When malachy Realized that there was about to be a fight he did the one thing any proud slytherin would do. He got his ass out of there. As far as he was concerned he had gotten what he came for, if Orca lost well then Malachy would have to find out next full moon. He slipped behind a tree and noticed that the coyote was now a person. And that person had been his prefect once a pon a time. Maybe he could ask him about who won since he seemed to be staying.
Anyway Malachy pictured his living room took out his wand, directed it at himself and vanished with a loud POP! And reappeared at his house with a SNAP! There he would take his potion and curl up on a cushion rather the forest floor. he didn't feel ike camping tonight.
Post by Adolf Petersen on Jun 6, 2012 21:03:49 GMT -5
While it was true that Adolf wasn’t one for rules and honor when it came for an epic battle of strength, there were some lines he was unwilling to cross. For instance, though he had seemingly caught Orca off-guard by pulling a gun on the boy, it could have been much worse. For, during the duration of his stay with the Church, hunting lycans for that organization, he had often used silver-tipped bullets. If he had done so for this duel, then Orca might be dead, for at least some of his shots had found their mark.
But no, not for this match. Just regular old bullets for the moment.
Now, he had a pair of counterattacks to contend with. One: Orca was going after his gun. Two: Orca was aiming for his balls. It was probably best to block the more immediately debilitating of the two. With a small flick, he flipped on the safety for his gun- something Orca might not even register as having happened, before releasing his grip on the weapon. Rather than try to wrestle with Orca over the firearm, he dropped both hands to catch the kid’s knee.
Then, if was time for a counter-attack of his own. Seeing as how his hands had just found themselves occupied by stopping his balls from being assailed, he decided to fight back by lunging forward in an attempt to smash his forehead into Orca’s nose.
The gun was suddenly his, but he didn't keep it for long. Soon as he felt Adolf's grip slip, he yanked at it and flung it. There was a resounding thunk as the metal hit a tree and sank out of sight in a bush somewhere; he half expected it to go off, and for someone totally innocent to like die or whatever, but nothing happened. Huh, maybe it was out of bullets or something. He didn't know -- hence why he hadn't tried to use it against the guy. He'd probably just end up shooting himself.
Adolf's hands caught his knee, stopping his ball-busting operation before it could even begin. Close as they were, he was left with little in the way of response. His 'free' hand was still held tight to his side, where blood leaked between his fingers. It wasn't going to heal easy with all the movement, but already the flow had lessened. It was something, at least.
At the exact same time Adolf tried to use Headbutt, an awesome idea occurred to Orca: use Headbutt! The result was a blast of pain through his forehead as he smoothly intercepted the attack meant for his nose and redirected it to his cranial region. Because he was smart like that. Dizziness blanketed his mind, but instinct made up for that. The lycan shifted forms, easy as breathing, and leapt at his opponent, snapping at Adolf's flesh, sharp-as-knives pearly whites aiming to sink in wherever they could. The big wolf's ears were laid back so tight against his skull they almost blended in, but there was almost blatant delight in his eyes. This was nothing like fighting Gabby, no sirree. This shit was hella real.
Post by Adolf Petersen on Jun 9, 2012 21:18:28 GMT -5
Well, his gun had served its purpose. Adolf had drawn first blood on his opponent, landing a wound that would be slow to heal in the midst of a pitched battle. So, it was really no great loss that his gun now lay somewhere off next to a tree, abandoned by the current combatants. Besides, now that things were basically hand to hand, it wouldn’t be nearly as effective of a weapon.
Well, perhaps not hand to hand anymore. Fang to fist? Claw to claw? Something like that, seeing as how Orca was about to assume his true wolf form.
Though, at the moment, Adolf’s head was currently an great deal of pain. It was a response that had been somewhat expected, yet no less painful as a result. Of course, how else was one to respond to a headbutt? Trying to turn aside rarely ever worked, so the most reasonable reaction was to simply headbutt right the hell back. Thus, while it ensured that Adolf’s attack was completely successful, it also left the man reeling backwards from the explosion of pain and dizziness that accompanied his blow to the skull.
