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There was this moment in ones life where one found themselves staring straight into--

No, that moment definitely wasn't one of those "every life has it." In fact Roch found himself staring blankly at the fuzzy thing for a very long moment, wondering what in the hell that thing was--and why there were two of them just like it behind it.

Three alpacas. And the one right in his face let out a disgusting noise, then spit right in his face before meandering away a few steps and--FARTING.

"OOOYYYE!! You jacktard! I can't breathe!!" Roch croaked, his eyes watering from the smell. He swore the world swirled in front of his eyes for a moment, it was that bad. And they were right in the middle of the school campus.

Roch was still choking, feeling like throwing up. "He... farted... in my face," he gasped out, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It was FOUL," he added. "I don't know what they are, but--"

He took a moment to breathe fresh air, then broke into a grin, "I wanna ride one," he said, getting to his feet. "You got any rope, King?" he asked. "Let's catch one!"

King frowned, Alpacas were apparently quite rude. He agreed on the note of them being foul however, and did not want to scent them again. "Ride-" Shaking his head, King let Roch go. "Madness. But-" He growled. "I can herd."

Speaking of which, he watched tha Alpaca's movement, how they moved as a until. "I will separate one, and then you may attempt to mount it."

Dashing off he began the task of trying to break them apart. Take apart the herd to get the weak, the confused and lost. They kill.

Senga descended after Jay without a word, not quite interested in the Alpaca's so much as getting this all over with. From years and years of experience, the young horseman had learned the painstaking skill of drowning out Jay's jibberjabber, but when she yelled at him to follow her and dove, he took the hint that she'd seen something and folded his wings, dropping after her and quickly spotting what she'd gotten so excited about. An alpaca. Or... well, multiple alpacas? Senga frowned, hitting the ground a few feet away from them and staring scrutinizingly at their seemingly harmless exteriors. From a lot of experience learning the hard way, he knew not to underestimate them. Especially if the head priestess herself had asked them to round the damned things up.

"Let's just make this quick, there are probably more." He told Jay, glancing over at her with slumping shoulders. "We don't know how many escaped, or which one is Mr. Fluffy." It was almost comical to hear that kind of name coming from Senga, but the horseman tried to ignore it in favor of their task. Of course, there was one other thing to take care of...

"Hey," Senga raised his voice for once in a very rare occasion, waving his wings at Roch and King. "Those alpaca's are ours," well, not really, but --, "so whatever you do, don't kill them." He looked over at Jay to choose their first target; after all, she'd been the one to spot them first. She should do the honors. And anyways... Senga wasn't quite sure he wanted to get too close just yet. These creatures weren't like the ones back in War's jungles. They were much... fluffier.

"We ain't gonna kill it! We're gonna ride it," Roch said, grinning evilly as he jumped at the alpaca that King had herded for him. He grabbed the alpaca around the neck, earning a snort that he swore was a curse, and a headbutt to the chin. "Ow, you little jacker! Hold still, I'm gonna ride you!" he added, jerking it around.

Roch's HP: 35/40
Dmg: 5
Alpaca A's HP: 25/30

"Jay, we are not here to ride the alpacas."

Like that one would get through to her.

Senga restrained himself from flying away to find a different herd of alpacas just barely, watching with a terribly flat expression at Jay's first attempt to ******** the alpaca. Obviously, he was being ignored. Returning King's look with a cold stare, the executioner huffed, pulling down his hood and shaking out tawny hair. "Your kind are always too stubborn." He rumbled disapprovingly before staring at Roch. "Are none of you taking this seriously?" He asked, a nearly desperate tinge to his tone when he turned to stare back at Jay, who was all but rolling around on the floor in pain.

Where was Iyari when he needed her most?

Shoulders dropping, Senga grasped the concept that there would be no wrangling before they brought the alpaca's down from their energetic high. Too bad they didn't have any rope. The executioner sighed, ruffled his wings, and trotted over to Jay to help out with the alpaca.

Extending his wings, Senga leapt onto the fluffy things back, digging his claws in as it began to buck. Weapons wouldn't work; this wasn't a hunt.

Senga tried to balance himself on the alpaca's back for as long as he could, but the thing was friskier than he'd anticipated, and after a few minutes, the young executioner went flying, landing unceremoniously on top of ******** alpacas.

HP: 35/40
Damage: 1. Senga, you suck.
Alpaca A HP: 24/30

As the two horsemen decided they were going to go for the one her and Roch had staked out, they were dead wrong. Especially pelt boy. The alpaca certainly didn't seem fond of the idea of being herded, but King was not one to fault it for that. But- Roch and he had first rights as far as the wolfos was concerned. The horsemen could go find their own alpaca.

"This one is OURS." He barked, fur bristling. "Find your own prey. A pride and honor is not stubbornness. Not backing down from a previous claim however, IS." Turning to herd the alpaca more, he snapped his jaws at it, trying to get a solid bite but only earning a kick in the face.

HP: 25
Used FEAR: Tainted Fang y1, miss

Erintis was so amused at the other clansmen and the students she hadn't noticed the alpaca chewing on her robes.

"...really!?"

She shreiked when she felt a tug. Oh the head preistess' pet or not this thing was going to pay.

Erintis HP: 35/40
Damage: --NA--
Alpaca B Hp: 30/30