[AW]  This Isn't trespassing. I didn't even touch land.

Winnie

3 y/o medium Female
Her mind was so full of wonder and awe from the experience she just had. She had family! Not only that but he was huge! All her life she'd thought she was the only wolf alive and now she's learned there are thousands like her.. Well not completely like her but enough to say there were similar. She also believed she had no family and that her parents just left her to live on her own but that wasn't true either! He was just unconscious all this time. Slowly she maneuvered through the waves, her body gliding easily away from the island she'd just departed from. Part of her longed to return to him but she needed food and that was not something he could provide for her right now. 

Quietly she moved to the bottom of the sea her paws picked and sorting through different shells and odd looking rocks. Sometimes she'd open a shell and lick out the insides of it before tossing it back to the floor. Slowly she made her way up the sandy bottom till part of her back and fin was plain to see. The dorsal fin swaying in a "S" motion starting at the top and going down into the water to keep the water flowing over the top of her hidden gills. She felt a stream's compulsion start to push on her but she ignored it, the best the crabs sitting this this small water well. Taking one more step forward and fiddling with a spiny crustacean, her ears poked out of the surface and a sound caught her attention. It was the sound of something breathing and it sounded pretty close. Even slightly feeling the hot blast of air on her ears themselves. 

Winnie popped her head out of the water and stared into the face of the stranger her eyes trying focus on their face while water still ran over them. She took a good sniff and it was like nothing she'd ever smelt before. A weird smell, a strong one that reminded her of the red stuff the flowed through every creature. "Hello." She mumbled, something in her suddenly becoming extremely shy. 
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Odin

4 y/o xlarge Male
Odin    Soravir
It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the mammoth of a man to be seen carrying anything of substantial weight upon his hind. Whether it be armour for a special delivery or thick timber merely to help maintain his own mass, the male was simply a working brute. When his anvil wasn’t hot with steel, he scoped the forest for herbs and supplies for his craft; he rested only when he felt he had hours to do so. Hell, half the time he found himself asleep outside Anaru's den-step, and despite how new the day was, this time around things were a bit different. 

Odin found his heavy feet indenting wet soil, visionaries of crisp amber lounging outward at the churning waters before him. He was very fond of rising early in the morning just so he might have the chance of catching the start of a new rise. He didn’t toil on many things with this method either, starting at the crack of dawn was his way of feeling accomplished by the time he found his aching body grasping for slumber. “Hum…” His muzzle rested gingerly to the skies above, furs of blue and grey soaking up the calm breeze as he allowed himself a moment to relax and bask in the silence of nature. Of course, all good things had to come to an end, he just wasn’t expecting it to come from the likes of a talking fish. ”Hello.” 

Jumping nearly a foot in the air, the male let out a snarl, his newly crafted swords falling to the dirt from their place inside his holster. “W-What in… Who… Who are you?  Better yet, what are you? What is that?” He inched closer now, the sudden startle not enough to keep the doofus at bay. His nose wiggled back and forth, the mohawk that adorned his head sent up to full height as he found himself about to paw at the funny looking ribbon on her back. “Are… Are you the new craftsman? Urm, craftswoman, I’ve been hearing about?” He didn’t want to offend her, but she certainly didn’t look like much. There wasn’t anything wrong with that though, he, himself, was something of an underdog. @Winnie

"do not tread in fear, my dove, but in faith."
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Winnie

3 y/o medium Female




Winnie Beltiz

“If you never try how could you know?”



Winnie watched as all the shiny metal upon the wolf's back fell to the ground in front of her. Her eyes mesmerized by the look of it and the sound ringing in her ears sounded like music, beautiful and crisp. She couldn't help herself and she pulled her entire body out of the water to examine the shiny plates and wooden studs on them. Her ears flicking back to try and catch what he said but it was lost on her even if she did catch it. "These are so beautiful! How did you do it?" She mumbled in awe. Never in her life had she seen anything like these works of art. They brought a feeling of joy and masterful workmanship to her heart. "They are like little pools of water.. Only they are stiff and not fluid in movement." She went to touch one of the pieces and jumped back in pain as the edge of it caught on her paw pad. "And dangerous." She grumped, licking at the slight cut. 

