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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 5:08:56 GMT
Fire. It means a lot to a pony from Sleetspire. Warmth, home, food and shelter. Even here in the woods it was the same. To hear the crackling of wood was a calming sound that can bring a long day to it’s end and for Dusy, it was a most welcome one. A weeks worth of Travel has lead him a good ways from his home and into Tulgey Woods. He can’t say how far in he has got. In all his travels here, he never got past it. He needed a guide for that and that meant asking an Elf or something… And He’d rather be lost then ask one of THEM for help.
So, Dust pokes his fire and watches it as the last of the sun is eaten up by the earth. “Alone… Why did I go alone? Oh ya. Cowards!” He shouts to in to the winds in the vain hope it will carry it back to his home. His pack dares not leave the snow of their home. The woods here put fear into them. Useless pups. “Better off alone. whats this lot of woods got that can stop me? Elf's? Ha!” He bits into charred food. “EAK! OK, I do miss my cook… I need to stop talking to myself… Now… I am not am I? No wonder they think I am insane.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 5:55:04 GMT
In the darkness of the woods though, something rustled the leaves of the underbrush, and there was the flash of a pair of eyes. Something was definitely watching Dusty, and whatever it was-it let out a low growl before with a sudden screech, burst out of the underbrush. It looked like some weird cross between wolf and raven, the creature swooping towards the thief and snatching at his hat. but thankfully not managing to get a hold of it. The creature landed up on a high branch before launching itself at Dusty again for another attack, however the second time it swooped down, something else tackled it. It was a pony- a grey pony with navy blue hair wearing a brown coat and hat, it stomped and kicked at the wolf-raven and drove it off. The pony, Wesley was his name, stood there snorting and scraping the ground before turning his hazel eyes to Dusty. "It's dangerous 'round these woods… what're you doin' out here-?" the stranger asked with a sneer-revealing he had fangs. And his hazel eyes had slitted pupils.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 6:06:46 GMT
Fire peeks over the log he was now cowering behind. his eyes falls on the… Pony? No, he has fangs… What has Fangs… “horse apples! I can ask the same of you Fang muzzle. And ah bloody know it’s not safe! Ya think I am out here to go camping?” He shouts from his cover. so, he was provoking what may be a vampire. Going to be one of them days… “I am heading south. At least trying. Not my first go at this. Most far I have got is this time. I mean no harm to you, and if this is your turf, I will bugger off here and now.”
That’s better. Lets not anger him. At least I am not talking out loud to myself. “If I was, he’d think I was nuts. Am am talking out loud ain't ah? Now he will think I am nuts, good show! Why don’t you just go on a rant…” He blinks and slams his head in to the log.
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 6:12:16 GMT
The pony stared at Dusty when he devolved into talking to himself before rolling his slitted eyes and shaking his head. He approached Dusty, gazing at him through the fire. "This ain't my turf. I'm a hunter of sorts… An' it's my job to make sure nopony gets hurt when what I'm hunting's around fixin' to eat them. The name's Wesley." he explained. What he hunted though… upon closer inspection he did have a belt around his waist. And it had what looked like wooden stakes and bottles of water. He couldn't possibly mean he HUNTED vamponies, could he-? But he also had those fangs.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 6:24:40 GMT
Dusty pulls his head back up and looks him over. “Well, ah feel ah’m not in that list. worst ah can do is fail to do magic… Use less horn. Don’t even know why ah got it… So, um. Need a camp? You can rest here.” He offers as he gets up and sits down on the log. “not much of a camp, ah know, but. Hay. Fire. And some moss to sleep on too! you can have it, Ah’m fine sleeping on some dirt. Use to it. Names Dusty S Hooves, but some call me the hound.” He did not feel safe with his odd ball here… But, if he plays his cards, he may have someone that can help him get out of the woods... Hold on, if he is hunting.
“Um, ya be a hunter… so…” He looks over his back. “Why ya be here? Is… Whatever ya be looking for close?” He says with a nervous shifting of his legs. “Only one thing ya need… that for.” He nods to the stakes. “with hunting.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 7:12:31 GMT
Wesley found a comfortable spot to sit by the fire, side-glancing at Dusty, noting the other's nervousness around him. It was kind of funny, but he also knew if the other was a vampony or something similar-he should have a reason to be nervous around ol' Wesley. "I hunt vamponies. Bloodsuckers. You know-?" here he grinned, unhooking a stake from his belt, "And you bet your flank what I'm huntin' is close… those varmints love hidin' out in the woods-! In fact they say they have a whole hotel dedicated to their unholy kind-!" he hissed the last bit, dramatically staking the ground. "Of course... I also hunt them roanwolves." Wesley added with a casual shrug.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 7:24:48 GMT
Dusty had one eyebrow pull up. “An hotel? Ya got to be joking? How can a bunch of em blood drinkers even get along that long? Far as ah know they got no real alphas. Every one for his self or something. At least that's what ah know. We don’t take good to them back home.” He says as he tosses a log on to the fire, he heard the last thing Wesley said but wished to… pass it over. Best not pull it up at all. “Never meet a hunter of them. But ah’m glad to have done so. Brings me some joy they have to look over their backs too.”
