Freon Eleven [Firedance, Any]

[Donn]

Tricker turned his head to observe Abra falling into the water. The thought of helping the wolf didn't cross his mind. It wasn't that Tricker was a nasty person, but he didn't realise that he ought to help, instead looked on, wondering what Abra was doing in the stream. The other one, the large one, passed by him easily, and was now biting Abra. Tricker felt a flicker of annoyance. Why was he doing that?

What should he do? Tricker had never been presented that situation before. It was interesting to watch, but Tricker didn't do much else, other than come to the conclusion that his wishes had not been met, and that the large wolf was still inflicting pain onto the smaller. Slowly, Tricker moved closer to the wolf, getting ready to... hmmm. He'd never bitten another wolf before, he flexed his jaws, hoping they wouldn't fail. Lining them up with the wolf's neck, Tricker went to bite down hard. Not that the weak, sickened wolf could bite down hard at all, but he tried his best.

[Firedance]

A bolt of pain shot through Abra's front leg as the armoured wolf sank his sharp teeth into his paw. Abra screamed and clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to see the damaged that was being inflicted upon himself. But his pain was not yet to cease, as the contaminated water of the stream washed its way into the bite wound, stinging the red tissue with the force of a hundred wasps.

It was at that point that Abra knew he probably had not long left for this world, but the thought was not an active one, rather a basic instinct that ran through his veins. He opened his eyes to drink in one more final view of the world, when he remembered that the fight had an orange onlooker. Abra opened his eyes wider to notice that Tricker was still just an onlooker, not taking either side in the conflict. If he could just make a move on that bastard.. Abra thought to himself. Realising that maybe he had one last shot at life, he wailed,

'Help me, you imbecile!' Tricker seemed not to notice, or maybe he was taking some kind of morbid pleasure in watching him get murdered. A surge of fresh panic entered Abra's mind, and he whined at the orange wolf. 'Please...!'

Suddenly Abra noticed movement, and to his surprise and immense relief, Tricker appeared to be making a move on his attacker. What good it would do given his obvious health issues, Abra was unsure, but at least it would serve was a minor distraction for this beast which held his paw in a tight grip. My paw. Again it hit Abra that his paw was being bitten off. Shit, my paw.

Abra realised that perhaps now was the time to call for backup from his pack, the pack of legends, and drew back his head for a second time to let out as brave a howl as he could.

[wolfbriar]

~He had his grip on the other's paw, maybe alittle tighter than he should have. See, he never knew how to be gentle, except with the master.... The shadows were coming back again, and he chose to ignore them this time. He starts backing up, dragging Abra towards 'freedom' so to speak. The taste of blood in his mouth made the beast want to release his hold, but he should know better. If he did that, the blades on the skull would rip the flesh clean off Abra's limb. He grunts, giving another tug, almost there... The shadows were intensifying in his vision, and he gave off a warning growl. The sound would vibrate in his mouth and send a numb shiver into Abra's arm.
So close...
And suddenly, one of the shadows attacked! He felt the weight against his dry and nearly brittle armor upon his neck. His owner had been wise in covering his vital parts. First there was a layer of dried meat of some sort, followed by the bone. Beneath that was armor, and the last layer ratty cloth. Should the bite of Tricker be powerful enough, he may get past the first two coverings. But no ordinary wolf's jaws could get past metal... Should Tricker's saliva do something to the covers and cause the beast discomfort, he would let go of Abra and start trying to get the stuff off, whether by his own paws or by tree. His coverings were good and secure, so this wasn't going to be fun... Now, if the saliva did nothing, he'd try to swing Abra up and at the other wolf.~
((Once more, I apologize for sucky posts.))

[Donn]

Tricker didn't bite a lot of things. His food had always mainly been carrion, or if lucky small rodents. He applied pressure to his bite, but his teeth were up against something quite solid. It felt very warm to Tricker, but of course that wasn't a very reliable indication of temperature. For Tricker's blood maintained low temperatures, and his mouth and saliva as low as 6 degrees celsius in this weather. The Trichlorofluoromethane seeped out in fair amounts onto the wolf's neck. If the armoured wolf could feel it, it would feel like an icy chill on his neck, and if any part of it was entered into his bloodstream, then the result would be dreadful indeed.

Trichlorofluoromethane is a dangerous chemical. To enter the body in any amount, as it had, apparently, with Abra, could cause incoordination, tremors, frostbite or at the worst, cardiac arrest. Abra was in considerable danger, as was the larger wolf. Whilst Tricker's bite was not very serious, the Harmful nature of it could possibly pose a threat to the wolf, whom Tricker didn't even know the name of.

