Post by Kvatch on Jul 11, 2011 1:46:01 GMT -5
Grassy Plains
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These grasslands extend almost as far as the eye can see in every direction save the north; tall, rippling grasses virtually uninterrupted, save for the the occasional stunted tree or rocky formation. At first glance, this place may seem as desolate as any desert, often overcast by the area's frequent surprise thunderstorms. Upon a closer inspection, however, it becomes clear this land is teeming with life, much of it occurring below the line of the tall grasses, which reach heights of a few feet at least. Wild horses, bison, and pronghorn can often be seen moving off in the distance, going about their business, and
smaller animals move amongst the obscuring foliage.
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[East] to the Prairie [North] to the Merge
[Northeast] to the Pond [Northwest] to the River
[South] to the Steppe [Southeast] to the Scrubland
[Southwest] to the Foothills [West] to the Lowlands
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Brutal, Male Wolf
Grim, Male Wolf
Orion, Male Horse
Wind, Male Dog
Zeladoni, Female Horse
The afternoon has been rather relaxed and the herd can be found within the middle of the prairie. Orion is making his way towards the edge, tail lashing and ears perking forward with a faint snuffle escaping him at times while he takes in the different scents on the passing breeze. The young stallion pauses and snuffles out while his head lifts and he glances one way and then another before lowering his head down and snags a mouth full of grass and goes about chewing on it.
It has been a long journey over mountains and through craggy canyons, which as of a day ago, made the wide expanse of open plains and grassland a welcome sight- especially when you've been staring at nothing but rocks for many days past. But now, after only a day of tromping through shoulder high grass, Grim is already tiring of the scenery. "Rocks, rocks, and rocks. Now all we got is grass! Where are the trees I ask! Do you see a tree? I sure the hell don't. Ya know why? Cause there aren't any!" Huff. Puff. Snort. Coming to a pause, Grim takes a moment to take in his surroundings- not that they've changed much in the last six hours. "Feels like we're going in circles." he remarks, sparing a glance over his shoulder toward the darker wolf who silently follows after him, only to turn and squint into the horizon "Do you see any trees?"
If anyone has the right to piss and moan about a change in scenery, Brutal most certainly does. All he's been staring at for the last few moons has been the backside of his brother. Though in his opinion, it's the prettier end. Sauntering along after Grim, the big wolf follows in a manner not so different from auto pilot, a blank expression upon his face as his mind wanders off on other more interesting ventures, leaving the constant babbling of his brother's voice faded out until it is not but a dull droning sound in his ears. However, when Grim pulls up to a halt, Brutal eases up to sidle in next to him, a small smirk curling back his dark flews in regards to circles. "Sounds like it too." rumbles the big male with a chuckle, that smirk cracking into a wider grin as he fixes Grim with a brief side glance. Though so as to not be useless, Brutal does make an attempt to find said trees, crooning a deep and thoughtful "Hmmm...". Yellow eyes scan the grassland, and while he spots no trees, he does spot something else that demands some attention. Eyes widen a fraction and Brutal shifts his weight to gain Grim's attention with a firm nudge of his shoulder and a gesturing toss of his muzzle in the direction of the wandering stallion. "Umm..not to change the subject, but what is that?"
Compard to the wolves Orion is rather large to say the least and even in mid chew of the lush green grasses he does catch the new scent upon the breeze of the brothers. A faint snuffle escapes him and with ears flicking forward and back he glances around to try and catch sight of the canine pair. A fore hoof strikes the ground a few times kicking up dirt in the process while he shifts forward, long tail lashing about. Soon enough he catches sight of the wolves, ears flicking forward and he eyes the pair thinly. While he may not be named the lead stallion yet he'll not let anyone harm the herd that he grew up in that's for sure. A loud neigh rings out to alert the rest of the herd that there are predators about.
"Oh hardy har har." is Grim's rather unamused retort to his brother, though he does crack a smirk a second later. However, the expression is short lived before the wolf resumes his whining with voiced observation, "This is ridiculous. No oaks, no spruces, not even a pine sap...'" Umph! The shoulder nudge nearly sends Grim stumbling sideways, which in turn gains his brother a quickscowl, "What? What is it? Better be treessss....huh." A few blinks are given as Grim stares dumbly at the large creature, his brows drawn together in contemplative confusion. He watches with sudden intrigue as the animal reacts to their presence, seemingly as aware of them as they are now of it. "That..umm...HAH! Yes, that is a moose, my dear dim witted brother!" Smiling widely like the genius he is, Grim puffs his chest out and straitens his shoulders as he spares a glance toward his brother- you know, just to make sure he's buying it before continuing. "Yep, definitely a moose." Ahem. Wow, he really has no ideal what that thing is. Squint. Sniff. Nope, no clue at all.
Brutal isn't so sure about this whole moose matter, as told in the way his own dark brows scrunch together as his eyes narrow in suspicion and inward recollection. It's not that he doesn't believe his brother, he just isn't easily convinced. Nevertheless, he still utters the typical sounds of
enlightenment, lips coming together to voice a soft, "Ooohhh." A moments pause is given, the time passing with both brothers staring at the horse with unblinking eyes. One with a expression of confusion, the other with scepticism. Very slowly, Brutal leans down and in, bringing his head in close to his brother's, voice coming in a hushed whisper "Don't moose have antlers?"
Orion tilts his head while eyeing the pair of wolves, his a bit too far away to hear just what they are saying though. "Oy.. What do you two want?" He questions with a firm tone that carries across the space between him and the pair of wolves. His tail lashes a few times while he shifts on his hooves looking over the area to check and make sure no other wolves are creeping out of the shadows towards him or the rest of the herd. He can't be too careful after all..
Wind once again finds himself entering the wide grassy field. He thinks he was here once, but of course can't be too sure about that, even though it was only yesterday. After leaving the field yesterday he had started off to the south toward where he was told the wolves were, but shortly after starting he became distracted by a butterfly. After chasing the butterfly for awhile he decided that he was tired and laid down to sleep. He awoke some hours ago and now, mostly through chance he finds himself once again back in the field. He glances around and once again sees Orion, he vaguely remembers him from yesterday but if you were to ask him the details you would be out of luck. He also notes through eyes and nose the presenece of canines. Hmmmm...dogs are visiting. Well isn't that wonderful he thinks to himself. He barks loudly from a distance away trying to gain the attention of everyone.
Zeladoni trots over to Orion and murmurs, "I assume you don't know who these.. Visitors are?" The young mare watches warily while absently noticing how well-built Orion is, and how handsome, and strong, too. "If they try anything, I've got your back."
Feeling his brother shift closer, Grim's right ear automatically turns with the expectancy of words,though the question does gain a further pause in order for Grim to comprehend, digest, then retort. "Umm, usually. But you know, they always fall off this time of year." It is at this time that Orion's questioning voice is captured by the wolf, who straitens all the more, almost to the point of jerking up in stiff surprise. "Whoa. It talks. Didn't know they could talk." A grin then slides across his muzzle, "Then again, I never made it a habit to fraternize with potential meals. Friends don't eat friends." Teehehehe. Breaking into a bemused fit of giggling, he lifts a paw to shove at Brutal's shoulder, "Hey! That gives me an idea! Care for a bit of a moose hunt? Ya know, 'ave a bit of fun? Or are you still sore at me about that badger incident? Seriously, I could have swore it was an over grown beaver! Com' on!"
