Is this what bonding is?
04-12-2018, 02:46 PM
Vale finally rose thanks to the burning sensation in his thick neck. The blood there now dried, the crusting around the injury stuck the brute's fur together in that area. It seemed branches from his little makeshift nest had managed to scratch some of the scabbing there away. Beast opened one eye before realizing it was only dawn, the sun still hiding away and revealing a sliver of light over the land. It would be a beautiful sight had this wound not been there, irritating him. Vale couldn't help himself but bite at the scab, nipping and pulling at the dried blood. It was just so itchy, he couldn't just leave it alone. Self-control now out the window, he decided to full on chew away at his own flesh. He managed this for a good ten minutes before he realized it wasn't the best idea, as it only made the pain worse.
Beast huffed before trying to get up, then he remembered the broken toes and the pain came suddenly, radiating throughout his leg. Still, Vale had dealt with worse, and he wanted to get his horn before Elias woke up and left with the carcass. Vale limped to the dead sheep and laid down beside it. His front paws positioned so he had a good hold on its skull as he tried to rip the horn from its skull. After realizing he wasn't going to be able to take this things horn hole, he decided he'd have to break it. However, this thing's horn was thick, it wasn't coming off without putting up a fight. Still the brute chewed away at the horn, stopping every now and then to get a breath. Once he felt the horn was weak enough he would press one of those massive paws on it, near the spot he'd been chewing, and put weight on it. Opposing that weight on the other side by holding the sheep's skull in place with the other paw. A loud snap echoed through the little cave and a grin spread across his maw. He was successful, and he would have to worry about Elias taking his trophy home.
Vale would limp closer to the man and poke at him with his horn.
Disclaimer: Vale is unpredictable and could have violent outbursts.
04-12-2018, 05:39 PM
Elias slept rather peacefully through-out the night with no real pain to hinder him from doing so, though when the beast started gnawing away at himself.. Elias could no longer sleep. He was curious as to what the apparently neurotic man was doing to himself, ripping his wound's first scabbing open right before they had a long journey ahead of them back to Lirim's healers. He sighed slightly, though Vale seemed to miss this. His ears remained attentive, but he let his ruby eyes close once again as he tried his best to relax through-out the noise. They had a very long route ahead of them, and Elias wanted to get as much rest as possible to make for the least amount of stops needed on their journey.
He heard Vale begin to mess with the ram's skull and he lowered his ears, trying his best to block out the sounds of his teeth scraping against bone and crunching away until he finally managed to snap and break it. He remembered Vale declaring the horn as his, and Elias did not protest- not vocally. However, Vale would be a fool to assume that Elias wasn't doing him a favor by allowing him to mutilate the kill he'd won in their little spar. He had been through enough fights in his life to know how hindering they could become if any serious injuries came from them, so he decided to pick his battles with this one wisely- besides.. he was still trying to warm up to the barbarian man.
When Vale poked him with the horn, his lip curled only slightly and a single yellowed fang exposed itself on the left side of his maw toward Vale. When he barked his commands again, Elias' fragile mind was beginning to slowly crack. Elias was patient with most when in the right mind, but he was approaching a dangerous level of frustration with this brute's unnecessary display of dominance. If Elias' was to be Vale's mentor, respect would be necessary if Elias' wanted to trust himself not to flip in the middle of their lessons.
He decided to show off just how quick and agile he still was, even if this season was the turn of his fifth year. Every muscle in his limbs tensed, as his back muscles did the same and prickled his short hackles to life while he immediately got up on to his feet. His claws drug against the ground beneath them as he growled, low and loud, toward Vale and snapped the air at the left side of Vale's face. Saliva rolled off his teeth and hit Vale's neck wound in gentle tethers when his jaws snapped shut, reminding him of just who it was that administered that wound in their spar. He didn't bite at Vale's flesh, but he wanted to issue a warning.. and hoped his message came across very clearly.
He flashed him a toothy grin right after, one with his crazed red eyes nice and wide and every incisor, canine and molar alike on display in that daring smile.
He lowered his black lips over his thick set of daggers, sheathing them once again as a look of cool neutrality slowly came over him as long as Vale was calm. His eyes fluttered down to the open wound before he shook his head,
He took a few steps away from Vale, looking down to the ram. He didn't want to bring the whole thing, and he didn't want to waste time trying to tear off the other horn like Vale had- instead.. he decided to make this as quick and effortless as he could. He put his left forepaw on what was left of the cracked skull and remaining horn, his right forepaw on the half-eaten shoulder and lowered his teeth to the middle of the beast's neck. He kept a watchful eye on Vale, but began to work his sharp jaws in between the vertebrae of the ram, wedging more and more space between them until he could cut through the precious tendons holding them together completely. He didn't want to waste time, so everything was done in very savage and jerky movements until the head was free and then he grabbed the ram's head by the horn and carried it with him.
