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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 3:05:37 GMT
The wolf held his ground, growling loudly and baring his fangs. He tried to snap at his master’s hand, but his balance was off since he was only on all three’s, and he missed his target. Deniz wriggled, trying to loosen Fino’s grip of him, but the hooked points held fast and he wasn’t fond of adding talon marks to his list of today’s injuries. He tried not to panic, but even being grabbed by the scruff was too close to his neck, which in turn reminded him of what he had endured not so long ago. At his master’s threat, he growled lowly, ears flattened, his tail partly tucking between his legs. It seemed like the Satellite was going to give in and return to human form, until a breeze blew in carrying a scent that sent a chill down his spine. Suddenly shifting back into human form, Deniz pushed his master out from such an exposed view before he tackled Fino to the ground, and pinned the larger Were underneath him. “Do you have any enemies from Elector? Is there any reason why a weresnake would be here?” Speaking was agony, each word brought a fresh slice of pain and he wasn’t completely certain whether or not he was imagining the taste of blood. His dark gaze searched his master’s urgently, before darting around their surroundings for signs of movement. Not that he expected to see any. The weresnakes themselves could move like ghosts if they were skilled enough, but he was certain it was one of their scents he had caught. Yes, many other Weres could be used as assassins, but being that the weresnakes were the most notorious of them all the instructors had made certain the Satellites could identify their scent.
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Post by Niitari on Oct 24, 2014 4:00:23 GMT
He glared down his Satellite's pathetic attempts at resistance, then let himself calm down a little seeing as Deniz was complying for all of a few minutes. But that thought was short lived as the were suddenly leaped and knocked him flat on his back. In his shock, he shifted partially, now bearing hawk eyes, wings, talons, and feathers on his arms and neck. For fuck's sake! Can't I have a moment of time alone to fuckin train my Satellite here? He spat out a mouthful of dirt and wriggled out from under his Satellite so he could breathe easier. "I don't know.." he growled, then it sort of hit him. They know... oh spirits, they found me out... His eyes suddenly widened, pupils contracting from fear, and he seemed to have lost all the color from his face. They sent the snakes to stop me. He scrambled to his feet and pulled Deniz up with him. "We have to go," he said, cursing himself inwardly for the bad luck. He'd just beaten his Satellite, and now they decided to show up. Just great.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2014 4:17:16 GMT
Deniz frowned seeing his master’s partially transformation, and he didn’t have time to apologize for the sudden action when he was distracted by the fear he saw in Fino’s eyes. What wasn’t the werehawk telling him? Opening his mouth to speak, he yelped when he was jerked up to his feet, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. Hastily, the Satellite moved forwards again, and pushed his master behind a tree. “Where are we going to go?” Deniz glanced up at Fino, hand on his master’s upper arm to keep the werehawk hidden behind the tree until they’ve thought out their next course of action. “We can’t go back to the house. I don’t know how many there are, but someone’s probably got their eye on it.” His frown deepened as he peered around the tree slowly. Would they be able to outrun the weresnakes? That depended on whether or not these assassins had a vehicle of some sort. “You could fly away,” he finally spoke up. Even that was a risk, being that it was likely the werehawk would be shot out of the sky, but if they were going to run Deniz knew he would end up slowly down his master’s escape.
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Post by Niitari on Oct 24, 2014 5:02:48 GMT
Fino scoffed. "The house isn't even an option," he snapped, keeping his voice low so as not to be overheard. "We need to head to the town. If there are people around, they probably won't compromise themselves in the open." He flexed his taloned fingers in agitation. Why now? Why now? WHY NOW? He was weaponless, and if he shifted into a hawk, the best he could do would be to fly for a while, but like Deniz, he thought of the possibility of being shot down like a mallard in duck hunting season. Perhaps he could split up with Deniz. They would not go after the Satellite. Even if Deniz knew his secrets, they would be useless. No one would listen to him anyway. He was a freshly bought Satellite with little skill and no experience. Still, they may kill him just for spite, or to just get one loose end tied up. He frowned and rounded on him. "You need to shift into a wolf. You'll be faster that way. I can fly above you, and you can run on the ground. If we stay in the trees, we should be protected."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2014 4:27:53 GMT
The Satellite looked down and away when he was snapped at. Sometimes he forgot that his master wasn’t the typical sort of masters. Fino had experience with fighting, and he really shouldn’t have been surprised that the werehawk had this sort of experience as well. He glanced up at his master briefly, hands clenching into fists while his brow furrowed, though he quickly looked away and scanned their surroundings again. Would his master ever completely tell him about his past? Would the werehawk ever see him as worthy enough to be trusted or would he always be the useless, parasite Fino said he was? On the other hand, all it took was an order from his master to get him tell the werehawk anything he wanted to know. Deniz glanced up at Fino at the orders he was given, frowning slightly. No, he wouldn’t be faster in wolf form when he’d be struggling to run with three legs. The Satellite wasn’t about to bring that up to his master though. He’d rather avoid being called more degrading things if he could avoid it. He’d try in wolf form at first, and if that wasn’t good enough he’d have to run in human form. “Yes, master,” he replied simply. As long as Fino was up in the air and flying away from their current position, Deniz didn’t really care what happened to him. He would have preferred to go and take down these threats himself instead of running away from them, but he knew how unwise it would be to face these weres and that he would probably be killed before he could manage to land a blow on them. The Satellite was down on the ground, in wolf form within seconds. He sniffed the air, trying to pin point whether the weresnake had remained where he had smelt them, or if they changed their position.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 5, 2014 4:53:37 GMT