Well, I guess that's that. It's a moose. Afterall, Brutal doesn't exactly have any grounds for argument. When Orion calls across the expanse of grass, Brutal also reacts with a hint of surprise, his ears perking forward while his brother's comments gain a slight mirthful smile. However, moose or not, the bigger wolf isn't exactly keen on the aspect of hunting them. A lack of desire that dwindles all the more when another 'moose' moves to join the other, causing Brutal to fold his ears back in a show of mild unease while his hackles bristle in warning. "I dunno Grim. They're awful big." he says with further hesitation, braving a look toward Grim, to whom he already knows is putting on his best puppy-dog face. Doh! Siiiiigh. Giving his head a slow, I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this shake, Brutal rolls his eyes and squares his shoulders, "Okaaay. Fine. Alright. Gees! Just stop looking at me like that!"
Orion ears flick forward and back and he glances over to Zeladoni and nods slightly. "Good to know.. I best scare 'em off before they get too comfy if there not here to make friends." The large stallion starts to move forward towards the wolves, ears back and tail lashes. "State why you are here or be gone.." He states with a firm tone. There are new foals in the herd after all, having wolves around can spell trouble to say the least. A ear twitches at the sudden barking and he catches sight of the dog from the night before but doesn't give him any attention as he can't take his gaze off the prime issue, the wolves.
Is big that is for sure, and he doesn't seem that scared of the pair of wolves that are before him, still a long distance before him at that.Wind is a bit puzzled by the reaction. Usually when he barks something happens and he gets attention. At least he thinks he does, or at least he would like
to get attention when he barks. Oh well what can you do. He will just have to make his presence felt in other ways. He begins a slow trot toward the horses. As he walks he thinks back to yesterday, yes, he thinks he has met this particular horse before, though one can never be sure, "Hey...I think I know you." he calls out to the horse. For the moment he is forgetting the wolves. After all when your brain moves quickly from one thing to the next some things get lost in the muddle. He takes very little notice of the other horse Zeladoni. He doesn't remember her and therefore he assumes she must not be very important.
Zeladoni snorts and keeps pace with Orion, and notices the dog barking off to the side. She walks over to him and keeps an eye on Orion, ready to kick some wolf rump if need be. "As long as you come in peace, you're welcome in the area, but what is it you want? Orion is obviously busy."
Not just puppy-dog eyes, but I'm-a-starving-helpless-puppy dog eyes! Of course, the instant that Brutal caves to another one of Grim's wonderfully awful, terribly bad ideas, the smaller brother abandons his pity face in order to loll his tongue and snap playfully at the side of Brutal's face. "Woohoo! Atta boy!" With a bounce in his step, Grim bounds away to lope toward the pair of horses, though he does spare a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Brutal is in the game. "We'll just stir up some dust, ya know? Nip a few heels. Get em on the run." he calls the orders back, just so they're on the same page. Though without further adieu, Grim is off and running, tongue dangling out the side of his mouth as the wind from his velocity stings at the corner of his eyes and the start of the game is announced with a loud hooting howl, "WOOOHOO!" The fact that their intended prey seem to be on to the brothers intentions doesn't seem to affect Grim's approach, save that it promises something of a challenge. As for Wind, the presence of the domestic canine is thus far lost on Grim, though in all respects, that might be a lucky thing for the dog. They ARE wolves afterall.
The playful nip from Grim gains a grunt from the black wolf, who still lacks the same enthusiasm as his brother. Watching the silver and grey figure of his sibling skip and bound gleefully away, Brutal just gives his head another rueful shake. At the sound of Grim's voiced suggestions, Brutal grunts lowly to himself. "Mm-hm. Cause it worked SO well last time." Though always one to give the benefit of the doubt, it was a case of mistaken identity of a beaver-turned badger. However, Brutal doesn't dwell on it too much further though. A decision is a decision and so the big male is quick to steel his focus and start out before his over eager brother gets too far ahead. With ears stiffly forward, the big wolf lopes almost lazily toward the two grazers, yellow eyes beginning to narrowing down into a hunter's scowl and upon catching up to Grim, Brutal's muscle contract and propel him hard forward, sending him racing past and barreling toward the two animals, at which point he allows a deeply throttled growl to resonant up from his throat. Fear tactic really, for the quietly gleeful swoosh of his tail says otherwise about the sincerity behind that growl- not to mention the slight smirk slung across his black muzzle.
Orion has a feeling in the pit of his stomach that the wolves were up to something. A loud neigh escapes him which warns the rest of the herd. The foals are all put into the center and the adults move to circle around them to protect the foals from the approaching danger. As for running away from the wolves this stallion isn't about to do that, instead he suddenly charges forward, large hooves slamming the ground to kick up dirt and grass as he goes heading towards the two wolves to cut them off it would seem. The deep growls do little to strike fear into the stallion knowing he must protect the herd that rest behind him..
Zeladoni is quick to respond to Orion's neigh, and leaves the dog, thinking it might not pose much of a threat. She rears, pivots, and whinnies in anger that the pair of wolves dare to come near her herd. She was orphaned when a young filly, and doesn't want that to happen to any of the foals in the herd. She gallops to Orion's side and snorts furiously, briefly overtaking Orion and barrels towards the wolves, yelling, "OUT! Get away from our herd, you mongrels!"
Wind stops walking for a moment and watches the scene that unfolds before him. He hears the growling, and watches as the wolves take off toward the horses. He finds this to be rather odd. After all why would they want to do that. Perhaps they are just playing he thinks to himself. However, something from the back of his mind that Cliantha told him yesterday rattles to the foreground. She had mentioned that wolves were mean and that they would kill you. He hadn't
really understood this at the time, but perhaps there was something to what she said after all. He is stuck though. He doesn't really want to leave but he feels that there is little that can be done in this moment. So he just stays still and watches.
Sqeee! One happy puppy, a rather maniacal cackle escapes Grim as he gallops onward, flashing a tongue-lolling and ridiculously elated grin across to Brutal, his own pace slowing in order to allow the bigger male to take the lead. "Right'o Brutis boy! Sic 'em!" Busting up with more cackling, Grim can hardly run a strait line as he tries to both laugh and play his part. He never was one for multi-tasking. Hell, took him forever just to learn how to stand on three legs and piss at the same time. Though when the 'moose' don't so easily break, but seemingly have rather chosen to hold ground, Grim ceases his laughter to just grin toothily instead while focusing on the development of the situation, his own direction of travel carrying him off at a sweeping angle in order to move quickly around to the side of Orion. "Keep 'em circling, Brute! And watch out for the other!" Dancing this way and that, Grim flits and paces about only a short leap away, but always on the edge of safety, being ever so conscientious of the animals's strike range. Yeesh, those are some long legs!
