when I lost my wings and fell into the crowd
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as a game I put my hand over the flame

This is open to any Guardian. If no one joins, I will conclude this myself. Smile Gotham is going to put up a fight but be captured by AniWaya. He is in his Secui form and has an arrow in his shoulder. Word Count » +3

Strides carried him away from the safety of Crimson Dreams and west, ever westward, to where the savages lived. Gotham took the trail that his mother had blazed, his bulky Secui form an even greater beast than that of his mother. His size alone would aid him, though he had little experience with any combat and was thus less ineffective when it came to such things. With any luck, though, he would make it in and out with Anu and Fia before anyone found them. If he made it away from their central area, and the two women could make the dash home, then what happened to him did not matter.

He crossed the river while it was still light out, but encroaching darkness caught up to him as he reached the borders of AniWaya. A low and terrible rumble escaped his throat. Large paws carried him swiftly through the woodland and into the reserve, moonlight gleaming and turning every leaf into a silver-dipped dagger. Each shadow was sharper and each tree weirder as he went further in. Unfamiliar scents attacked him from all ends; unfamiliar sounds seeped into his ears and set his nerves further on the brink. His legs were stiff, his hair pointed high. How far in did this forest go?

There was no warning for the arrow that flew and struck his shoulder, narrowly missing his chest. Gotham bellowed like a wounded bull and spun, looking for the source. He was met with another arrow, this one missing him by mere inches. Any plans for subterfuge or rescue were gone. The dark wolf thundered towards the source and met one of the wolves from the parley, but the face no longer mattered. Full of wounded pride and no longer contained fury, the giant beast hurled himself into a fray. He barely heard the Gaurdian howl for help, so blind was his anger.

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Sorry if this post is sorta choppy, getting into the new character and all XD; Lemme know if there's anything specifically you want to happen to Gotham, and feel free to do whatever you want to Gregor short of seriously disabling him.


This place had drawn him here for the same reasons as all the places he had tread before: strife and war. Gregor was a creature made for these circumstances, and really only them. He was the rabid dog that kings loved to unleash upon their foes, but as soon as peace was restored he became unsavory to his former lieges. Not that the giant of a wolf had any desire to stay any place where order had been restored. In times of peace the things he did were looked down upon. He would be hunted for the monster he was. In war though, everything changed. Someone was always willing to employ someone of his stature and...talents. This Maska was not unlike the others before him, and Gregor doubted that this war would by any different either.


It was no surprise that the hulking man was well-suited for the life he lead. When on two legs he nearly topped nine feet in height. He was heavy and wide, but it was all muscle—there was not an ounce of fat on the giant's body. His coat was made up of storm-cloud grey with patches of dirty snow here and there, which had earned him the moniker of "The Mountain" from past cohorts. Gregor was practically a mute as well. He spoke with his body. Cruelty was the language he was most fluent in.


He had been sitting idly in the woods when the call flashed into the still night air. Hard yellow eyes darted in the direction of its source and was immediately moving towards it. Not much time was wasted from when the distress signal was issued to when Gregor came upon the scene. The scent of blood was already in the air and The Mountain locked onto the shadowy target. The brute moved forward with purpose and reached out a massive hand to grab the scruff of the intruder's neck.

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as a game I put my hand over the flame

It would probably be easiest if Gotham is knocked out. We can go another round and then Gregor can punch him in the head or something. Word Count »

While the strange wolf was struggling, Gotham was startled to feel a strong hand grapple his neck. He writhed and attempted to rip free, but the hand was a vice. Inexperienced despite his size, he bellowed and tried to pull three. His front feet tried to pull at the ground, but the other wolf, the one who had shot him, struck again at his hind legs. Another bellow of pain escaped the massive Secui, but his inability to fight showed. Bleeding from the shoulder and the leg, he snarled and snapped but could not break free.

Desperation turned his heart into a fluttering bird, thundering against his chest. Gotham was scared. He had come here to save Anu, but he was the one in danger. What if they killed him? What would that do to his mother? He struggled, but even now, his body was losing steam. This form took far too much energy, and loosing blood was not aiding to this. The arrow in his shoulder burned. He tried to spin, to snap at the mountain holding him.

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Sounds good! And sorry, short and crappy : /


It was expected that the intruder would struggle against the sudden hold on him, and while he thrashed around quite valiantly, Gregor's grip would not be broken so easily. That wasn't to say that the giant was not holding the secui wolf effortlessly. The muscles in his arm tensed as the dark wolf tried to free himself. His compatriot continued to attacked, and appeared to have injured the trespasser further in the hind leg. As the dark male continued to struggle, Gregor grabbed a hold of him with his other hand and bodily threw him a short distance to squash his struggling for good.


The Mountain walked forward and stood over the injured man, bronze eyes looking down at him impassively. There was no anger or disgust, but only the softest hints of a mild curiosity. Gregor was fairly detached from any strong emotions unless someone did something to really piss him off. So far, this one had done nothing of the sort.

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