paixaorpg | The Other Side [ Active / Closed ]

Character(s): Tsume, Toboe
Content: The Unversed come to play, much to Tsume's dismay.
Setting: Around Café Eresat, looking for Tsume's preferred butcher.
Time: ohgod, week 27, after splitting up from Blue. Forgive me, we all know how much fail I'm made of lately.
Warnings: PG-13 for violence. Subject to change, though.

The wolves decided, then, to split up and grab a bite to eat before heading up through the floors of the castle. It was the best idea, since all of them were used to never knowing when their next meal would be, nor how much they'd get to eat before going on the run again. And naturally, Toboe kept close to Tsume. He wasn't complaining, but he wasn't about to jump for joy, either. He stilled whined, after all.

"The animals here aren't up for killing unless you can take a lion down. We're hitting the butcher for food." Why yes, he did still retain some of his old habits in the city, and he did prefer robbing people to just taking the free money to buy stuff.

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"Uhm, ok." Just because Toboe had always been around humans who used a currency system didn't mean that Toboe had a good understanding of it. He always thought of it as just one of those "human things," to begin with. Still, he wasn't the biggest fan of outright stealing, but then again, it was a lot better than starving too...

"Where are we going anyway? I mean, after we get food." Blue had mentioned something about a castle and different worlds, hadn't she? Toboe just hoped that they were all better than the poor excuse of a world they had plopped down from. "You think we can make this place our new home?"

"Don't worry Runt, it's not too far for you." With his hands in his pockets and a taunt to the youngest packmate, he came to a slow stop at the corner of a block. They usually got new shipments about this time of the week, and his nose only confirmed that. Already, he could smell the fresh meat being cut up and set up on display.

He paused, however, looking back at Toboe when he asked if this place would be home. He stood in silence for a moment, staring contemplatively at the pup from behind his sun glasses, though his face was an unreadable lineface. Their world was dead before they had even made it to the tree, but seeing that world die..it made him wonder how long this place had. Hell, it was domed, there were no real plants, and no live animals that claimed to be native. The only promising thing he saw was the grass outside and the open skies--something he'd never seen so clearly before. But despite his thoughts, he wouldn't shoot the kid down like that. He was still young and needed something to hope for.

"Maybe. We'll see what the rest of it looks like, first." He turned to look towards the butcher's again, but there was that sound. He'd heard it when first meeting up with Blue and Toboe, and when his head cocked to look around, he saw fleeting shadows.

"I'm not a runt!" Toboe's human illusion pouted, but it quickly faded when Tsume looked back at him. He cocked his head, waiting for his answer an wondering what made him look like that.

This time, Toboe heard the sound, though it seemed a bit faint. "Did you hear that, Tsume?" He almost blamed it on rats, but then he remembered that there weren't rats or other animals to make sounds like that in the city, save for that meerkat thing he had run in to once, but her voice was so loud it would have drowned out the weird noises.

Toboe tensed. Maybe it was just him, but something didn't...feel right. He looked back at Tsume, a worried look on his face.

"Hn..You could've fooled me." He let out that usual huff of a laugh of his while taunting the pup, but that changed when he was alerted to the presence of..something. Something that he felt shouldn't be there.

While his human illusion remained still and focused, his wolfen ears were swiveling, trying to pick up on the sound again--a faint little clatter of daggers against stone. "Yeah, I heard it."

But then he heard it again. Fleeting, abnormal footfalls of a small and light creature. There was no trailing scent to follow, only his ears and that tension in his gut. And it sounded like there were more of them flittering about like shadows in the darkness this time. And possibly larger ones from the sounds of it, but it didn't deter him. He didn't return the glance to Toboe, but instead remained focused, tail standing upright.

Toboe, on the other hand, looked just as anxious as he felt. His human expression was plastered with it. His ears were turning like Tsume's, his tail also upright, but he was also visibly shaking. He continued to sniff the air and look around. He couldn't catch a scent! Why wasn't there a scent? Everything had a scent!