Tricker couldn't speak through his biting, so made a raspy growl. It hurt his burned out throat, so he did it very weakly. With his jaws still around the wolf's neck, he began to pull back, trying to get it off Abra, whom Tricker was feeling very concerned for, even though they had only met recently. He wasn't a strong wolf, so the pulling wasn't very effective.

[catahoula]

ooc/ I have posted as requested and will partake in this little drama, except I don't want good old Chancerz to get killed. XD But I think he can take care of himself. Firedance, I don't know whether Abra knows Chance's rank or not, but you can play it either way. He keeps a low profile but it's definitely possible Abra would know who he was, not that he's in much of a position for recognizing anyone right now.

Meanwhile a spotted mutt was frolicking merrily through the forest. It was a strange sight to see in the Sallin, certainly, and any member of the pack who had seen him might well have turned their fangs on him first and asked questions later. To be sure, he did not appear very intimidating. In fact, he was busily engaged in pursuing a squirrel with hunting skills that were an insult to everything from his parents to the ground he walked on. His lack of skill, however, did not lessen his enthusiasm by any means. He raced joyfully after it, barking loudly as he went, which was something rarely heard here. Nobody wanted to announce their presence in the Sallin. This dog was evidently either ignorant of the territory he was in, or simply too stupid to realize how dangerous it was.

The squirrel ran up a tree, and the dog stood there barking for several minutes. He would have gone on for much longer, but his attention was caught by another, more urgent happening - a howl somewhere nearby.

However entertaining the chattering squirrel might be, it could not compete with such an exciting happening. The mutt bounded in the direction of the howl and soon found himself looking onto a very strange scene. There was a large monster biting a wolf - a Sallin wolf, he recognized by the scent - and then a sickly being seemed to be biting the large monster. All in all it was highly peculiar, and the dog sat down to observe the scene with extremely wide, mismatched eyes, one golden and the other glassy blue. After several seconds of deep meditation a solution came to him, and he voiced his thoughts, infinitely proud of his intelligence in figuring it out so quickly.

"Are you playing a game? It looks fun. I played a game yesterday, but I didn't have anyone to play with except for squirrels, and they kept breaking the rules."

[Firedance]

Although Abra's current state of affairs impeded him somewhat from taking in all of the goings-on at that point, it was drawn to his attention that Tricker seemed to be making a move on his attacker.

But the wolf was not permitted to hold his attentions on this counter-attack for too long, as the armoured creature tugged further on his mangled paw, as if it wasn't sore enough already. He could feel the burning sensation intensify, and it felt like it would crawl all the way up his leg and into the very fathoms of his soul. He closed his pained eyes once more as the beast grunted, hoping beyond hope that Tricker's attack would save him from the gates of hell.

An unusual sound, at least around these parts, entered Abra's ears. It sounded like the barking of a dog, although Abra knew as well as any pack member that Sallin was no place for domesticated canines. Oh my God. It's the hounds of hell! I'm going down.. I knew it. His mind melted into a state of blind panic as all reality became fiction.

A few seconds later, a moving shape caught his half-closed eyes. They've come to finish me off, Abra thought. Oh well, we all have to go sometime. He felt himself in a strange limbo between the pure terror of death, and an uneasy feeling of content, an indifference as to whether he lived or died.

A voice rattled around in his brain, one which Abra presumed must have sprung from the newcomer. As it echoed in his head, memories were stirred which made him open his eyes wider to take a look. Experiencing a brief moment of clarity, Abra stared glassy-eyed at the dog. This was a dog which he recognised, a dog which was not another foe who would eat him, but another pack member for whom he had called.

'Chance,' he choked. 'Ha-' Abra found himself unable to finish his sentence off, but it was clear that this dog would need some direction. Patience had never been Abra's strong point, especially with brats like Chance or in situations such as this, and he prayed that Tricker would show him the way forward.

[wolfbriar]

((~Waves to Cat.~ Welcome ^^))
((Man this post is short lol sorry. Guess I leave it open for the other typists to do whatever.))


~The metal near his neck would start to grow cold, possibly a burning cold? Was never well with tempatures lol. Anyway, it was bothersome and it didn't feel great against his usually warm flesh. Ok, time of being careful was over. He tries to swing his head, lurching away from Tricker as best he could. In the process of moving, he flung Abra onto the ground and released his paw. Those metal fangs of his grazing past the skin. Should more damage be inflicted, that was Abra's typist's choice.
Now his focus was on Tricker, this assaulting shadow had color... Not a shadow, remember, it was that odd wolf. He brings a pawed hand up, trying to swat Tricker off if he still clung on, the metal on those paws acted like a lion's claws. If he should miss, or the wolf hadn't let go, he'd drag the animal towards some trees and use them to knock him off.
Another voice... Someone new... He couldn't very well look at the source, unless Tricker had loosened his hold or was no longer a 'threat'.~

[Donn]

That sensation again. Pain. Along with movement. It took a little while for Tricker to realise he'd been swatted off the neck, and had fallen down nearby a third wolf. Tricker felt something cold on his shoulder, and saw that he was bleeding, although he couldn't feel it very much. Thick, bright blood covered the cut. Tricker frowned. He'd have to watch that, if it brushed off onto anything or anyone, it could be unpleasant. Tricker looked up and stared at the new wolf, with his bright orange eyes. Who were they? What did they want? Tricker hadn't heard what it had said before, but before he could speak, Abra did.