And there it was, the wolf inside Orca had come out to play, aiming to take a chunk out of him with those vicious fangs of his. Instinctively, Adolf held up an arm to shield himself. When he felt teeth pierce his flesh, he gave little indication of the pain it caused other than a small grimace. Instead, he lunged forward with his free arm, aiming for the approximate location on Orca’s furry form that would coincide with the location on Orca’s human form that he had been clutching not more than a few moments before. In other words, Adolf was attempting to claw at the already open wound he had inflicted on his opponent.
His teeth closed down on Adolf's arm, chewing through cloth and skin as though they were butter. Right, they were butter and his teeth were like those goddamn awesome serrated knives your parents only bring out for the "good" company. Which was, for some reason, never your black neighbors. The wolf twisted his head and pulled to the side, trying to tear Adolf's flesh at the same instant the other lycan went to attack his still-bleeding wound. Adolf's fist ended up skimming along wolf-Orca's ribs, maybe bruising them but no more. The snow-colored wolf released his grip on Adolf's arm, shot the man a quick yellow-eyed look that was probably a lot more blithe than he had any reason to be, and pushed off with his powerful back legs once more, aiming to barrel into the man and force him to the ground.
The wolf's maw reopened and snapped toward Adolf in the same instant, going for the throat but ready and willing to latch onto anything the man tried to throw up in defense. Blood streaked his side all the way down one leg, dying his fur red, but the wound had that telltale itchy feeling, which meant it was healing. Just, ugh, so slowly. Losing because he'd fainted due to blood loss sounded soooo gay. And he was so super not gay. No way. He had a ton of fight left in him, years of nonstop battles everywhere he went had seen to that. He wouldn't go down easy, no sirree.
Post by Adolf Petersen on Jun 9, 2012 22:44:20 GMT -5
Block again? To hell with that plan. This time, Adolf was going for something much more reckless. In other words, something that was guaranteed to leave Adolf a bit more torn up than a simple block. Yet, it was something that could potentially do a great deal of damage.
Immediately after Adolf's attack, the great white wolf launched itself at Adolf, gaping mouth going in for another bite attack. Not willing to wait around for Orca to crash into him, he lunged forward, fist clenched, aiming his blow directly at the open mouth of his opponent. If Orca clenched his mouth prematurely and Adolf ended up just knocking out a few teeth, that was fine. If Orca let Adolf shove his fist down Orca's throat before clenching, that was also fine. Either way, Adolf would inflict some damage.
Adolf throwing up a hand to defend himself did not surprise Orca, though the method he used was a bit... odd. Straight into his mouth? His teeth snapped down automatically, crunching flesh and hopefully bones. The wolf's white muzzle jerked, trying to throw Adolf's arm off as he spat the man's bloodied hand out. One tooth had been broken by the other lycan's punch, and two others felt painfully loose. It took an awful lot to break a lycan's tooth, and he felt respect well up in his chest for the man.
He shifted forms again, and as his right paw became a hand, he balled it into a fist and swung toward Adolf's face. There was blood on his shirt and his face and his jeans but now not all of it was his, which was enough to boost his confidence a bit. Man, how long did lycan fights go?
Post by Adolf Petersen on Jun 10, 2012 14:56:35 GMT -5
As Orca shifted back to his human form, Adolf took a step back, clutching his arm tightly against his chest. It had now received multiple bites and was beginning to look as though the man had challenged a blender to an arm-wrestling competition. Bringing his non-mangled arm up, he caught the punch in his open palm.
After a moment of straining, he turned the punch aside. Yet, instead of making a counter-attack of his own, Adolf instead leapt backwards several feet. Now he raised his good arm once again, palm held outward in token of peace.
"Enough. You have proven yourself as more than just an upstart pup. You truly bear the strength necessary to rule this forest. I will acknowledge your rule and follow you willingly." Adolf said, bowing low to the new LORD OF THE FOREST.
