New to the Wild(Anyone)

[Yang]

The hellion sighed as she kept her pace, a quick trot. Her long fur bouncing a bit as she trotted, her black fur making her hard to see in this darkness known as nighttime. She then stopped when she came to a river. She had seen only puddles before, on the days her master would walk her and it had rained earlier that day or before that day. But those days were long gone now. Her master's betrayal was burned into her mind, and she had gotten back for it.

A smile appeared on her maw again as she thought of that day. Heheh, too bad it ended so soon. She wanted to do more damage. After all, look at what she was now, because of them. She then moved to the bank of the river, then taking a few steps forward, submerged her paws in the water and lowered her head to drink. Her long legs making her have to spread her legs a bit, almost like a giraffe, so she could drink the cold water.

She drank deeply, then once done, lifted her head and straightened her legs up again. She was new to this 'freedom', as she had heard it called before. But her stomach rumbled. She had fulfilled her thirst, but what about her hunger? She had been used to getting a bowl of dog food everyday, but now there was no one to give her that. How would she hunt? How would she live? Could she live? Could she learn to hunt? She could only find out by trying.

She then put her nose to the ground, her legs spread apart like a giraffe's again. She was sniffing for any scent such as a rabbit's or just about anything would satisfy her hunger right now. Yeah, just about anything.

[River]

((I'm gonna feel so guilty after this one... >.>))

Fortunately for the hungry hellion, there happened to be a certain piece of "anything" laying around, namely, stretched out on the river bank perhaps four or five leaping bounds to her right. It didn't look like anything worth eating, despite its size. It was mostly skin and bones, and maybe some wiry, spotted fur, but not much else. Perhaps fifty pounds when soaking wet, not even a day's worth of meat. But, whatever it was, it appeared to be dead, from afar or up close, meaning it'd be in no hurry to escape an on-coming predator or ensue any sort of chase. An easy meal, no matter how small.

However, on closer inspection, it was definitely not something worth eating. It smelled of rotting flesh as the wind blew over ever motionless orephus, wafting the stench further upstream and into the nostrils of any observer. Even from afar, it's spotted fur looked matted and dirty, particularly where it was collected and knotted up around the base of what appeared to be a metal nob or barbell sticking out of the chest and sides. The water that soaked its form to the bone didn't seem to improve things at all, tinging the sandy coat a darker almost poo-like brown and doing nothing to wash the numerous blood stains away. The ones on its dark ears, the base of its tail (the lower portion of which was still submerged in the nearby water), the ones in the fur around the metallic protrusions, even some apparently fresh stains around a heavy metal collar and covering all of what could be seen of its hind legs were unphased by the water.

Odd behavior for a mere stain....

((Sucks. -_- Rivy-kins deserves so much better. Meh poor puppeh. Got attacked by a fresh-water shark, he did. ;.)

[Yang]

((Aww, poor River. =( ))

Yang kept on sniffing, but jerked her head up as a smeel that wasn't too good reached her nose. "By whatever is above! What is that smell!" She hollered at no one in particular. Such a nasty, and disgusting smell it was. Rotting flesh, oh one of the worst scents on earth for a hellion who had a good sense of smell. She then decided, maybe she could go check it out. Maybe there would be another thing, hungrier than her eating whatever she smelled, and she would prey on that. After all, eating something that smelled that bad wouldn't be too good for her health now would it?

She kept on sniffing the air, and following the disgustiing stench. Her pace was quick, after all if something was there it woudn't stay too long, now would it?

Once within five feet of where the body of a fellow hellion was, she stopped. It was covered in blood and halfway in the water. The poor thing looked like it had died a miserable death, though she didn't know that it might not be dead. Whatever this fellow heelion was before, it probably went through more pain than her. She almost whimpered when she seen the metal sticking out from it's body in a few places, and the thick chain collar. The life so many hellions had, and they shoudl all rest in peace.

