Dead Empress Backwater if i don't make it, someone else will

Random Event: Dead Empress Backwater, your local geese have decided to pick a fight with you over your water source.

No. Uh-uh. This wasn't going to stand, not on Eros' watch. Blazing, hazeling eyes stared down a monster of a bird that stood between the monthling and his water. His dad's water, his Aunt @Sharlee's water! The whole pack needed to drink from here, how could it?!

A deep, rumbling growl reverberated throughout his chest and spilled into the air as he inched closer to the water fowl, step by indignant step. The goose in turn hissed menacingly, and spread its wings. The Valle was undeterred. This bird was going down.

(This post was last modified: Aug 01, 2021, 10:23 PM by Eros.)

A son of @Vanadis. Modesto watches with a guardian's attention. Unknowing by Modesto, Vanadis had taken the Valle name for which Modesto would have been happy for. They needed a strong woman at the helm if her nephew were to chose a well mate. She would not be some side peace, not some whore or someone who just needed a donor to give her pups so she could feel some sort of accomplishment in her life. No. Vanadis could be Valle which meant the cold woman would see her pup's in a higher regard.

She was quiet as she made her approach, coming up along the side of the boy's flank and remained low there. She does not growl as the goose hisses aggressively, though whispers to the boy, "They are a mean and stubborn bird. You'll need to guard your face. They go for the eyes and nose." But she does not stop the son. Only offers her insight and waits.

(This post was last modified: Aug 01, 2021, 11:51 PM by Modesto.)

Something was behind him, the boy began to sense as his hackles prickled and adrenaline naturally boosted his awareness. He glanced as back as the corners of his eyes would allow him, refusing to turn his back to the beast he'd been sizing up. The mottle blur of colors and familiar scent told him who it was; Aunt Mo'! Having her at his back only emboldened him further, especially as she spoke, offering tips.

They went for the face, huh? Well then, maybe turning his back wasn't such a bad idea. Eros spun 'round, grit his fangs while locking eyes with the bird once more over his shoulder, and charged. Backwards, butt-first, but as fast as he could go.

The goose let out one warning honk then bat it's wings, catching the pup sharply at the hip. Eros spun and toppled, but was back on his paws as quickly as possible and with a sharp, demanding bark.

Back off!!

A flash of his fangs, the boy sized up the bird further as his great aunt seemed to boist his confidence. Modesto couldn't help the bit of chuckle as the boy went ass first after the goose, who nipped him on the hip. Modesto growls, keeping low and moving forward yet keeps her distance. The rest of the geese gathered round, behind the other goose still but they flapped their wings, honked, puffed up. Modesto knew if the charged the group would scatter, keep its distance. So for the time being she would snap and bite at any other goose who tried to come near but would leave the boy to fight his own battle with the one.

Eros had yet to learn to take in a broader view of the world, including keeping tabs on his surroundings. The reinforcements were not noticed until Modesto threatened them, and the young Valle heir looked up and past his foe to see that the other geese were obeying his aunt. Eros smirked. That was right, this was Valle country. Step back.

Eros growled and prowled as similarly to Aunt Mo' as he could manage. When he felt the moment was right, he shot forward, puppy teeth aiming for a black, scaled leg.

And he actually got it.

The pup barely had time to register this small victory before the barrage began, heavy wings and strong bill bashing down repeatedly on his tiny body. All he could think to do was hold on and snarl as viciously as he could, thinking that if he just bit down hard and long enough, the goose would stop, maybe even drop dead.

Modesto wouldn't have thought at all that they would have managed to actually catch a goose. They were horribly mean and after peaking your nose and pulling your ears the geese would be off in the sky and out of reach before you know it!

Not this time. This time they had been cocky. This time they had not only underestimated the child, they underestimated its aunt.

Modesto's main attention was to the horde, snapping her teeth and charging out and back, out and back. They kept their distance but Modesto would be left to whip around as the goose her little nephew went after began squalene. He had gotten ahold of it. By now, the flock was pushing away, beginning to fly away. The sound of the other's cry being enough to let them know the show was over with and the games had turned to danger for them.

The Consul charged after the goose as Eros held on strong biting and snapping her way through wings until she was able to get ahold of its long neck- a loud crunch and then Modesto began to shake its head and neck around until it was but flopping around with the wolf's movements.

The deed done, Modesto let's go to allow the bird to slump to the earth. She moves to Eros then, sniffing and prodding to make sure he was alright.

The bird began to make this awful noise, but it just made Eros want to hurt it more. To get it to shut up and to stop hurting him. Adrenaline was helping keep some of the pain at bay, but he could feel it nonetheless, especially as the winged-beast's beak made sharp contact with his skull, splitting the skin between.

Still, he had no idea that if his aunt weren't here, he would likely be dead in the next few minutes. After all, bumps and scratches had always healed before. Why should this be any different? He wasn't letting go, not until-

Crunch.

It might have been a gruesome sound if first heard in a different context, but as it was Eros grinned maliciously at the noise, knowing it meant something horrible for the bird. Finally, knowing that Aunt Mo had it covered, Eros let go and staggered back away from the squall. He panted, out of breath from the exertion, while his little body ached from the blows sustained and a small dribble of blood seeped from the cut atop his crown.

He'd be hurting like crazy over the next week, but Eros was luckily without any major injury and continued to watch happily as the older wolf bested the bird then approached him.

"Did it!" he shouted gleefully, stomping his ridiculous little puppy paws against the earth in celebration.

A close inspection of the youth revealed a little nasty cut atop his crown, the furred matted and tangled with blood. The rest of any cuts or scraps were superficial or at least so much so Modesto did not notice them. Had he been unlucky he may have suffered some internal bruising but for the most part he looked alright.

"That's a good lad." She spoke, lifting a salt and peppered paw to rest it on Eros little shoulder. "You've done well." She did not know if the two healer mothers would think differently. Did not know if they would be upset for her edging Eros on but little did Modesto care either.

Eros beamed with pride as Modesto went on to praise him, tiny barrel chest puffing out and all as his tail slapped the ground. Yeah, he had done well, hadn't he? More and more the aching feeling stole over his puppy frame, but his aunt's encouragement only bolstered him. In direct spite of the pain, he toddled toward the waters edge and took a victorious drink from the water.

The cold liquid wasn't as soothing as he thought. In fact, his head started to throb even worse, a headache overwhelming his young brain.

"Ma," he asked of Aunt Mo', turning to face her with a decidedly less enthusiastic expression.

Happy and proud was the little boy, even as he danced his way to the shallows and gathered a drink. It would not last long. Weariness taking him, he asks for his mother and to which Modesto nods. Weary from battle. She spoke to the youth, jutting her greyed muzzle to the side for him to come. Let get your wounds tended to and some rest. Come. And she began to move off then, to guide the little fighter back to his mother's care.

{Exit}

(This post was last modified: Oct 31, 2021, 04:27 AM by Modesto.)