Screaming, thrashing, biting, he was desperate to get himself loose, to face his opponent once again and better attack him than he had before. He had found himself in this predicament before, but even if it had happened a fairly short period of time before the scavenger couldn’t recall how he had gotten himself loose. Memory came back to him, a swift attack with his heel to the cold male’s groin- it had worked before and surely it would work again. The larger male was still susceptible to such a move, and even if he couldn’t quite find the right position, the right combination of thrashing movements to free himself, a below-the-belt attack would undoubtedly work again.
However, before he could attempt his distracting kick aimed between the rival male’s legs, he felt a hard tug to his hair as his previous ‘companion’ forced his head still and up to face him. Wild eyes locked on the mercenary, ceasing his thrashing for the time being- and giving his attacker a moment of respite- teeth bared in aggravation at his current situation. He had mentally abandoned his intentions for breeding in favor of attempting escape, but his look softened slightly, his snarling grimace shifting slightly into the awkward, poorly formed smile.
“BoooYII...” he cooed, remembering the fun little noise of a word he had associated with his new friend. The mercenary’s slower tone, his slower motions, even the tight grasp on his hair, some combination of it seemed to placate the scavenger into ceasing his wild squirming. His friend- the one that had helped him escape the terrifying fire beast, the funny little playmate that had followed him here- had his focus for the time being, at least long enough to no longer try and rip into the undead, appetizing flesh of his attacker, his body relaxing in the one armed grip of the larger and offering a far different feel than when he has been thrashing about.
“BoooYi...yISs...BoYYi,” this form of communication was difficult, but while verbal communication seemed to be greatly lacking, at least his body language showed some sign of compliance to the other’s demands. At least now he would be unable to bite with his head being held still and body immobilized.
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The UnderGround ‘Boy’, Enemy Angry, calm Raiding Wear
”Kitty_Mew”
”C l e a r b r e e z e”
Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 1:56 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
He looked over the two in amusement while the boy squirmed, trying to plan out his next move. In all honesty he wanted to drag them both back to the camp until he had buyers... perhaps Dante would take a liking to one or both even.
"Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" Aidyn said, with a grin that said 'Maybe I won't~' Though he had no intention of giving the boy a chance to run off, so he'd assist. "Oi, I'm kidding. Let go. I've got him." He said, and as long as the undead male would cooperate, Aidyn would yank on the boy hair to try and throw him to the ground. It felt like the best option to get behind the sharp toothed boy and avoid those teeth. His intention was to pin the other male.
Now... the problem was the fact that he had no way to bind the boy, to make him easier for transport. It would be best if he could gain the boys trust to the point where he'd follow... but there was also the problem with what happened only moments ago. The rabid male was unpredictable and it was impossible to get to him vocally.
"Talking don't work. There any rope around? I've got a feeling even if we leave him he'll follow to try and eat you." Or you know, hump the demon again? But he wasn't about to mention that it had happened, that the boy seemed to have some odd liking to him. "Why the hell does he wanna eat you anyway? You don't smell that great."
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Sharp Tooth Boy, Dead Guy Mood: -A-;;;. Location: The UnderGround OOC: ...
Even with all that was happening, Cade found himself mildly affronted by his ally’s assertion that he smelled bad. It was the arms, of course. When he did smell, it was the arms—any pieces that he had to regularly replace as they rotted and became less useful.
Still, he had replaced the arm semi-recently, and it was still at full strength—a human nose—or anything without heightened senses—probably wouldn’t have been able to smell anything wrong except for the regular grit and stench of anyone who mostly slept outside.
Of course, his ally’s ears were pretty good indicators that the other probably did have those heightened senses.
He would have been more self-conscious if he hadn’t still been focused on the now-still body in his arm. He’d finally gotten a good look at his former attacker’s teeth—the metallic sheen of them, the sharp and crowded points—and was even more determined to keep him away from the original parts of his body. If he had to, he could sacrifice the other arm, but that was absolutely last resort. Being on these streets without any arms would put him in a very bad situation. He wasn’t sure if he could die—nothing so far had killed him—but he could still feel; he could still be harvested or taken or any number of other fates he’d like to avoid.
He had gotten a different read from the more pliable body language, the figure much smaller, more slender, than he had thought in full action. More words seemed exactly what was called for. Not from him, of course.
Still, he did let go, staying close in the event that he’d need to help restrain the other again.