"Chance" Abra was saying chokingly. Tricker looked at the wolf Abra was addressing. They knew each other? Logically, Tricker came to the conclusion that Abra knew him. Tricker also remembered that the big, strange wolf was still here. Tricker didn't want to be hit again, but he worried for Abra. Tricker circled around the big one, ad came to Abra. He didn't come too close, that would have been hazardous, but checked to see if the wolf he had met only a few minutes ago was still conscious, still breathing, even. He had cut off speech in the middle of speaking to the new one. "Abra? Abra? Acknowledge... respond." Tricker asked, concerned for him.

[catahoula]

Chance observed the scene with extreme interest. Abra was in no real danger - not yet, anyway. He also guessed that the sickly-looking wolf's bite was doing the metal-horned thing no good; most likely whatever he had was contagious. It was probably only a matter of time. Until then, however, he prepared to be extremely helpful.

He trotted up to Abra, who seemed to be calling his name. "Is this part of the game too?" he inquired with interest. "Am I supposed to guess what you were saying next? Wait wait - don't tell me! I'm really good at games. Ha...let's see...happy? Is it happy?"

After a moment, distracted from the game, he turned around to face the large monster, and surveyed it with interest. "What does it feel like to want to die?" he asked, widening his mismatched eyes in fascination. In his very innocence, however, there was something sinister. Not in the way the question was asked, but in the meaning behind the question. There was only one implication that made sense: the suggestion that, having trespassed on Sallin territory, acting like a ferocious, rabid wild animal, there was only one fate left for the metal-clad wolf.

[Firedance]

Abra gasped as he was thrown to the ground, hoping that the creature's release of him paw would be the last physical contact he would ever have with a living being. Breathing heavily, he struggled to his feet to scramble hastily away, white tail between his legs, away from the point where he had been so roughly thrown. He was in a bad way, blood still oozing from his chest and paw, and was weakened still by the effects of the chemical poisoning he had received from his dice with death in the stream. At the present time, Abra's brain held no capacity for logical thought and instead was riddled with panicky, flitty ones. He was in a state of shock not dissimilar to the one he had experienced after having woken up one day not knowing who or where he was, and this rendered him ever more the drama queen.

Abra crawled along the ground, the world around him spinning like a psychotic ballerina. He then became aware of a grey presence before him, and, not realising that it was in fact Chance, hid his face in his paws for fear of another assault. But Chance's attack proved to be more of the verbal kind, as he bombarded Abra with incessant questions. Although the words flew over Abra's head, a memory stirred in his brain and he recognised Chance's voice. Looking up to face the dog, he curled his lip in an irked snarl. He had asked himself on previous occasions how on earth Chance had been accepted into the pack of Sallin, but then cursed himself for questioning Nightshade's logic.

Abra's eyes glazed over as Chance appeared to lose interest and walk away, yet his head followed the figure as he approached the monster that had attacked him. Had Abra been more 'with it', he would have growled a word of warning to the dog, but unfortunately at this present moment he was not, and simply looked on as Chance gambolled foolishly towards his death.

[wolfbriar]

~There, he got that strange one away from him. The beast moved, shaking a bit and rattling the spines along his back. Would the cold still be there after Tricker released his hold? Or would it fade away? Either way, maybe the movement was meant to shake it off. Minor annoyance unless it became more noticable or discomforted him greatly. Once the strange wolf circled about to the other he'd thrown, his attention would leave Tricker and move onto the new wolf.
More and more hmmm? Maybe this had been a trap... No matter, he'd show them he wouldn't be easily taken down. Now his gaze rested on Chance... This one was different and yet familiar... Did all dogs have the same scent to distinguish them from wolves? Maybe it was just Chance's appearance in general that told the beast he wasn't like the other two... Of course, Tricker wasn't like Abra, but he is still a wolf. 'What does it feel like to want to die?'. The question was odd to him. Oh, he wasn't going to die... Not without taking his attackers down.
Stay out of this....
~His only warning... Should the dog attack, he wouldn't hesitate to take up the challenge. He lowers a bit, moving his shoulders and digging his metal talons into the ground. Once more a snarl appears behind the metal and bone helmet, those thick fangs rigged on it snapped togather a couple times.
Movement... His eyes went to Abra as he started to slink away with his tail tucked down. He could have drawn closer, finish the bugger off... But didn't. He had 'chased' that one away, now there was another... His attention was focused on Chance once more, though of course he didn't forget about the odd wolf either... They were all in his sights now and he was waiting. The shadows once more started to build around him in his vision, coming from behind... His ears pinned back and he shivers again, tensing. Those spines seemed to rise alittle higher and remained that way.~

