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Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« on: August 29, 2017, 10:40:18 AM »
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Blackwall awoke with the sun. He winced at the warm streams of light, and groaned as he lifted his head. The scabs on his wounds pulled at the skin around them, making the large wolf wince. He stifled a yawn as he looked down at the little woman beside him. Sherry was a very standoff, antagonizing individual. So to see her pressed against his side as tightly as she could? It made him chuckle, but he swallowed the sound before it could start. He didn’t want to disturb her, so he gently maneuvered out from under her; ignoring her quiet protests as he rose to his full height. Red-yellow eyes glanced at the pink woman as she took over his spot, but he let it be. She needed sleep, and he had to get going anyways. He had work to do.

Croatoan gave him new charges. They were interesting, being slaves, and apparently Spectres. He didn’t know much about them except they were blank slates, and the warden trusted him to turn them into useful tools. He wouldn’t let her down (not like when she fell into the abyss and he couldn’t pull her back).

Normally, his long stride would carry him quickly through the jungle’s terrain. Now, however, thanks to his new wounds he had to take things a little slower. (He didn’t mind. He made the joke if Croatoan wanted to give him love bites all she had to do was ask. He deserved the punch.) He moved through the rings until he reached the river. Blackwall waded into the cool water, and then kicked off to swim the rest of the way. His wounds itched and pulled, but he ignored it for now as he climbed up onto the small island in the river’s center. He shook himself as best as he could, and then lifted his head to howl for one of the spectre children.

Jameson. Come here.

The fringe dire sat down along the island’s sandy banks, waiting for signs of the wayward spawn. His gray ears flicked forward, listening intently. Come on, kid. Time to rise and shine.
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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #1 on: August 29, 2017, 11:07:10 AM »
Sleeping in the large den wasn't the same without Maledictus. As hard as Jamie tried not to think about what had happened to the little orphan boy, one of the many spectre children whom he considered a friend. They'd all been found together after all, they'd all be rescued and adopted as a group, they had spent so many hours pressed against each other it was hard not to feel a bond with them. Losing Maledictus was hard on the young fringe born boy. His dark ears pinned back flat against his head as he picked his way from the mound of sleeping bodies, all of them cuddled together for warmth (and probably comfort to be honest).

He couldn't sleep.

He'd just stepped outside the den and begun stretching when the summons reached his ears and they swiveled back once more, ducking his head Jamie hesitated to respond. But after what had happened to Maledictus he had no choice but to tuck his tail and head towards the direction of the caller. He hoped that whoever it was wasn't going to hurt him. When he arrived it was to see a large black and blue male standing on an island in the middle of the river, the banks of the island dividing the water into two separate channels of rushing water.

Did the dude want him to swim across to him?!

"I can't swim!" Jaime lied, hoping his small ruse would be enough to get the male to come back over to his side of the water. It didn't feel good to lie, even to a stranger but he desperately wanted to avoid getting in the water for as long as he could. But.. maybe he should just suck it up and cross before the big male got impatient and decided to take it out on his hide?

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #2 on: August 29, 2017, 11:34:22 AM »
Ah. That must be him. Blackwall’s ears flicked forward as the little brown speckled boy looked at him incredulously. He couldn’t blame the kid. It was understandable. Babies didn’t encounter scenarios like this until they were bigger, stronger, able to ford the rapids without too much worry of drowning (it’s always a risk, but less so with a larger body to navigate currents). The old man knew, however, that Saboro didn’t care about that. The Red Society demanded able bodies for all tasks: everyday, and potential warfare. So as a Harpy it’s his job to take the raw clay, and turn it into something useful. This boy would not fail. He was no Lil’ Devil, but he could maybe be something impish instead.

At least then, he could be considered successful.

The fringe dire rose to his full height along the river bank. The wind tussled his coat, showing off the deep gouges along his throat. “Then what good are you, boy?” He called across the water, baritone voice booming over the current, “Do you know what happened to Macbeth?” He knew the child didn’t know. It was before his time. “He was useless. Saboro ate him.” The kid didn't need to know it was just a little piece. Blackwall took a step forward, his paw submerged now. “Saboro does not uphold the weak.” He takes another step, all the more closer to the leary spawn. “Are you weak?” He bares his teeth in a snarl, growling, “Do you want to die? Right now?” Because that’s what would happen. He’d find the child, even if Jameson outran him, and he’d kill him.

Maybe he’d give the body to Jette. The man did like his meat.

“Swim or die, Jameson!”