”Keep talking, I’ll look” he suggested, taking another step back away, hesitating before pulling his attention away to look around them. He didn’t answer the question about why the sharp-toothed boy wanted to eat him—he didn’t know, either.
He had been skeptical anything would be around, but then he didn’t know that this was a safe route meant for those slaves who knew where to find it.
It seemed impossible, but not twenty feet away he small a small bundle hidden in shadow. When he approached it, he found a small sack full of some sort of jerky, a couple candles, a lighter, a plastic pill bottle full of some sort of dark root rather than pills, and—a length of rope.
He huffed a breath out in a disbelieving laugh, swinging the pack over the shoulder without an arm (most of the shoulder was still there to hold it), pulling the rope out and approaching.
He knew a fair number of knots, but only a couple that could be done one-handed. Instead, he handed the rope over.
”One arm” he said by way of explanation.
Kitty_Mew
”Starving Dog”
Posted: Sat May 12, 2018 4:46 am
𝙷 𝚢 𝚎 𝚗 𝚊
𝌞𝌞
He had offered no further struggle, focus less on thrashing about and more about listening to the two assailants and their conversation. He understood very little, but what he did understand was that there was some manner of shared communication. Intimidation wasn’t going to get him anywhere, nor would the barks or shrill cries he normally vocalized. It was a lesson he was learning quickly about the world outside of his cramped, dark cage; a world outside of the metal and bone barred cage he fought in. If he wanted to survive this terrifying, confused place he would need to learn a new set of rules.
“Hyihyi...leeeht g-HRKK” he had attempted to ape more words from the white haired male, though such an attempt was cut violently short as he found himself pulled from the colder male’s grasp and down to the ground by means of a firmly placed grip in his mop of hair. The sudden impact into the ground had knocked the air from his narrow chest, stunning him for a moment before sense took over again. Once again his mind turned from the fun game of pretending to speak the odd slurs and hums of their conversation to one of vague confusion and panic. Another sudden shrieking yelp emerged from his throat, a reaction to suddenly being upended off balance and onto the ground, pinned in a rather unwelcome position with the other male holding him down. The cry was cut short as he tried to squirm beneath the mercenary- no no, he wasn’t meant to be the one pinned to the ground, held to the other’s mercy. This game had taken a turn, and not in the snapping male’s favor.
“Nnnno,” he snarled out, another word he knew well, one he had used only a short while ago. This demand was less of a panicked shriek and more of a frustrated chiding. His eyes looked around for an opening, a means out of this hold, seeing the one-armed male walk off to rummage through some found knapsack, returning with the found goods slung over a ruined shoulder and handing over rope.
Glinting yellow eyes glared to the corpse man, attempting to figure out his role in this game- if this could even still be called as such- if he was still a threat or if he should fight harder. He needed more adequate energy to offer much of a struggle, though that didn’t stop him from attempting to give one last kick towards the male pinning him in a swift, easy motion. A distraction, something hopefully enough for him to regain balance and get back to his feet.
“wh-one...Arrghm...One….arm” he growled, the tone to his broken words filled with disgust. He would recognize two words the corpse had said- an amount, and a body part- and the male assumed the corpse man was saying his name. Is this how introductions were made? What was this damn game, exactly? Perhaps they were looking for something from him? A name perhaps?
“Hyi….hyEeNah...” he spoke slowly, making sure to separate his name into easily processed sounds for the others.
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The UnderGround ‘Boy’, One Arm Frustrated Raiding Wear
”Kitty_Mew”
”C l e a r b r e e z e”
Starving Dog Captain
Devoted Cultist
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 7:00 am
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
Oh that was cute. The other male hadn't openly mentioned it, but he could tell that the comment on smell at least somewhat bothered him. Honestly... there were few things that smelled nice nowadays, Aidyn was just an a**. Enough of one that he just laughed a little to himself when it was ignored.
The demon was honestly curious what made the man tick, what would make the man's demeanor shift from whatever this was. Dull. Not amusing, to him. Gears churned in his head while he tried to think of a suitable client who'd want such a man.
Bringing the smaller male down to the floor proved to be an easy task. Perhaps because it was something thought as unexpected to a boy who’d calmed down at this point. It seemed as though, without an advantage like earlier, the other male was weak for the time being. Likely from hunger based on how scrawny he was and his attempts to eat the living corpse.
