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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2016 9:52 pm
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Even now, months after arriving at Amity, Brute found a good many things very confusing. For instance, this strange object and a figure huddled beneath it on the ground, in a place where he had never encountered such a thing before. He had stared at it for a time from quite a distance, stretching up and standing on his dino-like toes, nostrils flaring as he took in deep breaths of the air and huffed them out again as he attempted to catch it's scent, only to pace slightly closer and begin the ritual anew. The closer he got, the better he could see and smell what it was he was dealing with, but the less he felt he actually understood why it was there in the first place.
Finally, as he stalked nearer, his head bobbing low and tilting to the side to get a better look, there came a hiss. Instinctively, he reacted with half a step back, in case whatever it was lunged at him, his arms curling in towards his chest. The sound had startled him, but it was only a second before he was backtracking with a shake of his head, a glare, a stomp of his foot as he quite deliberately stepped in front of the thing again, and a loud hiss of his own in reply.
Take that, strange object with strange thing beneath it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 8:12 am
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The thing wasn't going away. It almost did, but then it didn't. In fact, it was stomping at her now, and hissing right back at her! It was startling, and Em briefly curled in on herself, making her little umbrella hideaway a little smaller to the ground. This was clearly a display of aggression, meant to try and take over her immediate territory. It couldn't be allowed to happen!
She pushed the umbrella up a little higher, trying to make herself and her spot seem bigger and more intimidating…without actually standing up. Her hissing got louder, trying to out-noise the potential threat.
"This is my spot!" She hissed out, immediately after her first hiss faded.
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2016 10:03 pm
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Whatever it was moved, almost like a flinch, and Brute felt emboldened. He stopped hissing, his lips quirking up into a pleased smirk, but that smirk quickly faded when whatever it was began to make itself look larger, and the brute wyvern braced himself for what he thought was going to be an attack.
But the attack never came. Instead, it just hissed louder than it had been before, and then, quite suddenly, there were words as well, and finally Brute came to understand that this creature thing was defending what it considered to be it's territory.
Unfortunately, what was somebody else's, Brute felt a strong urge to procure for himself.
There was no hiss this time, as hissing, he decided, was for weenies. Instead, he let out a growl, and shouted in response with another stomp of his foot. "I am Brute!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 4:29 pm
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Hissing, unfortunately, was all she had at her disposal. Growling was not inherently something she could do, nor was it something she was used to; thus, when he growled at her, it legitimately did throw her off guard. It was a predator noise. But she was a predator! It just didn't add up.
The umbrella flared again, but this time, it was because Em was rushing to stand. She stood as tall as she could make herself, and held her umbrella high enough to add a few inches to the top of her head. Her dark skin rippled with the glowing blue of her bioluminescence as she continued to try to make herself look as imposing as she could muster.
"I am Em! She yelled back, because she could only guess that yelling one's name was the way to do things up here. She was also assuming that 'Brute' was his name, but that only made sense under the circumstances. "- and this is MY SPOT!"
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2016 9:38 am
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Brute, in his head, was not just a predator. He was the predator. Apex. Top of the very topmost food chain. Everything was considered something he could eat. Everything.
The thing on the ground stood, rising higher, and this time Brute did have to take a step back lest he be smacked in the face by what he now recognized as just an object the thing beneath it was holding, not an actual part of her body. Still, she was obviously trying to make herself bigger than him, likely an attempt at intimidation.
Two could play this game.
"I am Brute!" He yelled again, trying to be louder than he was the first time.
Then, without further ado, he discarded his skull pin and let himself change into his natural form, his clothing going wherever they did when things like this happened in such an impromptu manner (probably torn apart and sent in shredded bits to the ground as he expanded rapidly). In the place of the green haired boil, there now stood a creature about the size of a 14 passenger mini bus.
He stood there, chest heaving with each breath, a loud snort escaping his nostrils. before his head darted down, and he attempted to snap up top of the umbrella with his teeth.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2016 7:26 pm
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Aha! Now that the umbrella was lifted, he could spy his competition much more clearly. Not that he still had any idea what it even was. Boil, ghoul, neither? Monster, demon? Not a clue. Inferior. Yes that sounded most fitting. It was simply The Inferior.
His swelling elation at what he now considered to be his victory was quickly diminished when The Inferior actually somehow fought back. There was a moment when things were fine, and then, things just were not fine anymore, as the umbrella was forcefully jarred against, and then, between two of his teeth, lodging it uncomfortably in place. Immediately he began to salivate, large droplets streaming from his maw and hitting the ground (and possibly The Inferior) below.
Backing up, Brute began snapping his teeth and shaking his head, while outraged growls tore from his throat.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 1:42 pm
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Teeth continued to gnash and a large head continued to shake as Brute attempted, with little result, to dislodge the umbrella from his teeth. Small arms waved comically as he tried to reach it, having gotten used to his student form, and hands that could actually touch his own face, and even extend high above his head. Now, however, there was no chance.
More steps back were taken, the ground shaking with every stomp of his feet as he growled and howled his disgust at his situation. After a moment, he stopped, and balanced on one back foot, while the other came up and pushed forward against his face along his jaw, attempting to get rid of the umbrella that way.
And that's when he noticed the feet slapping. A loud snort was given, and one red eye swiveled and focused on his umbrella wielding assailant, The Inferior.
His foot came down, and he turned slowly towards her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 2:58 pm
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He was distracted, which worked out best for her. She was making a clumsy escape plan in her head, trying very hard to think of the the closest, safest place. The dorms, or the nearby pond. In that moment, she couldn't remember which was actually closest, and how to get to either of those places. It was hard for her to do the multi-tasking required for both active thinking and careful sneaking, and it made her progress slow.
Then, suddenly, it was quiet. Very, strangely quiet.
Em turned to look over her shoulder at the so-called Brute, her circular eyes wide behind her heavily tinted goggles. She stood there, still as a stone, for those few heavy seconds he took to turn towards her -
Then she ran. Her webbed claws slapped against the ground, each step clumsy as her legs, unused to being there at all never mind the co-ordination it took to move both limbs separately, struggled to take her far away from the Red-Eyed Menace.
She didn't get very far, before a slight inclination in the ground tripped her up, sending her sprawling to the ground in a flurry of awkward limbs and some very strange noises that were as polite as they were quiet. Which was, under the circumstances, 'not very'.
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Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2016 2:15 pm
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He was about to give chase when the web-footed umbrella-wielding weirdo began to awkwardly waddle-run away from him. He had only just managed to take two ground shaking, heavy steps, however, when she tripped, sprawling in a tangle of limbs to the ground, the sounds she was making cringe-worthy.
But he didn't actually cringe. Instead, he grinned an incredibly toothy grin, and began letting out short, abrupt, barking like sounds from deep within his chest, a strange occurrence, indeed.
Until, of course, one realized that he was actually laughing.
Giving his head a sweeping shake of dismissal from side to side, he sat down with a heavy thud to the ground, and began using his back claws to try and pull the umbrella out of his teeth once more, all while keeping an eye on the squawking pile of failure (in his head) that lay on the ground not all that far away.
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