Anepou turned Purpard at his newest opponent, and spurred his mount forwards.
He had thought the wings were for show, so when Purpard took off and flew... well, he went off the side of his mount, yelling in frustration as a wing hit him on the way down. ((NPC WINS as Ane fell off. Again.))
Ane snarled in irritation and got back up, and headed back to the pen to try for another goddamn mount. There was not a chance in hell he'd give up now. He circled the pen, eyeing everything inside of it, hoping to find something with oomph, but not something that'd drop him on the first go. He was considering trying for something like the first Mount he'd caught... It was cute, had done OK, he just hadn't been good enough, and it hadn't harmed him... Or maybe one of the turtle things... Might be slow but he doubted it'd knock him off via speed.
He heard a noise behind him and found... he had been picked by a mount. It was staring down at him, giving him a challenge he couldn't back down from. It was another beast like Purpard, but he wasn't going to call THIS one by the same goddamn name, no chance in hell. Part of him was swearing up a storm at this, because he wasn't actually sure he'd be able to stay on when it took off, but another part was going 'A SECOND CHANCE? ******** YEAH!' which wasn't his normal modus opperandi to be honest, but he WAS unusually pissed at his repeated fails.
He nodded, and snagged the dangling reins the beast was taunting, or perhaps merely challenging, him with, and stared at it. "All of you have been named so far, and you will be no exception. You will be Drake."
Anepou was about to try to see if he could calm this challenging beast down when it apparently got mad that he'd actually had the guts to take it up on it's challenge of him, or possibly it decided what Ane had named it was lame, because Drake went on a ******** rampage, full on out of control, I HATE THE WORLD AND AM GOING TO KILL SOMETHING OR SOME ONE berserk mode.
It started lunging around, furiously trying to yank the reins free, snapping it's teeth at anyone near enough. Ane tried not to panic, because the last thing he wanted was HIS mount hurting some one else, just because he was a failure at taming the goddamn things. He hauled on the reins, hard as he can, leaning backwards with all of his weight.
Unfortunately, this got Drake's attention back on HIM, and HOLY ******** that hurt, because Drake bit him, and bit him hard. He managed not to let go of the reins but he swore like a sailor who'd had five too many and woke to find his crewmates had tied him to the side of the ship to prevent him from puking on all of THEIR things too. He swore imaginatively, creatively, and in three different languages, one of which is considered a dead language. After several minutes of turning the air blue, and possibly black or purple as well with his language, he took a deep breath, glowered at Drake, and snarled "We ain't done yet, kid."
After a moment, Drake calmed down, completely and suddenly, leaving Ane suspicious as ********. The strange beast tilted it's head, and suddenly appeared to be giving Ane a coy look, and it made a 'kuuuuuuuuu' noise at him, eyes wide open in the puppy dog position, practically. Ane stared at it, and took half a step back, not at all stupid. "Do you think I am about to fall for that cuteness? You just bit me, after acting like a freaking maniac." He refused to touch anything more then the beast's reins, despite it tilting it's head invitingly at Ane, like it wanted scratchies.
He leaned back against the fence, as the damned beast tried to tempt him further. "I am not stupid. I like animals, but you've made it clear, you are not cute or friendly pet, and I am not risking you sinking MORE teeth into me. This isn't going to be a thing, no matter how hard you try to convince me you are now actually innocent and friendly and kind, and you want me to looooove you." He snorted and slapped the reins against his thigh, his eyes narrowed. "I'm all too aware of what that kind of thing can lead me towards."
After a moment, Drake stopped its temptation tactics, and took a moment to tilt its large head at an angle that seemed impossible in nature, staring intently at Ane. Ane stared back, sternly, and was surprised when Drake seemed to do something like a smile, and then just... calmed down. Ane moved, carefully, forwards, and found he could mount.
And discovered that Drake was a trap of a beast, because as soon as he mounted, the ******** began to rear and buck, knocking poor Anepou back on his a**. "******** I am so BRUISED goddamnit!" He yelled in utter frustration.
Anepou stared at the sky, silent for several minutes, refusing to move. He had to get up eventually, he knew that, but the idea of moving, the humiliation he felt coursing though his body was making him just want to melt into the grass and die at that moment, which would just make the grass grow better, he was sure. However, he refused to give up and die. He was already filthy, and lord the showers he was going to take after this, in pain and humiliated. He refused to give up until he succeeded. He was not a whiner, a loser, nor could he let anyone claim he wasn't determined to win.
He stood up with care, and slowly stretched out every muscle he could manage, wincing at how much they ached. Tomorrow was going to be a hellish day, with all these bruises on him, but he refused to let himself care about it. He had to win. He walked back to the pen, determination on his tan face, his eyes narrowed in a death glare at the monstrous mounts within. He refused, this time, to let anyone else pick for him, or to be tempted by beasts who felt they could get an easy escape with him. Instead, he snagged the reins of a large felid, and stared at it. "You're Fluffy. COPE, dammit." And moved the creature, fighting though it might be, out of the way to begin taming the gods be damned evil fluffball.
