[Rebel_the_Proud]

·J·a·k·e·
Adult Male DesertHorn Paragon Shifter
† 2 · 5 †
human form || paragon form

Jake had enough time to see the Staigovald beast start stumbling in the direction the stranger was, but there was no time for him to react. The Paragon shifter had no time to send out a warning for the stranger, but there was no need. As the rogue Staigovald stumbled and fell, a black form suddenly sprang up from the opposite side of it and came to a sprawling fall into the sand, safely out of range of the falling beast. The heavy thud of the creature came just after, and the Paragon tilted his head to look at the heaving mass upon the ground, clearly dazed at the hit. He glanced to the stranger thinking, “Well... That's one way to do it.”
With a snort, Jake began to approach the Staigovald, his eyes watching the deadly tail. The Paragon shifter eased around the waving tail, intentionally going around to where he was closest to the front of the beast. Jake looked the creature over, and then lowered his head. Dipping his head forward, Jake used his horn to prod the creature's side, at first as a way to alert the beast. Then, he pushed into the creature, prying his horn under the belly of the creature, and thrusting his head upwards - yet strangely in a gentle way - to get the creature to stand on it's feet, while pushing it off, away from himself. Jake didn't want the creature to start swinging his tail again.

Lifting his spiked head, Cyclone looked above at the rising sun. The shadow that he'd been using was getting shorter. In a short time, it would be gone. Again, Cyclone's ears pricked to where the battle was going on. Eyes searched for any sign of Jake, but the sand dunes blocked his view. The Penticorn snorted, lowering his head and nibbling on a prickly bush with dry leaves.


·C·y·c·l·o·n·e·
Desert Penticorn Stallion
† 2 · 5 †

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Kuroi
[ 3 || 12 ]

Dazed, Kuroi swayed for a moment, trying to gather himself as he unsteadily stood up to his feet. It took a moment, but his vision soon cleared and Kuroi was able to think clearer. He spun around quickly, remembering the battle that had just taken place. The Staigovald still lay on the ground. The hit must have really been hard. His eyes moved over to the Paragon who began to move around the fallen creature. Kuroi took a step closer, wondering what the Paragon was up to. He looked to the deadly tail which was still moving, hoping that the Staigovald was still too dazed to strike.
The Staigovald lay on the ground, still dazed when he felt something push him. Glancing back, he could see the Pargon had nudged him, and the Staigovald hissed lightly in response, but it was clear he had no strength to get up. The Staigovald, however, was not about to have much choice. Suddenly, the Paragon was lifting the Staigovald up, and he bellowed as he was thrust, gently to his feet. The Staigovald stood on unsteady legs, but suddenly seemed to spring to life. He bellowed at the Paragon, moving away from the beast, and swung his tail once more at the creature before backing away, his body held sideways in defense. Once he felt he was a safe distance away, the Staigovald turned and ambled on, leaving the battlefield behind.



Wairudo
chaos staigovald
[ 2 || 5 ]

[Rebel_the_Proud]

·J·a·k·e·
Adult Male DesertHorn Paragon Shifter
† 2 · 6 †
human form || paragon form

Killing the creature would be a sin that Jake would never be able to live with. Though the creature had attacked first, everything pointed to a fearful reaction from a scared and disoriented Staigovald. Even if the Staigovald had a little more fight in him, Jake would not outright attack. The beast turned and swung his tail once more - something Jake had expected - and the Paragon ducked his head out of the way, chuckling softly as his red eyes watched the Staigovald back away. In his Paragon form, Jake took another step closer, dipping his head upwards as if to indicate for the Staigovald to go on. Sure enough, the Staigovald turned and trampled away. Jake lifted his head high, folding his wings tighter to his body, and watched as the beast left them. “Ah... There we go. Done 'n' done.”
Nodding his head with satisfaction, Jake glanced to the stranger whom he'd not yet found any information about. It didn't seem that the stranger was noticing him, and so Jake stepped backwards behind the stranger, and shifted to his human form as he sat down on a rocky ledge, propping one leg up on the rock and laying his arm over his upright knee while his other leg hung down off the ledge. He looked out once more at the disappearing Staigovald, and coolly waited for the stranger to notice him. Quickly, he glanced over to where Cyclone had been to check on his companion.

Cyclone whipped his tail, swatting away a few pesky desert flies, lifting his head from his browsing. Eyes quickly surveyed the area, and ears pricked to gather sounds. He could hear no more fighting, and it made the Penticorn nervous. He stepped closer, the morning sun casting it's heated glare over Cyclone's head, nostrils flaring for answers. Then, he caught sight of the familiar form of Jake, sitting on a low ledge, just able to see over the sand dune that had hid the battle from him. At the very sight of Jake, Cyclone relaxed. He was alright, and that was all that it took to ease Cyclone's nervousness.


