[AW]  Little Black Submarines

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Satchel

7 y/o large Male
There was much he still had to consider.


It was rather frigid out, no more so then his heart however. It was in this very realm he had encountered a so called GOD, remembering painfully how much he had stood out. The only Mundane to be so bold as to linger among the magic, he inhaled slightly at the thought. Still he felt no bitterness towards the Affinity's, only a sense of regret that it really might not ever get any easier.

The trees loomed above him, as pressing as Anaru claimed to need The Order. He wanted to help of course he did. But he had always been skeptical, and as much as he desired to be rid of such things the struggle still remained real. Because how much of himself was he truely willing to give away? Paws crunching softly across frozen pine needles, his orange eyes burning bright as the coming of oblivion. Catching the stench of rabbit, his stomach curling painfully up into itself. He had not enjoyed a good meal for a few days. With this decided he took off into directions unknown.

He weaved relentlessly in and out between the trees, a feeling of elation as the forest whispered him onwards. A few moments before the startled creature appeared and then it was all over. It gave a death shriek, echoing through the forest as he claimed it between his jaws. A swift glance around to insure he was alone, before settling into his prize. Bones cracking like thunder between his teeth. The stillness of the forest encasing him once more, as the blood flowed free upon the earth.

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Savas

3 y/o xlarge Male

really was getting old, even for him. He loved the cold and the snow but he was downright sick of it now. He needed to move south and he would…at his own pace. The wolf was searching for someone and he would leave no region unturned until he found her…assuming she was in the lands to be found. She could have left after he had, she could have found a new path though he doubted it. Groomed for leadership, the Order would fall on her shoulders by now, but where were they? He doubted she would be up here in the North- not with her thin coat still, he wasn’t about to just head south only to learn she had in fact settled in the North.

Savas prowled forward, keeping a smooth trot that he could keep up for some distance before needing to rest. Unfortunately, he would become distracted by the sound of a bunny shrieking out before going silent. His stride paused, his ears came forward and nostrils flared to pull in the scents. A male wolf, a bunny and blood. He hoped the latter was dead and the former was not injured…unless it was a Demon…no…even then, that would be a disgrace to the wolf species. Curious, Savas turned towards the scents and sound and trotted forward until he came upon a familiar white form. As the scent strengthened, he found that he recognized it and the grizzly wolf would stop in his tracks with a low growl. Lips curling in disgust at the male several feet in front of him.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Satchel?”
He growled. His temper igniting faster than it had with Ithena.

Could he go anywhere without this Demon loving bastard crossing his path?



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NOTE: Savas is rated M for violence and speech, thread with him at your own risk!
Unless otherwise noted in his posts, he is wearing his armor.

Satchel

7 y/o large Male
He smelled the fast approach of another wolf and braced himself.


Uncertain if it was a member of that damn coven he just ran into, or something worse. Squinting slightly, he shifted himself and attempted to blend into the trees but it was too little too late. The face of Savas revealed itself, and he couldn't help but curl his lips in displeasure. Oh this was just fucking great. Any hopes of a peaceful excursion went right out the window. Molten hues flickering with unsaid atrocities, as he attempted to not to hold his breath too much.

He quickly stifled the urge to cackle at the question, he was never very good at handling confrontation appropriately. A sweeping glance as he drew himself up in sudden self awareness, before turning his sights away rather dismissively. " Well I most definitely wasn't looking for you." he spat with perhaps a little too much bravado. " And no, you can't have any of my rabbit." he then proceeded to try and consume as much as possible, immediately breaking into a choking fit as he swallowed a bone wrong.

Smooth move exlax...

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Savas

3 y/o xlarge Male

Did…he try to hide? The idea danced through his mind as the wolf recognized Savas and showed his own disgust at the male. Further disgusted, Savas would wrinkle his nose- though hidden under the armor he wore. What low life hid from another for no reason? Especially while they had a fresh kill? Savas knew the moron was dense, but he didn’t know he was that much of an idiot. As if realizing how stupid he looked, Satchel rose from his ‘hidden’ position but then he had the audacity to turn away dismissively. Lips twitched with anger, but he absorbed the emotion, keeping a smooth façade.

Ears twitched as Satchel spat words to him. That was a relief, he wasn’t looking for the warrior- he just happened to be there. The idea of sharing a rabbit with this idiot was laughable, but Savas managed a sneer instead of a smile.
“Wouldn’t touch it even if I was starving.”
He rumbled, disgusted that Satchel would think he would want anything that the moron had touched. There was probably something wrong with it anyway, how else would he have caught it? As if to prove a point, Satchel gulped the rabbit, managing to choke on some of it. This would cause a barking laughter to burst from the jaws of the brown wolf.
“Can’t even eat without fucking it up. How are you even still alive, you waste of space.”
Was it possible to cleanse a wolf that wasn’t a demon? Could he get away with killing Satchel? Was the wolf even worth that?