Yang took a hold of the creatures fur, and tried to tug the body as gently as she could. Even though the fellow hellion was laready dead, she thought, it deserved better than that. The creature was much bigger than her and the flesh still stunk, but she would try and move the body out of the water. One of her fellow hllions did not deserve this at all.

[River]

((I know. Sad sad. ;.; I will have to draw him some art to make it up to him. *snoggles her puppeh*))

As dead things are supposed to, the apparently dead hound remained motionless as the fae closed the distance between them, completely unaware and completely uncaring. Only its tail dared to drift about on the river current behind him, the lengthy appendage easily reaching a good three feet out from the bank, even with part of it submerged. Off the end, a trail of bandaging, much too old to be on a creature, bounced in the gentle current, drenched in blood, just like everything else and beginning to attract small fish to the flesh. But most were too small- or possibly too stupid- to do anything beyond tug the gauze mindlessly, thankfully leaving the hound's exposed musculature (or lack there of) alone.

Though there was initially nothing odd about the scene, an animal dragging a carcass from a river, it quickly became rather surprising. Said carcass coughed. Not very loudly at first, very easily could've been the last bit of air escaping the already dead lungs, but, it happened a second time, this one more substantially as he was dragged further by the scruff of his neck. Had he been conscious, it would've been an uncomfortable position, but he, thankfully, wasn't and only coughed as a reflex to the resulting pressure on his throat before falling silent again.

Silent, but not motionless. As his hind legs cleared much of the water, the more severely torn left one decided to settle on some uncomfortable river rocks and, to remedy the situation unconsciously, the limb twitched once but was too damaged to be effectively moved on it's own. So, the still bleeding right limb was shifted instead, allowing the left to gracefully slide from its uncomfortable spot and the whole hound was quiet once more.

[Yang]

((Awww, River gots a loving player. I can't stand it when people just thro there char away and don't care, unless it's a char they made just for a quick roleplay and it's going to die in the end anyways. -snuggles all her chars- They all too close to me.))

Yang kept on dragging the carcass out of the water and trying to get it to where the thing would not be eaten up by the fishes. After all, peice by peice taken away from something may not seem too bad, but eventually a lot will be gone. Yang was small compared to this bigger creature, so pulling him out of the water was hard.

Yang's ears quickly went up and she let go of the, suppossed to be dead carcass' skin and jumped away. It had coughed. Not once but twice. Could it...still be alive? She wasn't sure, but she could check and see. She approached the carcass aagin and started to speak. "Hey are you all right?" She said, then moved her paws and gently put them on the things chest. If it had drowned it could still be saved, possibly.

She gently 'hoped' a bit to where she landed on the bigger hellhound's chest softly. She was trying to get the water to come from it's throat, in hopes that it would still be alive. After all, she was looking for another hellhound, and he happened to be one. She then perked her ears as the leg of the hellion moved a bit. She was hoping the creature was alive, but she would have to try and get the water from it's throat and see.

((Ahhh, sorry that it's a bit of a bad post.))

[River]

((He does. ^^ Rivy is my little pity/angsty lovy-dove. <3 I usually hate pity-seeking characters but River kind of by-passes that idea because he doesn't seek pity, he practically needs it. X3 He actually despises it. I dunno. I love him, yes? *huggles him* I love most of my characters. Not all. Some of them aren't what I imagine them to be or don't fit my muse or something, but most of them have some incredible underlying meaning... some more than most. *pats River* <3))

At first, as always, it seemed like the spotted hound was dead as dead can be. Since the leg shifts, he made no movement and, since the coughing, he made no sounds. His tongue was even hanging out now, the normally pink surface nearly deathly pale, almost white. However, after a few moments and a hop or two, the hellion coughed again, this time numerous times in a row. It started off quietly, but gained in severity until the water was expelled and he was allowed to relax again.

He made no sound afterward, only kept the grimace on his face, which was slightly obscured by the dark locks plastered to his face, and seemed to make an attempt at getting more comfortable on his bed of rocks, roots and dirt, pulling his forepaws up to his chest slowly as if they weighed a thousand pounds. He did the same with that long lavish tail of his, waving it once before wrapping it around one of his injured hinds and settling again.