It becomes obvious that the two wolves could care less about the herd that has bunched itself together a good distance from the main event, there is no way two wolves could bust that open. No, the fun to be had is with this pair. Though Brutal's opinion of fun falters a touch when he's faced with the sudden thundering of heavy hooves striking again the earth, Orion's charge giving the big wolf little choice but to quickly veer away. He doesn't go far though, but rather moves in such a circular pattern so as to force the defiant and guarding beast to swing his haunches. Though it does become a bit more problematic when Zeladoni decides to join in, the sound of her own charge briefly drawing Brutal's attention. "Eeep!" His eyes widen just before the male
reacts, tucking his haunches and racing quickly through a gap between the mare and stallion, though still close enough to keep that invisible pressure on Orion to keep him turning, least the horse leave himself open to attack.
Orion watches as the mare move past him and wishes she would have stayed back with the herd, this only makes him move faster knowing he will have to protect her as best he can. As for his legs, yes they are long legs indeed, and with Grim going one way and Brutal on his other side, seeming rather close he suddenly kicks out from the side with a powerful hindleg and large hoof to try and catch the wolf somewhere upon the other as he shifts to the side, which leaves his gaze lingering on Brutal and not on Grim at this moment. Deep snorts escape him, and even after the quick charge he is anything but out of breath. The stallion was made to run, fighting with wolves though that is a different story..
Wind has never really been able to understand conflict. Oh sure he understands how to play but this would seem to be far more serious than that. He takes a seat and simply watches this scenario play out. He finds himself rooting for the horses. If the wolves are really as mean as Cliantha said then perhaps it would serve one or both of them right if they got a bit of retribution for their actions. Still he wouldn't like to see them killed. Its not very nice to kill things, and the horses had said yesterday that they were nice, it wouldn't be very nice afterall if they killed them.
"Mongrels? Mongrels! HAhaha!" Grim cackles in laughter, dancing away as before, though this time casting a look across to Brutal from the other side of the red roan "You hear that Brutal? Female says there might be some...miscegenation in our bloodline!" Grim's humored cackling continues as he keeps pace with the action, though he does find himself having to suddenly cringe and duck when a hoof flies over his head, eliciting a brief yip from the male as he scampers to a decisively safer position. Which, despite all his hooping and hollering, he doesn't skip a beat. For the instant that Orion is focused upon Brutal, Grim dashes in and attempts to snap his teeth upon the thick front leg of the horse, right behind the knee. He by no means stays clamped on, but rather leaps in to slash and is just as quick to leap away. A heckling technique, really.
On account of his brother's entertaining commentary, Brutal can't help but chortle a chuckle himself, dark muzzle creased with a smug grin. He himself, however, doesn't bother to add anything further, merely returning his focus to the stallion in the effort not to get trampled on or kicked in the head. Though with every thudding step of Orion's dancing, shifting, and shuffling hooves, Brutal's paws fear for their lives! It doesn't stop him from continuing the stand off though, rushing in with mock lunges, only to throw out his paws and abruptly shift direction with a powerful shove and only a puff of dust to tell where he had been. However, when Grim dashes in to snap at the stallion's front leg, it is only a second later before Brutal does the same, only instead
the big wolf drives in hard to leap up and snap at Orion's tender flank.
Wind decides that this whole situation is not for him and wanders off out of the field. He has decided that the horses are definitely right. The wolves do seem to be rather mean, and this cements in his mind, at least for the few moments that it will likely remain there, that he doesn't want to go see the wolves as he had originally intended. Oh well. Live and learn.
Orion has felt the sting of claws and fangs before, and while he nearly got a wolf in the process he has a good slash from the fangs of the other across the side and back of his left front leg, its a wound but its not bad and he doesn't even stumble as if he did the wolves would certainly jump at the chance. With his attentions on Grim the attack from Brutal can not be avoided and he feels the snapping of fangs across his flank which cause him to buck out hard with both hind hooves to try and kick into the wolf there. After the buck is done his hooves slam into the ground and he charges forward sorting and lashing out with his front hooves at anything that might be standing there at the time.. One bucking bronco to order..
Say, this seems a fairly safe place! Grim is rather enjoying the benefits of his position as header, which essentially implies that his job is to guide and direct by what ever means necessary. Depending on the type of prey or foe, it doesn't always ensure one's safety. Of course, by no means would it bode well to position one self directly in front, but this nipping from the side business is rather crafty. GRRowl! Snap-snap-nip! With gleefully squinted eyes, Grim continues to harass and heckle the front leg of the stallion, though he doesn't get much of a chance to stay at it for long, what with Brutal's brilliant spurring! In fact, the power and intensity behind Orion's explosion of flailing hind legs and trampling fore momentarily leaves Grim standing there all dumb like and blinking at the sight of said bronco. "Whoa!... Never seen a moose do that before...."
For some reason, every time Grim comes up with one of his wild and 'oh-this-will-be-fun' ideas, it is Brutal who pays for the stupidity of it. And this is no exception. Unlike Grim, good ol Brutal drew the short straw and got the position of heeler- a task that when dealing with, say fluffy bunnies, isn't so bad. But moose on steroids? Bad joo-joo right there. The /last/ place you want to be is at their 'heels'. Though in all respects, the big wolf did a dandy job and surely got the beast moving forward, however he is hardly capable of enjoying his victory. Why so? Apparently, if bitten in the right place, a moose can help a wolf learn to fly! Even big ones! Perhaps a bit over eager, Brutal failed to let go quick enough, having never quite learned the art of Grim's jump and slash technique. After all, he's more of a pummel and crush kind of guy. To the point though, Orion's rear leg managed to connect solidly with the burly male, a successful contact that resulted in a resounding thud, a yelp, and something akin to the sound of a shrill bird flying though the air before crash landing several dozen feet away. Covered with grass and dirt, Brutal groans as he uprights himself into a unceremonious slouch, gasping and wheezing as he fixes his brother with a glare, "That.." wheeze "is not.." cough "a moose!"
A few more snaps and snips from Grim land across Orion's front legs leaving cuts and slashes at times when the stallion can't pull back in time. Though Brutal was the one that did the most damange and the stallion now has a good bite across his flank, his roan coat turning a bit redder from his blood thanks to it. With one wolf flying off into space quick movement turns the horse around to face Grim and a loud snort escapes him. "I suggest you leave.. Now.." He states with a angry tone as he starts to move forward heading right towards Grim before saying another word.. His hooves strike at the ground over and over as he gets closer towards Grim, he'll chase the wolf off if he must.
