[Log] Week 2, Day 2
Who: Inuzuka Kiba (livesbyinstinct ) and Abel (mindwiped )
Status: Active/Closed
Style: Action
Where: Hisato; Near the Shrine
When: Week 2, Day 2; during the start of the first wave.
Rating: Standard PG-13
Warnings: A French Man. Demons. Possible fighting. That sort of thing.
[Akamaru runs, sprinting through Hisato's lush territory at breakneck speed with Kiba seated on his customary spot atop the dog's back. Kiba's nose feels like it's on fire. If malevolence had a smell, this would be what it'd smell like. A mix of harsh energy coalescing and forming into something that's almost acidic in smell. It's various toxins, fire, ash, and shadow rolled up into one, and it smells like something akin to a rotting body, but harsher. Death. And there's a lot of it, and the smell is only drawing closer. There are so many differing scents within the great whole, that Kiba can't even tell how many make up the swarm, he just knows there are enough for anyone to be concerned. Though Kiba isn't concerned in the way most people would be.
There is no fear here. He knows he can fight. Isn't afraid of fighting. Isn't afraid of losing because he knows (even if he's wrong) that he won't lose. There's a scattered amount around Hisato now, he's run into a few, but they are sparse, growing in mass and number, but easily dispatched. These little things don't scare him. He's only concerned that there are so damn many. Even he knows he can't take on hundreds at one time. He's cocky, but not totally stupid. He knows this mass is bad.
They are racing towards the Hisato village, staying along this particular bit of terrain because it smells cleaner, less disturbed. There are no enemies here save a few wandering cowards that should no better than to attack, unless they enjoy being torn to pieces. He knows with a sort of familarity he's near the shrine he has seen a few times before in he and Akamaru's explorations of this odd world. And it's not long before they catch the scent of something that definitely does not belong to the marching horde. This is human, there is no mistaking it. And Kiba's not about to leave it alone. The person needs to be warned, though he doesn't give a damn what the man--it is male, he can tell--does after that. It's his own damn business.
Akamaru doesn't even need urging. He adjusts his course automatically towards the new not-death smell. He whines, barking as he barrels through terrain and bush. The scent is like a beacon, and they follow it until they can make out a figure of a man--a Goliath of a man--near the shrine. Akamaru barks and slows, and Kiba moves with it, alighting off the dog's back for a moment as the canine finally comes to a stop.
Kiba stares for a few seconds, watching him before speaking in a gruff matter-of-fact tone. It's bereft of fear, but serious and to the point.] I wouldn't be staying here, if I were you.
Status: Active/Closed
Style: Action
Where: Hisato; Near the Shrine
When: Week 2, Day 2; during the start of the first wave.
Rating: Standard PG-13
Warnings: A French Man. Demons. Possible fighting. That sort of thing.
[Akamaru runs, sprinting through Hisato's lush territory at breakneck speed with Kiba seated on his customary spot atop the dog's back. Kiba's nose feels like it's on fire. If malevolence had a smell, this would be what it'd smell like. A mix of harsh energy coalescing and forming into something that's almost acidic in smell. It's various toxins, fire, ash, and shadow rolled up into one, and it smells like something akin to a rotting body, but harsher. Death. And there's a lot of it, and the smell is only drawing closer. There are so many differing scents within the great whole, that Kiba can't even tell how many make up the swarm, he just knows there are enough for anyone to be concerned. Though Kiba isn't concerned in the way most people would be.
There is no fear here. He knows he can fight. Isn't afraid of fighting. Isn't afraid of losing because he knows (even if he's wrong) that he won't lose. There's a scattered amount around Hisato now, he's run into a few, but they are sparse, growing in mass and number, but easily dispatched. These little things don't scare him. He's only concerned that there are so damn many. Even he knows he can't take on hundreds at one time. He's cocky, but not totally stupid. He knows this mass is bad.
They are racing towards the Hisato village, staying along this particular bit of terrain because it smells cleaner, less disturbed. There are no enemies here save a few wandering cowards that should no better than to attack, unless they enjoy being torn to pieces. He knows with a sort of familarity he's near the shrine he has seen a few times before in he and Akamaru's explorations of this odd world. And it's not long before they catch the scent of something that definitely does not belong to the marching horde. This is human, there is no mistaking it. And Kiba's not about to leave it alone. The person needs to be warned, though he doesn't give a damn what the man--it is male, he can tell--does after that. It's his own damn business.
Akamaru doesn't even need urging. He adjusts his course automatically towards the new not-death smell. He whines, barking as he barrels through terrain and bush. The scent is like a beacon, and they follow it until they can make out a figure of a man--a Goliath of a man--near the shrine. Akamaru barks and slows, and Kiba moves with it, alighting off the dog's back for a moment as the canine finally comes to a stop.
Kiba stares for a few seconds, watching him before speaking in a gruff matter-of-fact tone. It's bereft of fear, but serious and to the point.] I wouldn't be staying here, if I were you.