Re: [M]A sudden difference of opinion

Teagan

POSTED: Tue Apr 17, 2018 5:01 pm

The woman's immunity to his charm was a frustrating thing for the hybrid, reality never seeming to align with what his imagination was able to conjure up. There was the small relief that antagonizing her had only gotten sarcasm thrown back at him, instead of a rock, but still far from the thanks he'd wanted.

Once back on his feet, Inca did his best to look sure of himself, and even grinned a bit wider at the snarl that his words had managed to stir in the woman. Where the snarl did little to dampen his satisfaction, Teagan pointing out his fear had an obvious one. Inca's ears folded atop his head before he could stop them, more than a little embarrassed by how poorly he'd taken to riding. It was the first, and if he had his way, last time atop a horse.

His less confident gaze shifted away from the woman, his arms starting to cross, before wincing from his wound. ”I've never ridden before. Okay? Felt like I was going to fall off... Doesn't mean I was afraid.” Inca half mumbled, refusing to just admit that she'd guessed right, but doing a very poor job of denying it.

Inca listened to her speak again, his brows furrowing with the expectation that she'd accuse him of stalking her again, but his expression softened a bit when it seemed like actual interest. He remained silent for a moment or two, long enough for her interest in his bloodied wound to remind him that he'd need to find someone to take care of it. ”Nothing really... hunting if I found something to hunt, talking if I found someone to talk to. Apparently getting cut to ribbons, to even the odds...” Inca responded, his words vague not from a desire to hide something, but from genuinely having no plan for the day.

”Not really nearby, no. I'll need to go back home... Worried an 'Anatheman' might not make it?” Inca continued, his eyes going from Teagan, back down to where Rahmbo had got his claws into him. It looked bad to Inca, and made him feel a bit queasy, even if he had no real skill as a healer to know for sure. Whether something minor, or something serious, it hurt, and that pain only got worse the longer his heart was no longer racing, and with more time to really notice it.
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Luperci

POSTED: Fri Apr 20, 2018 2:05 pm

NPC: Apollo (+403)

Don’t fret over how quick this reply is! I’m just doing Teagan posts today<33

It was clear that she had hit the proverbial nail on the head with her remark regarding their ride on Apollo. His bravado took a definite hit, and the Cavalier might have let a cruel, satisfied smile grace her lips if her parents had not raised her better. It was satisfying enough to see the hybrid taken down a notch, she needn’t rub her victory in or gloat. It was unbecoming of a Knight, and something more of what she would have considered closer to an Anatheman’s level.

Even so, she couldn’t help the amused exhale she gave to his weak defense of his earlier actions. “Would you care to ride Apollo again then? Just to prove me wrong?” Her canary eyes were sharp and daring. She knew the stallion would not listen to Inca’s commands anyways, so, she had no fear of the Anatheman running off with her horse. He would hopefully notice that she was calling his bluff, and, if he was smart, would wisely admit defeat regarding the matter rather than further damage his already poor image in front of her.

“You picked a bad time to wander through that neck of the woods then,” she commented with a soft huff. At the very least, his reply sounded sincere, and, it didn’t appear as if he had been purposely following her again. Their meeting once more had, from the looks of it, been purely by chance.

To his suggestion that she cared what happened to his hide, Teagan couldn’t help but snort. “As if. I’d rather not have our packs at war over your pathetic ass though.” She moved then, opening one of Apollo’s saddlebags so she could rummage through it. “How far is Anathema from here?” She asked, picking out a lesser quality fur pelt and tossing it towards him. “Use that to help staunch the bleeding.”

The pelt would be an unfortunate loss for Mako, however, it was for a good cause. Teagan knew painfully little about healing, however, if visiting the pack’s medics had taught her anything, it was that stopping the blood flow was one of the first steps. Water would also be nice to help wash it, however, she didn’t want to waste the time searching for a water source when they could very well find one along the way back to his home instead.

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POSTED: Sat May 19, 2018 1:42 am

His attempts to deny that he'd been afraid were not working, that much was made obvious by the sharp gaze that she gave him, and the not at all subtle challenge to prove what he'd said. His ears pinned to the top of his head almost immediately, the mental image of himself back atop the horse making him all the more nauseous.

The part of him that still wanted to impress the woman was all that kept him from blurting out some variation of 'hell no', and instead had him looking at the horse with a wary gaze. ”I will... just not today, maybe next time, when I'm not bleeding.” the male lamely deflected, not really planning to ever ride the horse again, but still wanting to scavenge a little bit of his pride back.

An irritated sounding exhale of breath was Inca's answer to the observation that he'd come at a bad time, followed by a pained wince. He tried to think of something clever to say, but the wind had been snatched from his sails, and was mostly waiting to see how they might part ways. A gloating comment or two, maybe a reminder that he was an anatheman, but he hadn't actually counted on her helping him.

Inca's gaze had drifted toward the direction of his home, a little bit lost in thought while trying to guess at how far it might be. ”Uhhh, probably able to get there by...” he began, only to notice movement, coming toward him. If it had been a rock, he might not have been surprised, but instead found himself just barely catching the fur pelt before it hit the ground. More sudden movement that made the side of him sting.

