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Post by katluver458 on Oct 29, 2014 15:46:42 GMT -5
Emerson ' Nero' DonovanHe was growing more and more convinced that perhaps she should have left with her brother when he did, if things really were so terrible in her pridelands. Loyalty only got you so far, some bonds growing stronger than others over the years, that much was sure, but ultimately you had to balance your priorities between many different things. "Perhaps you should." He echoed with a shrug, a brief flicker of worry for her, should she make it out in less than stellar conditions. He wouldn't be there to vouch for her, after all. He could only wish her luck, if that's what she decided. "But only if that's what you feel is best. With certain people you meet, it might be good to repair ties. Other times, it's better to just cut them out of your life completely." And that went for the Crimsons as well. He recalled his encounter with Donato a good while ago, how they'd managed to clear the grievances between them. Well, him and his 'Dark' family line of Donovan's. Though he still couldn't bring himself much to trust DarkStar even after that. Then, he smirked a bit, giving a bit of a bow. "Don't worry too much about it, my dear. One day, you will find a fine beast to treat you better than anyone has before, better than you treat yourself. That's what everyone deserves."
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Post by Blair on Nov 14, 2014 14:14:47 GMT -5
Curse She nodded, thinking it would be for the best- for her and maybe even Yasha herself. Although, at this time, she wasn't totally convinced that it would come to pass. "Cutting ties seems so sad, though.." Of course, she was merely speaking about family and friends. Still, she understood that some relationships just aren't healthy.
Her ears flicked when Em said "my dear", although at first it surprised her she simply wrote it off as friendliness. She had no idea he could say something so sweet and romantic, she wondered for a second if he had really said it. "Yes, everyone deserves something special like that in their life." Curse then added, "No one was born to be alone, after all."
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Post by katluver458 on Nov 14, 2014 16:03:40 GMT -5
Emerson ' Nero' Donovan"It can be difficult, yes." He sympathized. While most would consider it an act of weakness, to put others before yourself or anything of that sort of like -- Especially with his lineage's lifestyle -- He wasn't heartless. Things changed, people changed. All the time. Sure it was a terrifying thing, depending, but it was just a fact of life. Good thing not much at all scared him anymore. He stopped, a rather chunky looking rabbit all at once darting out near right under their nose.
But he didn't give chase, not yet anyways. He'd offer to hunt here in a moment if she wished. The male found himself smiling again, foreign a short time ago, but growing more and more natural. Welcomed. "You're too kind. I don't consider myself down and out yet. I've got quite a few good more years in me to seek them out." No, he hadn't given up, he only had to put those sorts of endeavors aside for now. Perhaps soon though, if his luck managed to pick up.
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Post by Blair on Nov 27, 2014 2:14:41 GMT -5
Curse She realized that the scenery was becoming more and more familiar- she had come through here. Curse had lied when she said she was lost, of course, but she never expected to go back practically the same way she had come. Movement near her legs caused her to look down, right as a rabbit sped past. Well, that was one daring rabbit- as if it wanted to be chased! She couldn't help but think that it was a bit cheeky, too.
She almost ran after it out of impulse, but refrained- it would be rude to run off on her "guide". Ears flicked forward once he started speaking again. "No, no..I was just being honest." She told him, "That's the way Em, stay positive!"
Now, about that rabbit... She peeked around Em, wondering if it had left a trail. "Care for a snack?" She asked, smiling at Emerson as she caught the rabbit's scent.
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Post by katluver458 on Dec 18, 2014 18:29:29 GMT -5
Emerson DonovanSomething naggling inside told him that she probably wasn't being as truthful as she led to believe when they reunited again and started this trek earlier -- Call it a seasoned warrior's intuition -- But at the same time, he couldn't bring himself to be angry or disapproving of her choices and actions. He was coming to enjoy her company, and if she felt the need to make excuses to help herself sort things out, then who was he to reprimand her?
If it was the other way around, he'd probably do the same thing to try and spare making a fool of himself. Not that he'd be leaving anytime soon, Dante forbid. If ever! There was no need to go cavorting about deity's creation, his duties lay here.
Her attention was obviously grabbed as well when that daring little furball of vermin dared to seek shelter from two top-notch predators, instead of playing it safe and laying low, wait for them to pass...Well, it would be the prey's loss. "I'd be delighted." He grinned, eyes glittering as the prospect of a hunt sent that first shot of adrenaline up his spine, through his bones and in his ears. The deep crimson male was off like a shot, a light, playful growl in his throat, not wasting any time. And if time happened to get away from them? It certainly wouldn't kill anyone if he came home later than intended, yes? He'd just have to be sure to go on a patrol and a hunt before he made his way back home to make up for his lollygaging.
