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| Shapeshifter Isle Special - The Expedition; The Wolf Meets The Puma | |
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| Black Ice | Nov 9 2013, 01:31 PM Post #1 |
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Time - Night Location - Nicholas Campsite "Can it ya damn mutt!" I yell kicking a rock over at the dog. It barks again after dodging it. I had only just stumbled upon this camp after days of crossing the sandbars and yet I was already getting pissed by this damn dog. Zane walks over to me and speaks. "Chill the fuck out dude it's just as annoying as you." He laughs as he kicks the last of the wet sand off his bare feet before looking into the night sky. I growl at him before looking back at the barking dog. Suddenly I notice Paul walking over to me along with Soren and an unfamiliar man. I glare deep into the mans eyes yet he doesn't see me looking at him. They stop a few feet infront of me as we stood around the wreckage and fire. Soren clears his throat before speaking. "Drake, Zane I want you both to meet Morris, and that's his dog John over there still barking at Drake." He finishes letting out a snicker as he stares at the dog. I glance back at the mutt before turning back to Morris who surprisingly is looking calm as ever at us. You'd expect him to think we came to kill him, especially me as I looked like some type of forest grim reaper in my robed hood and black pants. I pop my fingers before wrapping myself in my robes and speaking. "Are you and that damned dog the only ones here?' I scoff glancing at a tent over from me and noticing the carcass of a dead bear. Morris inhales deeply before speaking cutting me off from thinking. "No, Nicholas my friend is in the back in the tent, he hurt himself." He finishes right as a female voice rings in my head startling me. "One of them is near...." She speaks to my psyche. I give off a startled look before quickly brushing it off. What the hell was going on in my head? Who's near? So many questions, so little time. I return back to the conversations as Paul cuts me off right as I was about to speak, slightly annoying me. "Hurt doing what?" He asks morris glancing over at the tent. "Well... you probably won't believe it, but he got tore up fighting and killing that bear over there." He says pointing over towards the carcass that caught my eye earlier. My eyes widen as Paul and Soren rush over to the bear in amazement. "This bear is huge as FUCK!" Soren screams in amazement. Zane soon walks over and inspects it. He is startled by what he sees. "This is a black bear, yet it's way too big to be normal. How on earth did a human manage to kill this thing?" Zane speaks in disbelief. "So I guess Drake isn't a human huh? He killed a couple large wolves and a freaking Irish Elk solo. And Zachary killed coyotes with his teeth." Soren finishes his rebuttal right as Paul smacks him across his head. "You know we aren't supposed to talk about that!" He says as Soren rubs his head. "Owwww." He mumbles. Everyone is suddenly interrupted by Morris. "You.... killed an Irish Elk.... alone??? Aren't those extinct??" Morris says giving off genuine signals of shock and uneasiness as he glances at me. I part my lips ready to end all this useless talking when I hear a voice ring out from the tent. "Can it John!" The unknown voice yells out at the dog, who I and everyone else had forgot was still barking at us. Everyone turns to greet the new guy while I throw off my hood exposing my face to the illuminent light given off by the flickering firespit. The moon shone brightly down on us all. Soon the man emerges, he looked about my height and build except with paler skin and shorter hair. He was covered in bandages yet something about him unnerved me, I didn't like it at all. I walk over to the him along with Paul, Zane, Soren, and Morris as Morris introduces us. "Ah your awake, well ummmmm this is Drake, Zane, Soren, and Paul." Morris says walking over to the man to make sure he was able to stand. The mystery man gestures to Morris before speaking. "What the fuck do you want?" He says arrogant and annoyed. I get ready to walk over to him but am interrupted by Soren who seemingly knew that I was going to do that. I hold my tongue as the boy speaks. "We were just walking across the sandbars charting new territory and we happened to stumble across your camp. We are no threat, we just wanted to see if anyone was here." He finishes rubbing his hands together to keep them warm. The man speaks again. "Hehe whatever, my name is Nicholas, you already seem to have met Morris and my dog John. It's nice to know that there are other people on this island." He finishes wincing in pain. All of a sudden Zane speaks. "Did you really kill that bear over there?" He asks pointing over to the carcass. Nicholas nods, I glance over at Soren who in an instant gives him the same glare he gave me when I killed that elk. I wanted to roundhouse kick that look right out of his skull but with held my annoyance. Then Soren speaks again. "That means you are just like Dra-" "If you finish that sentence i'm drowning you in the water." I cut him off with a cold voice as I throw on my hood. And gaze at the starry night sky. A cool breeze whipped across the area. Zane speaks again clearing his thoughts. "Well we have come from a camp back across the sandbars and through th grasslands and then a bit of forestry. It's a large camp of survivors from a boat crash." He finishes right as Morris eyes lit up like car lights. "You crashed from a boat as well?" He speaks excitedly. Paul nods. i decide to cut the chit chat and speak again. "Enough talk, we still have a mission to attend to. Wrap it up guys we are moving." I finish my sentence. "Can they come with us back to camp?" Paul asks as I look into the fire. "I don't care, it's up to them. But if they do decide to come they do WHAT I say, WHEN I say." I scoff still looking into the flames. I shot an uneasy glance at Nicholas who was staring back at me, as if he felt the same uneasiness I felt. A long silence ensued before Nicholas finally spoke again. "Fuck it fine, whatever. But finish doing what you gotta do first. If you want we'd be grateful if you guys just rested here for the rest of the night. I know Morris and John are exhausted keeping watch so long." He says glancing at Morris. I was about to answer but apparently our next move was already decided by my group as they all answered back in unison. "YES!" Soren laughed falling on his ass and getting ready to sleep. "I'm down." Wild also says walking over to the fire and sitting down. "Whatever." Zane mumbles plopping down under some wreckage and drifting off into sleep. "I guess we could rest for tonight." I finally reply. "We can continue our journey in the morning, once we are done we will escort you guys back to our camp. However I'm not responsible for your