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Post by Thinga-m'-bob & Friends on Jun 19, 2023 18:49:49 GMT -5
It was a week after the race, and someone had decided to put me to work. A network of leather and wood with little metal bits and ends was strapped to me before I was smacked in the rump. We set off, traveling across the wide open grasslands for a few days before coming across a creek. We set up camp there, replenished the water skins, and the bipeds turned in for the night.
I was sick of pulling all day, there was a steady source of water nearby, so I figured it was good a place as any to make my escape. I started chewing at the leather straps that went through a metal loop, which connected me to the big heavy wooden wagon. The mushroom man caught wind of what I was trying to do, and helped me undo the other side with more dexterous limbs. After a minute or so, I was free. Suddenly there was a shout from the night watch. I felt a vague sense of guilt that I probably shouldn't be ditching everyone, but I ran anyways. I darted through camp and found that there were yelling not because I'd escaped, but because they were fighting, a hand full of strangers had people tied up and those of us left standing were fighting a losing battle. I felt another wave of that vague guilt as I turned tail and ran the other way- right into a pair of guys wielding axes. They said something placating to me, but I could tell from the way they snickered to each other (“Hey, it’s kinda pretty.” “Yeah, the kinda thing some rich-ass bastard might like to pay a pretty penny for.”)- and the fact they were wielding axes, that they had less than innocent intentions. Blocked off from both sides, I haphazardly started attacking. One of them grabbed the reins and I pushed him down with my front paws. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and the sound of wood rattling my brains resonated in my head as the world went black.
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Post by Yuki Sakoda on Jun 25, 2023 7:46:59 GMT -5
Yuki was assigned to patrol with a team of other mercenaries. She was glad to have taken a trip to Madam Evalyn's shop as she acquired night vision, which allowed her to navigate easier along the forest trail they were patrolling. Also, it made her bright blue eyes glow a little as she looked around. Eventually along the path, she and the other mercenaries could hear some shouting, which made her eyes widen in alert as she followed the other mercenaries, eventually exiting out from the trail to arrive at the camp of chaos by the creek.
Her crew let out their own battle shouts as they charged into the scene, coming to aid those that were still alive at the scene who barely had anything to defend themselves except for the tools that they used to perform their tasks. Yuki charged in as well, her body of the coat tied around her waist flapping behind her along with her unique tail as the gorgeous half-sylvan skidded to a stop to look around and take the scene in. In the distance she could see...what is that? A Chimera? She noticed that the creature was limp on the ground with two figures in the process of moving it.
She started to make a run towards the Chimera to try to aid it, but suddenly found herself intercepted by a cultist that was free to fight. He was brandishing a two-handed axe as he immediately went for a swing, but Yuki was lucky enough to see the swing coming ahead of time as she rolled past him. She immediately rose back up to her feet and twirled around with a clenched fist as she clocked the Cultist in the temple with the impact of a woman that grew up in a chaotic environment that required using her fists to defend herself, having been born and raised in Stormgale.
The impact of the punch forced him to stagger and drop his weapon, but he was still up and let out a growl of rage as he suddenly lunged at Yuki, locking his arms around her waist and pulling her up into a bearhug as Yuki's hands rested on shoulders as she looked up into the air as she howled out in pain as the Cultist had some strength behind her, proving to have quite the bearlike grasp on the Half-Sylvan as she then looked back down at him with gritted teeth. She brought her hands to grasp at his face as she tried to force his head back to try to ease up some of the pressure around her body as her washboard abs and breasts pressed firmer against his upper body as her tail dangled limp and her heels slowly danced up and down behind her, however she found his grip was unrelenting. She knew she needed to do something fast or she was going to end up with some broken ribs. She changed her grip to shift her thumbs to press into his eyes as she dug in with gritted teeth as she growled out.
Her thumbs caved in his eyes as the cultist screamed out and immediately released Yuki. As she dropped back down to her feet she suddenly swung up with her fist, catching him in apparently his glass jaw as he crumbled to the ground out cold as Yuki panted a little, clutching her ribs as she looked around. The Chimera and those who dragged it away were gone and the area was now less a few cultist, some meeting their ends from the experienced mercenaries that joined her and probably a few extra cultists ran off, having completed their tasks as some of the tied up people were gone as well. She walked over towards where she last seen the Chimera, looking around, trying to see if she could pick up any clues to where it was dragged off to.
