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Axel. :D Changed: all welcome. PRIVATE FOR MARS. XD
Oh, this wasn't good.
He had heard his parents talking about the tenseness between the Silver Creek and Nova Mountain packs way back when, way back when he was scarely young enough to walk and talk. Now, things were growing more and more intense. Hearing tales of a red-eyed shadow in the Creek's lands and stirring up all sorts of demonic trouble wasn't enough, of course; Arsenio just had to go and shake some things up himself.
The Creek lands were strange and alien compared to the rocky heights of Nova Mountain, so he tread lightly, keeping his step and looking around cooly. He was here on... diplomatic reasons. Yes, diplomatic. The diplomatic... Medic Apprentice. Sure; that's believable.
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Mars sniffed the air once, then again, and rolled his eyes. A Novian wolf, and rather too close to Mars to be outside the border, judging by the scent's strength. Why, oh why, did they have to make it difficult? As if there wasn't plenty of drama to go around. With a sigh and a headshake, the Guardian left at a gentle lope to investigate.
The first sight of the wolf caused him puzzlement. It was a pup, possibly around his own son's age, and with a vaguely familiar look and smell about him. How did he know this young interloper? Then as he cut in front of the other wolf, he realized just who it was, and fought the urge to groan.
"Evidently, you're not very happy living on the mountain," he said sarcastically. "Since you continuously leave it and get yourself into mischief." And it always happens to include me, eh? he thought, but didn't add on. "So tell me, oh Prince Arsenio of Nova Mountain, to what do I owe Your Majesty's visit?"
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This is going to be good. >)
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Oh, shoot.
If there was one wolf in the entire Creek that he did not want to meet up with right here, Mars would be the one. Still remembering the vague memories of being caught wandering slightly outside Novian borders and then being carried back to his daddy, the look that he gave the old 'enemy' was a rather sarcastic one within itself. It quickly shifted, however, looking much more suprised.
"The Mountain isn't always as interesting as other places," the Plebeian said tentatively, his face brightening when he thought of another comment. "Definately not as interesting as the Creek, I bet." His innocent tone overlaid the hidden swipe at the pack. You guys willing to attack another Novian and deepen the situation a bit more? he thought venomously.
Re-enter helpless, innocent child. "And I'm here b'cause I've never been here before; that's it. Bein' curious a crime?" — yes, when you're breaking rules — "B'sides, I'm here on dipl'matic terms, 'nyway."
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Mars was a peaceful wolf, really he was. But that didn't mean he was incapable of stinging wit, and when the pup decided to try his own hand at it, well, Mars wasn't going to let him get away without learning a few things about insults.
"Well," he said, in a tone that implied a large amout of doubt, "I beleive that when one comes on diplomatic terms, it is customary to let someone in the pack you're visiting know you're there." He sniffed disdainfully. "You're not too big for me to carry yet," he pointed out, sneaking in a not-so-veiled barb about their last little incident. He flicked his tail irritatedly. "If you were curious, why, you should have announced yourself and you could've gotten the grand tour. As it is, I'm inclined to assume that you're up to no good." Perfectly reasonable, aye? "Go home."
Was that so much to ask? That the pup just go back to his boring little mountain and get on with whatever asinine things he did there? There was already enough tension between their respective packs that they didn't need Mars being accused of meanness to a puppy.
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"Yes, but declaring my presence in such a loud way would be annoying and rude," — what do you call this?! — "So I decided to be a bit more subtle in my approach." Well, at least he thought that he was being somewhat believable. In the land where a child's logic prevailed, Arsenio might stand a chance in a verbal dispute between Mars. In today's modern world where the word of an adult was law over the next generation, however, he was a footsoldier against a general.
"When I was three months old, I couldn't fight back," the eldest Phase kid muttered under his breath, still not entirely wanting to review that situation. He flicked an honest ear at the Guardian's comment, feigning looking hurt. He was pretty good at acting, too, so it nearly looked genuine. "Up to no good? What would I possibly do here?" Pull up some of your bushes, toilet paper some of your dens? Right.
Arsenio gave one last frown to the last comment. "Go home and not get to see anything more? You trying to make me come back?" That would certainly increase his curiousity by a hundred percent. What, was the Creek pack building a huge death ray to blow the Nova Mountain up with?! Arsenio wanted to see!
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Mars was not going to waste time arguing with an insolent little puppy. He was correct in the statement that Arsenio wasn't yet too big to be carried--it wouldn't be easy, but if he had to, he would forcibly evict the pup. Since he wasn't going to argue anyhow, though, he rather ignored most of what the urchin said, though he curled a lip in disgust at the little threat of coming back. Oh, of all the horrors. Mars would just sic Sphinx on him, or maybe The Devil, if he felt really cruel.
"Go," he repeated, "Or I'll make you." Gods, was he talking softly, or was the youth just hard of hearing? Or perhaps more than a little bit stupid? Just leave, little Prince, the Guardian willed him. Keep both of them out of trouble for a little while longer.
What would he do if the whelp didn't leave, though? If he did have to drag him out of the creeklands? Well, he wouldn't just let him off that easy. If the pup was going to be that irritating, Mars would have to march him all the way to Nova Mountain yet again. This time, though, he wouldn't call the boy's father. He'd call Sinistra. Take that, Your Highness.
