Freon Eleven [Firedance, Any]

[Donn]

((Please note this character's blood content is Harmful(N) and Dangerous for the Environment(Xn)))

Trichlorofluoromethane Dioxide, more casually known as Tricker, was slowly making his way through the area known as Sallin. So far it had been a quiet journey, with several breaks in between walking. Tricker got tired very easily, and as he came to a river Tricker stopped for a drink. This wasn't an especially good thing for the river, as when Tricker bent down to take a few laps at the water, some small amounts of the chemical Trichloroflouromethane entered the water as well. The cold liquid wasn't enough to pollute the river, but it wouldn't do any animal drinking downstream a favour. It wasn't Tricker's fault, it was simply how things were. He sat down by the river to catch his breath. Tricker was not in good condition, his breathing raspy and shallow, his voice nothing but a low growl.

Tricker had heard that this area was home to a pack called 'Sallin', whom were quite strong. He didn't have a particular desire to meet them at all, mainly because he suspected, and suspected greatly that he somehow didn't speak as understandably as he thought he did. People looked at his strangely when he asked them something, and he noted that they all spoke more fluently than he. Also, because they had some kind of prejudice to dogs. Tricker was no dog, but he didn't think it was fair to harm someone just for being different to yourself.

As Tricker sat there, he suddenly felt very oblivious to his surroundings. His sense of smell had been dulled to nothing, his hearing a little bit fainter than he would have like and his eyes ever so slightly blurred by the wrong chemicals in his tears. Fear was not very much a noticeable emotion in Tricker, his adrenaline and other forms of hormones were fairly ruined, leaving him quite a calm wolf. He decided however, that being afraid was probably how he ought to feel right now. There was something about this place. Tricker waited, silent and motionless.

[Firedance]

Abra's head was low, his body poised ready for the kill. He had spotted an unsuspecting hare in a small clearing, and now was his chance to prove to himself that he was worthy of the warrior status that Kaine and Nightshade had bestowed upon him. If he couldn't catch a simple hare, how on earth would he be able to protect Sallin from the creatures of the night which dared to enter the packland? This had been a niggling worry at the back of his mind for quite some time now, so afraid was he of letting the pack down, especially Nightshade. However, this was as much out of fear for his own safety as that of Sallin's, having seen the wrath that the Alpha was capable of unleashing unto a wolf.

The skeletons of dead leaves crumbled under Abra's large paws as he stalked through the shadows, concealed by dark bushes which bloomed morbidly in the forest. Suddenly the hare turned round to look Abra straight in the eyes. Time stood still momentarily as the two gazed silently at each other, as if just for that second they could see into each others' souls. Then the hare picked up its feet and fled, Abra giving chase in a clumsy sprint, legs and white fur spraying in all directions. The wolf tried his utmost to keep up with his quarry, but it seemed that he had been paying too much attention to the direction in which the hare was running and not enough to what lay under his feet, and his back paw attached itself to a black mass of brambles. The white wolf crashed to the damp ground, cursing to himself that he had failed yet again.

Picking his sorry self up to stand once again, Abra noticed a dryness in his mouth and padded over to the stream which bisected the forest. His mind was still so occupied with the frustration of having once again lost his prey that he paid little attention to the quality of the water he was about to drink. Taking soggy mouthfuls of the water, Abra closed his eyes for a moment in order to refresh his soul somewhat. However, his period of peace proved to be short-lived, as a terrible sensation accosted his mouth and throat. Abra spat this disgusting substance out in an instant, choking as he did so, but the damage was already done- he could feel his tongue swelling up and burning as a result of his 'refreshment.'

A low growl emerged from Abra's injured throat as he backed away from the stream, tail between his legs. He turned tail and fled upstream, vowing to never drink from that cursed stream again, even if it meant he would be forced to drink seawater for the rest of his life.