That same man was the one that would provide a needed distraction for the disgruntled male, as his finding of rope turned out to be fruitful. Aidyn's ear perked, then his eye's shift and followed the other to distract him from an impending kick.
"Agh!" He groan, and the male wriggled from his hold. Maybe he deserved such a thing after ignoring the cries to stop. The demon rolled to his feet and backed away from the rabid male as he began to make attempts as speech again.
The first words he could identify as the phrase the undead male had just spoken. He couldn't find an explanation as to why... but it just seemed like yet another mimicking game. He needed to be cautious so that didn't get out of hand again. Now the second, when the boy started speaking slower and more careful confused him for a moment and this showed in his expression.
"W-what...?" He said, watching the others movements carefully. "Hyena?" He asked. He couldn't understand why the boy would be saying such a word, not now. It was a creature that Aidyn hadn't even heard to exist in these wastelands and he'd figured died off during the great storm.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Sharp Tooth Boy, Dead Guy Mood: Confused Location: The UnderGround OOC: ...
Starving Dog
C l e a r b r e e z e
Posted: Fri May 18, 2018 2:37 pm
♫Nero Evans♫
Where: The Underground With: no one Feeling: cautious, hungry OOC:
Nero ducked through some debris, finally having found a safe place to rest for a while. Sighing, the male slumped against the wall and sat down, taking his time to rest. He couldn't believe he let himself get seen like that, it was a stupid move on his part. His stomach growling in protest at the failed attempt to steal some food. Ignoring the pangs, he stood and started moving again.
He wasn't sure if he would be followed here but he wasn't going to take the chance in lingering too long. Starting to walk, the red head took this moment to survey his surroundings. It looked like he ended up in some kind of run down subway tunnel. Maybe he could manage to scavenge something of value that he could sell for a little bit of coin. Nero started digging through piles of debris and metal, hoping to find something useful and not even noticing the three other males further down from him.
As the attacking male had become less aggressive, Cade had started to pay more attention to him, primarily in trying to figure out what he was, why he was trying to bite into him. There were still no answers on the latter, but he could see the jutting bones at the other’s collarbone and shoulders, in his ribs and the thin line of his hips. No wonder Cade had managed to lift and control him, even with only one arm and little understanding of the situation.
Catching the movement of one of his ally’s ears shifting up, the image immediately conjuring a warhound Cade had had, a lifetime ago, and Cade looked over the man pinning the smaller, looking for some reaction—there.
Cade happened to lock eyes with the pinned boy, and the disgust and hostility in the attacker’s gaze made sense, as little of this encounter had. He heard his words repeated back, and thought he understood the addition.
Not falsely labeling himself as a friend, he nodded solemnly at what he took to be an introduction. He didn’t know the meaning of the word either, but then again, One Arm wasn’t really his name. Better to have some designation for each other, at least insofar as it suggested the possibility of a less fraught interaction.
”Huh-yeena” he repeated, the accents on the word off, and pointed with the hand still holding the rope at the metal toothed boy. Alright, it seemed no help was coming with tying him. He’d do it. He approached, the rope soft in loops in his single hand.
”One Hand” he agreed, pointing at himself. He thought that was right.
Hoping to distract from the process of tying him up, he nudged the dog demon on top of the attacker.
”Introduce yourself, keep him distracted” he murmured. He was unsure if the other would; a slightly frustrating state, considering he was technically doing all this to help. There was no actual benefit for him.
As he did, beginning to carefully wind rope around the thin boy, he heard a sound behind him, slightly to the left, as if a large animal or another person were there.
Tightening the rope in reaction, he whipped around to look, to make sure it wasn’t the fire demon following them.
”Who’s there?” he called, low voice loud and commanding. One of the benefits of a former life as a duke—whatever that meant now.
Kitty_Mew
”Starving Dog”
”Adrenaline-Threat-Angel2”
Posted: Sat May 19, 2018 9:40 am
♫Nero Evans♫
Where: The Underground With: some unknown people Feeling: hungry, cautious OOC:
Nero continued digging through debris, not finding much except trash and stuff that had little to no value. The male stood and stretched after getting through another pile before his entire body tenses. Someone had yelled, did someone manage to sneak up on him? He ducked behind the nearest debris pile, doing his best to hide.
