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Bronx ascended the steep slope, his large paws feeling every portion of the rock beneath him, and he balanced on the jagged peak momentarily before leaping from the top and landing with a sprightly bound. He then fell into a leisurely stride, paws moving with rangy precision. His dark features appeared toneless for a moment, then a swift, faint but handsome smile made it known that he was most certainly in a very positive mood… either that, or something had just occurred to him that happened to amuse him somewhat.
It had been only a couple of days since the pain in the foreleg had reached such great extents that he had become utterly delirious and he had rested until the pain had slowed. Even now he was taking it very easy and, to his infinite but dignified bliss, the pain had stopped almost completely.
Yet still the very tall black wolf walked with an elegant limp, but it didn’t bother him. So in his rare mood, Bronx patrolled the borders through the late afternoon, pausing at the top of a rocky slope and gazing with interest at the view one could see from here. It was of the lands beyond Whisper Forest (or at least a portion of it), where there were apparently a number of “strange” wolves there. Once more, fiery eyes glittered with amusement. “Strange”, hah. No doubt they were just pretentious. Nevertheless, it was a case that Bronx was keen enough to gain more knowledge of.
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Sorry for the delay! ^^, perhaps I could include the raging creature in the second post... I wasn't sure if you wanted it to come in now, or later... EDITED. Sorry about that, hope it's better!
A month or so had passed since Kimoto even bothered to bring himself close to the borders of Nova Mountain. It wasn't simply for the fact that Nova Mountain and Silver Creek barely got along, but because the male couldn't find himself meeting face to face with him. The promise he had made sounded almost too real to break, and though Kimoto often found himself being a proud and unnerving male, something about the glare Bronx, the male in question, had given him, shook him up a bit. Those jaws, that strength, it was a bit too much for the medium height, fairly thick mexican male to handle. Though that didn't mean Kimoto wouldn't, and couldn't, try to defend himself if the imbecile, and hostile of wolf that Kimoto dispised tryed making his promise come true. kill me my ass! he thought, chuckling at the idea as he crossed the border from Silver Creek, seeping deeper onto the outskirts of Nova Mountain, probably to one of the many places Bronx visited on his course of duty. Though, this far out, he'd be surprised if he'd even be here.
He hadn't been this far on the west coast of Nova Mountain before, and his nose had even decieved him, for Kimoto, the brave and forever loyal male still hadn't caught whiff of the predator lurking in the shadows a mile or so away from where he currently roamed. The male couldn't see the danger he was getting himself into, and further more, didn't know that soon the black brute he swore he'd never seek friendship from would come to his side a short while after the Mountain Lion's hostile entrance.
Though, as usual, Kimoto was much too into his own thoughts to focus on something so small as a Mountain Lions warning scent, and thus continued forth, blues keeping a sharp eye on something black, just in case Bronx decided to come sneaking up on him, and try to take his life by force. The male could well be capable to, for the scar upon his nape showed a great deal of what the brute could force if Kimoto wasn't aware. Wincing at the thought, he was glad the injury had healed a good amount, and the fur had mostly covered it's presence, it's billowing bristles waving in the wind as he picked up his pace, stepping over rocks and increasing his breathing and movement when it called for a steep incline. If anything the male sure was getting an exercise. Little was to be known if the male could place his muscles to use for the large predator slinking in the area now of about a hundred meters or more.
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The west of Nova Mountain remained a thoroughly versatile landscape, relatively low until one wandered a bit further outside the territory and into the deepened mountain range. The evening threatened to arrive but was shunted away again by the reinforcement of the sun’s white light and the pack’s Guardian glanced briefly up at the sky, realising that it was early enough to continue his trek further into the outside of the territory.
It was then that he smelt two very unwelcome scents. One was that of a male mountain lion that was slinking a little too close to the packlands for the Guardian’s liking, and even from this distance he could sense that it was effected by something… delirious; insane; perhaps rabid. So Bronx moved closer, but carefully. The next scent that was very unwelcome was that of Kimoto who, like the big cat, was too close to the territory for comfort. They had met briefly near Whisper Forest and then their association went rapidly downhill as Kimoto watched him sleeping and then for some reason decided to literally stalk him to the Mount Shadow borders and make various rude and aggressive comments.