After a short while, the smell of that putrid substance with which the stream was infested began to grow stronger and Abra wrinkled his nose in disgust. Whatever was the cause of this violation of nature seemed to be not far away. It didn't smell like anything that could have ever lived a life on this earth, and so Abra was shocked to look up and see a very peculiar-looking wolf sitting before him. He stopped dead in his tracks in order to examine this trespasser. This wolf was so odd that Abra was a little afraid to approach it- its coat was a disturbing orange hue and its breathing sounded so unhealthy, Abra wondered how it was possible to even be alive at all. Then a terrible thought ran through his head- maybe this creature wasn't a wolf at all, but a supernatural being like the ones which he had spent so many nights dreaming about. His soft ears flattened to he skull as all manner of fears and superstitions flooded his head.

Abra reminded himself of his rank as warrior within the pack, and, with a renewed surge of confidence, he put on his scary face and crept menacingly towards where this creature sat.

'Greetings' Abra hissed, a wide smirk spread across his maw.

[Oh my gosh. So long! Sincere apologies..]

[Donn]

Something nearby. It made sound, that to Tricker's poor ears came out as a hiss. Slowly, almost mechanically, Tricker rotated his head until the source of the noise came into view. A white and black wolf, older than him, stronger too. Tricker lacked the fear to be hesitant about the wolf, so he turned to him, and began to walk slowly over. Ordinarily, perhaps a newcomer would not come closer, but Tricker had to, if he wanted his low, raspy voice to be audible. He could not speak very loudly, his throat was damaged.

Tricker licked his lips and spoke. Last time he had spoken, he hadn't done it too well, so he tried to make it a bit more fluent than his last attempt. "Salutations... wolf. Amplify... clarify. Identifies self as Tricker. Identify yourself?" He said. His voice didn't improve the fact that his grasp of speaking still needed practise. By 'Amplify... clarify' he referrred to the wolf's strage inaudible hissing a few moments ago, which Tricker hadn't understood at all. The black and orange wolf felt a little uneasy in the warmer day, and felt thirsty again. He decided it it would be politer to speak to this wolf first, then get back to his drink.

[wolfbriar]

((Just to warn, i have bad grammar lol))
~The hare had lost the predator, or so it had thought. Instead, it ran right into the grasping jaws made of metal fangs! Instantly the poor creature's flesh and body was torn into, its small bones crushed. The beast which took the small life rose his head and shook the prey like a rag doll, blood dripping down the dirty white 'muzzle'. Duo colored eyes peered out from the sockets of some great beast, long dead. What appeared as tusks, though were really the horns of a bull, protruded from the sides of the skull. So perfect did those 'weapons' match it seemed they were grown naturally. The very tips of those tusks were tainted with red, having been used for years to skewer or gore unsuspecting victims.
The rest of his body was hidden partway by bushes and the like. The shrubbery would shiver and hiss in a way as he started to walk out of them, contently chewing on the lifeless rabbit. His red tongue lapped against the fur, licking away the drops of crimson that hadn't managed to fall to the ground. His outer jaws worked at shredding the animal while his real muzzle drew the body inward. After a bit, he finally devowered his prey and licked away the last bits.
His 3'5 body shivered then, rattling the bones and armor which clad his muscled frame. Short spikes along his back wavered in the air like tall blades of grass, the lower ones tapping against his back. The beast lowers his head, sniffing the ground, before suddenly raising his head and snapping at the air. A low growling snarl escaped him, but it was at nothing. Or so witnesses would think. In his mind, he saw shadows hovering around him, forming what looked like weapons or moving in aggressive ways towards him. Yet another snap of his jaws, metal fangs slicing against each other like swords clashing.
Once the images subsided, he turned in a circle, looking for more attackers and sniffing the air. Wait... What was this? Other scents... Unfamiliar.... So that is where they went... His would be attackers, thinking they could hide and get to him again? Doubt that! He would chase these vermin down and tear their throats out! His ears pinned back behind metal, fangs bared. He takes off the way the rabbit had came, making damn sure his new prey can hear his fast approach.~

[Firedance]

Abra's forehead delved into a deep frown- never before in his life had he come across a being as strange as the one which stood before him. This, this thing was most surely a being that had been sent from the Underworld to test his abilities; Abra could not fathom any reason why it would have hailed from the world in which he had been born. But then it began to speak, which further confirmed Abra's original suspicions. He had never heard such sterile vocabulary spoken before- and he hadn't the first clue what the words 'amplify' and 'clarify' were supposed to mean.