((You think your post sucked. -_- *vomits all over this one*))

[Yang]

((-loves all her charries as well- And I agree with seeing a lot of the pity seeking chars. It's cool the first two or three times, but when you have 100 characters like that running around, it gets old. XD I have I think, 1 maybe 2 pity seeking chars and that's about it.))

Yang jumped back as the male caughed mutliple times. Her little hopping had worked. She watched as the fellow hellion moved to a more comfortable postion. Well, at least he wasn't dead like she had thought he was. He had a grimace on his face and she sat down, waiting for the male to do something.

When he didn't speak and just laid there, she decided she should speak. "Sir, are you alright? Your wounded badly." She said, her voice a bit shaky. Well it wasn't everyday you met a fellow hellion who looked quite a bit bigger than you and they didn't look too happy. She watched and just waited for the males reply, curios as to what he would do.

She kept her three long tails wrapped around her feet and her cropped ears perked straight up as she waited for a reply.

((I see that as a good post, but everyone has there own opinions.))

[River]

((Exactly. X3 River is my only pity character. I have an emo werewolf who can be a little too angsty sometimes, but he's not a pity-seeker. He's more of a way for me to vent when I'm in a crabby mood. Of course, he's not on this site. He's a werewolf. But you get my point. ^^)

The hound remained just as he was, his whole body tensed but not in a nervous or even remotely powerful fashion. It was more of a timid sort of tense, his forepaws crossed sightly as if he were afraid someone would come by and bite them off. But the truth behind such tension was quick to be revealed; he was cold. The river wasn't the warmest place to be on a chilly evening and it was pretty obvious that the thin-pelted canine was ill-equipped for the circumstances, particularly when he rather violently began to shiver in his place on the ground. From nose to tail tip, his whole body would shake a few times, pause, and then shake again in a repeating pattern so great, the heavy chains that hung of his sides clanked and clanged gently against one another.

But none of it awoke the spotted hound. He remained where he was, as always, too weak to possibly stand and rather ill-equipped for such an action, both hind legs appearing generally useless from afar, though the left was visibly worse than the right. His typically green gaze was shut tight like his clenched muzzle, shielding his rather vulnerable mind from any outside intervention while his already weakened body struggled to do what it could to remedy the massive flesh wounds and cold temperatures. Whatever it was doing, however, wasn't very successful so far.

((I keep like... falling a sleep in the middle of what I'm typing. It makes it very difficult to follow what I'm doing. X3))

[Yang]

((Let's see my anger venting character is, Yang who's not on here. He's my little herm who I gave the exact personality as me and didn't know it till I RPed him. Werewolves are cool. Never RPed one before though.))

Yang, usually not a trustworhy girl, avtually felt bad for the much bigger male. He was shivering and his wounds were bad. Whatever went after him sure messed him up, bad.m She sighed, not wanting one of her own kind to die. She then moved alongside him, giiving him some of her body warmth and she licked the wounded leg, trying to clean it as best she could. Even though she wasn't sociable, this was the first of her kind she had seen since she escaped the lab. She didn't want to be alone again so quickly.

She stayed licking his wounds and trying to keep his much larger body warm as he stayed where he was, not moving. She would try to help the hound in some way, but how much she could help him even she didn't know. After all, she didn't know how to heal wounds or scars and there were no blankets or anything of the sort around here, like when she was at home. She then looked up, just making sure no danger or prey came along to hurt her or the male.

She then went back to licking the wounds and pushed her body more into his. She would try her heardest to help him.

((XD I keep on wanting to write my chars name as Angel because I have a mostly black Great Dane named Angel and that's who Yang is based off of.))

[River]

((Werewolves and shapeshifters of that nature have to be my favorite rp species. X3 My favorite character ever is Kagiso, my werehyena. But River is somewhere in the second slot, tied with a lot of other guys. <3 There's just no substitute for him.))

