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Post by twitchie on Aug 1, 2012 1:40:53 GMT -4
The day was nice. The sun was weakening, autumn becoming clear. The colirful leaves littered the floor, crunching underfoot.
Foooshh!!
Leaves scattered and rained down after being thrown up by the opal wher's paws.
Vensk like crunchy floaty flitty things. Fall from trees? [/color]
Vensk sat down suddenly, and if a wher could grin, he'd have been beaming.
"Oi Vensk. 'ose are leaves. Wee gone through tis 'fore..."
The speech of the man was unique, but rough and a tad hard to follow.
The wher frowned, giving Venton a pouty look.
Who put nettles in pants? You worse than egg-heavy gold. [/color]
Venton sank down against a tree and sighed. Vensk clambered into His's lap.
"Eh 'orry Vensk. I jus'.... tis hard. I dun't know anyone-"
Know me! [/color]
"Aw, 'course. Bu' I was meanin' human 'ise. Family 'ise..... Its o'er.."
A twig snapped, not caused by the wher. A medium brown dog came trotting out, squirrel in her jaws.
ERRff!
"Give it 'ere, Kico. Good 'ork!"
The mutt whined in pleasure as her ears were scratched. Then she was on guard, ears up, tail still at another sound. Footsteps!
A sheepish growl formed in the pip's throat, coat puffing up.
"Who's dat? Cum oot!"
Venton stood, placing Vensk on the ground and dusted himself off. The old burn on his cheek was quite visible, and the other pink patch on his arm and hand could be noticed as well. Deadly reminders of his loss...
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Post by Zirin on Aug 1, 2012 11:08:13 GMT -4
Night had fallen not long ago, in fact the faintest light could still be seen despite the sun having passed behind the horizon, but it wasn't so strong as to hurt a wher's sensitive eyes, especially in the protective darkness of the forest.
A bronze-coloured wher, large, bulky and rather grumpy, stomped through the forest and was making quite the racket, all things considered. Despite numerous lessons and reprimands Korvisk had never quite put forth the effort into learning to walk quietly. As he saw it, the puny animals should hear him coming and run in fear, which was sadly the opposite of what the bronze's handler wanted.
Following at an almost lazy pace, a small white, tiny even for white standards, stepped quietly along the path left by her 'brother'. SillyBro must be quiet. Step light, no sound. When the bronze merely growled in response, Kosk made no hesitations before promptly thwacking the larger wher across the back of the knee. It didn't matter at all that Korvisk was almost three times her size, Kosk did not fear him. As expected though, the bronze whipped around as best he could to hiss menacingly, but Kosk acted as if nothing had happened and motioned for him to continue. Step light, SillyBro. She repeated, pleased when the bronze only grumbled to himself in response. Their handler and the canine that always accompanied him followed a short distance behind them, checking the various snares and traps he had laid the night before.
Suddenly Kosk stopped, her head held high as she listened and quickly passed on the thought that there was someone else in the area, prompting her handler to hurry up, and telling Korvisk to back down. The bronze had other plans however. If there was someone else here, someone that smelled like a wher, then Korvisk needed to investigate.
Smashing through the trees at a half-jog, the bulky male quickly stepped out into the clearing where Venton and his companions were. Growling deep in his throat, Korvisk raised his head as high as he could to show that he was large, strong and more intimidating than the little wher Vensk.
I Korvisk! You servant now. Bow before 'Visk and 'Visk spare life.[/i][/color] Kosk remained hidden in the bush, her white hide hidden only because of the lack of light. Normally she would reprimand her brother for such behavior, but for now it was necessary to discover if the other wher was a threat.
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Post by twitchie on Aug 1, 2012 14:07:25 GMT -4
Vensk perked up, his rear wagging in sheer excitement.
Friends. Friends come now! [/color]
But the opal stumbled back from the bronze.
Venton whirled around, looking to protect his beloved wher. But he wasn't so sure of getting into the bronze's way.
Vensk ducked his head, completely crestfallen.
Vensk don't see why me now serve. Big bronze not nice. Vensk not object, but Vensk not agree. Why not friendly? You look at Vensk like wolf look at rabbit. That not fair. Friends have fun. Friend be nice? Vensk not want fight or trouble! [/color]
The little opal had his tail dropped between his legs, his eyes fearfully gazing. His muzzle touched the dirt in submission...
Venton glared at the bronze.
"Dun't hurt me wher, he dun ya no harm."
The man felt scared. Vensk was his little innocent, annoying but beloved wher. He couldn't live without the opal.
"Call oof dat wher! We ain't 'ere to hurt ya..."
He sighed, looking around again.
"...please?"
He hated begging but this was too dangerous. Vensk depended on him!
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Post by Zirin on Aug 1, 2012 20:19:16 GMT -4
Korvisk growled low in his throat, though to the trained ear it would sound pleased, rather than aggressive. The puny weakling opal was submitting, even if he was trying to say otherwise. 'Visk not friend. 'Visk king, Visk master. Swear fealty to 'Visk, serve king. The bronze advanced, puffing out his chest to appear even larger. He would make this weakling and his human servants!