A little unsettled by the current company he was keeping, Abra could feel his soft tail gingerly creeping inbetwen his legs. He forced himself to keep his suspicions at bay, and to deal with this situation like a true Warrior of Sallin should. Raising his hackles and sidestepping to and fro before the trespasser, he grinned and whispered:

'Fool, are you not aware of the land into which you have stumbled? Here be the forests of Sallin, and let me warn you, we are a truly merciless pack. We are the stuff of legends, stories of our strength and power travelling across mountains, desert and icy seas..' Abra trailed off as a sound swelled in the distance. Mildly distracted from the task in hand, he turned his back to the creature and pricked his ears to search for the sound. Worryingly for him, it sounded not unlike another unknown wolf.

Flicking his head from the orange being to the origin of the sound, Abra began to sense a deep feeling within himself of being out of his depth.

[Donn]

Tricker thought for a moment. A truly merciless pack? Stuff of legends? The orange and black wolf bowed slightly to Abra. "Introduction... complete. Greetings to the... stuff of legends, from the stuff... of nightmares." Tricker had noticed the aggressive language and motions being used by the wolf, and suspected that it by calling him "Fool" and using words such as "Warn" and "Strength", this was some kind of territory that he was not welcome in. Well, that was fine. But it was his responsibility, yes his responsibility to avoid conflict. He wouldn't wish the painful toxic death that awaited those that thought of even biting him.

"Caution necessary. Trichlorofluoromethane... present. Stand by... rectify... procedure. Avoid physical... contact. Fatal... for you." Tricker frowned. How did the other animals find it so easy to speak so fast, while he had to stop and think about it every two words? It was upsetting to think that he couldn't speak to others. He hoped the message had gotten across. If not, then he would once again stand over a wheezing, sickened wolf, dying in burning pain.

Something else was coming. Tricker's half deafened ears could only pick it up a little bit, but something was definitely on it's way. His lack of adrenaline prevented any major feeling of fear or worry, but he became uneasy. It was large. Moving fast. Tricker had once seen fast movement in his direction before. The creature in question that had attacked him was now dead, poisoned by his blood. Still... it had been painful. Tricker's dulled senses hadn't delivered him the full sensation of being bitten quite hard, but he hadn't liked it at all. Showing no change in body language at all, Tricker stated calmly, "Hostile contact... inbound. Unknown intention... fast motion."

[wolfbriar]

~Still on the move and never slowing, the beast crashes through the brush like an enraged bear. His nose picked up the scent of two canine creatures, but one was off. What made the other different he couldn't figure out. Guess he may have to learn it the hard way...
The shadows started appearing around him again, an ambush called by the two before him. Instantly he snapped at the shadows, just before coming into their THEIR view. Bits of brush and flesh still remained on those fake, but deadly fangs of his. The debris from the random snapping of his was quickly dropped to the ground, landing upon clawed, armor clad paws. Again, the talons weren't his, they were long enough to cause damage, but just short so he could walk and run comfortably without tripping.
His duo colored eyes fastened upon the two canines before him, his gaze appearing to glow in the darkness. A growl erupted from his through, passing his bared teeth, once more turning into a snarl.~
<i>You....</i>
~Came the accusing, rough voice...The word just seemed part of his snarling, that one would have to listen to catch it. He looks between the two, tail out, shoulders hunched and head slightly lowered. No way showing off submission .~

[Firedance]

Abra whirled back round to face the stranger as it began to speak once more in a sickly, unwolven tone. The words came slowly out of its mouth, with a lack of emotion that Abra could not decipher. This being's vocabulary got more and more clinical as it churned out an excessively long word that Abra forgot as soon as he heard it. The wolf knew no other explanation for the thing's utterances than that it was casting a spell upon him. It knows, Abra whimpered to himself. It knows that I'm in touch with the spirits. For a moment the white wolf forgot his bravado and his malicious grin became a hysterical gurn.