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #3 on: August 29, 2017, 12:38:58 PM »
“Then what good are you, boy?”

Jaime ducked his head in shame and looked down at his toes, inches from the water that lapped gently against the shoreline. He was right, if he couldn't do something as simple as swimming what good was he?  “Do you know what happened to Macbeth?” Green eyes looked up in surprise and he shook his head quietly. No, he'd not met nor heard of anyone named Macbeth. “He was useless. Saboro ate him.” Jaime flinched as if he'd been struck and grimaced, staring dubiously at the surface of the water.

What was it with Saboro and destroying children?

“Saboro does not uphold the weak.” Fair enough. Jaime didn't want to be weak. He didn't want to be destroyed like Mal, like Macbeth, like so many other nameless children buried beneath the jungle. “Are you weak?” He was not weak. “Do you want to die? Right now?” No. “Swim or die, Jameson!” With a growl and a little battle cry Jamie threw himself ino the water. At first the chill took the breath from his lungs and made him gasp, his head held high high as he could above the water he paddled as fast as his little puppy legs would pump. His heart pounded in his chest, thundering in his ears as he paddled across the river and towards the big man on the other shore. He would show him, he would show them all that he was not weak, that he was not going to die.

Perhaps he'd spoke too soon however. The current was strong and he was still very young and his muscles weren't as strong as he had assumed. He could feel his energy being sapped from him, the chill of the current leeching his body heat and making him shiver even as he paddled with all his might. His lungs burned, his legs ached, his head was pounding as he struggled to breath, making loud wheezing sounds as he reached the midway point.

(Halfway there! I can do this!)

But his body wasn't ready. Still, Jaime struggled for as long as he could before he finally had to give in to the exhaustion that dragged at his body and slowly he stopped kicking. He just.. he just needed a little breather for a second. But the current was quick and unforgiving and before he knew it, the river sucked him under and he slipped below the dark water.

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #4 on: August 29, 2017, 12:57:07 PM »
Defiance straightened his spine and lifted his gaze from the ground. Good. Doing things out of spite gets crap done. The boy throws himself into the water with a battle cry. Cute. Blackwall stays on the shore, settling all of his weight on his left hip as his ears perk up. He says nothing. He just watches the river steal the child’s strength, each little kick of those small legs becoming slower, and slower. There’s a realization drawing across the tired child’s face, and the old man observes his reaction. There’s no giving up here. Jameson is doing everything in his power to obey his order, and there’s heart in that. There’s determination, and a will to serve he can bend to Saboro's needs. This child is not useless. He will not be like Aster, to crawl away in the dark and say nothing.

The river, however, is unforgiving. It drags the little boy down for the last goodbye.

Blackwall launches himself into the river, the leap ungraceful. His bulk hits the water and he’s nearly swept away himself, but he’s the warden’s shield. It’s his duty to complete this task, so he uses that cruel current to propel forward. He knows he doesn’t have time to delay. The boy is already submerged, and being carried away by an invisible tow line. He lets the water carry him, his legs kicking to make himself go faster. He can’t stay under for long, his own lungs already burning, but- there! He moves as if to run, stretching his neck as he opens his mouth wide. He doesn’t scruff the kid, the water being too swift, but his jaws enclose around Jameson’s middle. He’s careful with how he holds the boy, but his grip is firm. The water cannot have this one.

He kicks up and brings them both to the surface, where his nostrils flare and a growl rumbles around his parcel. There’s a small outcrop of rocks in the midway point, where the current lessens as it's forced to go around the granite. He swims over to it, and deposits the boy on the stone. Then without a second glance he swims back to the island, climbing out of the river. Blackwall shakes himself dry from nose to tail tip, and winces as he feels the wounds along his neck reopen. Lucas wouldn’t be happy with him, but it’s not important. With blood dribbling down his fur, the wolf turns his red-yellow gaze on the almost drowned child.

“Swim, Jameson!” He booms from the shore.

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #5 on: August 29, 2017, 03:32:34 PM »
Jamie hadn't expected for the big man to jump the river after him, full expected to be swallowed up by the river and drowned, just another child forgotten in the red jungle. But to his surprise he felt something grip his middle and then he was moving against the current, his head breaking the surface of the water with a loud gasp and a choking noise as water rushed into his mouth as he tried to gulp for air. He was throw unceremoniously upon the rocky outcropping where he struggled to breath and hacked up a mouthful of water.