Winnie looked at the male and watched his face. She didn't really know why he was so surprised to see her but nothing felt wrong about what she was doing. She had earlier noticed him looking at her fin and now that the awe of the shinies wore off she turned her head to look at it to see if anything was wrong. Nothing popped out at her so she shrugged and listened to the male. He was massive compared to the rest of the wolves she'd met so far and definitely the weirdest smelling. It reminded her of the flower princess, she smelled so nice it was hard not to stay around her forever. She realized her mind was drifting from the conversation so the let the thoughts die and just stared at the male trying her best to look interested. 

"Speaking,"


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Odin

4 y/o xlarge Male
There was a sudden jerk in intensity that coated the males lips -- a feverish tap of his tail, the creeping pull of pale incisors shinning in the dawnlight. The brute had been too blind to notice before, likely too panicked by her abrupt appearance from the gently swaying depths. His day was no longer tiresome, his stance shifting from that of a friendly stranger to one that loomed over her freshly drying body. It was a shame she'd taken appreciation in his crafts, it wasn't unlike him to be more fond of those who appreciated his work, but his loyalty -- no, his obsession -- for Anaru was stronger. Much, much stronger. "Ah, you like my swords? You seem so new to the concept, have you never seen a blade before, love?" His chest churned, neck craning over the female as his nostrils flared in breath. He took in her scent, the flavour that danced upon his tongue telling him everything he needed to know.

So she liked his wares? Wonderful. Now he'd get to test them. 

Odin spun forth, knocking away every weapon but the one he already held within his grasp to ensure the woman wouldn't use them against him. He jutted forward, ears erect and tail touching the heavens like a bloodstained-banner for Eleutheria as he swung his weapon directly at the fin upon her spine. He knew not what it was, but to him, it was a symbol of her affinity, an insult to his people and pride. In a second strike, Odin aimed to ram her backward onto solid land, away from the water as to make her escape more difficult. "You will be the perfect training dummy." @Winnie

"speaking,"



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Winnie

3 y/o medium Female





Winnie Beltiz

“If you never try how could you know?”



A smile crept onto her face as he spoke of her enjoyment. She did like them, very much actually. Slowly she peered down at one to see her shiny reflection in the blade of the sword but something felt wrong. She could see the male's face in the reflection too. His eyes very daring and confident and his maw slightly gaped. Before she could look up and ask him what he was doing, his body spun out in front of her and pushed all the swords away. This caused her to falter in her steps and lower her posture a bit. "What's going-" Her voice broke as the heavy weight of the male forced her forward out of the water completely and onto the banks. Winnie felt herself tumble over twice before getting back to her paws. Her legs and body trembling in a bit of panic. 

Quickly she spun around, her body stopped and fearful eyes gazing at the male before her. "What did I do? I didn't mean to upset you. I'm sorry." She squealed out. "I wasn't going to touch them honest. I'm a good wolf!" She mumbled and stared at him. She had no idea what to do with him. He was way bigger then her and the idea of trying to fight with him was very unsettling. Winnie wasn't a fighter and never been apart of one.. Well i guess you could say she tussled with an otter over a clam before but that was minor. She watched his every move and took a few steps back into the territory she didn't know. Surely if he came after her she could slip by him and back into the murky depths. "Please don't hurt me.. I'll just be on my way."