·C·y·c·l·o·n·e·
Desert Penticorn Stallion
† 2 · 6 †

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Kuroi
[ 3 || 13 ]

Kuroi had watched without a word as the Paragon had actually lifted the Staigovald up, forcing it to walk. The Emowockee could not piece together the puzzle he'd just been given. He'd expected some sort of outright attack. Why didn't this beast, who could clearly take on the Staigovald, just simply attack it? Kuroi could not gather any answers. He only watched as the Staigovald began to back away, offering one more swing at the Paragon before turning tail and leaving. Kuroi shifted his body to stay in line with the Staigovald, not wanting the beast to get behind him. After what had happened, Kuroi couldn't trust the rouge Staigovald, and he didn't want to take any chances. He wondered what had happened for the Staigovald to attack...
So focused on the Staigovald as it left, Kuroi had nearly forgotten the Paragon's presence. Ears pricked to the sound of small pebbles shifting and falling, and the Emowockee turned around, eyes looking for the Paragon, but, to Kuroi's great surprise, the Paragon was gone. Kuroi looked around, eyes sharply analyzing everything along the ground for clues as to where the the beast had gone. The Emowockee stepped back, eyes narrowing with suspicion, and then he noticed something strange sticking out against the rock wall.
Looking up, Kuroi caught sight of a man, sitting on the ledge. Kuroi at first thought he was seeing things, and he blinked a few times to try and clear his eyes. But the man was still there. Kuroi glanced around for the Paragon, and spoke to the strange man with a direct question. "...where is that beast?"

[Rebel_the_Proud]

·J·a·k·e·
Adult Male DesertHorn Paragon Shifter
† 2 · 7 †
human form || paragon form

Now that Jake had taken care of the Staigovald, he knew he could now turn his attention to the stranger, intending to find out what he could of him. It was in this setting that Jake really settled into his cool, calm, collected self. Getting information was something he was good at. Watching the young stranger, Jake seemed to be waiting for him to be noticed. It didn't take long for the black figure to do so, and Jake had to hold back a smirk at what was first said.
"...where is that beast?"
The cowboy had to hold back his smirk, though it wasn't hard for him. He learned well how to handle his emotions to keep from being found out... With a cool and easy response, Jake lifted his hand and pointed out to the disappearing Staigovald, nodding his head as he said, “There he goes.” When he was sure he'd gotten the stranger's attention to the Staigovald, Jake leaped down from his perch, landing with a soft thud against the sand, and swiftly pulled out his six shooter, cocking it and aiming it for the stranger's head, with a completely different look in his eyes. He stared down at the Emowockee with a stern yet flat gaze. In a gruff voice, and a flat tone, Jake asked, “So... whatcha call yo'rself?”

Again, Jake was out of view, and again nervousness settled into the Penticorn. His tail whipped around, coming to a sliding stop across the ground as the stud raised his head, listening for his owner.


·C·y·c·l·o·n·e·
Desert Penticorn Stallion
† 2 · 7 †

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Kuroi
[ 3 || 13 ]

Kuroi was very suspicious of the man, as he had not seen him before. But, it seemed that the man knew what he was talking about. The man lifted his hand and pointed out into the desert. “There he goes.” Tilting his head slightly as he looked at the man questionably, Kuroi was hesitant to look away from the man. But, after a moment, he turned and looked in the direction the man had been pointing. All he could see, however, was the disappearing Staigovald, who was nearly out of sight. Kuroi prepared to protest, when he heard a clicking sound, and he quickly turned to face the noise, only to be looking down the barrel of a six shooter. Kuroi looked up to the stranger, and his eyes narrowed, suddenly feeling betrayed and angry, but at this moment, Kuroi could do nothing. “So... whatcha call yo'rself?” For a moment, Kuroi said nothing, only glaring angrily at the man, trying to vent his anger through his eyes. After a moment, he finally said flatly, "My name is Kuroi." After a pause, he added, "And you are? No good, I'd assume..." Murmuring the last statement, Kuroi's tail twitched with irritation.

