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Ares

Loner

Master Fighter (240)

Intermediate Hunter (30)

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age
9 Years
gender
Male
gems
0
size
Dire wolf
build
Heavy
posts
134
player
Dragon Mod

UnderachieverThe Ooze ParticipantThe Ooze - Variation 2Treat 2019
08-17-2019, 01:46 AM

Ah good, the guy agreed with his choice of prime venison. All he requested was keeping the buck skin and of course, Ares nodded. "Fine by me, I ain't crafty enough for that kinda stuff but the antlers I can use for somethin' I'm sure." Or maybe he could get someone crafty to make something for him. He didn't know if anyone at home was a crafter but he'd be sure to check when he got back. The guy introduced himself as Eldi and Ares for once, had the decency to nod in greeting, a grin splitting his maw. " 'sup Eldi, name's Ares." Tongue swiped over his fangs before his answer about Eldi possibly having a third companion was answered. Aaand that answer was no. Ears stood tall and straight as he tried to get a better look, but having never seen nor smelled a bear, he didn't know what he was looking for until Eldi pointed it out. His gaze turned and searched the herd and around it before he finally saw it. A great big grizzly looking thing lumbering towards the deer, causing Ares to squint at it. What the actual fuck? While he didn't know much about bears, he coulda swore they slept alot. Or...maybe it was during certain times? He couldn't quite remember, he never really cared to pay attention to stuff.

But when he saw that big lumbering beast, he started to feel a twinge of doubt. If they had to chase that off, as big as Ares was, he had a feeling they wouldn't have an easy time of it. "What say we give him a little hell hm?" Now that he could do. While he doubted the pair of them would be able to take it on themselves and outright kill it, if there was one thing he knew he was good at was raising hell. And...well...being annoying. That was two things, but he could definitely do both to hopefully get this bear to leave so they could eat. He wanted the bucks head, dammit! And nothing was going to stop him, grizzly be damned! "Well I'm pretty good at raising, hell. Let's do it!" With a grin, he followed Eldi's lead on this one, not wanting to look like an idiot himself and doing something dumb trying to scare this thing off. Slinking after the other male, he realized how much bigger grizzly bears were, and knew it was going to be a challenge. But hey, maybe it would give up and go away if he annoyed it enough.

For a moment, he did hesitate. But as soon as he saw Eldi go in for a bite, Ares felt the rush of adrenaline as he too, ran into the fray. With a wild grin, the large male ran at the bear from the back, saber fangs glinting in the light as his jaws opened up and he aimed right for its right hind leg. His fangs suck into its flesh and he swore he could feel his longer teeth scrape against bone as he did so. He jerked his head back, seeking to unbalance the bear and drag its leg away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eldi get thrown away and the fleeting thought of Oh fuck crossed his mind as the bear turned on him. Dagger like claws reached for him as it whirled around, though they barely missed his face as Ares moved with the bear. He tried to pull away, but...his teeth seemed to be stuck. He wrenched his head back, shaking from side to side and causing the bear to roar in in more pain as he was sure he was practically shredding its leg. Woops. He hadn't meant to do that, but..he was stuck. Fucking teeth! Why was I born with these!? How the hell did his dad manage it? The grizzly flailed as it tried to reach him, and as it stepped in a way that twisted Ares' head into an awkward position, he swore he could feel like his neck was about to break with the motions. He started to panic a bit, the Saxe boy losing his cool before he felt a sharp pain in his side and his teeth were suddenly wrenched from the bear.

It had managed to knock him free with a blow to his left side, sending him rolling into the dirt several feet away. Dizzy now, Ares struggled to his feet. His mouth ached and his neck ached as well as where the bear had whacked him, but he was glad he was still intact. Maybe that first attempt had gone completely awkward, so...maybe a second time was the charm? First...he needed a moment to recover before he tried again.

WC: 794

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