark summoned the younger male to him, blood red eyes peering into the direction he had gone.

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POSTED: Wed Apr 06, 2016 9:40 pm

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xDDD Picturing big-bad Scorpius leading this little foal around is funny! Figured Scorpius could use the quills for some sort of poison-related thing (also wasn’t sure if you participated in one of those porcupine thread prompts a while back or not? :O) x3 If you want me to change the animal, let me know!

With the on-coming of spring, hunting had been almost too easy. The lesser animals had been more restless with each passing day, desperate to make the most out of what little time they had while they were awake. They tended to be out and about more, eager to move, to migrate, and, in their carelessness, they were easy pickings for the slave. Heine had provided for his masters—it was hard not to consider the Ghost to be one when he was around so much—earlier that evening, leaving the rest of it to be spent as he wished.

The Kaiser had taken to his most primitive of forms. He hadn’t used it in a little while, wanting to make the most out of the winter’s last haul of good pelts. It was a desire that forced him to keep to his two-legged shift, as it was easier to fell a beast without messing up the fur too much. His restless and merciless hunting had brought him in a sizeable group, and the male had decided to let whatever else roamed the wood to keep its life and its fur for another year. This night, he hunted purely to fill his own empty stomach.

He’d made his way northwest, eager to see what spoils the Blackwood might give him. He knew better than to try to catch anything worthwhile. He was slave after all. What respect for his master would he be showing if he brought home a fat hare but caught himself a deer? He rather liked living, as well as continuing to do so without any loss of limb or otherwise. A hare would do, perhaps a grouse or some other lesser, fast-producing, small animal.

Heine had weaved his way about, leathery nose scenting eagerly for an unsuspecting meal. His Lupus form was large, but it was leaner than most of his wolf-blood packmates. His earthen hues were only darkened by the fall of night, and allowed him to easily slink through the dark, eerie wood largely undetected. In his hunt, there were a few deer to be found, but the Trell was sure to give them a wide birth, not wanting to disturb them. Who knew? Maybe one of the pack’s hunters or other upper class might be in need of their flesh. The only other animals were deemed inedible, an opossum and a stray fox.

In the end, his search had led him onto the trail of a lumbering porcupine. The boy had been tempted to leave it be, but when the great idea fairy planted a tantalizing thought in his head, Heine had found himself making a detour. He had managed to corner and herd the prickly, foul-smelling beast into a bit of open ground, leaving it unable to flee up a tree from his harasser. Amidst trying to find a way to kill the creature without being stuck, a low bark billowed from the fog.

Heine’s head shot up at the call, recognizing it instantly. “Henchman Scorpius?” He woofed back. He looked back at his grunting quarry, torn between leaving it or moving to the shadow warrior. The answer became reluctantly clear. With a decisive growl, he sent the stinky pin cushion skittering off into the underbrush before trotting off to his summoner. The Rebel’s head twisted left and right, searching for the upper-ranking male when his dark body seemed to suddenly materialize out of thin air. Heine started, having not expected to find him so suddenly.

His slate gaze moved from the large male to his equally dark companion who trailed behind him. It was a horse, a young one from the looks of it, and upon its back hung a few deceased game. Heine bowed his head in a polite gesture of respect. “Are you—” One of his ears flickered as he heard a snap from the direction he had just left. “—in need of my assistance once more, Signore?”

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POSTED: Fri Apr 08, 2016 12:02 am

[ 510 ] » It's all good~ we'll get to the porcupine in the next round. c:

It wasn't long before the young male parted the brush near him and poked his head out and was somewhat spooked by the Beast's sudden materialization from the surrounding shadows. Were he anyone else the master hunter might have laughed at such a sight – and inwardly he was amused – but outwardly his half hidden features were blank and unreadable, his tall statuesque frame eclipsing the lupus form below it.

He regarded him for a moment in silence, mildly curious as to why the young male was out in the forest so late, and on his own no less, but more often than not unless he sought the Trell out specifically he often found him in such a way, simply out wandering alone. More interesting was the fact that his owner – or rather, owners, as the Ghost was often seen in the company of the waif as of late – did not seem to care in the slightest, as she certainly didn't order him to go wandering around the kingdom as he saw fit.

Regardless of what he thought though, it was not the Beast's business to pry in the affairs of others, at least not so openly, as he always had his eyes and ears everywhere listening to the whispers flitting through the pack. For whatever reason the young male was out that night was not particularly of concern to him, and while it was a passing curiosity, it faded as quickly as it had arisen. As long as the slave wasn't doing anything against the pack, he was free to do whatever he pleased, at least within reason.