"Speaking,"


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Odin

4 y/o xlarge Male
There had been something almost comical about the way he'd completely missed his first shot -- watching his weapon soar over her head and out into the icy blue below their feet. Though he'd set himself up to look like a joke, the woman in front of him certainly hadn't noticed, and if she had, she didn't give a shit. She stood facing him, paws inching backward and eyes looking like a deer caught in headlights. Maybe he hadn't failed so badly after all, but he knew damn well he'd have to either replace a blade or go fishing for it later. It was no matter now. If anything he'd succeeded in the what he wanted to do most: move her further from where she'd emerged. "Why do you act so surprised, poppet? Running from your fate only makes it harder on you, don't you wish to be free?" Pearly teeth snarled, his own movements indicating that he was rearing up for yet another attack. He hadn't figured out exactly what he wanted to do thus far, but he did know he didn't want to waste another blade.

Odin threw himself forward in a series of surprisingly swift jolts, muzzle stretched out as he aimed to grab hold of her own pale maw and shake her violently until tongue could no longer rattle words.  He didn't want her to scream, to lure in more affinities that might come crawling in from the trees, the skies, from the hell in which they were bore of. The male wasn't cynical by any means, but it was always more fun when the fear bubbled up in innocent eyes, and he leaned upward just so he could get a glimpse of it for himself. "Stop trembling, you're making it too easy." In another quick swoop, the male aimed to latch onto her scruff and pin her to the water-stricken ground.  @Winnie 

- 1st attack was physical. attempting to bite deeply into her muzzle, thrash her around to keep her quiet.
- 2nd attack was physical. attempting to sink his teeth into her scruff and pin her to the ground.

"speaking,"



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Winnie

3 y/o medium Female





Winnie Beltiz

“If you never try how could you know?”



Her breathe came out slow and each moment in time felt slow. What was he doing? Why was he doing this to her. She took a glance behind her as he began to move. Her body changing direction and aiming to dash forward to get away from the angry male. This whole thing was all a misunderstanding she thought to herself, tears coming to her eyes and blurring them. She could barely see the path ahead of her but before she even got far she felt his long incisors dig into her scruff. Pain shot through her pelt like a fish darting through the reefs. She howled out in pain but it was cut short and garbled. Her neck and chest were slammed into the ground with such force it almost knocked the wind from her lungs. 

At this point all calm and kind natures evaporated and all that was left was to flee or fight trying to. Once her breath seemed to fill her chest again she squealed in such terror and kicked up with her hind legs trying to land a blow somewhere. Her claws stretched out for the first time ever. She'd never felt so frightened in her life. Her head twisted and reached up in all vigor to tear at anything she could grasp: ears, fur, or mohawk.

1st Atk: Scratch with the back leg to tender zones.
2nd Atk: Bite at top of the head or fur.

"Speaking,"


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Odin

4 y/o xlarge Male
Dare he lick the tears that streamed down her sodden cheeks? Should he even mutter a word? Of course, not. There was simply something so appetizing about the way she thrashed about underneath him; her frantic kicking only fueling his fire as a light began to flicker like a ember in his brain. He hadn't thought of it until now, no, but the heat that buzzed with every exhale leaving his muscular body brought his attention back to his weapons, to be exact, his brand. The molten rod that burned brightly with glory, a reminder of when times were simply and clean. He didn't care that she wasn't a ram affinity like the ones that stole his family from him, he didn't care that she hadn't done a damn thing wrong, all that mattered was getting his message across. 

Odin glanced down at the crying woman, his eyes glazed over with emotion, not of this time. For a split second, he was taken back to his childhood, and for that short moment, he felt terror fill his heart. The feeling of hopelessness, yet still the audacity to challenge that fear and fight back. Although he was angry, he knew somewhere deep in his soul that this killing would be of mercy, not of sport, and the very thought hurt him more than anything else. He wanted to watch her suffer, for her to feel every instant of pain he endured as he watched the life drain out his family's eyes. But that wouldn't happen. She could never give him that satisfaction. "Let's get this over with." The jaws of the man flashed, his grip aiming to rip and tear into the throat of the young female that lay squirming below his feet. With her pinned, he reached for his brand, attempting to send the burning flames right into her left hip. @Winnie 

- 1st attack was physical. attempting to bite her throat in a maim, damage her vocal cords.
- 2nd attack was physical. attempting to brand her left hip.