Then it had been Bronx in the wrong when he had attacked Kimoto a while later, but he had been ill… very ill. He had mistaken Kimoto for someone else (an old enemy called Quire), but instead of actually turning round and saying actually, I’m not Quire, the idiot had just fought back turning it into a real brawl.
And now he – or rather “it” – was daring to go near the Guardian’s territory and Bronx licked a jutting fang briefly, remembering the taste of the other man’s blood.
First things first, though. Neither Kimoto nor the lion would be able to sense him nearby due to the direction of the wind, but Bronx soon realised that the lion was nearer than he thought. He could now see Kimoto but ignore him, his fiery glare set on the lion that had not yet spotted him. Bronx’s imposing muscles strained as he dipped his body slightly, frozen as he awaited the lion’s next move. |
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Good thing this wasn't for the MRC, or I would feel horrible XD. I took so loong to reply to this!
It seemed that winds whipping in at such high speeds lured Kimoto farther away from the Western side of Nova Mountain, and much closer to the likes of the wolf eating Lion. The winds too fooled his nose into believing that things were safe, and little did he know, the two enemies he was hoping not to encounter were closing in on him as I type.
Blues were brought over the swaying tree tops of the flow forming naked trees, this sight was a signal of the approach of winter months, and the Mexican male shivered after a thought of the amount of trauma he'd go through after freezing his butt off. He disliked snow, loved leaves, and within seconds collective memories of what he'd cherished most about the fall season clouded his mind. And again, he was lost within his own thoughts. A terribly thing to happen with enemies so close...
He didn't know an impact like this could hurt so badly, though teeth were bared the instant he felt the cat latch on to his rump area, causing him to crash with as much force as the lion could muster to the ground. Wrestling was issued as the lion attempted to keep Kimoto down, though, with fire burning within him, he didn't dare let the cat too close to his sensitive areas. Yet he had lost a good amount of fur, claws could be felt every so often, as a yelp of pain was let out. I'm dead! he thought, feeling himself growing weak with each outlash the cat gave.
Seconds passed, before he was able to get himself apon all fours. He was bleeding from an area yet detected, and the pain was still numb as he snarled. Stepping back from the deadly cat as it eased toward him, roaring in a manner that suggested he wanted dinner, and would do anything to get it.
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Bronx glared, frozen, at the battling figures; the strong, strapping figure of the Silver Creek wolf and the burly, rapid feline body of the mountain lion. The latter was clearly forcing itself to attack Kimoto via its disease. A huge sense of déjà vu hit Bronx – this was just like the fight that he and Kimoto had had a long while ago. If only Kimoto had simply said his name; then they would be on better terms than the enemy status they were at now. Even Kimoto had to admit his own extreme idiocy in that situation. And if he couldn’t, then his lack of brains was almost shocking. “Quire”, Bronx had been constantly saying during that fight; “Quire!” Kimoto had just had to correct him… but he hadn't.
The Guardian found himself shaking his head gently in annoyance of that day long ago. But soon he jolted back to reality, because the mountain lion paused and turned from its Kimoto-shaped feast and its feverish eyes planted themselves on Bronx. Bronx subconsciously drew up to his quite formidable height, tempting the lion to run… but it didn’t. Instead, it leered at him. Bronx knew that if he made any sharp movements, it would attack him… so he went into the fight.
Leaving Kimoto to get himself out of his own mess, Bronx took a few frighteningly swift strides forward, growling deeply, and dug his claws into the lion’s haunch – his aim was to frighten and hurt it enough so that it would submit and leave. But the lion whipped round from Kimoto, snarling, and threw its jaws towards Bronx’s black chest…
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As the incident with Bronx, the male felt his energy begin to drain, and with a deep inhale, his legs gave way. He'd fainted, and without much energy left to fight off the cat, was sure he'd be dead by now. No need to tell Sphinx just how he died, all she needed to know was that he died trying to save himself, and hoped his pups would know that their father was a brave and strong male. I'll miss you! he though, body becoming stiff, mind unaware of the event that would take place moments after he'd passed.
As soon as his body hit the ground, the large black male came into the scenery; his enemy and perhaps his friend after such a near death experience the two were facing. Little did he know that Bronx had come into the area, attacked the wild cat, and attempted to drive it away from Novian lands, and the limp Kimoto that layed but a couple meters from the fight. He was still as dead to the world as before. His mind was struggling to bring his weak body back to life.