A brief moment hung in the air while Inca considered what was in his hand, before he continued speaking. ”Thanks... Could probably get there by nightfall, or the next morning. Why?” the hybrid's thanks were sincere, and that bled into his voice, but was married to an edge of suspicion. Inca's hand crept carefully from the wound at his side while he listened, taking the borrowed pelt from it's twin, and then pressing the fur against the source of pain. What had started as a tan colored pelt, slowly turned red.
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POSTED: Mon Jun 11, 2018 12:31 am

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We can probably wrap this up soon? :O

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, clearly not convinced with his attempt to bow out gracefully from his very apparent fear of getting back on the horse. She decided to not goad or ridicule him further about the matter though. To do so would be very un-Cavalier-like. They were both very aware of his discomfort with riding now, whether he outright admitted to it or not. She would let him have his peace by dropping the matter…for now.

At the mention of his home, Inca cast his gaze off into a certain direction, presumably, where Anathema lied. She saw the wince he made with the effort to catch the fur she’d tossed to him, and, part of her wondered if it might have been more polite to just hand it to him instead. A greater part of her argued such an asinine idea though. Having helped her or not, he was a shifty Anatheman.

Nightfall…or the next morning.

Teagan held back the urge to groan. She didn’t want to stick it out with him for that long. She had other things to do, other places to be than escorting an Anatheman boy all the way back home. Her canary gaze shifted as Inca removed the pelt from his side to reveal it was slowly reddening and staining the pelt further. She raised a lip at the sight, realizing that her opinion of the situation no longer mattered. “So I can justify throwing your ass back on my horse.”

She had no other choice, unfortunately. If she didn’t escort him, the Anatheman would be dead from bleeding out. “Come on. I’m taking you to your borders.” It wasn’t a question. Teagan pulled out another pelt. In case he had any ideas of protesting, she added, “You can either ride, or you can be a corpse.”

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POSTED: Sat Jun 23, 2018 12:55 am

OOC: Sure, we can wrap up with my post, or yours if you want to post again after! Either way, thanks for the awesome thread! :D

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Inca had expected the woman's help to end with the now bloodied pelt, maybe a 'good luck' if she was being generous. His ears laid back noticeably at the sudden declaration that she was going to throw him back onto her horse, Inca initially thinking she might mean literally. A renewed fear of riding caused Inca's eyes to wander from Teagan, to the horse that she was threatening he'd be back atop soon.

The hybrid's mouth started to open, as though to protest, but was stopped by Teagan's firm demand. ”Okay okay... just, slower than earlier, and no throwing me off at the end.” Inca acquiesced, albeit with reluctance in his voice, and with a stab at negotiating. He started toward the horse afterward, not really expecting to get either of his demands, but also recognizing that the woman wasn't liable to give up on her own demands.

As he drew closer to both Teagan, and the horse, Inca looked more and more nervous about the task ahead of him, ears remaining flat against his head. It was easy to forget the burning pain of the wound that he still held a pelt against, in the face of another ride on the beast. ”Ladies first... ladies that aren't going to shove me off for holding on?” Inca both stalled, and tried to feel out the rules, a part of him still keen on proximity to the woman, but not so keen that he wanted to risk being shoved off the horse at speed.

That he'd eventually get up onto the horse if allowed, that was a foregone conclusion, but Inca dreaded what he expected would be a long, nerve wracking ride. The ear full he was liable to get from coming home a bloodied mess was another thing that loomed ahead of him, but had not yet had a chance to worry about.
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POSTED: Sat Jun 23, 2018 3:04 pm

NPC: Apollo (+315)

I’ll end it with mine! Thanks for the fun thread<333

She might have laughed at the fearful, startled look that etched across Inca’s face at her announcement that he would be getting back onto her horse, and sooner than either of them would have cared for. As it were though, she was more preoccupied with fighting the very tempting desire to just leave the Anatheman there to wander his way back home on his own. Even for all of her father’s disdain towards the pack though, she was sure even he would have scolded her soundly for being so un-Cavalier-like to a Luperci in need.

Teagan grunted to his stipulation to getting back onto the tall stallion. “I seem to recall that you fell off by your own doing,” she scoffed. Though, there was no denying that she had had every intention to “help” his dismount from her out of breath steed. Gravity had simply beat her to the punch.

The Anatheman ventured closer to her and Apollo, looking very unsure despite his earlier denial of not being afraid of the draft beast. In a rare moment of compassion—so it might have seemed, anyway, it was, actually, for totally selfish reasons—Teagan thought better than to point out her observation. She patted Apollo down, retightening his straps of his gear. “So long as you mind your hands, there won’t be an issue.” She glanced over her shoulder, her canary eyes clear with her promised threat of ejecting him from his seat if he thought the reward to be greater than the risks.

With that, the Stryder swung up into Apollo’s saddle, her hand held out for Inca to take so she could pull him up behind her once more. Once he was situated, his hands gripping modestly to her tunic, Teagan turned her stallion into the direction of Anathema, setting them off into a slow, but steady pace.

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