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Post by inugamipuppy on Feb 27, 2014 21:04:10 GMT
Inugami awoke slowly to the sounds of a fire cracking and roars of drunken laughter. Her entire body ached, protesting her trying to sit up. The pain was no surprise, the battle had been fierce but the beast-men overwhelmed them easily. Now sitting up she inspected her body and the area trying to get her bearings. Her body, though still sore, was patched up with some rough cloths and oils.
"Better than nothing" Inugami though to her self. The beast-men has put a collar on her, attaching her to the center post of the camp. She had her own small fire while the camp of beast-men were off drinking at a fire pit off to the side. The length of the leash was just long enough to walk the perimeter of the "center square" of camp, with the exception on a small tent she could reach no place at the camp.
Crawling, not having strength to do much else, Inugami made her way to what she presumed to be "her tent". Inside there was a small scrap of fabric which was most likely the beast-man’s form of a blanket or some form of covering. The only thing else in the tent was a small bowl of meat and another small bowl of water. Hearing her stomach growl in response, she realized how hungry she actually was. Crawling inside the tent, Inugami snatched up the bowl of meat then drank all the water leaving nothing in the bowls. Feeling more alert, she reevaluated her situation.
Inugami though, "The beast-men may have only wanted mead and women, but putting me in a collar was the wrong way to get it. Even if I could get out of my restrains, I can't outrun or take them all out by my self. It looks like they want to keep me alive....but for who knows what? I can only hope Scarecrow and the rest of our company come to help soon. If I have anymore collars or retrains put on me, I fear I will lose my sanity."
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Feb 28, 2014 5:14:37 GMT
"Smells like we's got some fresh meat in the center of camp." A short, burly Gor hobbled his way into the area the beastmen had claimed as theirs. He had a bleeding wound gaping at his fellows from the back of one leg. A mutt they kep in camp came over to sniff at the wound and the Gor kicked it viciously away, the hoof of the Gor making a sick noise in the flesh of the dog.
"So what'd your party bring us back to play with then?" The filthy Gor smiled, his rotten teeth overshadowed the stench eminating from his pelt. The bloody mace he had been carrying was tossed to one side cassually. He cackled when it landed on another causing them pain.
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Post by Limvordîr on Feb 28, 2014 5:30:33 GMT
" 'ey, warch it!" Growled the unsuspecting Gor, running his head. "And who's ta say she's fer you? That ya get a piece o' 'er?"
Another Gor shoved his way through the small gathering. "Who grabbed 'er in the first place? That wasn't parta the plan. Or... was it? I don't remember."
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Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Feb 28, 2014 5:51:00 GMT
"SILENCE BOTH OF YOU STINKING DUNGRATS!" came the roar of a Gor who stood approximately seven feet tall, his muscular frame riddled with scars, and was woaded in what appeared to be blood.
His head, which resembled a goat with a fanged mouth, was also adorned with various charms of crude making, some bone, others beads and corded hair, all stained in blood. They hung from strands of his matted fur, and also from one of his four horns, two curling as a rams'. His yellow eyes looked menacingly at the curious-looking humanoid, and then kicked her aside with one of his massive cloven legs.
He turned towards the others, and raising a menacing-looking notched axe, roared aloud "THESE SO-CALLED 'CIVILIZED' RACES HAVE TAKEN WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY OURS! THEY MAKE US LOOK WEAK WHEN THEY STOPPED OUR ARMIES, BUT WE SHALL BE FEARED ONCE AGAIN, AND THE HORDE WILL RUN WILD ONCE MORE. THESE LANDS WILL BURN WITH OUR HATRED, AND ALL THOSE WITHIN IT!!!"
He then produced a primordial roar like no other had heard in these lands for some time, shaking a few trees with his mighty voice.
While most cheered and roared in agreement, clanking weapons on tree, shield, and ground, the beastman hunched down slightly until he was within Puppy's level. "And soon, you will be our sacrifice for us to consume. I will savor ripping the flesh off your carcass and crunching through the bones for your marrow…" he told her sadistically, licking his tongue across his maw, the bile and spit dripping eagerly from it.
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Post by inugamipuppy on Feb 28, 2014 18:52:56 GMT
Puppy stared back into the beastman's eyes as he spoke. "you...you might find taking a bite out of me might be more than you can chew." She tried to let out a low growl, but all that came out was a wimper.
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Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Feb 28, 2014 21:18:46 GMT
He laughed raucously. "When we are done with your remains, we will then slaughter your friends and loved ones. I am sure they also will taste delicious."
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Post by scarecrow on Mar 2, 2014 15:11:55 GMT
"Now,now commander, you shouldn't put a fright in the mutt. She's no use to us if she's lost all hope of rescue, that emotion is a crucial part of the ritual. So long as there is a flicker of hope, all should be in our favor, but if that flicker goes out, we will need to start at square one again." came the voice of an old shaman. His face was dyed with white paint that form ritualistic markings, with bones hanging out of his hair. "But I agree, I can't wait to feast on her flesh!" He murmured with a crazed look in his eyes.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Mar 3, 2014 23:51:54 GMT
The short Gor grunted in agreement, and edged closer to the captive. Maybe he could just take a small bite...
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Mar 4, 2014 0:39:11 GMT
A rather large Gor shoved his way through the horde surrounding Puppy. The creature stood eight feet tall, the head of a ram attached to the torso of a man, which in turn was attached to the torso of a horse, he was a Gor Warlord, Leader of the beastman war party ravaging these lands. The vile creature flung the smaller creatures from his path, steam blasting from his snout as he breathed. 'The whore dog is mine!!', he roared. his four cloven hooves stopping inches from the scared creature. 'This thing is mine until the shaman ready their rituals! Any of you filthy mongrols touch her, and I will crush your skull under my hoof!'. The Warlord knelt and wrapped his hands around her hind leg, dragging her deeper into the forest as the Gor closed around him to follow.
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Post by Fianna Dragonfly on Mar 4, 2014 1:40:29 GMT
The small Gor roared with excitement as he followed the Warlord. The pitiful creature was nothing next to their might!
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Post by inugamipuppy on Mar 4, 2014 19:17:17 GMT
"Let go of my leg!" Puppy finding her voice out of no where. "...If you need to move me someplace, I can walk on my own. I don't need to be dragged anywhere."
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Post by Lord Ainvar Hrothgarsson on Mar 4, 2014 21:27:19 GMT
The Gor Warlord glanced back and laughed as he dragged her deeper into the forest, 'The she-bitch speaks! Good, the sound of pain will please me as I torture you!!'.
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