The sound of an object whistling through the air reached their ears moments before a heavy smack sounded, and Korvisk jumped ahead a foot before turning back to hiss at Kosk again, the white having slunk out of the bushes to assert her control over the bronze. Bad Korvisk. Not servant, friend. Play good.[/b][/color] She reprimanded, giving the bronze a smach across the snout with her trusty stick sword when he went to bite her.
It was, perhaps, rather amusing to watch the two; a tiny white and a muscular bronze having a staring contest as each tried to glare the other into submission. When neither seemed willing to back down, Kosk swiftly smacked her brother across the snout again, causing him to break eye contact and rub his nose into the ground, trying to make the stinging stop. Kosk was tough, fair, and not above cheating to keep him under control.
Ignore grumpy, harmless. Kosk boss, yes. Kosk friend. Kosk stepped towards them, pausing only long enough to shove her stick into the makeshift harness she wore; something her human had made her so she could carry her trusty sword around at all times. She stepped right past Vensk, her eyes whirling in curiosity as she stared up at Venton, her nose immediately pressing against the man's leg as she sniffed him.
Smell like Kosk's...[/b][/color] She commented before stepping back and turning her curious gaze up at Venton. She knew Hers would be there soon. She could feel him approaching, but as Kosk had made no mention of danger to him he was in no rush. Korvisk, meanwhile, watched for a moment before deciding that behaving was boring. VenskSlave. 'Visk hunger, bring food. Feed 'Visk.
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Post by twitchie on Aug 1, 2012 20:32:45 GMT -4
Vensk straightened up, looking at Kosk happily. Finally someone was friendly!!
Vensk like little friend. Vensk not like bronze. He like bad topaz, bossy and in face. [/color]
The opal felt alittle braver now.
Venton was surprised by the white, nearly jumping backwards.
"Ai smell 'ike yours? Dat good 'r bad?"
Vensk do I stink?
Not stink more than always. [/color]
Venton scratched at his neck, looking around again. Kico was uneasy, peeking from behind her master sheepishly. So many lumpy grisly creatures!!
Vensk shook his head.
Get youself. Big topaz-bronze plenty able. [/color]
The opal was prepared to leap out of the bronze's claws reach. His own chest puffed out a bit.
Friend Kosk play now? Teach mighty sticky-whacky-bronze-bum-kick skills?? [/color]
Vensk's rump wiggled again, making him look something like a bubbly suger-high puppy.
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Post by Zirin on Aug 7, 2012 8:47:51 GMT -4
As Vensk dared to oppose him, Korvisk let out a deep growl and approached. Kosk was off with the opal's handler and would be here to hit him with her stick like normal. Opening his jaws and dripping saliva, Korvisk stood over Vensk. VenskSlave bring food or 'Visk eat Vensk. He hissed, swiping with his large claws. It was a threat, more than a direct attack so it was unlikely to cause more than a scratch if it landed.
Kosk working. No time for play.[/b][/color] The white turned around to regard the other whers, her sharp mind judging them. She would gladly take control of Korvisk and ensure he didn't get carried away with things, but she couldn't do much of Vensk egged him on. Silly friend. Kosk's comes.[/b][/color] She added on, standing and moving towards a bush where, soon enough, the messy haired hunter stepped out.
"Wha'-in 'ell 'as y'all grumpy Meat-fer-brains?" He grumbled, giving a light slap to the bronze's rump, a 'hey I'm here' kind of thing. He glanced at the small opal wher, then to Kico as his own canine Gray approached her cautiously. Finally his eyes landed on Venton, and for a moment there was just his normal condescending sneer before a look of realization flashed through his eyes.
There was no way that this could be... his brothers and sisters had all passed away in the fire, hadn't they? But there was no mistaking the young man's appearance! He had to be! Korvin tried to swallow the lump in his throat, almost afraid to confirm, just in case his eyes were playing tricks on him.
"V... Venny?"
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Post by twitchie on Aug 7, 2012 12:56:44 GMT -4
Venton almost didn't turn to face the all too familar voice that scolded the bronze.
He stared at Vensk a long time, heart rate increasing by 3 times.
I'm hearing things.
Why Kosk's smell like Vensk's? [/color]
The opal squeaked at Korvisk's claws, jumping backwards a step. He hid behind Venton.
Venton was almost afraid to meet the man. He didn't want to look up and realize it was not Korvin, not his brother. That had happened so many times already... And each time the disappointment was worse..
You stare feet. Greet Kosk's! He look nice. [/color]
Venton's gaze stayed down until he heard the hesitant question. That... that couldn't be. That was a family name and... that was not...
His eyes snapped up toward the sound, staring at Korvin almost dumbly. How was this possible...?
He squinted, almost tempted to run at his eyes.
"...K..Korvin.."
Venton couldn't explain how weird it felt to say that name outloud again. It was so... strange.
But.. Korvin was dead... But, just like he had survived... perhaps...?
Vensk's confused. He not able connect how Kosk's live... Kosk's fear fire?
After being burned, Venton did fear fire. Quite to an extreme. He can't stand being near it, no matter how cold he is.
"Ai don't trust my own eyes."
Venton felt like he had to speak soft, so not to destroy the vision. It was so... real.
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