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Post by Blair on Dec 27, 2014 18:48:09 GMT -5
Curse As soon as he accepted her invitation to a hunt, he was off. She couldn't help but laugh lightly at his energy. Though, she was quite excited for the thrill of a hunt as well. She took off shortly after Emerson, catching up easily enough. The rabbit's scent was fresh, and its fear apparent in the air. It was unfortunate for the rabbit that they happened to need a little something to fill their bellies, but fortunate for them it had carelessly walked past them.
The bushes rustled to her right, making Curse immediately look in the direction- however it wasn't the rabbit that emerged, but a boar! Eyebrows raised in surprise, just as the boar squealed its own bewilderment. Though, it recovered fast enough- or perhaps it just didn't think about it- and charged forward, tusks hoping to skewer Curse. In turn, she quickly shoved Emerson out of the way had he not already dodged.
Safely out of the way, she inhaled deeply, hearing her heart race from the adrenaline. The boar continued on, squealing- it was obviously not up for a fight. It had likely attacked out of desperation. "Care to hunt for boar, or just continue on the rabbit's trail?" The boar was likely to fill them up more so than a rabbit- plus there was more meat to share between the two. Regardless of the decision, the more time it took, the colder both of their trails would get.
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Post by katluver458 on Jan 1, 2015 15:55:17 GMT -5
Emerson DonovanHunting instinct split down the middle when he was pushed out of the pig's line of fire, his tail lashed once, twice in consideration when it started running too, nose full of both scents, both trails that made his mouth water. With the pride on high alert, and him taking most of the border patrols instead of hunting, it wasn't like he was really letting himself at the killpile when he made it back to camp in the late afternoon, sometimes even closer to evening. He was just so tired, opting to go to bed hungry or with nothing but a light snack to hold him over. He could easily fill up on the boar, between the two of them no problem. It would certainly help give back some of his usual energy and fire, and Daemon needed that from him now more than ever.
So why was he still thinking about this? Time was of the essence when it came to dinner. "Boar." He finally decided with a sharp nod, hoping that was on her menu too, leaving the hare to mercifully hop another day. With a quick turnabout, he was heading the other way, keeping his eyes peeled for any kind of movement in the underbrush, ears pricked sharp to catch any kind of rustling or annoying squeals. "Did you see which way it went from here?" He murmured quietly, slowing down and into more of a crouch now, being oh so careful in case it happened to jump out at them again. It looked like it was full grown, judging by the tusks shoving out from the corners of it's bottom lip, so the last thing either of them needed was to get skewered.
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Post by Blair on Jan 1, 2015 16:14:42 GMT -5
Curse Curse nodded at Em's decision, glad for the choice of boar rather than rabbit. She ran alongside Emerson, chasing the scent as much as he was. When the trail went the trail went cold, Curse assumed they had missed a turn. She looked around, "I did not." She finally answered. Head lowered slightly as she pivoted her ears in an attempt to catch even the slightest sound.
Rustling from the right caught her attention and her head jerked almost immediately. Tusks emerged from the bushes and soon followed the rest of the boar. Curse swiveled around to face the creature, and then it charged. She immediately dodge to the right, but then pivoted herself forward. Claws emerged from her paws as she sprang forward, the boar squealed, and at last she had a hold of the boar. She then sank her canines into its thick neck, but the boar continued to thrash against her weight. It was obvious Curse needed a little help to put the creature down.
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Post by katluver458 on Jan 3, 2015 0:09:33 GMT -5
Emerson DonovanNo need to answer, dinner once more unceremoniously showed itself and his counterpart was on the offense before he could blink, taking it in her powerful jaws and only barely struggling just enough to need his help. He let out a low snarl, charging in on it's other side in an instant, taking hold of it's throat as well to speed up the process, one set of claws locked firmly in it's meaty shoulder while the other helped his back feet brace himself, so not to give the animal a chance to find purchase and turn around to fight back. The wild thrashing, growls and painful howling alike went on like this for what felt like forever. His muscles were aching, he could barely get enough air through his nose -- But eventually, the boar's fire was going out. Slowly but surely, it's sounds and movements slowed until it couldn't do much more than lay exhausted on the ground under their hold.
