Don't watch Tusk. Just don't.
05-16-2024, 07:22 PM
Aresenn stood on the edge of the inlet, his eyes narrowed against the chilly gusts sweeping down from the high cliffs above. Below him, a mammoth of a walrus sprawled on the lichen-dappled turf, its glossy hide dappled with the fresh snowfall. It grunted and snorted, oblivious to Aresenn's presence. Yet. This particular walrus had been a problem, and it was a problem that was going to be addressed today.
The Praetor brute watched on as the beast, all blubber and fury, lumbered clumsily towards the icy water. Its long tusks glinted menacingly in the wintry sun. And once it had its back turned, he descended from his vantage point. Aresenn moved with predatory ease- his amber gaze trained on his target. And without hesitation, he launched himself atop the created. Jaws splayed as he prepared to fight for a hold in the thick blubbery flesh.
"Aresenn Praetor"
The Praetor brute watched on as the beast, all blubber and fury, lumbered clumsily towards the icy water. Its long tusks glinted menacingly in the wintry sun. And once it had its back turned, he descended from his vantage point. Aresenn moved with predatory ease- his amber gaze trained on his target. And without hesitation, he launched himself atop the created. Jaws splayed as he prepared to fight for a hold in the thick blubbery flesh.
05-16-2024, 11:06 PM
When Ezekiel thinks of predators that need to be dealt with, a walrus is definitely not on his list. However, with the pack taking up residence in the polar sound, the man’s list of troublesome creatures has certainly been growing. Duel-toned eyes watch from a cluster of trees as the fat creature scoots down the beach, its presence a nuisance and one that the pack must deal with.
As he watches from his vantage point, the fiery form of Arsesenn appears, charging across to land to where the walrus is and leaping nimbly up onto the beast’s back where he bites deeply into its blubber. Eyebrows arch as he watches for a moment longer, spying the woman he has fought alongside before racing down the short cliff to attack on of the flippers.
Finally, Zeke moves, detaching himself from the shadows and swiftly, yet, carefully, descending down to where the fighting is taking place. With a deep, rumbling growl, he joins the others, moving to the tusked face to try and keep it from attacking the woman on its flipper. Lips curl back, hackles raise, and his tail snaps up over his back as works to keep the creature’s attention on himself so that the others can attack it more freely.
Is he being selfless? No, Zeke just knows a good strategy when he sees one.
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