But Abra had not divided his time well between the the creature that sat before him and the disturbance from afar, which was quickly becoming an attack from behind. Another creature approached from where he himself had come. This further assault on his psyche seemed to be even less wolven than the original, wearing what seemed to be a set of full-body armour and brandishing a set of glowing fangs.

Having had lost his brash cool for good at the sight of this being, Abra curled his lips in a defensive snarl as his tail wedged itself solidly between his legs.

'You.' Abra was not entirely sure whether the thing's coarse utterance was aimed at himself, but, making up his mind that this metal-clad test from the Underworld was decidedly more hostile than its orange counterpart, he took his chances and concentrated his being onto attacking it.

'Me? You.. er.. don't want to mess with me!' Abra's words tumbled out at top speed in a contorted, high-pitched tone. He was the first to admit that this thing intimidated him, and he suddenly felt incredibly inadequately qualified in his role as Warrior. The being was a whole lot taller than he was and seemed to possess a wealth of confident agression with it. Feeling his chessboard legs quivering beneath him, Abra went in for a fleeting snap at his opponent's chest.

[Donn]

That thing was inbound, and Tricker decided it was a threat. "You!" it said, although Tricker only just caught the word between the snarling. Well. What was Tricker to do when threatened? He didn't like simply standing there, waiting to be bitten, it was unpleasant. But he couldn't attack either. What to do? Tricker realised his tongue, which was permanently numb, was hanging out of his muoth, leaking the chemical he was named for. He turned away for a long drink of water, once again poisoning downstream, and the turned back to be greeted by a surprising sight.

"'Me? You.. er.. don't want to mess with me!" the white and black wolf had cried, and was now attacking the huge metal beast of all things. Tricker managed a raised eyebrow, but lack of certain hormonial chemicals meant he failed to show much surprise as he thought. "Stand down... please. Conflcition... unnecessary." He said, trying to calm the both of them down.

[wolfbriar]

((Please bear with me since I kinda stink at rping fighting.))
~When Abra attacked, he just swung his head at him. That tusked skull of his could cause some real damage if the points pierced the other wolf's skin. Should he just whack the attacker Abra might go flying into the brush or a tree. Should the wolf dodge those horns, the beast would snarl some more and move after him, snapping those metal fangs at any part of Abra that was close enough.
The words of Tricker would go ignored, for now the creature had a target. The whole 'You' thing was towards anyone that took the challenge.
If any of the attacks worked and Abra tried to run away, the beast would chase after him.~
((boy it just seems that every time I come here and try to type, SOMEONE RT HAS to bug me.))

[Firedance]

Abra hadn't anticipated his opponent's attack as well as he should, and he darted out of its way a fraction of a second too late. One of the creature's horns clipped his neck, but in the heat of the moment the adrenalin running through Abra's veins impeded the pain signals from reaching his brain. It was only when he stumbled backwards that he noticed the stream of blood trickling down his chest, and the deep gash from where it had sprung. As the wolf considered fleeing this horrible situation while he still could, a raspy voice piped up from behind him.

'Stand down, please.'

Abra understood this utterance from the orange creature as a plea for peace between the two parties, and led him to think that at least one of his current company didn't have hostile intentions. Utterly terrified and feeling as far away from his comfort zone as he could possibly get, Abra attempted to reason with the horned monster. Taking short, hesitant breaths between each word, he snarled,

'Get out.. while you still can. The wolves of Sallin are.. are.. merciless.' Abra remembered having said these same words to another creature not too long ago. Raising his voice to a hysterical scream, he cried, 'Do you wish to face death? Get away, get out, GET OUT!!' His voice rang out through the silent forest.