And in another instant, it was all over, a quick clean kill from them. No need to torture the poor creature after it knew it had lost. It's life would not be wasted, and judging by it's size, it probably had more than a few sows out there that would bear it's piglets when spring arrived. "Hah...Good job." He panted, letting go, taking a step back to sit down, shaking that one paw that somehow still managed to get stepped on by a sturdy hoof. "I've never had one fight like that before. They're getting smarter." The male laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. "Are you alright?" He offered, about as recovered as he was ever going to be, but not making any moves to take the first bite. Ladies first and all that. He was impressed, not just because that was one of the quickest hunts he'd ever been on, but because of how easily they seemed to work together already after only just getting to know eachother.
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Post by Blair on Jan 3, 2015 0:52:04 GMT -5
Curse Curse found the boar's thrashing to be little more than an annoyance. She kept well out of the way of its tusks, though the hooves were a bit more tricky to keep away from. If she didn't have Emerson, it was likely that the boar would have gotten away from her with some minor wounds. When it finally gave up, however, Curse couldn't help but feel relieved.
She nodded at Emerson, breathing heavily. "I've seen a few-" She glanced up to see him shaking his paw, yet he was asking if she was okay. "I'm fine, but more importantly what about you?" She asked, worried that he could have injured his paw. She came closer to inspect it, though she soon realized how useless her actions would be. She wasn't trained to be able to tell the extent of an injury, but she didn't notice any blood- so it couldn't be too bad, right?
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Post by katluver458 on Jan 5, 2015 22:37:12 GMT -5
Emerson DonovanPicking up the injury, he carefully wiggled each toe, unsheathed a claw one by one, only wincing just once more when he started trying to rotate the joint there that served as his 'ankle'. Or, well, since it was his front paw, you could call it a wrist. "I think it's just sprained. No worries, dearie. I'll have the healers or a nurse look at it when I return home." He promised, not wanting to cause her any unnecessary worry. She had bigger problems than just some old lone male. "Anyways, help yourself." He grinned, more than pleased with their catch. Too bad he couldn't be lucky enough to bring down something else this large for the pride on his own. Ah, well. He could make two trips. "In fact, I think there's a stream nearby too where we can clean up afterward." He shrugged.
He couldn't tell if she was, but he had thick Vampiric heritage in his blood, fourth generation or not, so the mess of a good hunt didn't bother him any. Who knows how he would be if he was KIller's grandson, or were more pure. Nevertheless, if anything it helped serve as another quick boost when he was getting weak and couldn't actually hunt anything proper. He'd only been that low once in his entire life, and he didn't plan on returning to that place ever again. Flopping down to his stomach, he eyed the still-warm meal expectantly, tail flicking idly. "So tell me. Where will you go from here?" He wasn't exactly trying to backtrack to the conversation they were having way earlier in this little outing, but he was curious. "Plan on returning home? Or perhaps seek out that brother of yours?" Em mused aloud. "Not that it's any of my business, but I'd like to know if you happen to pass by this way again." He shrugged not-so-innocently.
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Post by Blair on Jan 6, 2015 1:23:56 GMT -5
Curse She nodded, Right, of course, he has healers back in his camp. Perhaps I overreacted? Turning back to the boar and laying down next to it, appreciating Em's offer for her to eat first. She tore a piece of meat from its haunch, succulent and juicy as she had expected. Tail flicked, urging Em to eat with her- it felt weird to have someone waiting. Ears flicked at the mention of a stream, but she couldn't help but shrug. She didn't mind the mess, somehow it gave her a bit of satisfaction. She assumed that was thanks to her demon heritage. Regardless, she was more likely to lick herself clean than bother going to wash it off in a stream. When she finally finished chewing and swallowed, she spoke. "If you want to, I don't mind. I'm actually feeling a bit thirsty after all that." She nodded, it would be good to get a drink from the stream before continuing on their way.
Tearing off another piece of meat, this time from the ribs and enjoyed the tenderness of the meat. At Emerson's next words, she stopped chewing and looked over at him and swallowed. "I'll probably head home. If I catch any sign of Elliot from here to there, though, I'll go after him first." She told him, determined. Smiling at his next words, "Maybe I'll bump into you again on accident." Her words were a bit mischievous and flirtatious all at once, but she shrugged innocently as if she wasn't sure she would be visiting the Veldtlands. She enjoyed her time with Emerson- away from Asylum, and perhaps she found herself growing a bit fond of him too.