safety." Morris nods as he motions for john to come to him and both retreat into their sleeping quarters and Nicholas returns back into his tent. I once again have a strange dream....... The bestial wolf runs at the werepuma in a snarling fury before ramming into it headfirst and rolling down into the dirt as it viciously snapped at the werepumas throat, the latter of which securely latched its forearms on the wolfs face keeping its jaws from gaining anymore ground. The canimorph then swipes with its massive right hand ripping out a long gash along the felines bronze furred torso with its claws. The feline suddenly retaliates by exploding into the wolf as it grapples with the beast raking its claws against the loose whitish fur of its opponent. A fearsome mix of barks, hisses, snarls, and screeches can be heard as the near equal sized canimorph and felimorph tear into each others hides with tooth and claw. Soon enough the werepuma manages to gain a quick advantage and kicks the werewolf off of it sending the dog flying into some bushes, but before the cat could recollect itself the wolf explodes from the bushes again for another round as the two beasts clashed once again. The battlefield was covered in blood as the bipedal wolf combated the werepuma throw a mix of grappling, claws, biting, and howling as the two tore fur and skin from their enemies bones. The two monsters squared off again in the dark forest before rushing at each other for another bout. The werepuma leaped in the air down at the werewolf while the latter launched itself like a spring from the ground at its enemy Daybreak....... I awaken as a cool wet sea breeze blows my hood off my head as I slept along the outskirts of the camp. I stand on my feet before tossing my hood back on and gearing up before walking over to my still sleeping camp members all while thinking about the dream I just had. What was the meaning of it? Or was I just having an irrelevant dream again? "Wake up Paul." I say leaning down and thumping Paul in the forehead. He immediately jumps up and rubs where I thumped him before cursing under his breath and walking away to wake the others. "Morris, Nick where are you two?" I yell across the campsite as Zane and Soren walk over to me all geared up and ready to go. Nicholas who I now called Nick even without his consent emerged from his tent still limping slightly. I glance at the bandages wrapping him up before looking around at Morris and John emerging from their tent. The sun shined brightly, a little too brightly than expected for what seemed to me like 8 in the morning. Though due to my bad sense of telling time from the sun it could very well be 3 in the afternoon. I chuckle to myself before stretching and beckoning everyone over to me. "Alright guys here's what we are gonna do.." I begin to speak as everyone gathers around. "We are going to have to stop this expedition short for the time being." I continue on, Paul and Zane give surprised looks while Soren has a sense of worry to his face. "Why? We aren't even done exploring this side of the delta, in fact we haven't even started mapping this area." Zane speaks out against me. I nod in agreement to his accusation. I initially had planned for this expedition to only last a few days, yet we have been away from camp for over 2 weeks now, way off my initial return time. I inhale the cool humid and wet air before exhaling deeply and speaking again. "True, but things have come up. Now we have an injured stranger along with his friends and damned annoying dog that we can't just leave here, despite me not caring either way." I continue as I catch Nick rolling his eyes at my last comment. I hear him whisper under his breath. "Fuck you too then Drake...." "But alas, we could use more help back at the camp and the dog. So we are headed back to Walter and the others effective immediately, I have a feeling we're needed back there soon anyway." I finally finish and wait for objections. A long silence followed as everyone stared at each other. "Fine whatever, pack up and lets roll out." Zane mumbles dragging his katana along the sand as he made his way to the sandbars. "Zane your gonna dull your blade more than it already is if you keep dragging it across the terrain like that." Paul butts in running behind him. Zane simply shrugs and continues doing what he was doing. I laugh. "Soren, Morris, John, Nick, your with me. Do you have any weapons?" I ask Nick as I look around trying to answer the question myself. "We only have a bowie knife and a spear gun, not much else." Nick says as he starts walking a little easier, he seemed to be healing a lot quicker than one normally should. I think to myself for a moment before shrugging. "Ah well that'll do, come with us." I finish and with that I spin around and start walking to catch up with the others already a good deal ahead of us. Morris and Nick exchange words for a brief moment before they alert John to follow them and trail behind me. My feet slosh through the watery sand sticking to my feet as I hold my robe like jacket around me as a wind breaker with my hood. I ponder over my first adidas jacket I got rid of before I left out here with this robe. It offered more freedom and flexibility for me, as well as making me look more like a native badass. However I can't recall when I exactly got it, it's as if I just woke up with it one day. "We're on our way back Walter, hold it down." I mutter to myself as I see the grasslands off into the distance while the sun extends over us reaching noon. Edited by Black Ice, Nov 12 2013, 02:42 PM.
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 11 2013, 06:34 PM Post #11 |
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I planed on something similar occuring anyway |
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| Wild | Nov 11 2013, 06:35 PM Post #12 |
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cool as long as it's good quality |
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 11 2013, 07:06 PM Post #13 |
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Just a rough idea and its a long way away anyway |
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| Black Ice | Nov 12 2013, 11:11 AM Post #14 |
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Done. We are on our way back to Walter now. |
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 12 2013, 11:25 AM Post #15 |
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Tis a spear gun,as in those thing some people fish with, not just a spear |
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| Black Ice | Nov 12 2013, 02:42 PM Post #16 |
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Edited
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| VenomousDragon | Nov 12 2013, 04:32 PM Post #17 |
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Thanks. |
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