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Post by Thinga-m'-bob & Friends on Jul 7, 2023 14:53:05 GMT -5
Smack smack smack smack. I felt a frantic series of taps on my cheek and began to slowly come to. It was hot, with jostling bodies and chains in every direction. I tasted cloth in my mouth, felt metal around my legs, and the sound of hooves and wheels over bumpy ground rattled my ears and skull. I let out a half hearted huff to let my companion know I was alive before opening my eyes. It’s dark- which I’m thankful for, as I don't think I could take the piercing light of day on top of the pounding throb at the base of my skull on top of the rattling of the carriage. the mushroom man was in front of me, hugging my muzzle once he realized I was awake. I let him have a moment before gently pushing him away with my tongue, giving him a little lick and a sniff to make sure he was okay. I could feel there were some small scratches on his back but he was otherwise uninjured.
Having reassured each other, the mushroom man reclaimed his usual spot between my antlers and we looked around. By my head there was a chewed up drawstring bag, which I spat out the remains of- probably the little guy’s work- and all around us were people. Five of the bipeds who’d been in the caravan with us were bound and squished into the margins of the dimly lit moving rectangular box we were being kept in. Early morning light- or perhaps early evening light, depending on how long I’d been asleep- trickled through a high grated window and lent the box just enough brightness to see. Most of the bipeds were still asleep, but two of them were awake. I sniffed around the sleeping ones before turning to the conscious ones. They stared at me with a mix of fear, awe and curiosity. Nice, no murderous intent I thought to myself, seeing as most groups of bipeds seemed to want to murder me on sight, and I didn’t really know what I’d do trapped in a box with a pair of people trying to kill me. True, one of them looked more disgusted and defensive, but the one beside him held him back and extended an open palm in greeting. I gave it a sniff before nodding to the both of them. He continued to try and communicate with me, and I didn’t really have anything better to do, seeing as my feet were manacled to the bottom of the cart, so I did my best to go along with it.
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Post by Yuki Sakoda on Jul 16, 2023 7:57:19 GMT -5
With one last breath, Yuki relieved herself from the pain of the bearhug she experienced as she frowned about being unable to assist the Chimera. She did notice the drag marks though and followed the trail until that trail ended and a new one began as she noticed a pair of parallel tracks, indicating a carriage or a caravan. She then jogged back to the camp and looked around noticing the injured were being taken care of and the dead were being prepared to be dragged back to town so they could be properly buried. She then approached the leader of the scouting party. "I believe the raiders have taken a few captives and hauled them off on a wagon. I found their trail." She mentioned as jogged back to the trail to show it off to the leader whom looked around. Taking note of alternate paths to take to try to create shortcuts.
"Alright then, let's gather who's not pre-occupied and continue the hunt." The leader mentioned with a smirk, he was a bald dwarf with a grey beard and a few battle scars on his face and an eye patch and wielded a great axe on his back. He marched towards the camp as Yuki followed as he let out a whistle that got the attention of the rest of the militia. "Come on crew! Those that aren't busy tending to the wounded, we got no time to waste, the hunt continues, this way!" He called out as he then marched back towards the trail with Yuki and the rest of the remaining militia hot on the trail. Which hopefully, with the bulk of the caravan and how narrow the trail was, shouldn't be much of an issue, though the caravan did have a huge head start.
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Post by Thinga-m'-bob & Friends on Jul 18, 2023 23:12:18 GMT -5
As the light seeping in through the grid gradually got brighter and brighter, more of our wagon mates began to get up. Now all seven of us were awake. There was the one I was trying to communicate with- a white haired, pointy eared, lanky, male with thistle-flower colored skin, and the now-less-terrified fluffy haired, fair skinned, round eared youth beside him. On my other side, now awake was a tanned, pink haired female with tusks protruding from her lips and floppy ears the same color as the hair they sprout from, who studied me and everyone else in the wooden box for a few seconds, before wiggling around to try and free herself, which woke the child next to her- a child with frizzy peacock- blue hair and a face disproportionately chubby to her scrawny body, who was also wiggling around and trying to look around, but my antlers seemed to get in her way. I tried to lower my head to let her meet the others, and they exchanged an awkward wave, but now she was petting me and holding the mushroom man captive. The last one to wake up- a stout, middle aged brown haired lady with tanned and weathered skin- was unfortunate enough to have my face in hers when she woke up, screamed bloody murder. The wagon we was stopped, and people were talking outside. Shortly after, the door to the back of the wagon was opened, and the still screeching lady was knocked unconscious. We were also flung a loaf of tack, an armful of grass, and a bottle of water, before the door was once again slammed in our faces and bolted shut. The pink haired lady and my conversational companion made desperate lunges toward the door, but one tripped over the unconscious one’s prone form, and the other tripped over the little girl, and all either of them got for their efforts was a door in the face. Considering their hands and feet were still bound, it was a predictable ending. It was kind of sad, with how hard they tried, but my first reaction was to let out a short huffy laugh.
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