With a glance over his shoulder toward his brother, Grim can't help but cringe a bit. Yikes, that had to hurt! Directing his attention back toward the stallion, who by this time has about bucked himself out and seems to be coming back for round two, Grim wrinkles his nose in consideration to his brother's correction. "Yeeeeaah.." he drawls out slowly, clearly self-doubting now "I was beginning to think that myself." Looking back at Brutal, the grey male can't help the grin that begins to creep across his face, at which time he abruptly burst into a fit of laughter, "Ho ho, you should have seen ya self! I didn't know something as fat as you could be lifted that far off the ground! And that summersault? Why...who'd of ever guess you're that agile?" Teehehehuuuh? In his laughter, Grim's gaze briefly turns back toward the heckled animal, who now just looks pissed off. Oops. "Umm..." Flashing a sheepish smile to the angry looking animal, Grim quickly moves to position himself between the stallion and his momentarily disabled brother, "Yeah, uh, about that. Ya see, my brother and I mistook you for a moose, which clearly you are not cause that would just be insulting and I'm not trying to insult you though you do kind of look like one but thats besides the point I'm just saying you sort of resemble one and you should...you know, forgive us." This said, Grim flashes his best puppy-dog eyes and a huge wolfish smile!
Is breathing suppose to be this hard? Is that him making that wheezing sound? And why is his nose whistling? Ugggh. Brutal continues to groan and sway in his efforts, which the big wolf does manage to eventually get up on all four paws, though not without swaggering one way and then the other. "Imma kill you when I can breath again..." he grumbles in a low growl to his hyena of a brother, yellow eyes narrowed into fuming slits. Not that Brutal hasn't threatened Grim with the promise of death before, but this time Brutal is seriously considering it. However, the dealing out of said death will have to wait, what with the renewed danger of Orion's return. Not that Brutal could do much in regards to defense, but he does is best to stay standing, looking good and well like a wolf about to keel over at any second. He does, however, give a few agreeing nods to Grim's explanation and once even wheezes out a short, "Very sorry."
Orion ears flick forward as he hears Grim, as for the answer that he gets now he merely snorts out. "How about.. No?" He questions with a thin tone and stomping of front hooves. Needless to say the stallion is more then just pissed off. "I'm not a moose if you couldn't figure that out. I am a horse." He eyes the pair thinly and lifts his head with a few snorts escaping him. "I suggest you both leave.. I'm giving you this chance only once, and do not return to this place." He takes a few steps forward to put his point across, stammping a hoof as he goes. "If I catch you here, bothering MY herd again I will not be so easy to turn the other cheek the next time.. Understand?" Seems his willing to let the two wolves go, at the moment at least.
The hopeful expression of appeasement melts off of Grim's face the moment that Orion fails to uphold along the forgive-and-forget mentality, his dark ears wilting back again his head as he just stares at the moose- uh horse- blinking in disbelief. "Oh." is his short deflated reply, a moment of reflection, then a raised brow. "I mean, seriously? Whatever happened to no harm no foul?" Grim, as usual, can't help but begin to grin a bit, "Ya know, turn over a new leaf. We didn't knows you was a horse. Did you know Brute?" he asks, casting a quick glance along with the question over his shoulder, allowing his brother a wheeze, then immediately looks back to the equine, "See? Honest mistake. I mean honestly! Brute says to me, 'Grim, whats that?' And I say 'I dunno, Brute, looks like a moose', cause you know, me and him ain't never seen a..a...what did you say you were again? Oh yeah, a horse! No horses where we are from. Nope. Just moose." A strange and out of place pause is given now, accompanied by a vacantly staring Grim, who just stands there with a strange sort of smile on his face. Though just as it seems he might need prompted, he jolts back with a smack of his lips, "But yeeeah, just a misunderstanding." Sage nod.
Unlike his garrulous sibling, Brutal was ready to leave at 'Uggh'. What concern of his is it to try and smooth over the edges of a plan that went terribly wrong? So its not a moose, but a horse. The only difference that the large male needs or cares to know between a moose and a horse is that one is a possible meal and the other is a sure way to end up with brain damage. But despite his own disregard or further interest in the beast, Brutal stays close to his brother, least things should go badly in Grim's desperate attempt at saving face. Sometimes, the guy just never knows when to quit when he's ahead. As Grim's goes into his rather pathetic reiteration of their earlier conversation, Brutal merely gives a roll of his eyes and eases back upon his haunches,
prepared to wait it out for as long as the poor horse is willing to listen to the ramblings of a lunatic. Brutal does smirk a touch though, always amused by his brother's efforts to make his point be understood, even if all he ever accomplices is convincing himself; what ever helps him sleep at night, he guesses.
Orion pulls his head back while eyeing Grim a few times, a snort escapes him in the process and he stomps a hoof while moving forward a few times. "A misunderstanding?.." The stallion is the one covered in bites after all, not the wolves. Though he is rather sure that Brutal is going to be hurting for a good while after today at least. "I'm letting you live, and leave.. That is what you get for saying sorry.. An that is how I turn over a new leaf." He states with a faint tone in the process and snorts once more. "I suggest you leave.. Now.. Go back to the forest and don't return.."
Grim gives a agreeable, confirming bobble of his head when Orion repeats the wolf's defense, "Right. That's what I said." He flashes a smile once more, this time less toothy and with a bit more restrain on his usual penchant for coyness. Though when Orion goes on to essentially draw the same hard line as before, Grim heaves a over exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "Soooo...I take it that means we can't be friends?" he asks with a tone that is a bit too facetious for his own good, cocking a ear out this time as he cracks a grin. Grim can't help but snicker-snort a second later, "Alright alright, calm down nickers, we'll leave. But um...which way to the forest?"
Oh brother! Brutal wishes he could stick his head in the ground right now, though what he does end up doing is lowering his muzzle down close to his paws, hiding the smug grin that has plastered itself across his dark lips, short coughing sputters of muffled laughter escaping him from time to time and told only by the slight shuddering of his body as he restrains himself. Both for his sake- because bruised ribs and laughter don't mix- and also so as to not offend the horse any more than they've already managed. He's not exactly in the best condition right now to be running tuck-tailed from a enraged stallion that already looks like he might be able to blow fire out his nose and shoot lighting from his eyes. Brutal doesn't even want to think about what might come
out the other end!
"At the moment.. That is not going to happen." Orion states with a shake of his head at the thought of being friends with the wolves that he just had to fight. "The forest is to the Southwest.. I suggest you go.. Now.." This stated while he stomps forward, a hindhoof half kicking out to show he is still rather able to kick and will kick the pair a few more times to knock some sense into them if he must.
"Southwest. Gotcha!" Turning to glance at Brutal, he gives his brother a sly wink, leaving the poor wolf to gather himself to his paws once more. The Spirit's That Be know it takes him long enough to heave that hulking mass of fat up when he's spry, Grim doesn't even want to witness the tragedy of watching him try it now. Instead, he settles himself with beaming a big toothy grin at the horse, "Though hey, I'll get back with you on that friend thing sometime. Hell, I even mistake ol' Brute there for a moose sometimes!" Teehehehe! Cackling wildly, Grim abruptly turns and pivots away, breaking out into a slow casual lope toward the Southwest, only to slow to a trot in order to ensure Brutal catches up alright. At which point, renewed cackling and jesting continues and Grim's voice slowly fades as the distance grows, until only the antics of the two brother's are visible, snapping and shouldering into each other from time to time as they unwittingly head away from the forest. The lesson learned? /Never/ mistake a horse for a moose and /never/ ask it for directions.