[wolfbriar]

~So... He was able to hit his mark... Good... A sharp smile twitched on upon his muzzle ever so briefly. The wolf's warnings would fall upon deaf ears. Even if the pack did show up with all the noise Abra was making, he probably won't back down. Abra was still his target, and the scent of blood was enticing... Maybe he'll just finish this wolf off, showing his invisible attackers that he wasn't going to fall for their tricks. Get him to run the other way hmmm? Probably right into a trap. No, he would stay here...
What was that? Movement to his right, once more just a harmless shadow. He turns his head and snaping in a quick motion before bringing his attention back to Abra. Should the wolf take off when he was distracted, he would pursue him. Should he attack, he'd plant his back feet into the ground and pretty much become a wall. He'd attempt to bring his clawed front paws up to strike before Abra got away.~

[Donn]

Calmly, Tricker walked in between the two wolves, who thankfully had separated for the moment. He knew he could get hurt, that strange, burning sensation he dimly felt when something attacked him, but he decided this was more important than just feeling pain. He didn't want this fight to continue, he did hate fighting. Plus, it would be foolish to attack him personally, as he had already explained his condition to Abra, although the black and white wolf may not have understood from the look on his face.

"Cease conflict. Immediately." Tricker tried to sound confident, or aggressive, but it came out a raspy growl. His voice was too far damaged to sound any louder. He glared at the large wolf, who seemed to be the more powerful, then at Abra.

[Firedance]

Abra hesitated for a few seconds, praying that his attacker would take his threats on board and lay off him. Shivering with a mixture of dread and pure terror, he closed his eyes for a split second just to allow himself a moment's respite from this, the second lowest hour of his life. Doesn't quite beat waking up not knowing why you exist, Abra muttered inside his head.

It suddenly slipped into Abra's consciousness that he was moving backwards, away from the two other wolves. He then felt his shaky legs moving beneath him, as if some supernatural momentum was pulling him away from danger. He considered running away, running back to Kaine and Nightshade and the rest of the pack. But then he considered the wrath and mocking he would receive from them should he go and fetch them, that is if he reached them at all. Abra was not a fast runner, and if the armoured creature moved as fast as he fought, well, he wouldn't stand a chance.

'Cease conflict. Immediately'

Abra looked up at the orange creature with wary eyes, still not wholly decided as to whether he was friend or foe. However, he could not seem to stop himself from slipping backwards..

All of a sudden there was an almighty splash. This is it, I've had it, I'm going to hell, Abra's soul screamed. His paws skittered manically as he fell down the bank of the stream, not having a clue what was actually happening to him. He closed his eyes and howled a piercing howl as he sat at the bottom of the stream, cool water flowing through his fur.

[wolfbriar]

~His attention would briefly fall upon the orange wolf. To him, Tricker was weak, sick, why attack such a creature as him? That would be tooo low even by the beast's standards. Also, the orange one smelled weird... Who knew what kind of sickness it was carrying.
The beast's defensive appearance didn't waver, he simply gave Tricker a warning.~
Back....Off...
~A chance to flee... One of those rare moments the creature allowed. But his hidden agenda, was he didn't want to get what Tricker was carrying... Then he might become weak and appear like this smaller beast before him.
Movement, Abra was trying to get away... Oh no you don't! He wasn't about to let him slip off. Heh, what grand words to pass through his mind... There Abra was, slipping off into the stream. Yet another move one could interprate different ways. Bypassing Tricker, either by knocking him over or skirting past him, the beast moved to the edge of the water and leaned down. Those snapping fangs of his opened and closed quite gently around one of Abra's front paws. Any moment he could break that leg, but actually, he attempted to drag the wolf away from the water.
Now, should the slope be much deeper, and would require one to climb down, then he'd do this as well. Whether or not Tricker aided him would be unknown until the next post lol.~
((Sorry if this was bad))