"No." Came a simple and curt response, his gaze moving to settle upon the Trell's face for a moment as a short pause – no more than a second or two – settled between them and the eerie sounds of a late evening in the Blackwoods slowly rose up around them. He had summoned the young male to him to question why he was out there so late in the first place, but his offer to help did give the Henchman reason to use him, even if he did not genuinely need the assistance and was doing fine checking the traps on his own. "Though since you are here, I may as well put you to work."

The snap of another trap springing drew his attention away from the young male and with a motion of his head as the only indication to follow him, the Cazador set off toward the next trap, guiding his horse along behind him with a steady hand on the lead. When they reached the trap a large fat groundhog lay lifeless in the leaf litter, the snare a noose about its neck. It had ruined the line in a fruitless last ditch effort to free itself before it died of strangulation and with a snort of irritation the Beast cut the line with his knife and unceremoniously tossed the creature at the slave. "Follow along and tie the quarry to the colt. I will deal with the traps."

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POSTED: Tue Apr 26, 2016 2:52 pm

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Lupus --> Optime [ 489 ]
Sorry if I didn’t give you much to RP to >___< Also, let me know if I need to change Heine leading Onyx or not!

Had he any less control of his actions at that moment, Heine might have cocked his head at the Beast’s reply. “No?” He had bid the slave to come to him when he had barked into the darkness, had he not? There were few that the Trell had met that actually enjoyed the presence of a slave or sought them out for normal companionship. The Henchman didn’t seem the type to want much of anyone’s company though…so, if not because he had a task for the slave, what else did he want from him?

There was a pause after his curt reply, as if the large D’Angelo were contemplating to go through with his original course of action or stray into a new one. His following words hinted that there had been some other reason to call the boy forward, and Heine’s inquiry had provided an opportunity that the Beast saw advantage in using. The Huntsman’s slate gaze shifted from Scorpius to the colt that followed along behind him, curious as to what “work” the Cazador might have had in mind. The last time he had used him, Heine had been made a bag-holder of the “fruit” collection detail.

Scorpius indicated for Heine to follow him without so much as a word or hesitation that Heine might reject his silent command; not that he would have had anything to worry about anyways. The hybrid had wizened up a bit since becoming property of the Salsolan pack, and knew he stood little chance if Scorpius turned on him. Not only could he likely break him like a twig, but, he also held some power as a higher-ranking member as well. Heine trailed after Scorpius and his tiny mount laden with dead animals.

He still had no idea what the poison master wanted of him when they had reached a trap—that explained the dead prey animals. The Beast freed the ensnared, oversized rodent, tossing its lifeless body to the slave who caught it with better accuracy than he had the fragile “fruit” that had been thrown towards him last time. Searching for a clue or answer, Heine looked at Scorpius with a questionable and slightly pleading glance. He hoped the Beast would be merciful and wouldn’t let Heine guess what Scorpius wanted of him.

It seemed the Rebel was in luck. Scorpius provided the task he wished of the slave, and Heine nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes, Signore.” He moved to deftly tie the fat creature across the colt’s back like the rest had been done. It only took him a moment to make sense of how the rest had been attached and to mimic the work done before the addition of the groundhog. Once he was finished, he trotted after Scorpius, lightly tugging on the colt’s lead in effort to coax the unfamiliar horse into moving once more.

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POSTED: Thu Apr 28, 2016 1:46 am

[ 462 ] » Sorry this is poop! :c

As usual the Beast had in one simple yet incredibly effective way utterly and completely confused the young Trell, which – were the dark D'Angelo any other soul – would have brought a grin to his maw or even a chuckle from his gut, but instead the Henchman's features remained as blank and unreadable as always.

The rebel had wizened up a little since the last time the Beast had placed him in his employ and when the groundhog was flung at him he did not fumble with it like he had the delicate lantern shaped cherry pods he had similarly tossed his way so many months ago. Ever the quick study it looked as if the slave easily grasped what he was supposed to do and promptly secured the chubby rodent over the back of the colt with the length of snare line like the others, his knot work sloppy but good enough for now.

Keen eyes watched him warily all the while and when the Trell was finished he took the lead for the colt from the Henchman, which was bold move, but the Beast allowed it for the sake of simplicity. If he was going to work with the horse, he may as well be the one leading it around for now, and it did free up his other hand to work the rest of his traps without having to worry about his horse wandering off. Onyx was well trained but he was still just a young horse, and no amount of training would keep an easily distracted young mind from wandering.