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These grasslands extend almost as far as the eye can see in every direction save the north; tall, rippling grasses virtually uninterrupted, save for the the occasional stunted tree or rocky formation. At first glance, this place may seem as desolate as any desert, often overcast by the area's frequent surprise thunderstorms. Upon a closer inspection, however, it becomes clear this land is teeming with life, much of it occurring below the line of the tall grasses, which reach heights of a few feet at least. Wild horses, bison, and pronghorn can often be seen moving off in the distance, going about their business, and
smaller animals move amongst the obscuring foliage.
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[East] to the Prairie [North] to the Merge
[Northeast] to the Pond [Northwest] to the River
[South] to the Steppe [Southeast] to the Scrubland
[Southwest] to the Foothills [West] to the Lowlands
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Brutal, Male Wolf
Grim, Male Wolf
Orion, Male Horse
Wind, Male Dog
Zeladoni, Female Horse
The afternoon has been rather relaxed and the herd can be found within the middle of the prairie. Orion is making his way towards the edge, tail lashing and ears perking forward with a faint snuffle escaping him at times while he takes in the different scents on the passing breeze. The young stallion pauses and snuffles out while his head lifts and he glances one way and then another before lowering his head down and snags a mouth full of grass and goes about chewing on it.
It has been a long journey over mountains and through craggy canyons, which as of a day ago, made the wide expanse of open plains and grassland a welcome sight- especially when you've been staring at nothing but rocks for many days past. But now, after only a day of tromping through shoulder high grass, Grim is already tiring of the scenery. "Rocks, rocks, and rocks. Now all we got is grass! Where are the trees I ask! Do you see a tree? I sure the hell don't. Ya know why? Cause there aren't any!" Huff. Puff. Snort. Coming to a pause, Grim takes a moment to take in his surroundings- not that they've changed much in the last six hours. "Feels like we're going in circles." he remarks, sparing a glance over his shoulder toward the darker wolf who silently follows after him, only to turn and squint into the horizon "Do you see any trees?"
If anyone has the right to piss and moan about a change in scenery, Brutal most certainly does. All he's been staring at for the last few moons has been the backside of his brother. Though in his opinion, it's the prettier end. Sauntering along after Grim, the big wolf follows in a manner not so different from auto pilot, a blank expression upon his face as his mind wanders off on other more interesting ventures, leaving the constant babbling of his brother's voice faded out until it is not but a dull droning sound in his ears. However, when Grim pulls up to a halt, Brutal eases up to sidle in next to him, a small smirk curling back his dark flews in regards to circles. "Sounds like it too." rumbles the big male with a chuckle, that smirk cracking into a wider grin as he fixes Grim with a brief side glance. Though so as to not be useless, Brutal does make an attempt to find said trees, crooning a deep and thoughtful "Hmmm...". Yellow eyes scan the grassland, and while he spots no trees, he does spot something else that demands some attention. Eyes widen a fraction and Brutal shifts his weight to gain Grim's attention with a firm nudge of his shoulder and a gesturing toss of his muzzle in the direction of the wandering stallion. "Umm..not to change the subject, but what is that?"
Compard to the wolves Orion is rather large to say the least and even in mid chew of the lush green grasses he does catch the new scent upon the breeze of the brothers. A faint snuffle escapes him and with ears flicking forward and back he glances around to try and catch sight of the canine pair. A fore hoof strikes the ground a few times kicking up dirt in the process while he shifts forward, long tail lashing about. Soon enough he catches sight of the wolves, ears flicking forward and he eyes the pair thinly. While he may not be named the lead stallion yet he'll not let anyone harm the herd that he grew up in that's for sure. A loud neigh rings out to alert the rest of the herd that there are predators about.
"Oh hardy har har." is Grim's rather unamused retort to his brother, though he does crack a smirk a second later. However, the expression is short lived before the wolf resumes his whining with voiced observation, "This is ridiculous. No oaks, no spruces, not even a pine sap...'" Umph! The shoulder nudge nearly sends Grim stumbling sideways, which in turn gains his brother a quickscowl, "What? What is it? Better be treessss....huh." A few blinks are given as Grim stares dumbly at the large creature, his brows drawn together in contemplative confusion. He watches with sudden intrigue as the animal reacts to their presence, seemingly as aware of them as they are now of it. "That..umm...HAH! Yes, that is a moose, my dear dim witted brother!" Smiling widely like the genius he is, Grim puffs his chest out and straitens his shoulders as he spares a glance toward his brother- you know, just to make sure he's buying it before continuing. "Yep, definitely a moose." Ahem. Wow, he really has no ideal what that thing is. Squint. Sniff. Nope, no clue at all.
Brutal isn't so sure about this whole moose matter, as told in the way his own dark brows scrunch together as his eyes narrow in suspicion and inward recollection. It's not that he doesn't believe his brother, he just isn't easily convinced. Nevertheless, he still utters the typical sounds of
enlightenment, lips coming together to voice a soft, "Ooohhh." A moments pause is given, the time passing with both brothers staring at the horse with unblinking eyes. One with a expression of confusion, the other with scepticism. Very slowly, Brutal leans down and in, bringing his head in close to his brother's, voice coming in a hushed whisper "Don't moose have antlers?"
Orion tilts his head while eyeing the pair of wolves, his a bit too far away to hear just what they are saying though. "Oy.. What do you two want?" He questions with a firm tone that carries across the space between him and the pair of wolves. His tail lashes a few times while he shifts on his hooves looking over the area to check and make sure no other wolves are creeping out of the shadows towards him or the rest of the herd. He can't be too careful after all..
Wind once again finds himself entering the wide grassy field. He thinks he was here once, but of course can't be too sure about that, even though it was only yesterday. After leaving the field yesterday he had started off to the south toward where he was told the wolves were, but shortly after starting he became distracted by a butterfly. After chasing the butterfly for awhile he decided that he was tired and laid down to sleep. He awoke some hours ago and now, mostly through chance he finds himself once again back in the field. He glances around and once again sees Orion, he vaguely remembers him from yesterday but if you were to ask him the details you would be out of luck. He also notes through eyes and nose the presenece of canines. Hmmmm...dogs are visiting. Well isn't that wonderful he thinks to himself. He barks loudly from a distance away trying to gain the attention of everyone.
Zeladoni trots over to Orion and murmurs, "I assume you don't know who these.. Visitors are?" The young mare watches warily while absently noticing how well-built Orion is, and how handsome, and strong, too. "If they try anything, I've got your back."
Feeling his brother shift closer, Grim's right ear automatically turns with the expectancy of words,though the question does gain a further pause in order for Grim to comprehend, digest, then retort. "Umm, usually. But you know, they always fall off this time of year." It is at this time that Orion's questioning voice is captured by the wolf, who straitens all the more, almost to the point of jerking up in stiff surprise. "Whoa. It talks. Didn't know they could talk." A grin then slides across his muzzle, "Then again, I never made it a habit to fraternize with potential meals. Friends don't eat friends." Teehehehe. Breaking into a bemused fit of giggling, he lifts a paw to shove at Brutal's shoulder, "Hey! That gives me an idea! Care for a bit of a moose hunt? Ya know, 'ave a bit of fun? Or are you still sore at me about that badger incident? Seriously, I could have swore it was an over grown beaver! Com' on!"