Finally, some relief, no matter how minor it seemed. It was true, obviously true, that the female was much smaller with much less mass and much less heat to spare for the male hellion, but what little she could contribute was openly welcomed, if not visibly displayed. If anything, at first, it seemed to have the adverse effect, the hound's shivering worsening for a sec and the grimace deepening, particularly when she began to lick the tender and very much exposed flesh of his legs. But, as minutes passed, everything seemed to settle down. The female's presence began to turn things positive and the male, slowly but surely, stopped his violent shivering almost completely. A smaller one would attack his limbs every now and again but, for the most part, he was able to relax, the pained expression fading as time passed.

His hurried, panting-like breathing was slowed to a more leisurely pace. It was still a strained pace but not nearly to the degree of before, and was even complimented by the occasional shift of a limb or movement of the male's streamlined head as he settled finally. At one point, after quite a bit of time passed and he'd been laying there a while, he gave something akin to a mumble, but it was incoherent and meant nothing, accompanied only by another twitch of his hind leg and a flex of his toes.

((Geez. River makes me want to go to bed. -_- I think black great danes are so beautiful. ^^ All danes are but black ones remind me of Batman's dog.))

[Yang]

((I'll need to try Rping werewolves and shapeshiter sometime then. Sounds interesting. I think my friend made a weredingo once, but I'm not sure. >> Hmm, my favorite char to RP with is Yang, not the one from here, in first and probably Kenny in second.))

Yang smiled a bit as the bigger male started shivering less and less and it seemed as though he was relaxing more and more. This made her happy. She was glad to help one of her own kind as much as she could. His expression as still a grimace as she cleaned his wound, but a wound usually did hurt when they were bad. She couldn't help that. She then wagged her tails a bit as he stoped shivering all together except for a few quick ones.

She then stopped licking the wound, and started looking at it. She was making sure it was clean and that it had stopped looking as bad as before. She then turned her head to where she could see the male out the corner of her eye. She wondered if he was awake yet. She then spoke again, her voice soft. "Can you talk yet, fellow hellion?" Her question was simple and if he could talk, he could tell her what happened and maybe get his name.

After all, if she knew what ahppened she might be able to gte him away from whatever did this.

((You should go to sleep if your tired. I love harlequin Great Danes more than the black ones, but I love my Angel's attitude so I could care less about her color.))

[River]

((You should. I happen to love it. :3 I love the idea of having two sides to yourself, two completely different faces, both of which you despise. even though you're capable of being two completely different people, you're ever satisfied with who you are. I dunno why, but I feel like I truly relate to that. *shrugs*))

There was a bit of a pause on the spotted hound's part, during which he made no movements save the gentle rising and falling of his deep chest and the occasional shiver, as if he were pondering whether or not he would bother speaking to the female. Of course, this was highly unlikely in his severely weakened state, drowning in his pain-induced stupor. But, whatever had caused the pause soon lifted and the hound shifted where he lay, moving from his side to a sort of 3/4's potion where he was not quite laying on his stomach but he might as well have been, his chin now resting on the ground in front of him and his forepaws tucked underneath his chest.

He gave another incoherent groaning kind of mumble, this one loud enough to be considered one of rather struggled discomfort but, after a moment of this mindless noise making, he seemed to find a way to mold crude, hoarse and slightly slurred worlds from the meaningless sounds.

"...... go away... Izeya, I'm... sleepin'..."

[Yang]

((Now you've got me really interested. XD I'm gonna be on twenty forums before I know it!))

Yang watched whenever the male stopped doing everything, except breathing and a bit of shivering, altogether. OK, so maybe he couldn't talk yet. She then perked her ars as the male moved to where he was almost on his stomach. She kept watching as he moved his chin, which was now on the ground, and his paws were now underneath his chest. He was probably very weak, so maybe it was best that she didn't talk to him right now.

She sighed and lowered her own head onto her paws, but quickly lifted it as she heard him mumble and make noises a bit. She was going to lay her head back down, but this time he had actually spoke. Causing her to keep her head up this time.