Come on Kimoto, wake up your family needs you it attempted to argue Don't give this cat a days worth of triumph over you again, nothing, but it didn't give up Think of Sphinx, your unborn litter, your pack... and with a start the male's leg twitched, his ears perked, and suddenly his torso lifted. What would Bronx say, your such a weakling! it continued to taught the waking male, and with another start, his eyelids lifted. Revealing dazed blues.
He hadn't been out long, perhaps a minute or two, and as he stood, trying to regain his mind, and his posture, he watched as the large black male and the cat fought, and within wincing, watched as it's mighty jaws were brought toward the black male's chest. Come on Kimoto! GET UP! and he found his strength, legs were able to withstand his weight, and luckily, the blood that had been flowing early had slowed, easing out only slightly.
With a snarl, anger within his blues, he ran toward the attacking cat. With his attention on Bronx, the mexican male was able to make contact to its body easily, teeth were brought to it's shoulder area, clenching on to its tough bone, and ripping through flesh as it did so. His aim was to weaken it. And with Bronx's help, he was sure the cat would have no option but to retreat, or die.
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In the nick of time, Bronx dodged back from the cat’s movement with such suddenness that his black fur seemed to move after his muscles, settling back down on his body as he moved back. Despite this last-second dodge, the feline had marked three cuts over his powerful chest that he took with a loud growl, teeth bared brutally as he went straight back in for the attack.
This time, the form of Kimoto was by his side, the pair of them moving as automatic multiple-wolves-against-the-attacker would, as if they were on a hunt. The mountain lion’s diseased eyes flared as any battle tactics it had vanished as now two strong wolves were upon it, and it simply lashed and struggled like an angry child in the hold of its mother. Even in amongst its fever, the mountain lion could tell that it was defeated. Ducking against the ground, it froze for a split second, saliva dripping from its disease-ridden maw, and dashed away, bloodied and bruised.
Bronx moved back and let it run. Whether Kimoto would or not was another matter entirely.
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He was surprised to find that Bronx hadn't endured much damaged, even after the cat had turned full force toward him. Perhaps Kimoto had underestimed him a month or so ago when he'd tried battling the large black male himself.
But as his teeth made contact, he was filled with excitement. He wanted more, and within time, continued his attacking system, stopping only when the feline fell within the midst of the two large males. It was apparently ready to give up, yet Kimoto wasn't sure if he wished to let it go so easily.
Feeling the sharp pain on his rump again, he remembered his wound, where the cat had initionally attacked and thought against it. He didn't wanna sink deeper into a fight that could be resolved with a retreat. While panting heavily, mouth riddled with blood, he stepped back, blues tracing the outline of the fleeting lion. It was amazing how quickly the fight had escaladed, and even more so how short it lasted. With a lick given to clean his maw, he turned toward his fighting companion. Unsure of what to make of the situation since Bronx was, as far as he knew, out to kill him. Thats what he said before they departed after their meeting.
Again, his hindleg throbbed, and he settled onto his haunch, easing the tension, and letting go of some of the weight. "Damn cat, came out of nowhere" he mumbled, turning his head to stare at his injury. The claws hadn't went too deep, but one thing was for sure, he'd have to undergo more waiting for it to heal.
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Bronx’s fierce gaze followed the mountain lion until it disappeared into the distance, then his attention turned to the slight stinging of his chest. They were very minor wounds and he had done well to dodge such a sudden attack. Dipping his dark muzzle considerably, he ran his tongue briefly over the cuts in order to clean them. They weren’t deep at all and wouldn’t leave scars.
As for the mountain lion, Bronx knew that it would die eventually. It seemed ill; rabid, even, which was why it had attacked. Perhaps it would have been more merciful to put it out of its misery, but it was still a very strong, fully-grown, insane wild animal; it was more effort than it was worth.
And as for Kimoto... he went ignored.
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His words had gone unnoticed, and quite honestly he couldn't care less. Bronx wasn't his friend, wasn't a comrad of his, and furthermore, only did him justice of helping to run off the Lion. All deeds were thanked, especially after he did his own share of getting the lion off of Bronx.