Fino changed into a hawk, taking to the air the moment he had wings. He stayed below the treetops briefly, using his superior vision to pinpoint movement. He thought he saw something on the forest floor, but when he zeroed in, whatever had been there was now gone. Clicking his beak, he flapped his wings, kicking air underneath him to get above the treetops. Once in the clear sky, he took in a deep breath and looked around him. Nothing. So far. Who knew where that bloody assassin was hiding. He had no idea what he was dealing with. Deniz had caught scent of snake, but he did not seem to know what type of snake. That could have been useful. Pity. Fino dipped a wing and turned about, heading back the way he had come toward the house, just briefly. He kept his eyes on the forest below him, skimming the treetops just barely, peering through foliage and branches. Then he saw something. he swiveled his head and dipped his other wing, making another, tight spiral to back around on his track. Just below, in human form, a man, or what he guessed was a man, was standing behind a cluster of trees, wearing a blood red hoodie and whitewashed jeans. Fino guessed he was the leader of them, for the man seemed watchful but otherwise perfectly content to remain where he was. With deadly silence, Fino tucked his wings and dropped below the tree line to cling to a thick branch behind the man's head. He would wait here then. If the man would turn into a snake, Fino could kill him. Just one swift shot and his talons would wrap around the snakes throat. He could even bite the head off if the snake was small enough. The man seemed not to notice him, just standing there staring at the forest.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 0:42:59 GMT
The Satellite waited for his master to change and fly away before he decided it was time to get moving too. He started off at a slow walk, trying to get used to the balance of only having three legs, and a tail. As he increased his pace he tripped more than a few times. He growled to himself, got back up onto his paws and continued on. Where had his master gone off to? He slowed down, before he came to a halt. His ears flickered and his nose twitched. There wasn’t a hawk near him. Not above him, behind him, not anywhere around him. Deniz’s ears pinned back momentarily as fear begun to creep in. What if the weresnakes had already gotten to Fino? Would he be the first Satellite that had let their master die within their first week of being bought? He let himself dwell on such horrors for a few moments longer before he shook his head. No. He was going to go and find his master. Fino couldn’t be dead yet. He refused to believe it.
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Post by Niitari on Dec 9, 2014 23:41:38 GMT
The man stayed where he was, and Fino had half a mind to just forget about it. His poor Satellite was probably wandering aimless and confused as Fino had pretty much abandoned him to his fate. Not to mention, the boy was down to three legs. He cursed silently to himself, and swiveled his head around, looking for other signs of movement or where the other people might be. In this form, he could not exactly smell very well, and not for the last time, he wished he had a dog's nose. Still, his eyesight was sharp. He could figure out some movements in the trees further away, but they were so quick he had issue keeping track. He looked back at the supposed leader and glared. Just as he was about to spread his wings and take to the air, a new face came over. Some big, grizzled man wearing combat gear reminisce of future soldiers in a sci fi film. Fino settled back down and watched quietly. They talked animatedly for some time, then the large man shifted into a hulking rhino and trundled off. If he was human, Fino would be raising an eyebrow at the scene. A wererhino? With weresnakes? They weren't here for him then. They weren't ordinary assassins. This was some other kind of job, one that obviously required someone else's presence. Any other sort of hit would just be weresnakes. Maybe Fino would expect another werehawk to be hanging around. This sight disturbed him. If they were not here because of, well, the only reason he could think of, then why? He suddenly feared for his Satellite.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 1:55:06 GMT
The black and white wolf sniffed the air. Shaking his head and he looked up to the sky. Still no hawk. Licking at his fore leg, he shifted forms. Standing, he rubbed his arm. At least he would be able to move faster now. Better than going around with three legs and tripping nearly every other paw step. He could find his master now, get Fino away. Hadn't the plan been for them to stick together? He stayed on the ground, Fino took to the sky…and they were supposed to leave. Together. Turning around he walked back the way he came. His eyes scanned the area around him, his gaze darting to the little movements he saw. He often hid behind a tree or under a bush. He sat at the base of a tree, shoulders shaking, head pounding. Normally he would be able to walk, even run, for hours before he started to grow tired. His recent beating didn't help. It was quiet here....peaceful. His eyes started to fluttered shut, and he jerked into wakefulness a few times, but still the calm seeped over again. Was he really as weak as his master thought he was? He was tired and hurt, it would be easy to sleep here. That's what the weresnakes would have wanted, wasn't it? A growl rumbled in his chest, clenched his jaw, he braced his good arm against the tree and pushed himself up.
