[M] Mission: Seek, Capture, Destroy

Bastion Hallow · 06-04-2011, 12:38 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the #th post. Reader discretion is advised.

Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; Okay so the preybot, courtesy of Sie, is going to be used for the trespassers in this thread. I'm combining a slave round up, seeing as one is getting captured and the other is dieing, with the second requirement for Bastion's co-rank. So any in Salsola that want to get in on a slave round up thread can join in; 528 words

Bastion had been hanging around closer to home, not that he ever really moved too far away from Salsola anyways. He stuck to the Northern territories and had yet to ever travel South. Well, there was that one trip to Halifax but he hadn't been alone for that one. He had his puppy with him to watch him and take care of him. But when he was out and about by himself he stayed within distance of Salsola. There were actually only a couple of territories that he had visited multiple times. Of course he hung around the Drifter's Bay area but had also made trips to the Dampwoods as well. But that was as far as he went when he was all alone. He didn't really tend to do exploring himself. He, like before reaching this area, sent Janos out before him to tell him what to expect. it was easier to walk into an area that one already knew about instead of trying to find ensnarements and traps one's self.

And perhaps that is what these two had on their minds. Perhaps they were just a scouting a party. Either way they didn't belong. They didn't live here and so they couldn't walk about freely like they thought to do. Bastion was silent as he made to follow after the duo. Perhaps they were just lost and didn't know? But that didn't seem to be the case since they bolted as soon spotted Bastion. Just the way they ran off made them look guilty. It made them appear as if they knew just what they were doing was wrong. And of course Bastion gave chase. This would certainly prove to be entertaining. He would finally get some playtime.

A clipped howl was sent up to alert the other members that they had invaders if the foreign scents hadn't already been stumbled upon. Bastion didn't have the time to fuss with his floral bath or to pull on clothing in order to hide his marking, him not having indulged in either when he remained around Salsola, or else he would lose sight of the duo. That was certainly something that he didn't want to happen as he ran in his two-legged form after them. So what if they were back in neutral territory now? They had been inside and seen things. They couldn't be permitted to walk away with that knowledge. At least in Bastion's mind he wouldn't allow them to have such knowledge without suffering consequences. Most in Salsola had never seen him in action. Okay well, they saw the small display wit the kits but they had no idea of the true delight he got from being able to play freely. They hadn't seen him actually play but just give up an offering that fell in line with his own beliefs. And that is what he was thinking of, he would dig out what information he could from them in order to deliver to the leaders then he would add the rest of their lives to his own. Certainly he couldn't be faulted for disposing of those that had acquired too much knowledge, could he?

Preybot · 06-10-2011, 03:44 AM

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TROLOLO. Okay, I figure I will play Darijus in this thread, and Yorick in the interrogation...? Doesn't really matter, I could switch between perspectives, I would assume. x_x I figure Eris can show up later in the thread and command that, since Yorick is so injured, he would be of no use to nurse back to health, so Basti can find what he knows and then kill him without issue. :3 Dari can be taken as a slave.

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Yorick was the first to break and run, but Darijus was not far behind him. The big Steppe wolf was not even sure why he was running, but he thought that since Yorick went, he might as well, too. Yorick was a good deal smarter than he was -- Darijus was not so blind and stupid that he did not recognize intelligence greater than his own, when it reared his head -- and unlike many who were smarter than he was, Yori had shown no cruelty to the pale brown wolf. And so, Darijus followed, his paws pounding against the ground as he chased after his smaller, darker counterpart.

“Did we do something wrong?” he panted, between breaths, as he managed to catch up. They were slowing; apparently, with some distance between themselves and that stranger wolf, Yorick felt it was fine to pause a moment and regain their wits. The smaller wolf shook his head in a sullen and mute way, though his pearly white teeth were shown in half a snarl. Then Yorick froze, his big green eyes on the field. Darijus turned his head, and was as surprised as his companion -- the strange wolf had given chase! Without a word, both wolves turned and ran toward the north, setting a blistering pace toward what they thought would be the safety of the mountain's shadow.

Suddenly and without warning, Yorick fell, a high-pitched shriek-yelp of pain echoing from his muzzle as he stumbled, crumbling on the ground in a whining and whimpering heap. The darker wolf lifted his dusty and dirty head and hissed at Darijus, who had stopped dead in his tracks, oafish gaping maw turned on his companion in astonishment. “Go!” Yorick snapped, lifting his lamed leg for Darijus to see, though his movement was little more than a twitch. Dari did not need his partner to lift his foot for him to see the damage; the limb twisted at an awkward and impossible angle, the paw dangling uselessly.

