Never Underestimate (Open)

[Croix]

It had been a day since the young male had arrived at Acerbus and, while he had thoroughly enjoyed his time in the forest, he was ready to keep moving and continue exploring. With a yawn and a stretch, he got up from his resting place and shook his self-off, cleaning his fur of any loose dirt. The day was still young, the sun having just climbed over the horizon and started its ascend to the top of the sky. The weather was still warm but it wasn’t as sunny as the day before had been. Clouds covered the sky, some darker than others, and Croix couldn’t help but wonder if a storm was going to hit within the next few days.

Though he was eager to begin exploring again, Croix knew he needed to eat before he did. It had been a long journey the day before and he hadn’t had anything to eat since the day before that. His stomach was in knots and constantly growling as it fussed at him for failing to take care of himself. He growled at himself in annoyance but started walking out of the forest, keeping his eyes peeled for a place where prey might be. Luckily, it didn’t take long to find that place. A smooth summit with plenty of grass seemed like a perfect spot for prey and Croix was quick to duck behind some overgrown shrubbery, awaiting what would become his next meal.

It took at least fifteen to twenty minutes for anything to move out into the open but finally, a gazelle made its way out, grazing obliviously. Instantly, Croix took note of the large horns the animal carried atop it’s cranium, seemingly enough to easily stab him. Yet, he was too hungry to let the prey go without at least attempting to bring it down and he did love a challenge. Waiting for the prey to turn his back, Croix sprinted forward, running as fast as he could before he leapt onto its back. As soon as his claws dug in, the gazelle was bucking and screaming. Immediately, Croix could feel the strength that the animal possessed. As he fought just to keep a hold of the animal, he knew he would never be able to bring the animal down on his own. If help didn’t arrive soon, he would have to let it go and hope it didn’t retaliate.

[Tarak]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]Moving along in a trotting manner, the brute looked around the best he could with a single eye. He wasn't expecting to see much of anybody else, he didn't think he could do with another. When he paused, he curled his tail nearly upon his back as he watched the small animals around him move. Many darted away from him, others took off in a flight of feathers and some scrambled up trees. He wasn't very hungry, but he still watched them and thought about taking one out. But a sound caught his attention somewhere. When he looked around, he saw another creature trying to bring down a meal for themselves, but seemed to having trouble with it.

Approaching closer, he took note of the large rack on the prey's head that the creature was trying to take down. Why did he try to take something down that he is unable to? The creature best known as Tarak thought to himself as he picked up a steady pace toward them. He didn't know if this was a pack wolf or not, but it had to have been to be on these lands, much unlike himself, but he didn't know much better. Not having been taught right, and roaming on his own for so long, only encountering mostly loners and very few pack wolves, he never saw the difference.

A growl left the brute's throat as he picked up the pace and jumped at the prey that another was struggling to hold onto as it took off. When he latched his jaw onto its shoulders, he felt the hooves beat against his back legs as he threw his weight to the ground, becoming nearly a dead weight on the same side this other wolf's weight was upon. Soon he slowly felt some more ground under his paws, but he wasn't sure if it was cause the thing was finally losing, or if his grip was being weakened the longer he held on.

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Words: 340
Tags: Croix
Notes:
Muse: eh

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[Croix]

With his teeth firmly locked onto the prey that he was trying to bring down, Croix could only hope that help would show up as he was unable to call for it. The gazelle was constantly moving, bucking or rearing, trying to run ahead or spin around. It was doing all it could to get the wolf off of him but so far, he had yet to hurt the male. That’s why Croix wasn’t expecting it when the gazelle threw his head around, the tip of his long horn stabbing into Croix’s shoulder. It wasn’t a deep wound and it would heal in a few weeks but still it was enough for Croix to falter and let go of it as he yelped in pain.

Thankfully, the gazelle’s leg had been injured and before it could run away, Croix once more had his teeth locked onto it. To his relief, it wasn’t too much longer before another male came running at the gazelle. He wasn’t sure if the wolf was part of Kairos or not but at the moment, he couldn’t afford to care. It would be much easier to fight off the other male should the need be after the prey was brought down and taken care of.

Knowing that the wolf had the gazelle locked in his jaws, Croix let go and moved around to the front of him. He paced from side as he waited for the Gazelle to look at the other wolf. It took several minutes for the animal to turn its attention away from the wolf standing in front of it but as soon as it did, Croix lunged for its throat, making sure to move around it so that he wouldn’t get stabbed again. As soon as his teeth locked onto it’s jugular, he held on tightly, not moving until he knew it was for sure dead.

[Tarak]

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[attr="class","pltxt"]With quiet vocals, Tarak dug his back paws into the ground to try and help the other until he was nearly laid upon. It wasn't hard for him to move out of the gazelle's way as it finally fell, but as he looked over at the other, he watched as he finished the prey off. Tarak stood off for a while, leaving him to his wanted prize. Unlike the last encounter with any pack wolf, he kept his vocals silent, but moved restlessly where he stood, his tail curled slightly behind him, occasionally curling around his hip as he sometimes walked in a tight circle. He didn't even try to talk just yet as he nearly pranced in his spot.

He had grown to know very quickly that sometimes his energy and antics could be mistaken for a threat, but he was hoping that his attempt to remain quiet, which was starting to become very hard for him, would make him seem not so dangerous. A small, low growl left his throat, vibrating softly as it left his maw before he finally decided to lay down, tail still curled slightly behind him.

As he laid there, watching the pack wolf and his prey, his licked his laps a few times, but did not make a move to approach. At least not until he knew it was safe. He may not have been taught many things, but he still learned quickly, and in his few encounters, he knew not to mess with a wolf from the pack whose lands he currently roamed. Instead he would sit back and watch until he was offered what he wished or until he got bored enough to walk away. But walking away when the taste of blood was fresh in his mouth, and prey laid not far from him, was not an option. His stomach already was starting to do flips from hunger, and his mind was racing from helping hunt and bring the prey down, though he did not know what this creature would say, or if he would even allow him to enjoy a small feast along side him.

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Words: 359
Tags: Croix
Notes: Here you go hun =D
Muse: Somewhat present

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