Orca's converses dug into the forest floor as he pushed against Adolf's hand, trying to either force his caught hand smack into Adolf's face or at least free it from its temporary captor. Adolf was just as physically strong as him, if not stronger, and while a human would have been broken into pieces by his punch, Adolf resisted it just like Orca himself would have. His punch was turned and he almost fell forward with the force he'd been putting into it, but he collected himself and stood expectant as Adolf hopped back, ready for whatever came next -- another hidden gun, or perhaps a blade -- but instead Adolf's hand came up in the universal gesture for 'stop, nigga'.
He was still keyed up to fight, and so saw Adolf's words as more of a trap, but -- naw. The other lycan wouldn't fight that dirty, would he? Slowly, Orca relaxed, staring down at his opponent as Adolf bowed. He'd won, huh? Lord of the goddamn forest and shit? The lycan couldn't help the grin that spread across his bloodied face. "Fuck yeah," he said, triumphant but keeping the smirking to a minimum because everywhere still hurt. Fucking bullets in his fucking side, and he'd lost a tooth (not a canine, thank god, but one of his premolars). He tongued the space there, grimacing slightly. His face felt itchy from drying blood, and so he raised his shirt, using it as a rag to wipe his face clean. Damn thing was basically that, anyway, with holes all up in the side and blood caking it a dark rusty red color.
The wounds himself he didn't worry about; they hurt, and made every breath he took painful, but they weren't that bad. Nothing compared to silver, no sir. The injuries would heal, and his tooth would grow back, and the loosened ones would reroot themselves (or whatever it was that teeth did, shit, he wasn't no dentist). "You'll stay, won't you?" He regarded Adolf with still-bright eyes. The other lycan was strong as hell, and Orca had a feeling they were going to need that.
The gun had been something Willow wasn't fond of. She herself had been on the end of a gun more than once, and it wasn't ever a pleasant feeling. Or a pleasant scenario. Although she itched to move, Willow remained still, seated on the forest floor with Protege's bottle still in her lap. Thinking. She would be technically pack bound to follow a new alpha, but that didn't mean she had to like it.
Now and then Willow's anxiety showed in the way she shifted her weight, her insides squirming. What if Orca got hurt, really hurt? After all, Adolf had brought a gun to the fight, god knew what else he might do. When Malachy bailed out, Willow couldn't help but roll her eyes. He wanted Amnesty in the forest but wouldn't stick around long enough for anything important. Self-absorbed little -
Willow straightened some as Adolf caught Orca in the mouth, face blank. Still nervous. Finally, however, it seemed Adolf had no real intention to take over the pack, but merely to see if Orca was worthy of it.
Well of course he was. Willow resisted the urge to make a sour face and yanked a rag from her pocket. It had become good practice to always carry one, for small injuries and the like. "If either of you need it," she offered quietly, getting up.
Over. Orca was Lord. Willow couldn't keep the grin off her face, pleased. What would happen in the future of the pack? Would Adolf stay? Surely. It seemed silly to challenge the lord to a fight only to leave when he lost. No, Adolf didn't seem such a foul loser as that.
Willow gave Orca a beaming smile, encouraging. Good job.
Post by Adolf Petersen on Jun 12, 2012 17:28:55 GMT -5
"Of course I'll stay, if that is what you wish for me to do, my lord." Adolf said, giving another small bow to Orca. That said, he casually strode over to where he his gun had been flung. Tucking the weapon back into his belt, he next moved to retrieve his gloves and newly hole-filled coat.
Well, the fight was on. Protégé wasn't surprised his comments didn't defuse the situation, but they were just as ridiculous as what was going on. He'd yet to hear anything about where Fenrir had gone or why he had left, so in his mind they were fighting over a position that there still might be an owner of. Well, really he didn't worry about the other guy, but if Orca won and Fenrir returned unhappy, it wouldn't be good. Still, as crazy as Orca was, maybe he had a plan.