From this point, he finally noticed three other males further down the way. How the hell had he not seen them before? One of them was looking in his direction but it seemed as though he hadn't spotted the red head yet. Two other males were behind him, although he couldn't clearly make them out from this distance. This was bad, the odds of escaping were slim if all three of them noticed him. And the fact that he was running low on energy wasn't going to help either.
Moving as quietly as he could, Nero started to backtrack the way he came. If he could make it back to that exit, maybe he could get away without a fight. But as he was moving backwards to keep his eyes on the three strangers, the young male ran right into a pile of metal, knocking some loose pieces off of it and freezing as the clanging sound of metal against metal rang through the air.
Good, this was good- so it seemed that communicating verbally, as weak and rough as it was, proved beneficial for the scavenger. Aggression was not the route to take, odd given that it had done so well for him in the past, but playing along with this game of mimicry and noise was proving to make things easier on his behalf.
As the other male spoke, repeating the scavenger’s name- a word he recognized to pertain to him and one he was readily willing to respond to- the thin male, Hyena, let out a few happy yipping noises. “Yii yii! Hi-Yee-NAH...” He pronounced in short bursts, clearly happy to have gotten through to the boy.
That is until he felt rope wind around him.
He began to thrash again as he felt his arms held tightly against his body, giving a shriek of agitation as he turned to see One Arm begin the process of binding him. Thus far, One Arm was not a friendly sort- an upfront threat to Hyena. The Boy had been a nuisance a few times, but perhaps some infatuation prevented him from seeing the more verbose male as a threat. One Arm had proven, numerous times, he was capable of subduing Hyena with minimal effort- literally single-handedly. Boy was less.. handsy, easier to buck off, smaller than he was in both weight and stature and therefore less of a threat to Hyena. With One Arm around, while he had yet to actually attempt serious harm on him, the scavenger figured it was only a matter of time before such an occurrence came to be.
He turned to try and bite the undead male, the quick, abrupt ‘clinkt’ of sharp metal snapping together was enough to rattle even Hyena’s brain and jarring him into silence for a few brief seconds. Enough time for One Arm to take notice of another resident seeking refuge in the underground tunnels beneath the city. He ceased his attacks on One Arm- for now- as eyes snapped to see the new person. Another smaller individual, one he could easily overpower for...whatever he wanted. Of course, he wanted food, something to fuel his thrashings and attempts to break uncomfortable bindings, but the other looked scrawny, and was still a hit too fresh for him to enjoy- especially given that the meal he did want was currently the one he wanted to fight. No, a creature of such small size would be enough to keep him from passing out from hunger for a couple of days, better than some radiated animal he could catch in the wastes or a rat that could no doubt be scurrying around these tunnels, but he would have to expend more energy to try and get loose from the ropes, and he was already feeling quite tired. His struggling weakened, taking favor in snapping his jaws and letting out small shrieks and yowls to try and intimidate and frighten.
He had at least given talking a try, and proved that speaking was not some physical impossibility to him.
𝌝𝌝
The UnderGround ‘Boy’, One Arm, new flesh Confused, exhausted Raiding Wear
”Kitty_Mew”
”C l e a r b r e e z e”
Adrenaline-Threat-Angel2
Posted: Mon May 21, 2018 10:36 am
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
Oh... these were supposed to be names? It was clear in his face, that Aidyn hadn't caught on the fact like his undead friend had. Just like he wouldn't have known that Hyena had already given him one as well. For the sake of binding the male, he didn't mind playing along and follow the request of the dead one. Who he would refer to as One Arm for his own purposes unless another name was noted.
The demon pointed to himself to keep up the distraction and said, "Aidyn... Ayy-din." He sounded out the syllables in a way the made it easier for the other. When Hyena began to thrash and shriek again, Aidyn would grab onto and hold him still.
"Sorry man, can't have you biting--" He stopped when a light sound rumbled in his ears. Shortly after, One Arm happened to yell to something, someone. His head snapped to follow the gaze of the other two, only to find that they'd gained company. Thank goodness it wasn't that freaky demon again.
This demon however, was getting wildly annoyed by the constant interruptions and new faces. Since when did he see more than maybe one lone boy sneaking around, searching for food, in a day?... This was tiring.
"The ******** do you want. You better not be here to steal my prize too." Aidyn growled, angrily, in an impulsive and poor choice of words towards this new figure. Yes, it was unclear what this mercenary thought of as a prize right now, but it was clear that he viewed something or someone here as a prize. Oops.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Hyena, One Arm Mood: Grumpy, tired Location: The UnderGround OOC: ...