“No,” Darijus said, his booming voice sounding firm. “I'll fight to defend you,” he said, and from the stupid determination in his face, Yorick saw he would not run. “Fool, that was an entire pack back there. The rest will be on us in a moment,” the swarthy wolf grumbled beneath his breath, though he did not command Darijus away again. The younger would stay and fight, and he would die, ripped to shreds by this same pack as Yorick would be.

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Tlantli Kimaris · 06-11-2011, 03:21 PM

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Ack. Bad post. Tlantli is late to the party; she's being a creeper while she waits for Bastion to come into view, though he's probably there already. She's just not perceptive to the presence of others when it comes to hunting.

she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me

The call had disturbed the workings of the Crone, much to her displeasure; though she did not approve of what was going to happen, Tlantli had been dutifully sacrificing for her sister's unborn children with the fool, Larkspur. The distraction caused her hand to slip, to be burned in the fire briefly as she turned her head to the sound. Perhaps she would have been angry at any other moment, perhaps she would have found the one who called and promptly assaulted him with words, if nothing else, but she knew what the sound entailed. All frustration that would have been felt was replaced with desire, a lust for the hunt, for a chase. Someone had stepped beyond the veil, past the brambles, into the shadows, and their culture dictated that those who entered could not leave.

She carried with her little as she sprinted across the land, belt allowing her hands to be free as it supported the bone utensils utilized during the catch of prey. Her hands were dressed in the heavy bear paws; though others may have found the gloves to be awkward and heavy, she had come to use them well. Fiery eyes sought out the Arbiter who had reached into the pack for aid. While she did not find him, she did catch the sound of another's shriek, a thing of pain that sent a tremble down the petite shaman's spine. It set her in the right direction, and it wasn't long before the looming figure of another came into view.

Tlantli's pace slowed, her movements becoming carefully calculated as she approached; she stayed downwind, circling to find a place where she could be most useful. Her smaller size was the cause of frequent underestimation, but she showed no fear in the face of men twice the mass. The Crone was a hunter, no different then before, but her prey had moved from simple mammals to her own kind. Patience overtook her as she waited for the approach of others, watching the two with a hunger only seen in the presence of their leader.

Bastion Hallow · 06-12-2011, 11:25 AM

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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; Entirely works for me Sie and Kiki, Tla isn't so late since nothing has happened just yet; 724 words

Bastion knew exactly what he looked like and quite often used that to his advantage. His words were simple, as were most of his actions, but that didn't mean that he lacked intelligence. For the most part he knew exactly what he was doing even if he couldn't explain why he did what he did. He had the brains but perhaps lacked the eloquence. Either way he used other's misconceptions to his advantage. He could guess at what they thought and well, hew knew just what he was capable of. He was not fooled into thinking that he could best the two of them in a fair fight. He wouldn't even be able to win against one. He wasn't a fighter and not that fine of a hunter either. He didn't have to be when he had Janos to do all of that for him. Unfortunately Janos wasn't at his side now when he could really use and need him. He had no idea where his puppy but for a moment he thought that perhaps he should replace him. What good was he if he wasn't around when Bastion needed him?

He had given chase, following the invaders. Even as they turned and ran again towards the mountains Bastion didn't let up. It wasn't enough that the two had left the pack. Oh no, they had been in Salsola and there were certain rules about what should be done in such instances. They would no be allowed to get away once they had been inside. The small boy would make certain that they didn't get the chance to speak on what was found to anyone else. And of course he was ready and willing to go to any means necessary. Granted he wouldn't be able to fight but that doesn't mean he would be unable to capture. At least in his mind he saw ways around it. He hadn't run into many heartless enough to strike a child and that was going to be his way in.

He had no idea that his call had been heeded and that another had given chase as well. He had come from a direction that differed from the one that the coyote woman had taken though both of their focus rested on the two wolves that had somehow managed to penetrate Salsola. The youth had no idea how it happened but he was determined to find it out. It was his job to find out in whatever way that he could.

The yelp most certainly sent a thrill through him. Obviously whatever power it was that protected Salsola was on his side. That would certainly help him out. It didn't even things up but it at least gave the boy a slim chance. Of course he took it. The small boy made his approach as he panted lightly. He really was a physically unimpressive little things and he knew of it. And of course he combined it with words that made him seem like even less of a threat. "Oh no, puppy hurt." So what is the other was probably larger and older than him? In his head the other was a puppy to him.