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Post by katluver458 on Jan 7, 2015 21:49:20 GMT -5
Emerson DonovanArmy crawling closer to her and the prey on his belly, he tucked into it quickly, making a rather sloppy mess of it at first -- Only then did he remember his manners again, pulling away to lick at his whiskers, giving a mute, apologetic shrug before going at it again. Once he'd filled up enough and swallowed, not so brutish to talk with his mouth full, Dante forbid! did he try to talk again. "We'll do as you wish, then. You're the guest here after all, I'm merely the escort and entertainment." The red male smirked. The Kings would surely have his head if they heard he was treating a stranger...No, a would-be trespasser of all things so well! But she technically never actually made it to the border, right? No rules were broken, though when he made it back, he would at least inform Daemon of his time spent with the female. He wouldn't bother to mention her name. Not yet, at least. He had to know first, and it was still much too soon. Two chance meetings does not a friendship make. Besides, as a link to the outside world to spread the word, with only a few ties to keep her locked to one specific area, surely their chats like this would be encouraged?
Feeling much better now after almost gorging himself, there was a satisfied bump to his belly, and he set about washing for a bit now, his face, his paws, his chest, a lazy sort of purr starting up in the back of his throat, eyes half-lidded and gaze kept in her general direction to show that he was still listening and she was free to go ahead and talk. She caught onto his last little quip there rather quickly, and he gave another wicked little grin, a flash of the fangs before he set back to work. "Maybe you will, then. And I'll certainly look forward to it if you do." Emerson promised, already counting the days. She was something else, and he hadn't decided if he liked the fact that he couldn't quite figure her out or not. She was like a puzzle or something, with the little things she said or did sometimes only confusing him more. Not to say she was complicated! She's always been straightforward so far, but it was hard to put into words just what exactly was beginning here. It was so different than anything else he's been through in his entire life. So maybe it wouldn't take long to solve the riddle, or maybe it would, but he figured it would be a new adventure worth having, and as long as she would continue to have him like this, he didn't plan on turning away.
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Post by Blair on Jan 15, 2015 13:41:04 GMT -5
Curse Curse ate her fill, observing Emerson as he tore at the pig. Escort and entertainment, huh? She wondered if Emerson treated every passerby encroaching on the pride's territory the same as he was treating her now. Perhaps because he just didn't perceive her as a threat? Because she was with another pride? The reasons were endless, really, and Curse couldn't guess which one was right. No matter the reason, she was glad that he was being so hospitable.
She then set to cleaning her fur, though the blood was hardly noticeable against her black and crimson fur. She was glad she wasn't the only one that looked forward to their meetings. For her, it was always a chance to vent some of her frustrations. Perhaps it was easier for her to do since Emerson is an outside party- he has nothing to do with Stygian or its members, as far as Curse knows at least. Once she had finished cleaning herself, she looked over at him. "Shall we get going, then?" She started to stand, pausing "Want to visit the stream for a drink?" She wondered, being rather thirsty herself she would welcome the detour.
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Post by katluver458 on Jan 19, 2015 1:05:56 GMT -5
Emerson DonovanThe peaceful moment or two of silence between them passed easily, rolling over to scratch his back in the welcomed roughage of the fallen leaves, a satisfying crinkle and snap under red fur. Once he was satisfied he'd gotten rid of whatever creepy crawly was on him, he stood, giving a mighty shake and a nod. "Of course. We can cover this first or," He paused, thinking it over. "Well. I would say you could take it with you, but I'm not sure where you plan on camping for the night. Won't do any good to drag it for very far in the dirt." He decided with an idle grunt, eventually giving a shrug. "Nothing to do for it but leave it here, I suppose. There's not much left anyways, so I doubt it'd be much good for the pride. Maybe the mothers and cubs, but that's it." And that was that. If she said it was alright for him to take it back to camp, then he would. If not, oh well. The scavengers could finish off what measly strips were still on it's hide.
The Donovan lifted his chin, sickly yellow eyes narrowed as he tried to catch the scent of fresh water. "The stream is over that way. It's fairly wide, but it's not as deep as it looks. The deer like to migrate in that direction for the good grazing on the other side, to raise their fawn in the spring. That's how I found it the first time, if memory serves." He gestured to where the sun was slowly starting to sink down in the west. It would still be daylight for a good while longer yet, but there was no time to delay. Other predators more dangerous than some overgrown warthog liked to come out at night, and even he would rather not have to tangle with them if he had to.
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