As he turned to work on Fluffy, Fluffy took exception to Anepou, Anepou's name for it, Anepou's looks, and just about anything that could be said to have anything to do with Anepou ever. Or at least that's what Anepou had to assume, because the damn beast let out a screaming CatShriek of Mother ******** Doom and LUNGED at him. Anepou tried to jump out of the way and fell on his a** for the fifty millionth time, or at least that is how his a** felt, today. Fluffy snarled and yowled, landing on top of him, claws out.
Ane cried out in pain as the ******** cat began to stomp and dance on top of him, leaving Ane with more cuts and bruises, just because, apparently, the Fates of Pain had not had ENOUGH fun with Ane today. Ane began to roll to the side, letting go of the reins for the moment. The last thing he needed was to get his a** tied to the underside of this thing. It might try to disembowel him next. He managed to get out from under the ferocious freaked out felidae, and jumped to his feet. He managed to dart around the beast, confusing it long enough that he managed to get his hands on the reins, and it stopped yowling, and stomping. For the minute, anyways. He did not look forwards to seeing if it would try to kill him again, but he wasn't done yet. He hadn't managed to mount.
As Ane got his hands on the reins, however, something nipped him from behind, startling him into dropping it again. He whirled, but was unable to figure out what had nipped him. "******** hell..." He snapped, and turned back around to find that goddamn Fluffy had left the building. So to speak.
Swearing more in frustration, Anepou stalked back to the pen, covered in grass and dirt, furious as ********. He managed to snag the reins of something, he didn't care what this time, and discovered it was a goat. "Thunder. You're Thunder." Is all he could come up with and he set to the taming.
Thunder, much to his surprise and consternation, apparently took an instant liking to him, or maybe the grass all over Anepou. Thunder coo'd at him, and pranced sidelong, while watching Anepou. Ane stared, then went "ROund three of NOPE I'm not petting that. Ya'll must think I really AM dumb." He stared at the beast, and waited, and found it was soon ready to let him mount.
Ane, mounted at last, turned Thunder towards an opponent. When he heard the signal to go, he snarled out "THUNDER, CHARGE." And ran, headlong, at the other Hunter. He was utterly surprised, and pleased, to find he had DEFEATED AN OPPONENT at last.
The word about jousting had gotten around, even to those who didn't seem to want to hear about it. It didn't seem like something Sheldon would do (was anything?) but for at least scientific purposes he gathered that perhaps he should at least check it out. Besides, the idea of these Apex mini pets intrigued him; what set them apart from the ones in the labs and how exactly was one supposed to joust on them.
It actually surprised him to see how large the beasts actually were - almost amazing they were able to withstand being on Deus but perhaps their size amounted to this. Sheldon deeply wanted to simply observe them, afar and up close and just take notes. Perhaps watch as the others wrangled them and fought upon the mighty beasts. But, even he knew that sometimes the best way to get the proper information was to get up close and personal. Even if it meant getting up close and personal and 'dirty.' Sigh, physical activity.
Their aggression was very apparent, even without having to be told so Sheldon sided up to one as gently as possible; which really just looked like him normally walking really, all bored like with his hands in his pockets.
Of all the ones he could pick, he felt himself drawn towards the gigantic spider. Like it was fate or something.
name: Sheldon journal:A link! division: Life (Intermediate) arcana: Magician description: Tall, lanky and covered in so many layers of clothing its hard to actually judge his physique. His short unkept hair is dyed green and his amber eyes usually look bored, annoyed and ready to shut to sleep. That heap in a corner not moving might actually be him passed out... Sheldon enjoys smoking, avoiding certain people and working in the pod room since its always quiet there.
Though he felt like he had found just the most perfect specimen for him to attempt this mounted jousting, the large spider was not just going to listen to him apparently. He was going to put in some effort to gain it to his side. (Sigh).
It nearly tried to kill him as soon as he pressed a palm to it. That wounded him more in his pride and his affections for the creature than it did physically. It did still hurt though. A lot.
They found themselves at an impasse, staring down one another. It with its many eyes fixated upon his form and his with his pair of bored looking ones. His side still ached from where it had struck him but he was going to stand his ground because this spider was going to let him tame it.
Because it was a spider and he rather liked spiders ( and other arachnids, antropods, insects and whatever was a creepy and a crawly). "You will allow me to tame you. And study you. You beautiful ugly thing." He growled, though his voice never really raising that that of a yell but he could at least be forceful and demanding at times. It shrieked again but thankfully didn't strike at him again.
It did nothing, though seemed to perhaps finally come to its senses and allow him to proceed. Excellent.
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