"I make better puppy." He continued to speak as he moved closer to the duo. He focused his attention on the injured one and just hoped that the larger one wouldn't do anything. Of course he couldn't let that particular worry be known about. And should it show on his face in his eyes then he would just pass it off as care for the injured since that is who his gaze was trained on. The small, feminine seeming male dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over to Yorick, not that he knew that was his name. He stuck out his tongue to try and lick at the injured paw. "There, all better." The proclamation was made as if such a small action could actually cure ills. He sat up, rested on his knees still, and grinned at the pair as if he were proud of himself for doing a job well done. His look between the two of him also spoke of it, as if he expected them to praise him and tell him what a good boy he was and how he had done such a wonderful job.

Preybot · 06-22-2011, 11:11 AM

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Yorick lay on the ground, panting -- his lips were drawn back into a snarl, and his emerald-hued eyes wide with terror and burning distrust. He watched as one melted from the bushes, her coat a tawny yellow coloration and her eyes a bloodied red color. His ears folded against his head promptly, and he attempted to tuck his injured leg closer to him, though the movement sent dizzying waves of pain radiating outward from the injury. Darijus still stood beside him, the oaf that he was, his big dumb face showing only confusion and dull fear. He was too stupid to be truly afraid, and Yorick wondered, faintly, how the ocean gods had been kind enough to spare this simpering whelp, while the earth gods had reared up to trip him. He hated Darijus in that moment.

The second wolf appeared, slight of size and smoke-colored in hues. Yorick's snarl did not fade, but Darijus laughed aloud, a bellowing and deep thing that seemed to resonate. His companion's ruddy face was pulled into a huge grin, and the midnight-hued Yorick looked on him with astonishment. “This is what they send after us? A child and a woman,” he said, grunting. “Fierce warriors, both of them!” Dari added, still cackling. The younger wolf hadn't the faintest idea of the gravity of their situation. Regardless of the strength of these two before them, the rest of the pack was sure to follow, and the darkly-shaded Yorick did not want to be here for their arrival. He would have given anything for Dari's working legs.

“What my friend means to say is, we're sorry for trespassing, please let us go,” Yorick said, though there was a coldness, near insincerity, to Yorick's voice. Too little, too late -- no matter what he said now, they were sure to kill him and Darijus both. There was no point in pleading for their freedom. He winced as another stab of pain wracked through his twisted limb, and watched in horror as the paler canine came forward to the injury. It was quickly replaced by confusion as the male delivered a gentle lick to his paw. Darijus, too, was confused -- the bigger male vocalized his confusion with a loud huh, though he didn't move toward either of their aggressors.

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Tlantli Kimaris · 06-23-2011, 10:23 PM

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SHORT.

she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me

The large, healthy man seemed amused by the creatures who had come after them; a child and a woman, so seemingly unimpressive that they roused laughter. Of course, the Crone was not amused. She had long come to realize her capabilities as a warrior, and his mocking words caused her drive to prove herself to come forth. Her sling was loaded and fired with speed that could be surprising to many creatures; she aimed for his muzzle to shut him up. The man in the pit was of no use to the family, and her reddish eyes focused on the healthy man with a singular desire for control.

Bastion's words created vague interest in the woman; the way he handled himself was unusual, surely, for he spoke as a child and inflicted pain with such ease, but it seemed he had purpose in how he handled himself. The dark creature in the pit tried to explain, but Tlantli did not truly hear him. She was too focused, too interested, in eliminating the problem of the trespassers to hear their words.

While the Arbiter handled the dark, wounded thing, Tlantli stepped forward with all the grace of a gruff, small man. "You cahnnot go, poor boy. You haft ahlready pahssed the point aft no return." They had entered Salsola. And now they were doomed to remain.

Bastion Hallow · 06-25-2011, 12:52 PM

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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; 1038 words

He knew how he was perceived all too well. And he simply never chose to prove himself to be otherwise. Unlike Tlantli he didn't grow upset with the guffawed words and try to make himself anything than what he appeared. Because it was the words of the large male and the stone that had been fired that made him realize he wasn't alone with the two. He knew that the woman already had a disdain for him, something that seemed to travel through the Family. But it was simply those that did not know him and how he worked that felt that way. He had no doubt that she would hate him more for what he did. That was fine because he knew exactly what he was doing.

The simple act of kindness, not that it truly was since he was only aggravating an injury, combined with the display of worry and concern had thrown off the guard of the wolves larger than himself. They expected aggression and he was giving neither, at least not in the outright way that was expected. He played up the naive little child so well simply because that is what everyone expected of him. He got away with so much by it being figured that he didn't know better. So while it was weird to hear him termed as intelligent given the way he acted it was still an accurate description. The boy embraced the role that others always seemed to visualize him in.

