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smash_logs2013-01-05 04:34 pm
travelingdarkness) wrote in smash_logs2013-01-05 04:34 pm
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Duran Duran
Who: Jon and Blake
What: a hunter and a scavenger with mutually beneficial interests
Where: the forest
When: Jan 5, night
Warnings: carnivorous appetites
Ever since Blake had agreed to help Kyogre with his professorly duties, he had found his free time taken up by grading rather than running, annotations of poetry rather than observations of territory. Though the trade had been valuable in its own way, the Mightyena nonetheless found himself longing for the opportunity to stretch his legs. Just because he was naturally quick-footed didn't mean his speed wouldn't dull through underexertion - that would have been an even greater oversight than any incomplete assignment. Perhaps Blake didn't pursue strength in the same manner as his clanmates, but he still kept himself honed.
Once his homework was done, the Mightyena silently shifted into his true form and slid out into the night. Normally the track field would have been enough for practice's sake, but Blake's blood was stirring for some place away from the yellowed streetlights and smooth turf. Moving with the shadows, he slipped away from the school, towards the the forest instead.
Breaking out into a run, he spurred himself forward into the deep woods. Though the moonlight was faint through the leaves, the Dark Type could travel as easily as though it were day. And while his eyes - glowing a red and yellow - were sharp, it was his nose and ears that could see the furthest.
Somewhere upwind, a kill had been made. The smell of blood was both fresh and abundant - no doubt the hunter responsible would still be feeding. To approach would be risky, especially when he was still unfamiliar with the strength of the local carnivores, but this would have to be both an opportunity to learn, and to scavenge a meal.
Very carefully, he slowed down and quietly trotted over to spy on the kill from downwind.
What: a hunter and a scavenger with mutually beneficial interests
Where: the forest
When: Jan 5, night
Warnings: carnivorous appetites
Ever since Blake had agreed to help Kyogre with his professorly duties, he had found his free time taken up by grading rather than running, annotations of poetry rather than observations of territory. Though the trade had been valuable in its own way, the Mightyena nonetheless found himself longing for the opportunity to stretch his legs. Just because he was naturally quick-footed didn't mean his speed wouldn't dull through underexertion - that would have been an even greater oversight than any incomplete assignment. Perhaps Blake didn't pursue strength in the same manner as his clanmates, but he still kept himself honed.
Once his homework was done, the Mightyena silently shifted into his true form and slid out into the night. Normally the track field would have been enough for practice's sake, but Blake's blood was stirring for some place away from the yellowed streetlights and smooth turf. Moving with the shadows, he slipped away from the school, towards the the forest instead.
Breaking out into a run, he spurred himself forward into the deep woods. Though the moonlight was faint through the leaves, the Dark Type could travel as easily as though it were day. And while his eyes - glowing a red and yellow - were sharp, it was his nose and ears that could see the furthest.
Somewhere upwind, a kill had been made. The smell of blood was both fresh and abundant - no doubt the hunter responsible would still be feeding. To approach would be risky, especially when he was still unfamiliar with the strength of the local carnivores, but this would have to be both an opportunity to learn, and to scavenge a meal.
Very carefully, he slowed down and quietly trotted over to spy on the kill from downwind.
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...however, some nights, you just had a hankering for your old favorite so you killed a deer.
Jon had already dispatched the relatively large stag and was busily pulling out the undesireable bits so that he was left with the good parts. Let the crows eat that stuff - he was in it for the more noble meats of the haunches and flanks.
Being that Blake was a seasoned scavenger, he'd probably be able to get pretty close to Jon before Jon realized he had company.
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The discarded organs, however, definitely began to attract temptation. Undesirable bits? More like totally fair game delicious squishy bits.
The Dark Type waited until the wolf-man was finished ripping out deer offal and had begun tearing into its muscle in earnest before daring to approach further. His steps were light, as inconspicuous and unthreatening as possible. But even with the shadows as camouflage, the light reflected in his glowing eyes were sure to give Blake away.
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"Can I help you, lad?" he growled in a language Blake would be sure to understand. This was Jon's kill, after all. He didn't want anyone else thinking they could just grab a bite. Law of the jungle and all that, even if Jon considered himself a bit above some of that stuff.
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Blake demurely dipped his head to avoid sparking any aggression with a direct stare, and his tail was hung low.
"Thank you, but I am well. Please don't mind me."
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Jon pulled a haunch free of the deer and set about gnawing the meat away from both bone and skin. He ate in silence for a few minutes, eyes flicking over to Blake every so often until he was sure the Pokemon was good to his word and didn't intend to try and take anything by force.
"Oi. Help yourself to the bits and pieces over there." he said, indicating the pile he'd pulled free. "I've no desire for it this evening so if you're hungry, be my guest."
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Despite the calmness of his voice, the Dark Type moved towards the scraps with a bit of nervousness in his step. There was always the chance that the wolf-man would take advantage of his approach and prey on two for dinner, so he was constantly alert. Only upon reaching the pile did Blake take his eyes off him, and that was only for a short second to bite onto a bit of intestine.
He trotted back to where he was standing before, a safe distance away, dragging the long digestive track with him like a a trail (or the most morbid fruit roll-up).
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He didn't care for intestines personally. At all. Still, whatever Blake wanted to eat was really fine by Jon. He had meant it when he said he wasn't interested in the offal this evening.
"Jon by the way. You live in these woods or what?"