Well, I guess that's that. It's a moose. Afterall, Brutal doesn't exactly have any grounds for argument. When Orion calls across the expanse of grass, Brutal also reacts with a hint of surprise, his ears perking forward while his brother's comments gain a slight mirthful smile. However, moose or not, the bigger wolf isn't exactly keen on the aspect of hunting them. A lack of desire that dwindles all the more when another 'moose' moves to join the other, causing Brutal to fold his ears back in a show of mild unease while his hackles bristle in warning. "I dunno Grim. They're awful big." he says with further hesitation, braving a look toward Grim, to whom he already knows is putting on his best puppy-dog face. Doh! Siiiiigh. Giving his head a slow, I-can't-believe-I'm-doing-this shake, Brutal rolls his eyes and squares his shoulders, "Okaaay. Fine. Alright. Gees! Just stop looking at me like that!"
Orion ears flick forward and back and he glances over to Zeladoni and nods slightly. "Good to know.. I best scare 'em off before they get too comfy if there not here to make friends." The large stallion starts to move forward towards the wolves, ears back and tail lashes. "State why you are here or be gone.." He states with a firm tone. There are new foals in the herd after all, having wolves around can spell trouble to say the least. A ear twitches at the sudden barking and he catches sight of the dog from the night before but doesn't give him any attention as he can't take his gaze off the prime issue, the wolves.
Is big that is for sure, and he doesn't seem that scared of the pair of wolves that are before him, still a long distance before him at that.Wind is a bit puzzled by the reaction. Usually when he barks something happens and he gets attention. At least he thinks he does, or at least he would like
to get attention when he barks. Oh well what can you do. He will just have to make his presence felt in other ways. He begins a slow trot toward the horses. As he walks he thinks back to yesterday, yes, he thinks he has met this particular horse before, though one can never be sure, "Hey...I think I know you." he calls out to the horse. For the moment he is forgetting the wolves. After all when your brain moves quickly from one thing to the next some things get lost in the muddle. He takes very little notice of the other horse Zeladoni. He doesn't remember her and therefore he assumes she must not be very important.
Zeladoni snorts and keeps pace with Orion, and notices the dog barking off to the side. She walks over to him and keeps an eye on Orion, ready to kick some wolf rump if need be. "As long as you come in peace, you're welcome in the area, but what is it you want? Orion is obviously busy."
Not just puppy-dog eyes, but I'm-a-starving-helpless-puppy dog eyes! Of course, the instant that Brutal caves to another one of Grim's wonderfully awful, terribly bad ideas, the smaller brother abandons his pity face in order to loll his tongue and snap playfully at the side of Brutal's face. "Woohoo! Atta boy!" With a bounce in his step, Grim bounds away to lope toward the pair of horses, though he does spare a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Brutal is in the game. "We'll just stir up some dust, ya know? Nip a few heels. Get em on the run." he calls the orders back, just so they're on the same page. Though without further adieu, Grim is off and running, tongue dangling out the side of his mouth as the wind from his velocity stings at the corner of his eyes and the start of the game is announced with a loud hooting howl, "WOOOHOO!" The fact that their intended prey seem to be on to the brothers intentions doesn't seem to affect Grim's approach, save that it promises something of a challenge. As for Wind, the presence of the domestic canine is thus far lost on Grim, though in all respects, that might be a lucky thing for the dog. They ARE wolves afterall.
The playful nip from Grim gains a grunt from the black wolf, who still lacks the same enthusiasm as his brother. Watching the silver and grey figure of his sibling skip and bound gleefully away, Brutal just gives his head another rueful shake. At the sound of Grim's voiced suggestions, Brutal grunts lowly to himself. "Mm-hm. Cause it worked SO well last time." Though always one to give the benefit of the doubt, it was a case of mistaken identity of a beaver-turned badger. However, Brutal doesn't dwell on it too much further though. A decision is a decision and so the big male is quick to steel his focus and start out before his over eager brother gets too far ahead. With ears stiffly forward, the big wolf lopes almost lazily toward the two grazers, yellow eyes beginning to narrowing down into a hunter's scowl and upon catching up to Grim, Brutal's muscle contract and propel him hard forward, sending him racing past and barreling toward the two animals, at which point he allows a deeply throttled growl to resonant up from his throat. Fear tactic really, for the quietly gleeful swoosh of his tail says otherwise about the sincerity behind that growl- not to mention the slight smirk slung across his black muzzle.
Orion has a feeling in the pit of his stomach that the wolves were up to something. A loud neigh escapes him which warns the rest of the herd. The foals are all put into the center and the adults move to circle around them to protect the foals from the approaching danger. As for running away from the wolves this stallion isn't about to do that, instead he suddenly charges forward, large hooves slamming the ground to kick up dirt and grass as he goes heading towards the two wolves to cut them off it would seem. The deep growls do little to strike fear into the stallion knowing he must protect the herd that rest behind him..
Zeladoni is quick to respond to Orion's neigh, and leaves the dog, thinking it might not pose much of a threat. She rears, pivots, and whinnies in anger that the pair of wolves dare to come near her herd. She was orphaned when a young filly, and doesn't want that to happen to any of the foals in the herd. She gallops to Orion's side and snorts furiously, briefly overtaking Orion and barrels towards the wolves, yelling, "OUT! Get away from our herd, you mongrels!"
Wind stops walking for a moment and watches the scene that unfolds before him. He hears the growling, and watches as the wolves take off toward the horses. He finds this to be rather odd. After all why would they want to do that. Perhaps they are just playing he thinks to himself. However, something from the back of his mind that Cliantha told him yesterday rattles to the foreground. She had mentioned that wolves were mean and that they would kill you. He hadn't
really understood this at the time, but perhaps there was something to what she said after all. He is stuck though. He doesn't really want to leave but he feels that there is little that can be done in this moment. So he just stays still and watches.
Sqeee! One happy puppy, a rather maniacal cackle escapes Grim as he gallops onward, flashing a tongue-lolling and ridiculously elated grin across to Brutal, his own pace slowing in order to allow the bigger male to take the lead. "Right'o Brutis boy! Sic 'em!" Busting up with more cackling, Grim can hardly run a strait line as he tries to both laugh and play his part. He never was one for multi-tasking. Hell, took him forever just to learn how to stand on three legs and piss at the same time. Though when the 'moose' don't so easily break, but seemingly have rather chosen to hold ground, Grim ceases his laughter to just grin toothily instead while focusing on the development of the situation, his own direction of travel carrying him off at a sweeping angle in order to move quickly around to the side of Orion. "Keep 'em circling, Brute! And watch out for the other!" Dancing this way and that, Grim flits and paces about only a short leap away, but always on the edge of safety, being ever so conscientious of the animals's strike range. Yeesh, those are some long legs!