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Post by Niitari on Dec 18, 2014 3:16:16 GMT
Fino was not as hidden as he would have liked, as it turned out. He heard the rush of wings near him, and when he swiveled his head to look, a massive weight of feathers and bone and muscle came down upon him. He let out the barest of grunts as he was carelessly unbalanced and sent plummeting to the forest floor. The weight on top of him was a massive grey owl, and his assailant pinned his wing down with a clawed foot and pecked at his face. Fino struggled and slammed his free wing against the owl’s face. But in a moment, the others had been alerted, and human hands grabbed his wings, his neck, his tail. He pecked and bit and clawed till he tasted and saw blood. Some of them loosened their grips, and he wiggled enough to get a spark of hope, till they were on him again and the moment was gone. With a sharp screech, he suddenly forced himself into a change. Their grips were forced apart and he pried himself from them with the sheer strength of muscle and bone and skin growing and morphing where it first was weak and hollow. A sharp pain filled his side and turned to an incessant, incredible stabbing that would not let. He had to have a busted rib. Had to. When he finished the transformation, he was set upon by the human ones, and they all began fighting together with mixed martial arts, boxing, and a whole lot of anger and desperation.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 3:37:01 GMT
How did he continue to push himself? Deniz didn’t know. Even as he walked his eyes continued to flutter and threaten to shut. Then his eye lids refused to co-operate and they finally did, causing him to trip and fall to the forest floor. He was dimly aware of his body changing, the shift itself seemed familiar. He tried to stop it, remain human as he tried to get up to his feet. Smooth black skin overtook his human flesh. His hands and feet turned into paws, and while a dorsal fin grew out of his back. Still he remained on the floor once he was done changing into his cross form. But then he heard the sharp screech, and a tingling pain on his side. Snarling, got up onto his paws and limped as fast as he could in the direction he heard the fight. Who dared hurt his master? Leaping into the open, he eyed those near the werehawk. Letting out a growl, he charged before he stumbled into the group. His fangs latched onto a muscular leg, while he kicked out with his paws and claws, before whipping his tail like a club.
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Post by Niitari on Dec 18, 2014 4:04:31 GMT
Fino had clobbered a few of them, and he had taken quite a few blows himself. None were invincible. They were evenly matched. And that was how he knew these were certainly not the famed assassins of Elector, the pride and beauty of the Nagasharoh. Though one or two may be weresnakes in the bunch, these were otherwise hardened and well trained mercenaries of a type. Perhaps they had a single master of a sort or not, but no matter. At least they were not here because of… well… that. There was only the slightest bit of relief afforded Fino at this realization. Even as he barely missed a slash from a knife, he was not as worried. Yet a nagging thought tickled his brain: who and why? Who were they? Why were they here? What could they possibly want with him? Someone sent them. There had to be a purpose behind this, and not one he could recall. If they knew anything of Fino’s past, they would have sent true assassin. As stated, these were not it. So someone wanted him dead for other reasons, and none of these reasons could be recalled. He had done nothing out of the ordinary or to draw attention to himself. Maybe, and this was grasping at straws, but maybe they had him mistaken for someone else..?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 4:21:12 GMT
Deniz did not take the time to think much over who these fighters were, or the reason why they were there and fighting them. He and his master were being attacked by them and that’s what had to be dealt with first. Getting up to his paws, he pushed and made his way to his master. He growled, snarled and bit at anyone that came too close. The Satellite had started to notice that these couldn’t be the assassins. No assassin he heard of would be fighting their target like this, at least not that he knew of. Perhaps this was what assassins did when they were close to getting caught? But revealing themselves completely still didn’t seem like something they would do.
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Post by Niitari on Dec 18, 2014 4:42:24 GMT
Some of the assassins, or whatever they were, turned on Deniz soon as he was close enough to be spotted. Fino barely saw him from the corner of his eye, refusing to break concentration for fear he would go down for the count. He threw someone over his shoulder into a tree with the speed of a bullet and about as much grace as a rhinoceros. But who could blame him? He was fighting for his life. At least it felt so. He had the uncanny feeling they wanted to kill him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 4:49:44 GMT
The adrenaline that had kicked in when Deniz heard his master’s screech was starting to wear off. He was slowing down. Taking and dodging too many blows instead of being the one to attack others. Then someone grabbed a hold of his tale. He snapped, trying to bite at whoever it was that was pinning him down. However another fighter came and leaped onto him, sending a blow to the back of his head. Whining, he fell to the ground. He didn’t have a chance to get back up. The weight on his back told him there was at least one man sitting on him.
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