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Arsenio had recently, after meeting Quint from Mount Shadow, been toying with the idea of stress and the "fight or flight" options of responding. It was a sound idea that someone had thought up and, as Mars and he stared independantly, waiting for each other to crack, Arsenio started to weigh his own options. In this age-dominated world, he had no chance with fighting. But with flight...
He made up his mind on a split second, right after Mars' last command slipped from him. Giving the Guardian a sly look, he then broke off suddenly, running as fast as his lanky legs would take him. He was running in the direction that Mars would've liked, which was towards home — no, he was running deeper into Silver Creek lands.
He wasn't sure if Mars was fast enough to catch up with him, but he assumed so. He fervently hoped that his jump start would keep him at a comfortable head-off in the chase, if the chase even developed at all. In any case, Arsenio blindly plunged into the foreign and forbidden packlands, running as though the hounds of hell were snapping at his heels.
In his opinion, one of them was.
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Mars was being to feel like Sphinx was very justified in her frustration with Nova Mountain. If they were all blundering idiots like this pup, Silver Creek didn't stand a chance of winning with them--they were too unpredictable, as frustrating as a novice player in chess is to a master player. The moves the novice makes are so abstract and unforseeable that the master can't develop a strategy to counter them, and thus the beginner wins.
Arsenio took off at high speed, but Mars followed at a more tranquil one. He could outrun a Mountain brat anyday, and besides, he knew the terrain. It wasn't hard to choose a shortcut and listen for the trespassing youth's footfalls (loud as he was being, it was ridiculously easy to track him). A carefully-timed leap from the underbrush brought him right in the young male's path, only a pace or two ahead of the boy, with a forbidding snarl on his lips.
"Fine," he snapped. "March, Prince, unless you want your tail bitten off. You're going home, and I'm coming with you."
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This = one of the coolest, fastest threads ebar.
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Very nearly missing tripping in unseen rivulets and depressions in the alien enviornment, Arsenio soon realized that he couldn't sense the Guardian pursuing him from behind. He slowed, looked behind him, and then looked back to the front, barking in suprise as the Guardian presented himself to him from the front. Flickering his ears to the back of his head and putting on a rather indignant look on his juvenile face, he listened half-way to Mars' words, finally figuring out that he didn't really have any other option.
I'm having some serious deja vu, the youth thought as he started to plod back the direction he came, knowing that the furious Creeker would be right behind him all the way. Bested in every way made him feel even more discouraged. He couldn't wait to be grown up, so he could be more of a chance against wolves like Mars. Better yet, he couldn't wait for more disputes in this war between Silver Creek and Nova Mountain — it'd just be more times that he could try and get back at this peculiar incident.
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I beleive we can go ahead and continue this in NM. :)
Mars lifted his head smugly as the boy finally gave in and trudged back in the direction of the towering mountain. Rebellious puppies needed to learn their lessons, didn't they? He didn't exactly want to be mean, but all wolves had to learn to respect borders and respect pack members and respect their elders.
He couldn't imagine that Sinistra would disagree with him, especially as the other Novians seemed to be avoiding the Creek like the plague lately. Perhaps Arsenio was breaking an edict not to visit the Creekers? Mars wanted to smirk at that, because if that were what had occured, he was sure Arsenio would be at Sinistra's tender mercies. And while Mars held respect for the ebony alpha, the Novan leader had a reputation for nastiness.
"Tell me," he said as they walked, "What is the word on the Mountain? Why is there this tension, according to you all?" He was genuinely curious to these questions, but wanted to know, too, if they had been forbidden from coming to these packlands. They were about halfway there, and he had only a limited time to learn of it.
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One more round, then NM.
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He hated it when he lost, but he guessed most did. But who was he to be fighting an adults' war? In the ways of experience and strength, Mars outdid him at all turns. Except...
He hatched a plan. Keeping his impish face to the front and away from Mars' line of view, Arsenio silently wished for the best to happen along with it when they returned to the Mountain. His mission here was to stir up some trouble and he had had it. Funny, though; if Mars hadn't shown up, his mission would've failed and he would've trudged back home, disgruntled. But the fact that he had showed up made the whole thing sweeeter.
Oh, and now the youth's enemy was interrogating him? He toyed with the idea of giving the Guardian the cold shoulder on it all, but he decided against it. What would the faults of the Creeker's pack do? "Well, since Nova Mountain's been around things have never been right between us and you guys," Arsenio said haughtily, the stereotypical comments pretty hard to tolerate for the opposited side. "Trespassing, not showing respect for residents, and the like. But a recent event topped it all off — a black-furred Creeker with red eyes went and randomly attacked one of our more prominant members! That pulled the final straw for Sinistra, and now our disputes aren't in the shadows 'nymore."
Nova Mountain was fast approaching for the journeying wolves, and Arsenio smiled secretively. Revenge, as he planned it, would be oh so sweet.
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Mars was quite uninterested in the history lesson he was recieving, but when the words "black-furred Creeker with red eyes" came up, Mars actually did groan aloud. Damnit! he thought furiously, wanting to find 'Ra' then and there and demand an explanation. Still, he would deal with the demon later, or perhaps simply tell Sphinx what he'd learned and let her deal with it. She'd like to know, he was sure. Apparently there was no love lost between the ebony wolf and the ivorn alphaess.
"Well," he said decisively, "I can't say I support any of his actions, as he's no friend of mine, but that still gives you no right to come traipsing on our lands."
With a little nudge to tell the pup to pick up the pace, the Amar led his charge back to Nove Mountain for the second time in his life.
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