It becomes obvious that the two wolves could care less about the herd that has bunched itself together a good distance from the main event, there is no way two wolves could bust that open. No, the fun to be had is with this pair. Though Brutal's opinion of fun falters a touch when he's faced with the sudden thundering of heavy hooves striking again the earth, Orion's charge giving the big wolf little choice but to quickly veer away. He doesn't go far though, but rather moves in such a circular pattern so as to force the defiant and guarding beast to swing his haunches. Though it does become a bit more problematic when Zeladoni decides to join in, the sound of her own charge briefly drawing Brutal's attention. "Eeep!" His eyes widen just before the male
reacts, tucking his haunches and racing quickly through a gap between the mare and stallion, though still close enough to keep that invisible pressure on Orion to keep him turning, least the horse leave himself open to attack.
Orion watches as the mare move past him and wishes she would have stayed back with the herd, this only makes him move faster knowing he will have to protect her as best he can. As for his legs, yes they are long legs indeed, and with Grim going one way and Brutal on his other side, seeming rather close he suddenly kicks out from the side with a powerful hindleg and large hoof to try and catch the wolf somewhere upon the other as he shifts to the side, which leaves his gaze lingering on Brutal and not on Grim at this moment. Deep snorts escape him, and even after the quick charge he is anything but out of breath. The stallion was made to run, fighting with wolves though that is a different story..
Wind has never really been able to understand conflict. Oh sure he understands how to play but this would seem to be far more serious than that. He takes a seat and simply watches this scenario play out. He finds himself rooting for the horses. If the wolves are really as mean as Cliantha said then perhaps it would serve one or both of them right if they got a bit of retribution for their actions. Still he wouldn't like to see them killed. Its not very nice to kill things, and the horses had said yesterday that they were nice, it wouldn't be very nice afterall if they killed them.
"Mongrels? Mongrels! HAhaha!" Grim cackles in laughter, dancing away as before, though this time casting a look across to Brutal from the other side of the red roan "You hear that Brutal? Female says there might be some...miscegenation in our bloodline!" Grim's humored cackling continues as he keeps pace with the action, though he does find himself having to suddenly cringe and duck when a hoof flies over his head, eliciting a brief yip from the male as he scampers to a decisively safer position. Which, despite all his hooping and hollering, he doesn't skip a beat. For the instant that Orion is focused upon Brutal, Grim dashes in and attempts to snap his teeth upon the thick front leg of the horse, right behind the knee. He by no means stays clamped on, but rather leaps in to slash and is just as quick to leap away. A heckling technique, really.
On account of his brother's entertaining commentary, Brutal can't help but chortle a chuckle himself, dark muzzle creased with a smug grin. He himself, however, doesn't bother to add anything further, merely returning his focus to the stallion in the effort not to get trampled on or kicked in the head. Though with every thudding step of Orion's dancing, shifting, and shuffling hooves, Brutal's paws fear for their lives! It doesn't stop him from continuing the stand off though, rushing in with mock lunges, only to throw out his paws and abruptly shift direction with a powerful shove and only a puff of dust to tell where he had been. However, when Grim dashes in to snap at the stallion's front leg, it is only a second later before Brutal does the same, only instead
the big wolf drives in hard to leap up and snap at Orion's tender flank.
Wind decides that this whole situation is not for him and wanders off out of the field. He has decided that the horses are definitely right. The wolves do seem to be rather mean, and this cements in his mind, at least for the few moments that it will likely remain there, that he doesn't want to go see the wolves as he had originally intended. Oh well. Live and learn.
Orion has felt the sting of claws and fangs before, and while he nearly got a wolf in the process he has a good slash from the fangs of the other across the side and back of his left front leg, its a wound but its not bad and he doesn't even stumble as if he did the wolves would certainly jump at the chance. With his attentions on Grim the attack from Brutal can not be avoided and he feels the snapping of fangs across his flank which cause him to buck out hard with both hind hooves to try and kick into the wolf there. After the buck is done his hooves slam into the ground and he charges forward sorting and lashing out with his front hooves at anything that might be standing there at the time.. One bucking bronco to order..
Say, this seems a fairly safe place! Grim is rather enjoying the benefits of his position as header, which essentially implies that his job is to guide and direct by what ever means necessary. Depending on the type of prey or foe, it doesn't always ensure one's safety. Of course, by no means would it bode well to position one self directly in front, but this nipping from the side business is rather crafty. GRRowl! Snap-snap-nip! With gleefully squinted eyes, Grim continues to harass and heckle the front leg of the stallion, though he doesn't get much of a chance to stay at it for long, what with Brutal's brilliant spurring! In fact, the power and intensity behind Orion's explosion of flailing hind legs and trampling fore momentarily leaves Grim standing there all dumb like and blinking at the sight of said bronco. "Whoa!... Never seen a moose do that before...."
For some reason, every time Grim comes up with one of his wild and 'oh-this-will-be-fun' ideas, it is Brutal who pays for the stupidity of it. And this is no exception. Unlike Grim, good ol Brutal drew the short straw and got the position of heeler- a task that when dealing with, say fluffy bunnies, isn't so bad. But moose on steroids? Bad joo-joo right there. The /last/ place you want to be is at their 'heels'. Though in all respects, the big wolf did a dandy job and surely got the beast moving forward, however he is hardly capable of enjoying his victory. Why so? Apparently, if bitten in the right place, a moose can help a wolf learn to fly! Even big ones! Perhaps a bit over eager, Brutal failed to let go quick enough, having never quite learned the art of Grim's jump and slash technique. After all, he's more of a pummel and crush kind of guy. To the point though, Orion's rear leg managed to connect solidly with the burly male, a successful contact that resulted in a resounding thud, a yelp, and something akin to the sound of a shrill bird flying though the air before crash landing several dozen feet away. Covered with grass and dirt, Brutal groans as he uprights himself into a unceremonious slouch, gasping and wheezing as he fixes his brother with a glare, "That.." wheeze "is not.." cough "a moose!"
A few more snaps and snips from Grim land across Orion's front legs leaving cuts and slashes at times when the stallion can't pull back in time. Though Brutal was the one that did the most damange and the stallion now has a good bite across his flank, his roan coat turning a bit redder from his blood thanks to it. With one wolf flying off into space quick movement turns the horse around to face Grim and a loud snort escapes him. "I suggest you leave.. Now.." He states with a angry tone as he starts to move forward heading right towards Grim before saying another word.. His hooves strike at the ground over and over as he gets closer towards Grim, he'll chase the wolf off if he must.