Still, his worries about the fight were unneeded. Despite Adolf's cunning and weaponry, Orca ended up prevailing. Apparently he had a lot more fight than Protégé gave him credit for. Interesting, he had never seen that out of him. It was an unexpected trait, but not an unpleasant one. For lycans, will to fight was important. Even if they didn't want to, the world had a habit of forcing them to.
Reclaiming his bottle from Willow, Protégé looked it over before sealing it up. The performance was over. Time for everyone to finish their drinks and prepare to move on. Looking up at Orca, he grinned and spoke. "Well, then, you're the lord of the forest. So...what's that mean?"
Shit, so he was like the boss or whatever now, right? His grin widened, a bit crooked because everything was still so hurty and itchy. He put a hand to his side again, willing the damn wound there to like fix itself or whatever. Did it need to spit up the bullets or would they just dissolve inside him? Ugh, nasty. He didn't want to know, really.
"Yeah, man, stay. You can be my right-hand man, or whatever." Weird to have people bowing, but he didn't know if he should tell the guy to knock it off or not. He was still Orca, after all. He was also a goddamn lord now, so... He watched Adolf retrieve his gun with a passive eye. It wasn't going to be used against him, not now, so he didn't mind. In fact, the gun was actually a pretty good idea. Shit yeah, imagine the look on Gabriel's face if he pulled a goddamn gun on him next time the kid showed silver... Nah, he wasn't that mean, but it was a funny thought.
Willow stood, catching the lycan's eye, and he trotted over to her happily. Was she proud? Ah, he hoped so. He'd fought hella hard, after all. He took the rag from her and used it to wipe the rest of the blood from his face before it dried completely. Dried blood was real annoying to get off, any lycan knew that. "Didja see?" he asked her excitedly. "Fuckin' awesome, huh? I got shot and everything." He seemed pleased by that fact, for some reason.
Protégé spoke up; shit, Orca had actually kind of forgotten he was there. Good thing he hadn't lost, huh? He padded closer to the coyote-shifter, acting casual like he hadn't just got cold-clocked right in the kisser, or any of that other bullshit. "What do you think it means?" Oh man, Protégé. That brought back some interesting shit. He gave the wizard another one of those stupid-ass grins, eyes bright. "You joining the pack or what?"
While 'pleased' wasn't the word for hearing that Adolf would stay, she was glad that Orca was glad. Willow herself wasn't overly fond of strangers, but at least the man was respectful. She wouldn't begrudge him. At least, she'd try not to. If wolf her ears would have perked up at Protege's questions, because that was a good one.
Would anything change?
She grinned back at him, nodding. "I did see. Although I wouldn't be overjoyed to get shot. But you're all right. And you're lord. So." Was she supposed to do some kind of formal thing? Instead Willow gave him a quick hug and stepped back, watching. Was Orca offering to make Protege a lycan? She didn't mind the wizard too much, it might be interesting.
Maybe just an honorary member. Willow watched Protege curiously.
Orca certainly seemed pleased with himself for winning the fight. Then again, he did deserve to after winning that one. Even drunk, Protégé wouldn't like the concept of a fight with Adolf. He was a mean ass mo-fo who won't take shit from no one. He got mad skillz, yo.
He smiled as Willow hugged the lycan boy. Apparently the two were close. He had to admit, the closeness a pack seemed to develop was enviable, but with as flaky as he could be he'd never would be great with that. It was nice to see the lack of formality, though. Orca wasn't going to let the position go to his head.
Then Orca turned his attention to him again. What did he think it means? Hell, he didn't even have a clue what to think it means. Would the forest suddenly be a wonderful place open to everyone, or be kept as a haven for creatures safe from outsiders? Would their be any issues if Fenrir ever returned? There was still a lot to be seen about what Orca in charge of the forest meant. He was a bit different from the previous landlord.
And then there was an interesting question Joining the pack? Would he want to join the pack? What would make him a member of the pack. This was a bit too much to process, better handle it the simple way. Taking a swig from his bottle, he held it out for Orca and cocked his head to the side. "Joining the pack...what would that entail?"
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