Dust sits up and grins. A small part of him was glad his food fell in the fire after that Raven…. Thing came at him. Only thing that may have let this hunter on to him. but, he sounds like he is after Vampires the most. so, play it low, and he will never know. “Ah’m… A traveler. And a seller of wares. I get my hoofs on goods most can’t. It’s risky, but the pay is good. but, this is why I head this way. To go east and good goods from it before I go back home.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 7:38:16 GMT
"You'd be surprised how organized they can be with the proper motivation…" Wesley replied, passing a bottle of-what was no doubt Holy Water from one hoof to the other idly. "Alpha… you sound like you know a bit 'bout roanwolves, friend." Uh oh. Wesley sounded like he might be becoming suspicious. "What exactly do you have for sale right now by the way-? I got a few bits…" he changed the subject, setting down his holy water, but his slitted pupils narrowed and he eyed Dusty like he was guilty of something.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 7:53:25 GMT
Dusty shifts his weight down from one side to another as he thinks. “Ah know a thing or two, just they work in wolf packs. Ya got the big boss, most of the time it’s a male, but if a female kicks flank, she can be boss too. but really, they work like wolf packs. Just more smart. Some times. Some of em just kill and kill, then go back to being a clueless pony.” He looks up. “now, what ah got to sale? Well, not too much now. Shame, but this was a trip to get things. but… Lets see….” His ears flop up and down as he pulls a bag over and digs in to it.
“Some rings, a nice dagger, some gems and silver ware.” He grins at the last part as he pulls out small item covered in cloth, and gently on covers it to let out a dozen small silver spoons and forks. “Keep them covered so they don’t rust. but all of this is for sell. Even the bag. Just not my hat.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 7:59:36 GMT
Dusty certainly did know a fair bit about roanwolves… a bit too much, actually, that was more than most common folk know. Especially if they were coming from the direction Dusty seemed to have… where was it he was coming from from where they were-Sleetspire? Wesley's lip curled and he was on his legs with a snarl, hazel eyes gleaming in the fire, "Silver don't rust-!" he snapped and he knocked Dusty's hat off-the amulet flopping inside it. "Ah knew it-! Ah knew I smelled it on your hide! Yer a dirty roanwolf-!" In seconds he had a stake gripped in his teeth and aimed at Dusty's throat, "Now gimf me onmfe reasomnf not ta end your lime rimf now-!" he demanded, words muffled by the wood clenched in his teeth.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 8:12:57 GMT
Dust was too stunned to even move for a time as his eyes go big, going from the stake to the hat, and the amulet inside of it. “I-it’s not mine! It is! but! It’s for a customer! He wanted it for his private museum! ah swear! L-look! See, ah don’t got the mark!” He says standing up and looking at his mark. “Just tracks and a coin! You got it all mixed up here! Just Calm down, and lets talk this out. Yes, ok, Silver does not rust! It’s to hide it! See, look, I can touch it!” He looks at the Silver, and gulps as he leans down looking at it then at Wesley, sweat dripping off his nose as he opens his muzzle and gets closer…
He picks it up in his muzzle, and looks at at Wesley as his body shakes and it takes all his willpower to hold a grin. This was insane. but it will not kill him on the spot. Just hold it and he will believe you. Pain doesn't last forever, dieing dose.
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 8:23:05 GMT
Wesley glared at Dusty, nostrils still flared. "I camn smell it burmfing your mouf." he said in a deadpan tone. But surprisingly he spit out the stake, rolling his eyes and licking the splinters off his fangs. "Yer not much of a threat, are ya-? I'm not usually one to take pity or spare any of my prey." There was no 'but', though Dusty WAS still alive though so that was a good sign. "You can spit that silver out by the way. You reek enough as it is." he told the thief, snorting. "Hows about this. Yer a roanwolf. And that amulet means you can change at will, am I right-?" the hunter asked. Seems he was preparing to make a deal with Dusty.
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 8:33:53 GMT
Dust spits the silver fork out and shakes his head with a whimper from the pain, then his eyes meet back with Wesley. “Ya. It’s how it works… And ah got control over myself too. Been this all my life. Ma had to use a paper sometimes and time out, but ah'm not some unthinking beast. Ah honer my gift. If something blessed me with it from my birth, how can it be wrong?” He snorts. “and ah don’t reek! ah took a bath… six weeks ago!” He sits down with a thud and crosses his front legs.
“and ah can be a threat! Ah’m the biggest and strongest of my race ah know of.” He grins some. He ment in full his using of the word race. “Ah got a pack! They… They just wimped out of following me out here…” He looks down. “They think ah’m bloody stupid or something. but not one of em has the guts to challenge me! But not one will follow me out here, even if ah bark, bite and yell at em. Use less lot.”
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Post by CrowFace on Feb 1, 2014 8:51:41 GMT
Biggest and strongest, huh? Well he was big but Wesley doubted about the strength thing. But he still figured the other could be useful-especially if he knew where there were any more roanwolves… "Easy there, Killer… ah'm trying to cut a deal with you. Unless you'd rather I just cut you instead-?" Wesley said with a grin though the threat was very real. "Ah'm huntin' vamponies, as ya know. And sometimes ah need a little backup. 'Specially if ah'm fightin' more an' one of them things." He poked Dusty's chest, "That's where you come in."
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Post by dustyshooves on Feb 1, 2014 9:01:29 GMT
Dusty looks at the hoof that poked him. “So, ya want me to take some heat ya?” He leans his head to one side as he thinks. “Well… If it keeps ya away from the “kill me” thing. Ah think ah got to take ya up on it. but, ah want something back. for ya to not say a thing to others on what ah am in towns. Ah will not one of em, ya got my word. Ah’m not like that! ah may eat a sheep or something, but fe-never have ah eaten a pony.” He grins. “On my honor ah swear! so, um, deal?” He grins at Wesley, it may be one sided for the most. But… Live another day and even the worst luck can pan out.
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