She couldn't help but chuckle a bit. He said he was sleeping. Hmmm, funny way he slept then, with his paws underneath his chest and his chin on the ground. But she always had to sleep on her side, or in a ball, because of her long legs so maybe it wasn't that strange for him. She then lowered her head back onto her paws and spoke a few last word before going silent. "Continue sleeping then. We can talk when your feeling better."

[River]

((Nah. X3 There's only one place to go for all your Fantasy needs. That brown banner at the bottom of the table on the main page. Domesticated Darkness. Best site ever. ^^))

Shifting again, he seemed to make an attempt at moving his hind legs this time but, just as before they didn't respond much, only twitching a few times before relaxing once again as the hound gave up with a gentle sigh. Having found a cozy position to lay in and free of shivers and shakes, he finally found the perfect circumstances for what he'd been longing all along: a substantial snooze.

He was normally a very picky sleeper, bothered with nightmares, fake sounds and smell that kept him awake at night, and plain old, outright insomnia on his worst days. But, tonight, all that could've been dirt between his toes. There were a few sounds in his ears, a few scents in his nose, but the difference was in his demeanor. he really couldn't care less about all that stuff. He was in enough pain to believe, should something come along and slaughter him in his sleep, it would be an improvement. So, the sounds that would typically awaken him were ignored, scents that were usually alarming were found insignificant, and all that mattered was the gentle slumbering, almost purring noise that rattled its way out of his chest with each breath.

Every few minutes, it'd be interrupted suddenly by a cough or two, but the hound generally slept soundly.

[Yang]

((All righty. I'll check it out then. ^^))

Yang watched as the male drifted off to sleep. He must be tired, after all pain can make someone or something dreadfully fatigued and blood loss can contibute to that to. She smiled a bit as the creature found a comfortable spot and went to sleep. What else could she do but take a light nap as well? After all she was a light sleeper so she would wake up very easily most of the time.

She kept her head on her paws and put her back to the male, but she was still touching him. After all she had gotten away from the humans not too lon ago and this wilderness was a bit scary and new to her. She ignored her hunger and fell asleep next to the much larger male. Her thin and long body stretched out as she laid on her side, and then drifted off to sleep.

[River]

Dawn was unwelcome as usual, the sun shining brightly over the peaks of the far hills and right through the closed eyelids of the finally comfortable hellion. Though he was normally a rather light sleeper, today was supposed to be different. As tired as he was, he should've slept for days, not hours. But, the humans manage to ruin all they ever touch, even the things no longer in their possession. A terrible pang seemed to strike him from the forehead back to the deepest reaches of his his brain, as if a bolt of lightening had each of his previously peaceful eyes and traveled along his entire nervous system. Though he managed to stem off a yelp, the male visibly flinched, startled and had to roll over onto his side once again to free his forepaws, which were promptly used to block his tender gaze from the glaring sun.

Now re-situated in another comfortable position, once again laying on one side, the spotted hound prepared to return to slumbering, his paws nicely placed over both eyes and his tail flicking in slight irritation. The female had been almost completely forgotten at this point, and he made no attempts to wake or address her, still tired and still waiting for his vision to settle now that it was light out and the "night vision" feature had painfully shut itself off.

Even compared to the pain in his legs, that headache had been one of the most agonizing feelings, and he got one at least twice a day, based on the lighting he was in. Not fun...

((Yeah, I'm officially asleep now. -_- I'mma go to bed.))

[Yang]

As the sun rose and the male shifted, Yang woke up. Being a light sleeper, she rarely slept when something moved or when the light was bright. Plus she was hungry. She then lifted her front end up slowly, her head hanging as she kept her eyes closed, but thy quickly adjusted to the light. She then got up and stretched. She had a good sleep, and she had almost forgotten the male was there.