Pleased that the other male had quickly grasped the gist of what was expected of him and for now content that he could lead his colt without too much trouble, the Cazador quickly moved on to the next trap further in the forest, leaving the slave's unspoken question to hang in the air for a moment as they came upon the large prickly porcupine from earlier tangled up in a neck snare and still alive due to the great thickness of its tough and pungent smelling fur.

Blood reds narrowed in displeasure at the sight, moreso due to the fact that it was another snare line he couldn't save, but also because his trap had failed at the simple task of killing whatever had wandered into its ever tightening grasp. He knew eventually the creature would pull enough that it would ultimately strangle itself, but the master hunter knew his traps were better than that, they were designed to kill quickly. Snorting the musk from his nostrils, he turned his attention to the Trell, the shine in his eyes almost devious as he motioned the younger male toward the struggling creature with a tilt of his maw. "Finish it."

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POSTED: Wed May 11, 2016 4:12 pm

HEINE KAISER
[ 821 ]
Made some assumptions about Onyx! Hope they’re okay! Don’t know if clubbing something to death counts as a mature theme?

WARNING SENSITIVE READERS: if you don’t like animal abuse, please don’t read this post.

Perhaps he should have asked before simply taking the lead from the large male. The error of his mistake had only become apparent after the fact though. He felt the Beast’s crimson gaze upon him, and Heine could do nothing but try to keep a bold, straight face. He had to act like he knew what he was doing, even if he was second guessing himself right at that moment. Any sign of doubt or weakness, and a lesser man might have attacked. He was lucky though. Scorpius was an intelligent individual. Many other privileged Luperci would have jumped to conclusions and thought the slave was trying to challenge their self-proclaimed authority and dominance.

If the Beast had entertained the thought, he had not voiced it aloud. He moved on, and his lack of comment on the younger male’s knot-tying skills and handling of the lead was a good sign for the Trell. No comment, no correction, it meant that Heine’s work was satisfactory enough to get on with their business. Scorpius led the way, taking the trio on a particular route through the dark wood. Occasionally, the colt would challenge the slave that led him along when there was hesitation to follow directly in the Henchman’s footsteps. It was a good sign for Scorpius, Heine supposed, as it seemed the little thing valued his relationship with the large man over being a simpleton following direction from just anyone.

It wasn’t long before the two males came upon the next trap, and, when the Rebel saw what was caught within it, he felt his lips tug into an amused smirk. He thought he had heard a trap being sprung earlier! Caught with the noose’s deadly grip was the porcupine the Huntsman had been harassing earlier. The giant rodent grunted as it flailed about, desperate to flee now more than ever now that it saw the two large canines staring down at it. Heine briefly wondered if its simple mind knew how deadly the snare was that looped around its neck.

The Trell was too caught up in the fact that the porcupine had been caught to realize the damage it had done to Scorpius’ snare line. And, it wasn’t until the Beast turned to him and gave him direction that Heine realized that his role here was more than just simply tying dead animals to the colt’s back. The Kaiser blinked at the command that was given to him, looking from Scorpius to the porcupine. How was he supposed to kill it? Before, it had been a simple matter of getting it on its back and pinning it down into the earth. Now?

Any wise hunter knew that an animal was most dangerous when it was trapped. This one had a line around its neck, limiting its range of movement, and it was panicked. The smell of fear combined with its already powerful stench that clung to the air. The slave stared at the porcupine, the gears turning in his head as he tried to think of a safe way to kill the thing that wouldn’t completely destroy its quills or body—he knew naught what the poison master might use the rodent for.

His answer came to him as he looked about the area around them. In the dark shadows of the night, he nearly missed the tools the environment offered. He found a good sized piece of wood though, and, after tying the colt off to a nearby tree to keep him from wandering off, Heine went to retrieve it. It was a fair sized piece of timber. And as he weighed it in his hands, he found it suitable to use as a club. It was thick enough that it wouldn’t splinter on impact, and, it was heavy enough that it could easily kill a creature of the porcupine’s size with ease.

Heine ambled back to where the porcupine was tethered. Seeing his approach, the large rodent gave the hybrid its back end, its dangerous tail and backside poised threateningly with painful quills. “Halten Sie immer noch, verdammt. Es wird über schneller sein, wenn Sie nicht kämpfen.” Heine snarled lowly in his native tongue.

The slave swung the makeshift club low, sending the porcupine sprawling from the impact and disorienting it. Another step, and Heine had raised the branch high and his slate gaze had calculated where his next hit would fall. The porcupine let out a noise as he brought the wood down squarely on its meaty head. There was a sickening crack as the creature’s skull cratered from the heavy impact. Another squeal, cry as the animal’s body flailed in agony. A second blow was enough to silence the creature of sound and movement.