[Rebel_the_Proud]

·J·a·k·e·
Adult Male DesertHorn Paragon Shifter
† 2 · 8 †
human form || paragon form

“My name is Kuroi.” Kuroi. Jake hadn't exactly expected the cooperation so easily, but he could clearly hear the anger in the stranger's voice. Again, Jake held back a smirk. It was obvious that this Kuroi wasn't from around her. Jake decided that he was another wanderer, who'd gotten lost in the desert. A moment after the stranger spoke his name, Jake was then directed a question, which surprised him. “And you are? No good, I'd assume...” Once more, Jake was taken by surprise at the last statement that Kuroi made, but again, he had to hold back from smiling, though, this time, he decided to allow it. Jake began to chuckle, still holding his gun for the stranger. With a crafty smile, Jake uncocked the gun, twirled it in his hand and put it safely back in his holster, allowing his duster to fall in front of it, concealing it once more. With a tip of his hat, Jake answered, “Name's Jake Sagan. You kin call me Jake.” After answering the question, Jake put one hand up to his mouth, and suddenly let out a loud whistle that rang across the desert.

Ears pricked immediately forward at the sound of the whistle. Cyclone knew exactly who that was and what to do. With a soft bray, the Penticorn lunged into a gallop across the sand, his mind focused on only one thing: to get to Jake.
As he climbed up over the dune, Cyclone leaped over it's top, setting his haunches back and slid with his back legs down the other side towards Jake, using his front legs to walk himself down. As he came to the bottom, the Penticorn leaped up and came to a stop beside Jake, nudging the man's shoulder gently as if to say, “Here I am.” Jake smiled and patted the Penticorn's neck, keeping an eye on the stranger. “Atta boy, 'clone. Atta boy.”


·C·y·c·l·o·n·e·
Desert Penticorn Stallion
† 2 · 8 †

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Kuroi
[ 3 || 14 ]

Kuroi felt nervous enough with a gun pointed in his face. He'd never had the experience of looking down the barrel of a gun, but now that he had, he certainly didn't like it. The feeling of dread and helplessness was one that Kuroi wasn't exactly used to. Sure, he looked at things realistically most of the time, but, this... This was not something he was used to. But when the man began to chuckle after Kuroi's response, it caused him to feel even more nervous. All he could think was that this was some deranged man with a weapon, and that it was not going to end well. But then, the stranger did a fancy twirl with his gun, and holstered it, revealing that he actually had two guns on him. Kuroi wasn't sure if he should be glad the gun was put away or not... “Name's Jake Sagan. You kin call me Jake.” The Emowockee glanced around with his eyes, wondering if this was some sort of trick. First, the man pulls a gun on him, now he puts it away and introduces himself with a hearty chuckle? It didn't make sense to Kuroi.
The sound of a loud whistle snapped Kuroi back to reality and he flinched slightly, jumping into a position to fight, claws gripping into the sand. He glanced around for any sign of a threat, but there was none at the moment. Then, his ears pricked to the sound of something coming towards them, and no sooner did Kuroi look up did a brown, saddled Penticorn come over the rise of a dune and came sliding down towards them. The Emowockee took a step back, prepared to run or fight, when the Penticorn came to a stop beside the one named Jake. It seemed that it was Jake's mount, as it appeared there was some form of bond between them.
Deciding to try and get to the bottom of things, Kuroi stepped forward, intending to take control of the situation. "Look, Jake... I need to get out of here. I was dropped off here in the desert sometime yesterday night, and I don't know by who or why. Hell, I don't even know where I am. I need to know how to get out of here. Can you help me?"

[Rebel_the_Proud]

·J·a·k·e·
Adult Male DesertHorn Paragon Shifter
† 2 · 9 †
human form || paragon form

“Look, Jake... I need to get out of here. I was dropped off here in the desert sometime yesterday night, and I don't know by who or why. Hell, I don't even know where I am. I need to know how to get out of here. Can you help me?” Jake glanced over to the Emowockee, who'd bravely took a step forward, and with the sound in his voice, it appeared that Kuroi had gotten quite a bit braver. The cowboy checked his reigns, and the girth of the saddle, making sure it was a comfortable tightness, as if he hadn't heard Kuroi speak. Jake, of course, was doing this intentionally. He thought for a moment on what Kuroi had said. Someone had dropped this stranger off in the middle of the desert, and now Kuroi was asking for help. Jake was hesitant, though it didn't show. He pondered on it for a moment, checking the saddlebag behind the saddle to make sure it was secure. Finally, Jake put his hands on the reigns, grabbing the mane of Cyclone as well, preparing to mount his steed, and looked over to Kuroi. After a moment, he said, “Nyope. 'fraid not.” With that said, Jake stepped in the stirrup and climbed into the saddle, Cyclone standing patiently as he waited. Once seated, Jake looked down at the Emowockee, and nodded his head towards him. “You might best get a move on, though. Ain't safe 'ere.” Jake urged Cyclone onward, and Cyclone took to a walk, going right past Kuroi. As Cyclone and Jake passed, a strange wind began to pick up, and sand began to blow. “There's a mighty wind a'comin. Might be best for you to git a move on." Cyclone lowered his head, tilting it to the side, away from the direction of the wind and sand as it increased, Jake pulling his hat lower over his eyes to protect them, without a backwards glance to Kuroi.