She then turned to him, a small smile on her face. He was still sleeping. Her stomach then grumbled. She was starving. She then decided that the male would hopefully be safe if she went go hunt real quick and maybe when she got back he'd be awake. She moved away from him a bit, then started sniffing the ground.

She caught scent of a rabbit and started walkign that way with her nose to the ground. He'd be safe by himself for a while she thought. Then walked off, out of the male's sight if he were to wake up.

[River]

Though the male appeared to be snoozing, he was a bit finicky in his sleeping habits. Once awakened, he rarely got a chance to go back to sleep again. But, he played the part regardless, remaining rather still in his place on the river bank, paws clamped tightly over both eyes to shield them from the piercing sun. He was in no position to stand up anyhow, might as well get as comfortable as one can get with your legs torn apart.

After a few minute's deliberation, the hound dared to peek between his toes, immediately regretting it when the brilliant morning light seared his sensitive gaze. But, with a little blinking, his eyes soon adjusted completely, the green hue completely fading from his sight and his world suddenly flooding with color once again. Now comfortable enough to do so, he gave a curious glance around, slowly, lethargically, his paws gently releasing their hold on his sandy-furred face and allowing his eyes to take in his surroundings.

Where was he again?

His memory fuzzed, the former canine could not remember much from the previous day. A fall... the water... some rocks... a very big fish... It was all so hazy and trying to recall only made the beast's head pang and so he didn't try and delve any deeper. Though still rather exhausted, he made a feeble attempt to sit up, attempting to roll onto his stomach more or less so he could at least get his head off the rocks, but even that was too much movement at once and, without even managing to lift his head, he was forced to settle back on the rocks, panting.

[Yang]

Yang had came upon a doe and her baby while she went hunting. With her genetically given speed, the fawn was easy prey to her jaws. She had the small animals throat in her mouth, blood dripping from the fawn's mouth and her fangs deep into it's throat. A small creature like this was prey that was far to easy for her to catch. But it was still a meal nevertheless.

She picked the fawn's lifeless body up, and carried it to where the bigger hellhound was still sleeping, or so she thought.

She kept her pace fast and once she got thier, she could see that he had moved his paws off his face, and his eyes were open. She quickened her pace a bit and once very close, she could hear his panting. She dropped the doe not too far from him and she walked up to him and sat down in front of him. She wagged her tails a bit.

"Finally awake big guy?" She asked, her eyes looking down at him. Soem blood from the fawn was on her maw, and her stomach was still rumbling, but she didn't care. She moved to where she was laying in front of him, her front paws out in front of her and her back legs sideways you could say. The fawn was beside her, and she asked curiously. "You hungry?" She then turned her head and grabbed the body of the doe and pulled it between him and her.

She took one quick bite from it, in an attempt to satisfy her hunger, while she waited for him to respond.

[River]

Quick to cover up his distress when he noticed someone approaching, the hound pulled his tongue back into his mouth hastily, snapping his jaws shut with an audible click and blissfully ignoring the dribble that drifted down his chin. In the animal world, pain meant weakness and, as obviously weak as he was, the male was in no hurry to reinforce any of it with pathetic panting. Still, even with his jaws closed, his deep chest rose and fell regularly, every rib and vertebrae painfully clear in the strengthening sun.

With blackened gaze narrowed, he watched the female with suspicion, though as she neared he found that he recognized her scent from somewhere, his memory too fuzzy to decipher as to where exactly. Still, he couldn't help be weary, emerald pupils following her every move and muscle twitch as if waiting, expecting her to strike him somewhere.

"...No, thank you."

Though it took him a minute to answer, he did eventually deny the offer of food almost stubbornly. He did not need her pity, her compassion. He'd survived nearly five years without it. He could survive a few days. However, his body seemed to believe otherwise, his stubborn ploy being suddenly interrupted when his stomach rumbled to life loudly, almost as if begging. Considering almost every point, every bone, every last crevice and dent in his skeleton was clearly visible, it made perfect sense. Still, the male hellion remained diligent, turning his head away despite his bodily complaints, closing his eyes in finality.