Where: The Underground With: some unknown people Feeling: hungry, nervous OOC:
Nero froze when he was yelled at again, it seemed like all three of them knew where he was. But only two of them could possibly chase and catch him. The third one, the thinnest of the group was currently pinned under the one with the wolf ears. Maybe having to restrain that one would give the red head enough time to escape. But the thing that made the male nervous was not knowing what the first guy was capable of. It seemed as though he was missing an arm but that meant next to nothing. He could still be fast and strong enough to pin the red head and keep him from escaping.
Taking one slow step at a time, Nero continued moving backwards. He didn't answer the people in front of him, trying not to draw more attention to himself, even though his cover was already blown. He could already feel his muscles tensing, preparing to run the first chance he got. There was enough debris around that he could possibly create some obstacles for the others and give himself a better chance at getting away. But again, there were too many unknown variables and Nero would need to think and move fast if he wanted to keep his freedom.
Cade retained several facts from his erstwhile companions (he had switched to tentatively labeling the metal-toothed Hyena as a possible ally, rather than pure aggressor, even though the man still seemed determined to bite through some part of him). First, he learned that the dog-eared man he’d been labeling his companion was named ‘Aidyn.’ Second, he learned that ‘Aidyn’ looked at one of them as a prize, labeling him as something like a slave catcher, if not worse. There were various kinds of flesh peddlers in the city, for slaves and meat and organs and pets and soldiers and much else besides. A flash of indignation ran through him—how much risk he’d taken for this misery dealer!
His full reaction would come later. For now, still this new figure to deal with. Normally, Cade would have just let him go, since he didn’t seem inclined to interfere. His energy didn’t flag in the same way that a consumptive, alive body would, but there was still the limitation of the arm, but he was nonetheless having the whole progress of the day rewritten in an instant (a striking good Samaritan became an opportunist seeking exotic fare; an innocent attacked by a malevolent attacker became a slaver who’d bit off more than he could chew, so to speak).
With the new knowledge of Aidyn’s identity, however, he was feeling raw, more hurt by the knowledge than he really had any right to be after such a short encounter. The odds of a random person showing up down here in the underground with them was low, and he could only think this was someone else who bore them ill will. A scout, maybe; another slaver; an opportunist looking to hurt one or all of them (interesting that he still thought of ‘them’ as a mental category).
”Stop!” he called, with this in mind, tossing the rope ends, which he hadn’t yet secured with any kind of knot, to Aidyn.
He rose to his feet in a fluid movement attained through great activity in his life (and apparently not affected by his greater inactivity in death), moving forward toward the retreating figure at a good clip. He grabbed for one of the stranger’s arms with his single one (he really did need to remedy that). His appearance was likely somewhat shocking: apart from the pallor of death, the stitch marks that kept his head on his body and the ragged stump of what was usually a working arm, his expression was utterly serious.
Where: The Underground With: some unknown people Feeling: hungry, nervous OOC:
Nero paid little mind to the dog-eared male's comment, it actually causing the red head to move at a slightly faster pace. The last thing he wanted to deal with was a group of people catching anyone to sell for who knows what for. Stopping for a moment to look behind him, Nero tried to plan out his route to escape. He had scattered a lot of loose debris around while he was scavenging but if he moved the right way, he could avoid his huge mess and use it to put some distance between him and the strangers.
While planning his escape, the young male didn't notice the guy who yelled at him first stand, nor did he notice the male moving towards him at a rapid pace. It wasn't until the shadow of the figure crossed his peripherals that he finally noticed, turning his head only to be met with the reaching hand of the male. Nero's eyes widened, trying to scamper back to avoid the hand but failing as he just slid around thanks to the useless junk around him.
Freezing as he was grabbed by the arm, the red head looked up at the male holding him. The first thing he noticed was the unusual coloring of the male's skin, briefly wondering why before his eyes moved down to see the stitches wrapping around the male's neck. This new fact put the red head even more on the edge, starting to wiggle and try to pry his arm free. "I-I'm not doing anything! Let me go!" he said, still trying to get free.
"I'm just passing through, I want no part of whatever the hell is going on here." Nero gave the male holding him a glare, although it wavered slightly when his stomach growled again. He needed to get out of here and find some food fast, no matter how he needed to do it.