"No!" The boy was quick to speak up against his own pack member to defend the two trespassers. He even reached out in a childish way to try and protect the two other males, one hand gripping Yorick's injured paw while the other sought to wrap around Darijus's neck. He attempted to tug both of them close to himself. He knew his actions would cause Yorick pain and he couldn't really care, especially as he tightened his grip on both males. He knew it would only be seen as the clinging of a child that was trying to keep and protect things that were trying to be taken away from him.

He looked out from between the two captured to stare at Tlantli. He didn't have any sort of silent communication system with her that he had with Janos. He didn't have her trust like he had Eris's. No, the small male only hoped she respected Eris's decision to bring him. That she would figure he would never betray the family. "Puppy hurt. Puppy need help. Let go please." His eyes pleaded with the woman. He wasn't pleading for their release at all, though any hearing his words and stumbling upon the seen would figure that was the likely reason. No, he was pleading for her to trust him. Why would he betray the Family after having alerted them. It wouldn't make sense to do such a thing. But it was more like his mind was already a few steps ahead of the current moment.

He needed both of them for the moment. He didn't have Janos with him to carry the injured party for him so he needed the other's friend to do so for him. He had his own little secret place to head to. It was just be easier on him if they transported themselves since he didn't have the strength to force it. He didn't know if Tla even knew he had an enclave. It was a task given to him by the leaders though they knew nothing of the location, only that he had found one. He wasn't certain if she had been alerted of that and maybe figured that he would try and get there.

The small boy kept a careful eye on the female as he got up. If he looked like he distrusted his pack member then most likely these two would trust him more. After all Tla had made it apparent that she cared nothing for them and was likely to respond in aggression so he Bastion showed himself to be the opposite then they just might listen to him and think he actually had their best interests at heart. it was all a part of his ploy. But really he was watching his back and making sure that the Crone wouldn't stop or try to interfere with his plans. He didn't need her running off and telling the leadership untruths just because she had no idea how his mind truly worked.

Bastion kept his hold on Yorick's injured limb but released Darijus. "Help." He whispered to the larger and uninjured male as he made to circle to the other side of him and constantly tugged on Yorick's leg to try and get the male onto the back of the other to make transport easier. "I know safe place. We go there. You hide." He spoke softly to the two males. He didn't leave Tla out though. He didn't really want to give away the location of his hidden place but he knew he had to earn her trust. With a sigh he looked back over to his fellow family member. The youth stared at the ground for a moment before slowly looking up at the female. "You follow? Make sure they no come back?" He was giving her the option to come with him. He was giving her a chance to catch a glimpse of him in is own world and to peer inside his mind. And really, right now he'd rather have her with him instead of returning back to the pack. He wanted to make sure that he would have a home to come back to. So if she was with him then she couldn't tell the others whatever story she might come up with. Now he could only hope that he had piqued enough of her interest for her to follow him and see just what he had in mind. After all, at the founding, he had showed he had no concern for ending the lives of the innocent as he had spilled the blood of the kits for the leaders without flinching in the slightest. He had even suckled the blood from his fingers.

Preybot · 07-18-2011, 08:15 PM

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Yorick groaned under his breath as the other canine's grasp tightened on his injured paw, his eyes burning darkness at the man-child. Only the glittering, lost hope of being released kept him from snapping his jaws toward the childlike, pale face. The yellow woman was the one to speak, however, and Yorick realized they were going nowhere. Their only hope was to fight, and he was in no condition to do so. Darijus the dumbfuck would be lucky to figure out he had to fight. By the time Dari figured out that Yori had decided to strike, the smarter of the pair would be decapitated, and the larger of the pair would still be halfway to figuring out what to do himself.

The man gritted his teeth, still deciding what to do himself when the wolf clutching him cried out, apparently alarmed at the idea of harm coming to them. This threw even Yorick for a loop, and the dark-hued man looked in confusion from the pale man to the golden-yellow woman, his eyes swimming with murky pain. Darijus was even more confused, openly gaping from Yorick to the two strangers and back again, his head apparently spinning off its vertebral column.

Yorick did not think they would be safe from harm, but fighting was death, surely. The rest of the pack would be behind them soon enough, and perhaps if they got far enough away from their border, Darijus might actually stand a chance of taking down just the weaking boy and the coyote woman. Yorick calculated quickly, and grunted to his partner. I will walk, he snapped, albeit wearily. There was no fire or fight in his voice, but he wished very much for both of these creatures to think him defeated.