Once he feels like he's caught his breath he looks up from the rock beneath his paws to Blackwall standing on the shoreline.  “Swim, Jameson!” His voice booms out across the water and the speckled Spectre boy glares back. "I almost died! Gimme a minute!" Jamie snaps back and then turns those bright green eyes on the river with a glower. It had tried to beat him and it had failed. Thanks to Blackwall of course, but still. Jaime refused to go down without a fight. Taking a deep breath he leaped from the rocky outcrop and landed in the river with a great big splash as he belly flopped. Grunting and straining Jaime pushed his little legs and muscles until they absolutely screamed for mercy and his teeth gritted by he was nearly there, the shore mere few away now.

Finally Jameson collapses on the bank, half in the water still, limbs trembling with exertion. "Ha.. I.. did it.." He panted, squeezing his eyes closed as he tried to focus on breathing in and out and calming his racing heart. He was tired, water logged, his nose and throat burned from the river, his little body felt a hundred times heavier but dammit, he'd done it. Jamie would live to see another day. 

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #6 on: August 29, 2017, 03:50:05 PM »
“NO ONE CARES!” Blackwall yelled, his red-yellow eyes narrowed at the petulant child’s whining. It’s true. Who else moved to save the boy? Not the crocodile up the way, or the eels in the muck. Not even the passerby Saborans, glancing at the body tugged beneath the waves. Not a single one moved to save the child, except the Harpy. And who was he? Just an old wretch that couldn’t even defeat the Raven in combat. His lips drew back as he growled at the exhausted boy, half in-half out of the water, “You’re only alive, because I pulled you out.” He looms above the boy, but leans down; scruffing the little thing and taking him away from the river’s reach. Not today. Not today.

The old man set the kid down, and curled around him; letting his side press against that small body. “Now,” He rumbled, his gaze shifting down to the spectre, “Where did you go wrong?” Blackwall’s ears flicked toward Jameson as he added, “Why did you almost drown? It’s not your size that did you in.” He reaches out with a paw and smooths the boy’s coat, wringing some of the water from the sopping downy fluff. “Think about it, before you reply.” His words are stern. He’s not looking for smartass comebacks, or childish snarls. He wants a real answer. Even a simple acknowledgement of not knowing would be acceptable. He continues pushing the excess water out of that speckled coat, briefly wishing he’d brought a pelt.

At least the kid could lay on something soft.

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #7 on: August 29, 2017, 06:28:25 PM »
Jamie grunts when he's lifted from the water, to tired to squirm or try to fight back he hangs limply from the behemoths jaws as he's moved further from the edge of the river. His guardian curls around him and Jameson can't stop the shiver that wracks his small frame as he presses his wet body into the larger males for warmth. He wasn't as mad anymore, he was just deeply tired, exhausted both psychically and emotionally.  “Now, Where did you go wrong. Why did you almost drown? It’s not your size that did you in.”

The big man reached out and wrung some of the water from his soaking wet pelt and he shivered hard once more, struggling to think of something witty or sarcastic to say but he was too groggy to think of anything good. “Think about it, before you reply.” The man said sternly, almost as if reading the young boys mind and Jamie gave a weary, cheeky grin. Alright. Slowly he went over what had happened in his mind, the leap in and then the swimming, swimming as hard as he could. Doing his best to stay above the water, what had he done wrong? Growling quietly his brow furrowed and he glared at his paws as he thought hard, trying to figure out where he'd went wrong.

And then it dawn on him. He should have paced himself, he should have went in calmly and swam at a steady, even pace instead of pushing himself so hard straight out of the gate. A typical rookie mistake. "I-i-i-i-i s-s-shouldn't h-have swam so f-fast. S-s-s-s-shoulda p-p-paced myself." He pushed closer to Blackwall and curled into a tighter ball as he shivered, trying to generate more warmth.

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #8 on: August 31, 2017, 03:51:23 PM »
The boy struggled with everything now. Fatigue settled in his bones as ice wrapped around his muscles, the blood drawn in to protect the vital organs from chill. He ran his paw over the boy’s sopping coat, wringing out the water and unconsciously working out tangles in the longer strands with his claws. “That’s right,” Blackwall rumbled as he leaned down to nose the little boy. Chin up, kid. Nobody’s perfect. “Jumping in without thinking almost let the river have you.” He lifted his foreleg and drew the shivering child against his chest, the fur thicker there as he drew his legs in close; cradling the pup as best as he could. “Do you know what happens, when someone drowns?” He asked airily, like it was a topic during Sunday brunch.