He glanced at Tsume, and saw how focused (and seemingly calm) he was. As much as Toboe wanted to prove that he wasn't the runt, he liked the idea of living without being in pain was better, so he kept an eye on him, hoping that Tsume would give a sign of what to do...

Too late. A blue and black creature (without a scent) leaped from the shadows and targeted Toboe, who had managed to jump a little out of the way purely from the surprise of the attack, but it wasn't enough to avoid getting hurt. It managed to get a swipe in at Toboe, who whimpered a bit but tried to fight back, snapping his jaws. The little monster however was too quick for him, and after finding an opening, went in for another strike.

Anxious or calm, his expression was an alert tension. Panicking only served to make the situation worse, and besides, Tsume was never the one to lose his head. He was usually the voice of reason, however harsh it was. So as they stood there, with Toboe looking to him for direction, he held his ground, alert and focused on the crowd for shadows of movement.

It would be a bad idea to take off running through the crowd for whatever reason. Making a scene was always something they avoided, and running after that sound would've been pointless, anyway, cause as they closed in, his ears twitched. When his head turned and body swiveled to face the scentless sound, he saw blue blurs streaking for Toboe.

His ears laid back with a quick growl and he jumped for the first Flood that came in and attacked Toboe. That one he met head on when it tried to get in another hit, teeth catching an arm to sink in--he wasn't letting it lay another hand on the runt, not with the guilt he'd been burdened by. It was like rubber in his mouth, but despite that, he still jerked his head one way before snapping back to fling it against a wall. There was no blood dribbling into his maw, no sound of tearing flesh or breaking bones, and no yells of pain. After hitting the wall, it merely fell and sank into the ground, a mobile shadow.

He...had never seen anything like that, and it caught him off guard. The people around them started to clear the area with panicked sounds, especially as a half dozen more started to creep in and surround the two wolves. There was a moment they stood in wait, the new arrivals staring them down as the one shadow crept back in for another attack, still on the ground. As that one zig-zagged and bounced around the area in no pattern at all, the others started to converge.

Even compared to the wolves, they were still fast. They didn't come in straight lines, they moved almost at random, so by the time one was close enough to snap at, the first one he smacked into the wall had jumped from the ground to come up at his flank. He'd turn to snap at it quickly enough with a snarl in his throat after it cut into his skin, but it had already sank back into the ground and he only bit at the air. But the other six were on them by this point. He'd keep an eye on Toboe--Tsume was never one to be terribly obvious about his intentions and inner thoughts, but he'd keep them from overwhelming the pup, even as he kept them off of himself, managing to snag one of the blue blurs by a leg to throw down on the ground as it streaked past him on its way to Toboe.

Cuts and scratches were inevitable, but they didn't seem strong enough to cut deep enough to make lethal wounds, just one or two painful claw marks here and there as they went around.

Toboe had managed to grab a hold of one of the blue things. He didn't like the way they felt or tasted, and the fact that they didn't have a scent was downright bizarre and terrifying. It was like they were defending themselves against shadows. How could you fight off something like that? The enemy he had tossed aside only came back after sinking into the ground a bit.

By now, even Toboe couldn't waste energy whimpering like a puppy. He was growling and snarling just as much as Tsume was now, though he was still just on the verge of blind panic. He tried to grab the blue shadows, but they were just too fast. He could feel them cutting him, and while none of the injuries were deep, they were accumulating very quickly.

Toboe's instincts were telling him to run. He shook off a shadow that had jumped on to his back and he charged at a shadow in front of him, intending to grab it, throw it out of the way, and make a break for it. When he snapped at the damned thing, it zig-zagged back and around to catch Toboe in the side. As it did so, Toboe was able to clamp his jaws on its head, and he threw it to the side.

"Tsume! C'mon!" As much as he wanted to flee, he wasn't leaving his friend behind.

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