He still hadn't quite put two and two together yet.
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He liked liver. And intestine. And anything that he could sink his teeth into, really, and it didn't even have to be fresh. A Mightyena's stomach was pretty much invincible to the bacteria and rot anyway.
Ah, so his suspicious were correct. Another pleased flick of the tail. "I do not. It is very nice to meet you again, Jon."
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"Oh, so you're the Mightyena from the school? Blake, wasn't it?"
He did remember the conversation. It had been nice to chat with him, actually.
He reached down to the front end of the deer, and tore it's front leg free, tossing it to the side of the Pokemon.
"Here. have some real meat. You might not be descriminatin' but I'd be a poor sod to hold out on a fellow student."
wow I am sorry for taking so long, got sick and distracted for a week
"Yes, I am." He swallowed the mouthful already between his teeth, and padded over to the dismembered leg, sitting down in front of it.
"I would not hold you to such obligation, but I do thank you," he said, before tearing into the flesh.
Aaa! I hope you're feeling better! No worries about lateness at all! =)
Jon set about eating again in silence for a while. He was sure Blake would sooner fill his mouth with the meal than with words to begin with. He had a pretty ravenous appatite this evening, but he still wanted to be able to bring some of this home for Riwane to enjoy.
After he'd decimated most of the poor deer's haunch and loer leg, he set about cleaning his paws.
"So, what brings you out this evening? School dinners not quite cutting it? Or just in the woods for the fresh air?"
oops I keep being dead
"I find the cafeteria is most sufficient, actually. But it still remains valuable to explore for one's self, and take some exercise."
The Mightyena licked some of the blood from his muzzle, though his characteristic red nose remained its gruesome colour. "In the wake of my academic duties, I have quite missed it."
Toni stop dying, it's bad for your health
He shoved the carcass over with ease, sinking his teeth and claws into the other forleg and pulling it off with a sickening tearing noise. He tossed it in Blake's direction before starting to remove the other haunch. A much slower process.
"How do the wilds here compare to your homeland? Where you lived before you were caught?"
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Most predators had fangs for ripping and tearing, but few were built to break bone, much less devour it. The species name of 'Bite Pokemon' was not unearned.
Between mouthfuls of marrow, Blake told him, "I was born to Hoenn, a much warmer land than this. The trees bore much more fruit, though there were no deer such as these. It is an island born of volcanic earth, with both jungle and desert and mountain. There was both sun and rain, but never snow.
"I find the cold to be rather unpleasant, in fact - especially when without fur," he confessed, casually chewing on a fracture. "Though this city is not nearly as frigid as the Northern lands of Sinnoh."
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"Your home sounds like a slice of paradise, Blake. My own homeland is often cold, often wet and often snowy. You've some summer sun in the right season, but it will often rain heavily even in the summertime. There's a lot of wooded areas like this, along with peat swamps, rolling pastures and relatively messy cities. It's an Island too though it has many close neighbors with similar weather and sour disposition."
He proceeded to strip skin from the deer's side in preparation for pulling free the hindleg and some of the meaty areas around the back end of the deer. He wanted to take some home for Riwane. "Sinnoh, eh? You've been, I take it? Looking to go either there or to Hoenn sometime in the semi-near future. Which would you recommend?"
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"I have. Mistress Blue prefers a nomadic lifestyle, and as such I've travelled extensively through Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Unova. A... recommendation would depend on your interests, largely. Sinnoh is a land of history, whereas Hoenn is one of nature.
"In climate, Sinnoh is most likely closer to your homeland. The mountain range is the greatest of any region, bisecting the land in half. As a result, the East and West coast are both culturally different - and the North is never without snow. The mountains also create much moisture at their base, making for rivers, large swampland, and places of fog and rain. Its lakes especially are steeped in lore.
"Though Hoenn's mountains are less grand, they are places of volcanic activity, with draws a great deal of tourism to its hot springs, and other natural sites. The island also offers opportunities for diving, and exploration by water. Tropical, I believe, is the term for much of its environment."
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"Like as not, we'd enjoy Hoenn best in that case. Riwane and I, I mean. Not sure if I mentioned that I'm a trainer?"
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"You must be very accomplished to name a Charizard of your clan," he added by way of observation. Much more accomplished than Blake suspected, in fact, considering Jon did not hail from the known regions.
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With a decisive twist and tear, he seperated the hindleg of the deer from it's body and set it aside - Nowhere near Blake, to be sure he didn't get the wrong idea. "Well, she was a Charmander when we met. Actually, not far from this spot. I was out hunting and came accross her trail. Never was adverse to eating reptile so I stalked her a bit. She turned into her Human form before I had a chance to chase her down and make her my dinner. We got to talking and she attached herself to me... T'was her as chose me to be her trainer. Not the other way around."
He was well aware he didn't fit the model as far as trainers went. There was a fairly sizeable gap between him and someone like Gold. And the story of how he became a trainer was equally strange and unconventional. Still. It was his and Riwane's story, so he'd not change it for the world.
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Even if it was an unusual story by human standards, it was not outside the realm of what Blake could understand. He himself was a creature that simply couldn't survive without a clan. A Fire Type may have been more independent and much more proud, but even they could gain from a partnership with someone they respected.
"All the more accomplished then, if she follows you of her own accord. A fire's respect is not easily won."
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"I'm glad that she's found something in me that's worth sticking around for, and I'm glad to be able to help her accomplish her goals. We've a happy partnership."