OOC: Sorry for the suckish post and the little powerplay. If you don't like it then let me know. :) |
To say that he was stalking her would have been wrong. Really... he was just... watching her. She seemed to know what she was doing, where she was going. Something like that. As scared as he was of these savages, they certainly had an easier time surviving here than Kiche did. Where on earth was the food here? Kiche wanted nothing to do with hunting, which usually left him with the sparse plant life and few berries around. it was disgusting. Everything about this place was disgusting and unholy and an affront to God. It was making him sick, literally, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually sick. Or it could have been something he ate.
But this black wolf — at least she wore the true color of her soul— seemed like she was doing alright for herself. As hard as it was for Kiche, he admitted that in order to survive in this hell hole he would have to learn a thing or two from the savages. Just the thought of it made him want to retch. But he was hungry, so hungry. He didn't have to accept their pagan beliefs or strange voodoo rituals —like that strange song they all sang at night, how barbaric— but he needed to stay alive. Hell was a cruel place.
However, he did not wish to get close to her or to talk to her. Just watch from a distance, and follow her quite loudly, and perhaps obviously, through the snow. Kiche didn't wish to be seen, but he had no idea that there was any manner in which he could silence his footfalls and fade into the background. He was not a predator or a natural. He was just a furry house pet int he shape of a wolf, trapped in this awful, sickening place.
The thought, reappearing in his head once more, finally did cause him to retch. Loudly.</blockquote>
Kauda walked with pride, her tail held high. She knew that someone was watching, she could smell him, and she, honestly, was trying to show off. Her slender ebony body moved with grace and elegance as she trotted along the land, waiting for the wolf to give some type of sign that he was there. If he did not, Kauda would understand, as he may not have wanted trouble. Of course, though, the male did make a noise, though it wasn't what Kauda was expecting. |
When he looked up from the sickening mess he had made of the snow, his eyes snagged on the silhouette of the wolf he had been following. She was facing him now, staring into his soul with the very strangest eyes. Immediately he looked at the ground at her feet, unwilling to let her steal her soul like the last savage he had met had. No eye contact. Absolutely no eye contact, he told himself, his eyes burning into the snow. But he noticed her legs were moving. And not in the good direction, the away direction. She was walking towards him, the devil-worshiper, dark as a devil incarnate, was coming towards him. Oh, he was dead meat.
And then she spoke to him. For a moment, he was a bit surprised to hear real words. The last wolf had only gurgled at him, mumbled spells at him. However, since he wasn't looking at her face, he could not see her smile. Not that it would have helped. Smiles were just evil walls savages spoke behind, and behind those walls were always barbed intentions and malice. At any rate, he did not respond. Instead, he looked about him, looking for a place to hide. But there was nothing, only an expanse of snow. The forest was far to the south.
She was closing in on him, asking mocking questions like, "Are you alright?" That fiend! That malicious little liar. Desperate and out of options, Kiche bolted. He ran in no direction in particular, he only cared about putting more distance between him and this puny heathen. He hoped she didn't follow, and had no idea what he would do if she didn't. </blockquote>
OOC: Well, I couldn't just end it! :) |
Much to his horror, when he cast a glance back over his shoulder, he realized she was chasing after him. And she was gaining on him. Panicking, Kiche looked about once more for shelter, even if he knew he would find nothing. There was no escape. What kind of awful, spiteful place was this? His legs churned through the snow powerfully, but it appeared he was no match for her. It was not long before she was at his side, trying... trying to speak with him. She asked him why he was running. As if it's not obvious! She was a savage! And he, he, was one of God's children! Surely she understood that! Then again, the wolves he had met thus far seemed strangely, brutally ignorant of that fact.
Not going to hurt him. What a lie! Why was he surrounded by such evil liars? Deep in his thoughts, Kiche hardly saw her throw herself in front of him. He ran straight into her, the collision sending him flying into the air and then rolling in the snow. Not going to hurt me! Oh really! Then why was he on the ground, why had she tripped him. Kiche leaped back to his feet and tried to run away, but faltered awkwardly and collapsed in the snow. Fear began to envelope him. It was more of this devil-magic that turned his legs to putty.
OOC: You think he hit hard enough to break something? She's itty bitty. Nice post. :) |
However, he really didn't know how long he could hold her off it it came to that, if she kept advancing. Kiche abhorred violence, and still hated himself for how he had let the Devil take a hold of his soul and force him to fight with that monster. He prayed desperately for a lightning bolt to come out and strike the girl, so that he wouldn't have to. But he could always run.</blockquote>
As she dragged herself towards him, he spoke confusing words. 'You will get back, you heathen, or feel the wrath of God!' he snapped at her. Kauda's head snapped up in confusion. Wait a second. Heathen? Wrath of God? What was this that he spoke of? She let herself fall next to him, laying still so he would be sure that Kauda was not going to hurt him. |
What was he talking about?
Kiche nearly choked when he heard that question. But what was he supposed to expect from these dirty heathens? What did they know of God and his almighty powers? Nothing. A sneer contorted his lips, a facial expression that was both new and awkward for him. While her voice was soft and gentle, Kiche would not be fooled. She was unclean and vile and rotten, and it was just more lies that she spewed from her mouth. She was only sorry now that she was hurt, only sorry since her plan to capture him and eat him and steal his soul had gone all wrong. And as for the bull about wanting to talk to him, Kiche's sneer only deepened.
"What could I possibly have to say to a savage like you?" Seeing as she was hurt, Kiche figured that as long as he didn't look her in the eye, she would pose no threat to him. Unless she tried to put a spell on him like the other one had. How had that gone again? "Ayeee aaaahmmmmmararrsh," He'd have to remember that, just in case it was used on him again. As far as he knew about how it worked, though, he remembered only going into a blind rage afterwards. He thus concluded it was a spell to make the victims angry and fights. How obscene. Kiche glared down at the girl, disgust bubbling in his churning stomach. He felt like he was going to be sick again. And he was.
All over her face. (He appeared to be making a habit out of this.)</blockquote>