“The body’s desire for air is so strong, it’ll force you to blackout.” He put a paw over Jameson’s eyes, “And then it’ll make you breathe, but you’re underwater. So all that water fills up your lungs, and then you’re dead. Chokin’ on the very liquid we require to survive our daily needs.” Blackwall moved his paw away, moving it to rest along the boy’s back; rubbing that spine in soothing circles. “You’ll struggle first. Try to surface. Find a way out. Your body burns, because it knows it’s going to die. So do you.” It’s all facts that slip through his jaws and over his teeth, letting them drip down onto those sad ears below him. Lying did nothing except make hope, and hope would only herald the listener’s destruction. Better to see the dark, than look in vain for the light.

“Now,” The old man cleared his throat, “Getting warm is easy. You have to move around.” He rose from his position on the ground, once again nosing the shuddering bundle that he’d cuddled moments before. “Get those legs moving and it’ll make the blood flow. You’ll warm up faster.” He licked the pup’s ear encouragingly, and then moved away. His paws were heavy against the ground, the blood sticking to his fur and making him itch. He’d deal with it later. “Tell me what you know. Tell me what you don’t. Base work is always the beginning.” Blackwall stopped and looked back at the little boy. “Come on, Jamie. Get up.” Then he strode forward, his tail dripping as it swished behind him.

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #9 on: September 01, 2017, 03:55:48 PM »
The soothing strokes of his mentor slowed his shivering a bit as more and more water was shed from his pelt. He was praised and also chastised as the same time as the older man lectured him. “Do you know what happens, when someone drowns?” The question caught him by surprise and his eyes fluttered open, emerald greens looking at him quizzically. He shook his head. "No.." Jameson said quietly, his voice small and tired.

The young pup listened in fascinated horror as the dark man told him about the species of drowning, his eyes growing wide. Blackwall rubbed his shoulders in soothing circles but it did nothing to stop his shivers, though this time he wasn't shivering from cold but fear. The older man talked aboutdrowning as if he were describing something as common as a sunny day to the young boy.

“Now,” The old man cleared his throat, “Getting warm is easy. You have to move around.”Jaime groaned and curled up tighter, silently refusing to move but Blackwall wasn't having any of it, rising from his position and leaving Jamie cold and alone.  “Get those legs moving and it’ll make the blood flow. You’ll warm up faster.” He moved away and Jameson whimpered softly, slowly pushing himself to his paws reluctantly he followed after his mentor. "B-but I d-don't know anything, sir. I don't even know your name."

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Re: Lets Get Down to Business [Ring II|PRP, Jameson]
« Reply #10 on: September 01, 2017, 06:30:05 PM »
Red-yellow eyes glanced back as Blackwall paused, one paw mid air as he cocked his head to the side. “Hm? I’m Blackwall,” He rumbled as he waited for the exhausted spectre to catch up, his gray ears swiveling toward the boy. “I’ve been assigned as your Harpy. That means,” And he moved, muscles rippling beneath the shaggy fur, tail flicking and his stride leaving the child in the dust. Keep up, kid, “It’s my job to make sure you succeed.” At the sight of a few downy feathers, he lowered his nose to the ground and sniffed them. Hm. Not the right type. “While your mentor hones your battle skills, I will make sure you understand the basics. I’ll look for what you’re better at, and where you lack.”

The old man paused and reached out, lightly tapping the kid’s forehead with a large paw. “You, so far, don’t look before you leap.”

Blackwall chuckled lowly as he shook his head, turning away from the boy as he simply continued forward. The more they moved, the quicker the boy would warm up. The sun would help too, and considering this island was mostly shrubbery and grass? It wouldn’t take long. “You know the sky is blue. Grass is green,” He rumbled, looking down at Jamie, “So tell me again. What do you know? What don’t you know?” His tail cuffs the back of the pup’s head with a sharp flick. “Think this time, before you start whining again.” The Harpy sighed as he clucked his tongue, his eyes gently sweeping the ground as- wait. His ears perked up.

There. He didn’t pick up the pace, but he didn’t meander anymore either. That’s what he’d been looking for.

There were two trees on the island, but apparently there’d been a third. This one unfortunately died and fell, but it leaned against one of its siblings. Between their conjoined branches? Three beautiful feathers. They were dark and glossy. Raven? Vulture? He couldn’t tell from this angle, but they were definitely flight feathers. Exactly what he needed. Blackwall looked down at his charge. “Want to play a game?” He rumbled, an impish grin on his face.