·C·y·c·l·o·n·e·
Desert Penticorn Stallion
† 2 · 9 †

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Kuroi
[ 4 || 15 ]

Kuroi's patience was wearing thin. This man appeared to be deliberately ignoring him. Jake seemed to be more caught up in the Penticorn and his saddle than what Kuroi had to say and it tugged at Kuroi's already thin nerves. Kuroi wasn't exactly sure what to expect from the man. For good reason, obviously. Someone who pulls a gun on a stranger isn't exactly rated as a the friendlies or most helpful around. But, when Jake finally did seem to notice that Kuroi had said something, what he said took Kuroi by surprise, causing him to feel a twinge of anger. “Nyope. 'fraid not.” Kuroi could only stare at the man with a baffled look on his face. The man didn't even wait for a response, as he climbed onto his mount, prepared to leave. Kuroi felt speechless, and he started to feel the helplessness feeling take over. “You might best get a move on, though. Ain't safe 'ere.” Kuroi wanted to roll his eyes in response, annoyed by the comment. He was tempted to reply, "Well, just where the hell am I supposed to go," but refrained from doing so. Not because he didn't want to, but because Jake and his Penticorn were already starting to move past, and a sudden wind began to pick up. Kuroi looked in the direction it was coming from, finding it unsettling that it all of sudden, out of nowhere came up. “There's a mighty wind a'comin. Might be best for you to git a move on.” As the wind picked up, Kuroi had to turn back to the disappearing form of the stranger. The sand was really starting to pick up, and already, with Jake only about 15 feet away, was becoming far less visible. Kuroi called after him, “Wait!” He took a few steps closer, trying to weigh decision on what to do. “Where am I supposed to go!?” Jake and the Penticorn's form continued to become less and less visible at a rapid rate, and Kuroi took to a run through the harsh winds, trying to push his voice to overcome the screaming sound. “Jake! Wait! JAKE!!!”

[Rebel_the_Proud]

·J·a·k·e·
Adult Male DesertHorn Paragon Shifter
† 3 · 10 †
human form || paragon form

“Wait!” The man had heard Kuroi over the wing, but did not stop, nor did he look back. He kept his head low, his hat being pelted with the grains of sand. But, better his hat than his eyes. Jake remained silent, urging Cyclone onward, away from the stranger. Perhaps Kuroi would wisen up at some point. “Where am I supposed to go!?” Again, Jake did not answer. He decided that it was best not to answer. Instead, he stayed focused on the road ahead, his mind working restlessly with the sand storm around them. Over the howling wind and sand, Jake could hear the stranger trying to catch up, but there was one thing that Kuroi hadn't learned about Jake yet: when he doesn't want to be found, he won't be found. “Jake! Wait! JAKE!!!” As the voice grew closer, the storm grew stronger, and Jake led Cyclone through it, drifting away from the Emowockee without a sound or a trace. Of course, Jake wasn't being entirely heartless as it may have seemed. As he drifted further away from the stranger, the storm appeared to grow weaker around Kuroi, until it nearly stopped altogether, and off in the distance was the hazy form of buildings.
“You're on your own now, kid.”


·C·y·c·l·o·n·e·
Desert Penticorn Stallion
† 3 · 10 †

[Rebel_the_Proud]

Kuroi
[ 4 || 16 ]

Kuroi didn't know whether he should feel angry or worried, but at this moment, he was feeling both. It seemed that Jake was deliberately ignoring him and leaving him to fend for himself. It didn't make any sense to Kuroi, and it angered him, as well as brought forth the reality that if he was left out here alone, he could very well die. “Jake!!! Stop!” He continued to run for the man and his mount, but the more he ran, the stronger the storm felt, and soon, Jake could no longer be seen. Kuroi ran on for a few more yards, but slowed a stop, squinting through the sand as he spun around, trying to regain his bearings. He'd become disoriented from the sand. “Jake!” There was no answer to any of his pleas, and Kuroi felt hopelessly alone again. But as the despair began to settle over him once more, the wind began to die down and move on, as did the sand that surrounded him. As the dust and sand cleared, Kuroi caught sight of a dark shape against the horizon. At first, he thought it was just a trick from the sand, but as the air cleared, he was able to make out the form of buildings in the distance. Kuroi stood in disbelief. Was it really a town? Civilization? Kuroi couldn't stop the flow of relief that flooded through him, even if he still wasn't entirely convinced things would be okay. Right now, that town was all he had to go on, and he began to make his way to it, unknown of where he was going to end up...

[ Thread Ended. ]