Lifting slowly, he shook his coat, blood had long since began to dry on his hindleg, and he was grateful. So much loss his body had endured, he was suprised he was still healing like he had when he was a youngster. Gaze cautiously drifted toward the large black male, and he shook his head. So stubborn Bronx was at times, he wondered just how the male managed to get through life sometimes. "Erm..." he tried forcing words, but failed miserably. Perhaps it was the fact that Bronx dared not to acknowledge his presence which caused him to lose his concentration.
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Not at this point – nor indeed any point – did Bronx act like a stubborn little child. It was not as if Kimoto and he were wanna-be macho teenagers who had fallen out and didn’t know how to say sorry. It wasn’t as if Bronx was a Poet-like youth who wanted to just avoid trouble and say things without hurting anyone. And it certainly wasn’t as if Bronx cared. After all, he was far from stubborn – stubbornness was when one avoided doing something for other reasons than logic. And the ex-Guardian was quite literally a commander of logic.
And his logic went thus: he didn’t like Kimoto. He didn’t care about him. He didn’t think about him – ever. So why should he sit here and chat?
Bronx had finished cleaning any excess blood from his chest and turned to go, but paused in movement as Kimoto proceeded to say something. “Yes?” he replied tonelessly. |
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That stare, the stare that had gotten Kimoto back at the edge of Mount Shadow, proceeded to stop him in his words further. And he could do nothing but ease his glance from Bronx. Perhaps he was better off just walking away from the situation, it wasn't as if Bronx was in need of his thanking, he was sure the male hadn't done it to save his life. It was probably all in the sake of Nova Mountain...
"Thanks..." he finally managed. He was prepared for the correct reason Bronx had helped to drive the lion away. It wasn't because he was saving Kimoto's hide, it was because he was used to guarding his homelands, and he was sure, if they had been in unclaimed lands, that Bronx would have looked, smirking at most, to what Kimoto was getting. The thought brought his face to a blank. What was he thinking? Bronx didn't like him, he didn't like Bronx, the two couldn't ever be friends right?
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There were a number of things the two of them could pick apart here. On one side, Kimoto had been attacked and Bronx had probably saved him a lot of damage. On the other side, Bronx only did it because for one the mountain lion was too near Nova Mountain for comfort, and for another it saw him first and attacked him first. Next, on one side Kimoto had attacked the mountain lion (thus saving Bronx injury) when he could have just lain there, safe from the beast, but on the other side, the lion would have attacked Kimoto anyway. Indirectly, they had not done what they had done for one another.
Yet still it was apparently the right moment to pretend that they had been working together for one another, so Bronx added, out of courtesy, “ditto,” before he glanced swiftly and automatically up towards the sky, determining the time, before his fiery gaze landed back on Kimoto. “You’re a bit close to Nova Mountain territory; so you’re going to have to turn back.” |
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I suppose we'll end it here? And the thread was fun ^^
Words! It had shocked Kimoto first, but as ears perked, he focused his attention on the Novian. Bronx was actually speaking to him, and without a hint of distaste (and if it was, he held it well) in his voice. It seemed the males had accomplished something (besides saving eachother lives) they had gained respect for each other. And this Kimoto dipped his head to. The thanks was enough for Kimoto to know that the black males words of promise, months ago of course, had been abandoned. And he was glad.
Again he shook, simply to get the bit of debri from his pelt, before he nodded. It hadn't occured to him how close the lion had knocked him toward the Nova Mountain borders. "I'll be on my way then, Bronx" he added, his tail flicked as he turned on his toes, walking slowly back toward the homelands he grew to call his abode.
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Yep; see you next time. :)
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Bronx waited until Kimoto had spoken and dipped his grey/brown head (it seemed that the Nova Mountain wolf had gained the respect of the judged fool that had needlessly fought him when he had been ill), though Bronx offered no such gesture in return. His thoughts of Kimoto (if any) were still exactly the same as they had been before; except that this time, he allowed himself to abandon his promise that he would rip this guy’s head off whenever they came within half a mile of one another.
Breakthrough!
And with that, a supposed tiny little stitch of Nova Mountain and Silver Creek, Bronx moved back towards the borders and the nearest stream; there was a scent of diseased mountain lion about him. |
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