He looked back to Vale, giving him a nod of his head to let him know it was time to go. He held his head at spine level with his jaws clenched, though he moved more leisurable than he normally would- being considerate of Vale's broken paw and his neck wound. He didn't want Vale's heartrate to increase too dramatically during their journey and risk the brute bleeding out. No, then he'd never know more about this man's interesting brain and he would be of no use to him. He took him around the Stone Steppe and toward Singing Caverns, where he had spent a few nights not too long ago. They would have to stop and rest here for the night, considering a travel from East to West took a few nights for most wolves. It was alright since these caves were still on their way to Lirim.
He didn't say much at all to Vale, but curled up inside of the caves for a few hours.. allowing them both to get just a bit of rest. He didn't want to linger too long before they set off again, and this time he would be the one to rise the both of them and demand Vale awake. He knew the tunnels attached to those beneath Fenrir's Maw, and after just a bit of wedging themselves through tight fitting spaces- they'd be able to come out through the tunnels that made up Locus Obscuro.
From there, it was a walk across the familiar fields of Buffalo Knolls and The Range, which he tried his best not to let them slow down during this part. Buffalo Knolls were popular hunting grounds, and Elias did not feel up to fighting off anymore wolves or other predators that might be lured to the thick smell of blood the two traveled with. He saw the peaks of the Glowshroom Caverns he'd left Kane at, and knew it wasn't too long then.
OOC: Kurt, you really only need to read from here on in my post, and the next post from Vale- then you're free to enter with Hailey!
On the other side of those peaks was Lirim, though he half-hoped to run into Zuriel around the perimeter picking herbs.. or even Kane, Miach or Daelos. He wanted to avoid another interaction with their alpha if he could help it, but beggars can't be choosers. As they came around the peaks of the caverns, the dunes met them with unforgiving heat transmitted by the noon-high sun. He groaned around the horn of the ram's head before looking back to the darker male in his company, how would he fair in the western sun? They really needed to find a healer.
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Disclaimer: Elias suffers from schizophrenia and occasionally has violent outbursts.
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04-12-2018, 08:11 PM
Vale simply ignored the other man's ramblings and threats. He got what he wanted and the man was up now. They could finally get on with this journey. He watched him remove the creature's head, shrugging when he seemed to have done a better job than Vale did at getting his horn. He still felt his hard work was necessary, at least for getting the horn that had hurt him in the first place. He followed the man on their travels silently, there was no need to talk and Vale was glad they didn't have to. Despite their steady pace, he still felt they were going a bit to fast for him to deal with. The man couldn't decide if it was the pain from his broken toes or blood loss, but he was starting to regret enduring this journey now. Couldn't he have just slept it off? Still, the traveling brought Vale through lands he had yet to travel. However, he didn't have the energy to ask Elias about it. The blood loss was really starting to get to him, maybe he should have left his injuries alone. No, no, nevermind Vale had done the right thing. There was no way he was wrong in picking at it, it was bothering him. When they finally came to a stop for some rest, Vale couldn't have been more thankful. He was just about to pass out.
Once they woke to leave again, it felt as though he hadn't gotten enough sleep. He couldn't tell what his issue was now, was it the injuries or maybe hunger? Regardless, Vale was definitely feeling off. Still, he was sure they didn't have very far to go. He was putting all of his faith in Elias. Then they had to squeeze through tight spaces, and Vale was almost positive he wouldn't make it. The squeezing also started to irritate the wound on his neck, but maybe they didn't have far to go. Elias wasn't slowing down at all after this, and Vale was starting to miss their little nap time again. Vale felt like he was practically running behind Elias. When they finally made it to the dunes, the heat started to really throw Vale out of wack. Maybe it was his own psyche breaking down on him, but the heat and dehydration definitely played a part in it. Vale could feel the headaches returning, and he tried to simply shake them off. However, it wasn't working and the male started seeing flies flying around his maw. Man finally broke down, no longer able to contain his own rage. He began snapping wildly at the things, Paws swatting at his own maw. Poor bastard probably looked like he was beating himself up, because he practically was. They did need to find a healer soon until then Elias would have to calm him down before the beast went berzerk on himself. Who knew what would happen if this went on any longer, Vale might end up really popping that wound back open. With more blood loss added to his dehydration, he'd be dead in no time.
Man what happened to Elias helping him? Big dude was about to kill himself out there in the heat!
Disclaimer: Vale is unpredictable and could have violent outbursts.