[Donn]

Bypassing the large, strange wolf, Tricker made for Abra. He was not responding, and looked in a bad way. Tricker hoped that he was alright. Today, things didn't seem to be going right at all, and the black and orange wolf hoped he could put something right. "Abra? Confirm... status?" Tricker approached him slowly, looking at his wounds, trying to decide if they were bad or not. "I am... present, Abra. Are you able... to respond?" he said quietly.

[Firedance]

Abra sprawled himself out on the mossy forest floor, his mind too warped at the present to realise that in doing so he was putting himself in a rather vulnerable position. The world still spinning violently around him, he imagined that this was what humans felt like when they drank that strong-smelling poison which they kept in those shiny bottles. He tried his best to focus his eyesight on his torn paw, but at that moment his vision was failing him, which perhaps was for the best, given his paw's mangled state.

Abra raised his head weakly as Tricker stood above him, asking questions with that strange voice of his. Woozy though he was, Abra realised from listening to the concern in his voice that Tricker did actually care about him, and Abra thought it best to be as polite to the creature as possible.

'Status... uh..' Abra gulped air down as his breathing stopped momentarily. 'I don't know, Tricker.' This was true; at that moment Abra was totally uncertain as to whether he was to live or not. Had Abra known at that point that Tricker had actually saved his life, he probably would have muttered a word of thanks to the wolf, but instead he remained totally centred in his own little world, with his orange companion merely an observer looking in at the window who received little attention.

[Donn]

Tricker didn't know what to do. He couldn't touch Abra at all, without causing further problems, in fact that would just kill him, so instead sat beside him, as if guarding Abra, someone he'd only met recently. He could only look at the wounds, Abra would have to help himself. "Standing by... Abra." Tricker knew that the wound might need to be cleaned, but he could not himself, instead suggested to the injured wolf "Abra... suggest de-con at this time. Standing by... to assist." The orange and black wolf wanted to help what he believed was his fault. He hadn't wanted to hurt Abra, it was a mistake. Tricker also kept an eye on the other two, making certain they did not approach.

Perhaps Abra's pack could help? Tricker went through that possibility in his mind. He didn't know where they were, nor how far it was, nor if he could assist Abra in walking. he might as well put it to Abra, otherwise there wouldn't be much hope for his new friend, as Tricker thoughtof him. "Abra... State co-ordinates of pack registered as... Sallin." he meant something along the lines of 'Where is your pack', but wasn't able to put it into words any less strange.

[Firedance]

Abra licked his lips subconciously, not realising that there still remained traces of Tricker's poisonous bodily fluid on his muzzle. Curling his lip, he coughed into the ground, cursing as his did so. How badly this day had turned out to be. He looked up to notice that Tricker remained by his side, and a vague feeling of appreciation for the creature's tenacity began to grow at the back of his mind. Tricker could have made a dash for it as soon as he had broken free from that metal-clad monster, but he had faithfully stayed by Abra's side and appeared to show concern for his welfare. Just one thing, Abra mused dreamily, his eyes glazed over. If he's so bloody worried, why isn't he helping me up?

'Standing by.' Tricker's words acted like a temporary dressing on Abra's wounds; the assurance that someone was looking out for him gave him a form of inner strength he had not experienced for a long while. He looked up at the wolf and muttered a gruff word of thanks.

Had Abra known that his poisoning was in fact caused by Tricker's bodily fluids, he pehaps would have been less quick to thank him, as even though Tricker's intentions had been purely for good, Abra was a somewhat simple wolf who liked to see things in black and white- he was suffering due to poisoning, and the bringer of the poison was the orange wolf who stood above him.

Luckily for Tricker, Abra did not know this at the present moment, and he listened as the wolf made further enquiries.

"Abra... State co-ordinates of pack registered as... Sallin."

What is this, the bloody third degree, Abra growled to himself. He was beginning to find his spirit again after having received his assault, and with that came his cocky and ignorant side.

'Look, mate, you lost me on your co-ordinates shite. Just help me up and we can get out of this hellhole.'