"speaking,"



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Winnie

3 y/o medium Female





Winnie Beltiz

“If you never try how could you know?”



She couldn't get away. She tried over and over to get out from under the male but he was too heavy and solid to budge. She felt like he was toying with her now. She was stuck in his clutches with no where to go and nothing to save her. Her voice cried out for help, a piercing caterwaul that echoed through the woods. She wished for someone to come and save her. Her mind passing through images of faces she'd seen in the past. There was the red and black wolf, Sonja, and the scaled beast she never got the name of. Her mind flit to the face of Arios.. Her beautiful lights glinting off her features. She let her wailing die for a moment to take a deep breathe but as she did his teeth came down again sharp and jagged into her throat. Her screams were cut short and a pop echoed in her ears. She felt her own blood begin to seep down her chest and onto her legs and just the sight of it caused a burst of adrenaline to fight its way into her veins. If she didn't do something now she was going to die. 

She was about to feign death when a searing pain graced her hip and all bets seemed to be off. With a surge of power she tore her scruff from his grasp and went taring down the grove. Her legs powered by the terror of death. She still had so many things she wanted to do. She wanted to meet her father, find her mother, play with her own little darlings. Those little treasures kept her moving, her thoughts keeping the blood loss at bay. She didn't even hear footfalls behind her from the rushing and pounding in her ears. 

Slowly her body started to wain. Its adrenaline losing its effect and her mind starting to loss itself as well. Blood was still trickling down her chest and onto the forest floor but she could see the golden leaves and orange hues up ahead. She hoped and prayed she would be safe there.. Off this cursed land and safe from the beast wishing to take her life. She was about to race into that land but the feeling in her paws was lost. Her body stumbling forward and collapsing hard into the ground below. She tried to stand but her legs felt like jello and her eyes were losing their focus. She tried to call for help one last time but all that came out was a hideous gurgle sound from the hole in her throat. 

"Speaking,"


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Arios

4 y/o large Non-conforming Y
Arios made their way through the redgate, with Sylvain spending the day with her uncle there was nothing left for the wolf to do but explore. Perhaps there was more herbs on the lands beyond their densite, one of which gave off a scent that made Arios's bones quiver. Though with that scent also came one that they were all too familiar with, the heavy odor of blood. The healer's paws carried them quickly through the copper coated trees, leaping over fallen logs and ducking beneath low hanging branches until the struggled cry of another filled their ears. It was faint, and it was muffled beyond belief, but it couldn't be clearer to Arios's pale ears. 

"Hold on!! I'm Coming!" They yelled, crashing through a bit of underbrush until the maiden's shimmering form came across the crumpled heap of a woman they'd met, one that they'd befriended, one who was now coated in their own blood."Winnie!" They gasped, not caring of the dangers that posed in the woods beyond where they stood the wolf crossed the border unknowingly into Mundane territory, feeling the light particles on their body shine brightly before dimming as if they couldn't be sustained in the new earth they ran apon. It was barely moments before Arios was at their friend's side, nose pressed against there cheek before moving down to her ribcage. Her breathing was shallow, heart frantic as a rabbit being chased across the valley. "Winnie I'm here, I'm here." They murmured, eyes flitting upward to find the large form of a burley man in the distance, garnet orbs widening in realization the wolf quickly shoved their nose under Winnie's side, pulling their head back to situate the woman on their back. Knowing it would hurt her a little it was better than dragging her. Stumbling a little under the wolf's weight Arios took off as fast as they could manage into the redgate. Once Arios's paws touched the multicolor leaves their form exploded in light, dancing in waves around the two and filling the wolf with the strength to run. Hoping and praying that the friend bouncing along on their back would be alright until they got home where she could be healed properly. 
"Speaking"


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