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Riot Kavaler · 10-14-2010, 10:40 AM

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opeenn, Chebucto Peninsula

Frowning, the mottled brown male sat across from his dark companion as he munched on the meal he'd caught himself. Vault was going to eat that himself, but Riot had caught him sitting down to eat and decided he was hungry and took the hard-earned rabbit from his lackey. So, Vault pouted. And pouted. And pouted some more. It wasn't the pouting that was annoying the black optime, it was the staring and the quiet whines that the skinny male didn't know he was uttering. So after eating half the fat rabbit(and eating all the good parts), he tossed the leftovers back at Vault and began picking his teeth with a claw. His smaller half was happy that he got something back and quietly polished off what was left and tossed the bones to the side; he was used to hunting and then getting it taken and being given whatever Riot felt like giving back.

It'd been just a couple days since they arrived and Riot had been unusually quiet. It was making Vault uneasy, but after another moment of silence, the impressively bulky male stood up and gestured roughly and impatiently for Vault to follow. He wanted to harass someone. Some of the natives would be fun, if they managed to run across them. Go catch something else, he growled, glancing at his earthy companion, who, without a word, ran off to do what he was told. He'd catch something more for himself and eat that, but he'd probably get caught somehow. Either way, he was off and left Riot on his own to do whatever he wanted for the moment.

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Oran · 10-18-2010, 06:31 PM

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Hiya!

He'd made it farther. Oran was still being tailed, of course; he knew he was. Nothing he did could shake them. They saw everything, everyone he met and all the things he passed when Oran barely remembered them himself. He'd seen buildings, a few hours back; overgrown and rundown, but still human-built. There had been many eyes there, so he'd had no time to stop and admire them, as he'd wanted to. It was just a large fort. He needed one of those...something to keep the rain off, and the people far, far away.

Running at a break-neck pace, Oran did his best to become a red and yellow blur, sticking to his Optime form to better pause and hide behind trees every now and then. Secui was simply too big for that; he stuck out one side or another. Peering over his shoulder every few minutes or so, he got the distinct feeling he was losing "them." There was no way anyone could keep up with him like this; he was too fast, too strong, too...Too...

He didn't know where those thoughts came from. Of course he wasn't losing them; he'd stop for the night and they'd catch up, and it would be the same thing tomorrow. He wasn't too anything; he would still need to take a break soon. They gave him no time to work on his endurance. Oran was beginning to hate them for that; it was all or nothing with them. Baring his teeth slightly in a snarl, he turned, about to sprint off again, when a dark shape came into view, stopping him in his tracks.

Green eyes took in the black Luperci, his muscles trembling with exertion. Had they shown themselves? Or was this another "innocent bystander"? His eyes narrowed slightly and he leaned with his hands on his knees, ready to leap in one direction or another at the first sign of hostility. His silver dogtag caught the light, reminding him someone was out to get him.

walk the walk talk the talk think the thought

Riot Kavaler · 10-20-2010, 05:19 AM

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Riot had sat in pleasant silence for a while before he sensed someone else had come along. At first, he paid them no mind and hoped Vault came back and kicked their ass for spying on them, but after a moment more, he finally looked out of the corner of his eye toward where the stranger was. He caught a glimmer of something shiny before he turned his eyes back to the ground in front of him and leaned forward on his knees with his elbows. "What're you hiding from?" he asked gruffly, obviously directing his question to the male who thought he was unseen. Riot had been trained by members of the Russian Mafia, along with some who'd been Spetsnaz; he knew when someone was sneaking around and had keen hearing. If this male was unfriendly, he was going to be in a world of hurt.

But so far, it didn't seem like he was going to attack. He just seemed.... well, Riot couldn't tell because he wasn't looking at him and couldn't see his expression. "I'm not gonna hurt you, you can come out." The large black male spoke calmly and coolly, keeping his icy gaze cast downward. He was sure if he made any movements or looked toward the shadowy figure they'd be gone in an instant, and honestly, he was very curious about them. Someone that stealthy would be of great use to him. Already he was thinking of ways to manipulate the stranger into joining. But he'd need to talk to him and find some things out before he could make any assumptions on how to get him on his side.

"You hungry? I gotta friend who's out hunting, he'll bring some food." At least, he better. Riot would kick his ass if he didn't come back with something for him to bribe Oran with. He felt like he was trying to trap a wild animal and tame them. Riot chuckled at the thought, a smirk spreading across his ebony jaw.

"Riot Speaks." "Vault Speaks"

Oran · 10-20-2010, 10:09 AM

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OOC here!

Oran's ears swiveled toward the dark male as he spoke, his tone gruff. The pale Optime risked a quick glance around at the surrounding forest, searching for hidden people in the trees, but, for the moment at least, they were gone. His eyes quickly returned to the male, searching for any sign that he was one of them, but other than a pair of elbows on his knees, there had been no movement. Straightening up quickly and trying to pretend the male hadn't caught him running for his life in the middle of nowhere, Oran turned his face away, crossing his arms. Pfft, who's hiding?

Sometimes he really hated that he had to give up his advantages at times to appear "normal", but it didn't prevent him from slipping from the tree line, edging into the clearing just enough so that it was very clear he had not been hiding. He was just...out for a run. Oran's ears flicked again as the dark male continued, and he frowned, stretching his neck at an odd angle so that he could keep his head turned to the side and still have his eye on the stranger. What makes you think I think you'll hurt me? He snorted, and tried not to think about how confusing that sentence was to say. It made perfect sense in his head...

Oran spent another moment eying the male, and then turned a bit, ready to take off again--he didn't know how much of a lead he had, he didn't have time for chit-chat--when the male spoke again, and struck a chord. Food. When was the last time he'd remembered to eat? Albeit, there had been that time after he'd been called a coward, but he'd been too angry to do more than skin it and play with the meaty bones. Food would be good right about now...

But did he want the company? Oran hesitated, then gave a one-shouldered shrug, edging somewhat closer to the dark male as inconspicuously as possible. Sounds good. He gave a cocky grin, swishing his tail lightly, and tilted his head in a little mock-bow. Name's Oran.

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