With a glance over his shoulder toward his brother, Grim can't help but cringe a bit. Yikes, that had to hurt! Directing his attention back toward the stallion, who by this time has about bucked himself out and seems to be coming back for round two, Grim wrinkles his nose in consideration to his brother's correction. "Yeeeeaah.." he drawls out slowly, clearly self-doubting now "I was beginning to think that myself." Looking back at Brutal, the grey male can't help the grin that begins to creep across his face, at which time he abruptly burst into a fit of laughter, "Ho ho, you should have seen ya self! I didn't know something as fat as you could be lifted that far off the ground! And that summersault? Why...who'd of ever guess you're that agile?" Teehehehuuuh? In his laughter, Grim's gaze briefly turns back toward the heckled animal, who now just looks pissed off. Oops. "Umm..." Flashing a sheepish smile to the angry looking animal, Grim quickly moves to position himself between the stallion and his momentarily disabled brother, "Yeah, uh, about that. Ya see, my brother and I mistook you for a moose, which clearly you are not cause that would just be insulting and I'm not trying to insult you though you do kind of look like one but thats besides the point I'm just saying you sort of resemble one and you should...you know, forgive us." This said, Grim flashes his best puppy-dog eyes and a huge wolfish smile!
Is breathing suppose to be this hard? Is that him making that wheezing sound? And why is his nose whistling? Ugggh. Brutal continues to groan and sway in his efforts, which the big wolf does manage to eventually get up on all four paws, though not without swaggering one way and then the other. "Imma kill you when I can breath again..." he grumbles in a low growl to his hyena of a brother, yellow eyes narrowed into fuming slits. Not that Brutal hasn't threatened Grim with the promise of death before, but this time Brutal is seriously considering it. However, the dealing out of said death will have to wait, what with the renewed danger of Orion's return. Not that Brutal could do much in regards to defense, but he does is best to stay standing, looking good and well like a wolf about to keel over at any second. He does, however, give a few agreeing nods to Grim's explanation and once even wheezes out a short, "Very sorry."
Orion ears flick forward as he hears Grim, as for the answer that he gets now he merely snorts out. "How about.. No?" He questions with a thin tone and stomping of front hooves. Needless to say the stallion is more then just pissed off. "I'm not a moose if you couldn't figure that out. I am a horse." He eyes the pair thinly and lifts his head with a few snorts escaping him. "I suggest you both leave.. I'm giving you this chance only once, and do not return to this place." He takes a few steps forward to put his point across, stammping a hoof as he goes. "If I catch you here, bothering MY herd again I will not be so easy to turn the other cheek the next time.. Understand?" Seems his willing to let the two wolves go, at the moment at least.
The hopeful expression of appeasement melts off of Grim's face the moment that Orion fails to uphold along the forgive-and-forget mentality, his dark ears wilting back again his head as he just stares at the moose- uh horse- blinking in disbelief. "Oh." is his short deflated reply, a moment of reflection, then a raised brow. "I mean, seriously? Whatever happened to no harm no foul?" Grim, as usual, can't help but begin to grin a bit, "Ya know, turn over a new leaf. We didn't knows you was a horse. Did you know Brute?" he asks, casting a quick glance along with the question over his shoulder, allowing his brother a wheeze, then immediately looks back to the equine, "See? Honest mistake. I mean honestly! Brute says to me, 'Grim, whats that?' And I say 'I dunno, Brute, looks like a moose', cause you know, me and him ain't never seen a..a...what did you say you were again? Oh yeah, a horse! No horses where we are from. Nope. Just moose." A strange and out of place pause is given now, accompanied by a vacantly staring Grim, who just stands there with a strange sort of smile on his face. Though just as it seems he might need prompted, he jolts back with a smack of his lips, "But yeeeah, just a misunderstanding." Sage nod.
Unlike his garrulous sibling, Brutal was ready to leave at 'Uggh'. What concern of his is it to try and smooth over the edges of a plan that went terribly wrong? So its not a moose, but a horse. The only difference that the large male needs or cares to know between a moose and a horse is that one is a possible meal and the other is a sure way to end up with brain damage. But despite his own disregard or further interest in the beast, Brutal stays close to his brother, least things should go badly in Grim's desperate attempt at saving face. Sometimes, the guy just never knows when to quit when he's ahead. As Grim's goes into his rather pathetic reiteration of their earlier conversation, Brutal merely gives a roll of his eyes and eases back upon his haunches,
prepared to wait it out for as long as the poor horse is willing to listen to the ramblings of a lunatic. Brutal does smirk a touch though, always amused by his brother's efforts to make his point be understood, even if all he ever accomplices is convincing himself; what ever helps him sleep at night, he guesses.
Orion pulls his head back while eyeing Grim a few times, a snort escapes him in the process and he stomps a hoof while moving forward a few times. "A misunderstanding?.." The stallion is the one covered in bites after all, not the wolves. Though he is rather sure that Brutal is going to be hurting for a good while after today at least. "I'm letting you live, and leave.. That is what you get for saying sorry.. An that is how I turn over a new leaf." He states with a faint tone in the process and snorts once more. "I suggest you leave.. Now.. Go back to the forest and don't return.."
Grim gives a agreeable, confirming bobble of his head when Orion repeats the wolf's defense, "Right. That's what I said." He flashes a smile once more, this time less toothy and with a bit more restrain on his usual penchant for coyness. Though when Orion goes on to essentially draw the same hard line as before, Grim heaves a over exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "Soooo...I take it that means we can't be friends?" he asks with a tone that is a bit too facetious for his own good, cocking a ear out this time as he cracks a grin. Grim can't help but snicker-snort a second later, "Alright alright, calm down nickers, we'll leave. But um...which way to the forest?"
Oh brother! Brutal wishes he could stick his head in the ground right now, though what he does end up doing is lowering his muzzle down close to his paws, hiding the smug grin that has plastered itself across his dark lips, short coughing sputters of muffled laughter escaping him from time to time and told only by the slight shuddering of his body as he restrains himself. Both for his sake- because bruised ribs and laughter don't mix- and also so as to not offend the horse any more than they've already managed. He's not exactly in the best condition right now to be running tuck-tailed from a enraged stallion that already looks like he might be able to blow fire out his nose and shoot lighting from his eyes. Brutal doesn't even want to think about what might come
out the other end!
"At the moment.. That is not going to happen." Orion states with a shake of his head at the thought of being friends with the wolves that he just had to fight. "The forest is to the Southwest.. I suggest you go.. Now.." This stated while he stomps forward, a hindhoof half kicking out to show he is still rather able to kick and will kick the pair a few more times to knock some sense into them if he must.
"Southwest. Gotcha!" Turning to glance at Brutal, he gives his brother a sly wink, leaving the poor wolf to gather himself to his paws once more. The Spirit's That Be know it takes him long enough to heave that hulking mass of fat up when he's spry, Grim doesn't even want to witness the tragedy of watching him try it now. Instead, he settles himself with beaming a big toothy grin at the horse, "Though hey, I'll get back with you on that friend thing sometime. Hell, I even mistake ol' Brute there for a moose sometimes!" Teehehehe! Cackling wildly, Grim abruptly turns and pivots away, breaking out into a slow casual lope toward the Southwest, only to slow to a trot in order to ensure Brutal catches up alright. At which point, renewed cackling and jesting continues and Grim's voice slowly fades as the distance grows, until only the antics of the two brother's are visible, snapping and shouldering into each other from time to time as they unwittingly head away from the forest. The lesson learned? /Never/ mistake a horse for a moose and /never/ ask it for directions.