With the deed done, Heine returned to his feet and turned to Scorpius for his thoughts.

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POSTED: Sun May 15, 2016 1:16 am

[ 434 ] » More poop! Sorry if there isn't much to reply to~ :c

Sanguine sights scrutinized closely as the slave took a moment to assess the situation before moving to act, knowingly securing the colt to a tree before proceeding to collect a piece of wood from the leaf littered earth and advance on the slowly strangling animal. By now the porcupine had lost most of its fight and had stilled for a moment, wary of the two predators lurking closeby. When the younger male made his approach, brandishing his makeshift weapon poised to strike, only then did it feel its panic renewed and made an attempt at escaping once again.

A low deep rumbling sound escaped the Beast, something akin to a growl that wasn't really a sound as much as it was a vibration, so subtle and quiet it was almost muted beneath the soft evening sounds of the forest around them. With nowhere to run the only thing left for the creature to do was fight, and once the Trell was within range it promptly spun around to point its prickly quills in his direction, aiming to skewer the lowly male, but instead it was met with blunt force trauma. The first strike left it stunned and spun it back around to face him. The second strike extinguished its life with one final death knell.

Muscular arms rose to cross loosely against his broad chest as a jet of hot breath escaped his nostrils in a puff of warm condensation in the mildly algid evening air, his half hidden features blank and unreadable, but his blood red eyes gleamed with silent commendation. A simpleton would have tried to take the creature head on and would have returned with a mouthful of quills, a world of hurt, and no doubt one nasty infection that may or may not have claimed their life in the end, but this indentured servant at least had some wits about him.

Every time the Henchman took him into his employ the rebel managed to please him in one way or another or at the very least amused him enough not to smack him for his sporadic bouts of insolence. Though dead the spiny creature was still dangerous with all its quills and could not be tied to the horse like the others – not without turning the colt into a pin cushion anyways – but the snare around its neck would provide a suitable means of carrying it by hand. Wordlessly, the Beast uncrossed his arms and extended one to hand him a knife, a tilt of his head motioning the younger male to cut the snare line and collect their prize.

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POSTED: Mon May 23, 2016 3:06 pm

HEINE KAISER
[ 511 ]
We can end this with either my or your reply?

The male was hard as ever to read. Like Basilaris, the large Salsolan’s facial features revealed little of his inner thoughts. There was not a twitch on his lips or in his cheek muscles. His ears did not shift from their forward and alert position. Hell, even his body did not show any signs of feeling. Heine might have been better off staring at a statue, for, at least with stone, he knew it could not silently judge him or unexpectedly lash out at him with tongue or claws. Had the Trell been able to look into Scorpius’ crimson gaze, he might have noticed the praising glimmer in them. Low as he was though, the slave dared not look the larger man in the eye. He would be worse off than the porcupine at his feet if he would have.

A knife was given to Heine, and the Rebel could do nothing but stare at it for a few seconds. As insignificant as it might be, the weapon offered to him was a sign—however small—of trust. He had been given them before, and it still amazed the hybrid each time a ranking member gave him such a powerful tool. Had he wanted to, he could have turned the knife on its owner. It would have been a petty and stupid thing to do—particularly against Scorpius—but, once upon a time, Heine would not have hesitated for such a chance at freedom. As it was now though, the once reckless male had wizened up a bit, and had found some comfort in his low and indentured life within the Thistle Kingdom.

So, the thoughts were fleeting, and Heine took the blade with good intention. He turned back to the dead porcupine, poking it roughly with the piece of wood to insure that it was, indeed, deceased. When it failed to react on its own, the slave threw the wood down next to the animal before moving to crouch near it. He followed the snare line a ways away from the rodent’s head. The line had been strained and it was obvious that Scorpius had no intention of reusing the abused snare.

Heine measured out a good length before cutting the line. He moved to retrieve the club of a branch he had used earlier. With it, he shoved the porcupine over so that its soft underbelly was exposed. Keeping the snare tight around the animal’s neck, he looked some of the line around the rodent’s forepaws and once more around the neck to secure the animal before tying the rest of the line around the piece of timber. So long as he didn’t swing the deceased around, it would be an effective way to carry the porcupine back to the ruins without worry of being accidentally pricked by one of its barbed quills. It was obvious to him that the quilled thing couldn’t be put on Onyx’s back.

The Kaiser turned his slate gaze back to the Beast, “Is this satisfactory, Signore?”

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