The man shifted slowly, painfully -- as his wrist twisted and reshaped itself, he yelped in pain, clutching fingers about the joint as soon as they had formed. There were too many sounds, popping and scraping. Had he broken it? The man held the injured wrist gingerly in his opposing hand, ears flatted against his skull. His Optime form wasn't quite was impressive as Dari's, but at least he could walk himself to his apparent demise. He looked to the golden-yellow woman and her pallid friend, still calculating his escape. Darijus was mute beside him, fright apparent in the big man now. He felt it in Yorick, and reacted accordingly.

Tlantli Kimaris · 07-23-2011, 10:48 AM

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Short, but I'm trying to help get this finished up for Sylveypants. Tla can go with him if he insists, I don't mind.

she's a black magic woman
and she's trying to make a devil out of me

She was only interested in the one that Bastion wasn't, so when he voice opposition to her interacting with the wounded, she turned her attention to the apparently stupid companion. One would come back with her, for the benefit of her leaders and family — as the dullard was larger, she felt she won out, not realizing that his ignorance could be a downfall. Bastion continued to speak, confusing the pair with his attempt at gaining their trust — it only caused the golden woman to scowl and cross her arms until he asked if she'd go with him. Fire red eyes focused solely on the Arbiter. "Aye do not understahnd whaye; he ess going with you, aye should tayke this one to Sie-reese. Ahnd aye ahm sure you do not wahnt me wahtching you." Though she didn't trust the man-child, he was trusted by Eris and she could not judge him by her opinion alone.

Her body turned toward the ignorant companion as she waited for the Arbiter's approval of her leading him back to whatever place she planned to take him. Wolf that he was, she approved of his physical form — he was large, and his size would prove useful if his mind would not. Larkspur was, for the most part, the one doing the physical labour in the region and as much as she found him distasteful, he deserved his help. "Aye think he will be useful."

Bastion Hallow · 07-27-2011, 02:09 PM

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Table & Coding © Bobbi & Kiki; It is up to you if you really want Tla to go or if you think it'd be best to go on and take Dari back since Yori is walking himself or or or... Dari and Tla can come so Dari can be used long enough to strap Yori down (Bastion reasoning it with needing to fix Yori and he can't do it if Yori moves) and then Tla can take Dari back while Bastion "plays" with Yori... that is if ya'll think it'll work and like it cause I'm not trying to dictate anything... just trying to think of what would make sense for Bastion since he lacks physical strength but yeah, I'll follow off of whatever ya'll wanna do cause no doubt Bastion's mind would be recalculating things to what would benefit him no matter the situation he was in; 542 words

Bastion was quite used to the confusion. His antics had always seemed to earn him that. And of course on top of it he tended to be underestimated and thought weak. Well, he was weak so that much was true. But he had the mental capacity to make up for it. He knew his physical limitations. He knew that should any of the present catch a whiff on insincerity that he would be done for. He didn't have his puppy around to fight for him so he knew he was at a disadvantage. But knowing this had him stepping carefully. He wanted to get to his secret place where he would have the upper hand. After all he would have to wait for his eyes to adjust to the dark since he would already know the layout. And well, he already knew to expect the cold as well.

It was only for a moment, during the shift, that Bastion had released his hold on the clearly smarter of the two. But once it was over with he was once again reaching out to try and grasp his captive. A willing captive at that. The small Arbiter leaned his head in to try and rest it against Yorick and smile up at him. "How you get big?" He asked as he looked up at the other. Bastion wasn't so dense to not realize the other had shifted. He understood that much obviously. It was just that to him the other stood taller than Bastion would have imagined. After all he would be around the same length in his lupus form should he get down on his hands and knees and crawl but it didn't seem as if such would hold true for the other as well.

He looked from his place where he had attempted to cuddle up to his captive and over at the female as she spoke. It didn't seem as if she was about to snitch but he wasn't certain if that was a true perception or not. "You come." It wasn't a demand but an offer instead. "But you no tell hiding spot." Now that one was a demand. He was entrusting her with a secret should she follow along. Not everyone was supposed to know about the spot. But if it would get her to trust that he knew exactly what he was doing then he would allow her a private viewing of his capabilities.

"Come. Go now." The words were spoken decisively as he tugged on Yorick's hand, should he have obtained a hold on it, to indicate that he was ready to go and he should be followed. He also reached to to pet Darijus's head to indicate that he should follow too. He gave a questioning look to Tlantli, silently asking her what she was going to do. Was she going to follow or lead Dari astray? Either way he needed to get Yori to where he needed him to be without a fight being put up if he could help it. The small figure stepped forward to begin to lead the way to the harbour where his enclave was at, hoping Yori would at least remain distracted if Tla decided to take Dari away.

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