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NOTE: Savas is rated M for violence and speech, thread with him at your own risk!
Unless otherwise noted in his posts, he is wearing his armor.

Satchel

7 y/o large Male
Well, fuck.


Here he was struggled to intercept everything that might relate. The wild breeze of this place was almost overwhelming. How could one man ever possibly stop his ending? Frosted soil biting into his toes, juxtaposed upon everything. Into the abyss end it all.

A desperate sense of Shame as he thought of the reason his shoulder aches so. He eyed the beast warily, fighting every Instinct he had. Because how could any of this possibly be real if it didn't hurt. A slow and dark equation, amending just enough space as to being respectful. Because like this bitch knew what it was like.

He was a waste of space and he knew it a claim that he would never hesitate to accept." You want a story?" | after this he turned away with indiffrence, once again because how was  he suposed to give all of himself away in one go?He nothing to offer and nothing to lose a few careful steps he settled into the loose soil. Doing his best not to antagonize as he went, because God knew he'd already done enough.

He was entirely, a selfish peice of shit. 

walks. | " talks." | thinks.


Savas

3 y/o xlarge Male

Savas merely watched as he struggled to regain his breath and then finally did so. A pity, it’d be better if he just died at least then Savas wouldn’t have to deal with his worthless ass. He was a disgrace to the Horse Affinity, there was nothing strong about Satchel, he was weak and a coward… atleast in the eyes of the gladiator. It seemed the pale wolf was not done wasting his time, however, as he offered to tell a story.
“Is it how you got your ass kicked?”
He asked, noting the wounds and tentative way he moved. At least it would be full of humor, right?
“Go ahead, Satchel, tell me.”
He would heave a sigh and settled down to hear this ridiculous story, hoping it was worth the wasted time that he was spending. He needed to find Anaru now that he was back and his patience was waning quite quickly.

Please be a short story… He thought to himself bitterly, already regretting the decision to have Satchel tell him the story…He guessed he could always just get up and walk off it was too boring… Most likely the way it would go too. He didn’t have much time or patience to spare.





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@Satchel
NOTE: Savas is rated M for violence and speech, thread with him at your own risk!
Unless otherwise noted in his posts, he is wearing his armor.

Satchel

7 y/o large Male
There must be something fundamentally wrong with him.



Even now as he did his best not to winch too much from his wounds, he struggled mightily to not smile as Savas assessed his short comings, a strange feeling of fondness as he gazed upon the tawny brute. Because for some reason, the worse it looked the better it felt. Happiness was not a part of his system, however to know how much he disgusted Savas was as close to the feeling he might get. Because truth be told, he could give a fuck what others thought of him. He already knew he was a mess. And he'd long since stopped trying to deny it.

He Did manage a small chuckle as Savas mentioned the ass kicking, because there was nothing was more truthful. Thinking of the bloodbath that he had caused, wondering if at very last the Reaper would truly turn away from him. And refusing to process how it made him feel. He waited until he had his biggest fan's full attention, then cleared his throat with a cough for good measure.

" I managed to drag my friend Anaru into a fight she didn't deserve." this part was spoken with concern, he had no doubt she was doing just fine but things could of been handled different on his end. " I wasn't even doing it because it mattered." He wasn't sure if Savas knew her, but regardless he would eventually if she was still looking for ranks to add."  I just wanted to spite that damn Reaper." well as they say be careful what you wish for. He licked his lips in afterthought, and wondered what might happen now. At least Savas would know that his assumptions were correct, he was at the heart of it all a fool.

The truth will set you free.

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Savas

3 y/o xlarge Male

Patience slowly frayed away as Satchel took his sweet time to tell this 'story' that was so important. When he finally did begin to speak, coughing to clear his throat, Savas listened with waning attention until he mentioned Anaru. As soon as her name slipped from his mouth Savas ears came forward and his expression sharpened to a new level of alertness. He'd gotten her into a fight she didn't deserve? Lips threatened to curl as they twitched; a singular step was taken forward, getting a bit closer to the worthless hide in front of him.

“What happened to her.”
It was not a question but a demand. He didn't care about his vendetta with the reaper or whatever, if Satchel didn't tell him what had happened to Anaru a Reaper was the least of his worries. He'd have Savas to deal with. He had to remind himself a few times that Anaru was more than capable of handling her own in a fight, they'd sparred together a few times when they were young and she had always done good against him. However, there was concern as well, if this was how Satchel came out of the fight….did Anaru fare any better?

A heavy sigh would come from the warrior as he abruptly moved forward,
“hold still.”
He'd command, before pressing his shoulder into the top of Satchel's, the gentle press would likely hurt, but not as bad as what was about to happen. After a second to allow Satchel to adjust to the pain, he'd shove into the shoulder. A resounded 'pop' would be heard and Savas would smile. Pleased that he had set the shoulder right…well…better than it was previously.





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@Satchel
NOTE: Savas is rated M for violence and speech, thread with him at your own risk!
Unless otherwise noted in his posts, he is wearing his armor.





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