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RE: seahorse - Tugix - 3/11/2026
hes perfect tugix is the asshole tbh <3
a claw scrapes his face.
another nicks his ear.
the pain is bad, worse for the teary blur of those wings in the air. his ears tell him that the woman is running, running. she has struck and retreated. tugix is free then to swing weighty head toward the bird.
it dives for him, braying a caw.
tugix snarls. blood freshly lines his muzzle from that beak and those talons.
he snaps, grapples with air, forces himself against physics to take.
the beak comes down into that fraying eyelid, and tugix howls an echoing gnash of unadulterated rage, dropping back down to the snow. his legs weave; scarlet drips, steaming.
another nicks his ear.
the pain is bad, worse for the teary blur of those wings in the air. his ears tell him that the woman is running, running. she has struck and retreated. tugix is free then to swing weighty head toward the bird.
it dives for him, braying a caw.
tugix snarls. blood freshly lines his muzzle from that beak and those talons.
he snaps, grapples with air, forces himself against physics to take.
the beak comes down into that fraying eyelid, and tugix howls an echoing gnash of unadulterated rage, dropping back down to the snow. his legs weave; scarlet drips, steaming.
RE: seahorse - Ko-Ga - 3/12/2026
Skill - Warrior 5/5
Ko-Ga should have come when called. Should have — but worked into such a frenzy, even Nate-dog would have struggled to call off the vengefulness of a crow which perceived danger to its flock.
No!He screeched again. Mithwyth was not a fighter, but that was ok! He had pluck enough for them both.
Until this brutish stranger tucked tail and ran, as Ko-Ga had demanded, he felt no compulsion to relent. The clack of teeth snapped at feathers, at toes. The wind off the lunges ruffled down and set his heart to racing.
Too slow a dive and his swooping might end in a crunch of teeth. And still! Ko-Ga persisted.
Leave! Go! Now! Aaaa aaa AA AAA!
RE: seahorse - Mithwyth - 3/17/2026
”Ko-Ga, c’mon!”
There is no time to spend picking at his eyes! Mithwyth half felt the need to be the one to snatch him from the air and run, run run run until his scent of rotten blood could plague her no longer.
The woman keeps her pace, the air crisper than it was before, her own heart beating like thunder of a summer storm. Her tail fixes between her legs and she is content to leave the beach for a long time now, knowing it is not the same as when she visited with Nate and saw it with her own eyes that first adventure far from the lake.
And childishly, she wants her father. She wants a friend.
There is no time to spend picking at his eyes! Mithwyth half felt the need to be the one to snatch him from the air and run, run run run until his scent of rotten blood could plague her no longer.
The woman keeps her pace, the air crisper than it was before, her own heart beating like thunder of a summer storm. Her tail fixes between her legs and she is content to leave the beach for a long time now, knowing it is not the same as when she visited with Nate and saw it with her own eyes that first adventure far from the lake.
And childishly, she wants her father. She wants a friend.
RE: seahorse - Bluefish - 3/21/2026
She don’t cry, don’t cry since the day she was born, except for a first mewl of protest, and maybe surprises.
But angry noises going on like monsters clacking and snarling are scary!
Toes roll up beneath her body, to be small and silent.
Ana come find her Bluefish soon!
RE: seahorse - Tugix - 3/21/2026
tugix rears and snaps. he is bleeding. he will drag down the evil thing and waste it with his teeth.
there is no fatherly instinct in tugix. the child is forgotten in his rage.
the wolf has gone. the bird remains. tugix snaps and snaps, drool stretching in a bobbing thread between air and ground.
blood streams. he is weakening but does not feel it.
aorta-man is singular: a sacrifice for the black sea.
if bird dove, teeth reached. until he collapsed, tugix would surge with the ire of being attacked.
blood drips and drips, steaming, turning the snow into half-melt and crimson.
there is no fatherly instinct in tugix. the child is forgotten in his rage.
the wolf has gone. the bird remains. tugix snaps and snaps, drool stretching in a bobbing thread between air and ground.
blood streams. he is weakening but does not feel it.
aorta-man is singular: a sacrifice for the black sea.
if bird dove, teeth reached. until he collapsed, tugix would surge with the ire of being attacked.
blood drips and drips, steaming, turning the snow into half-melt and crimson.
RE: seahorse - Ko-Ga - 3/21/2026
The sloppy swings and misses emboldened Ko-Ga, who swept lower, harsher, and scratched longer with bolstered courage.
Luck had to run out eventually.
The blood-battered wolf caught dark breastfeathers. Only a moment — they ripped loose in a great inky cloud soon stolen by the wind. Ko-Ga's wings fluttered in a panicked sweep as his balance was thrown entire. With a hoarse rolling cry he hit the snow — half-tumbling, have flapping.
The gales were not as eager to carry him as they had been his lost pieces. Still he bid for a distance of some yards. Then spun, all fluffed up with wings spread to shriek profanation at the wolf — but hoping himself far enough way to take flight once his feet settled and escape teeth that bit without mercy.
Or maybe they would be frightened enough by his assault to not risk it!
RE: seahorse - Mithwyth - 3/22/2026
Pale paws slide against the white and dark grains of sand as she hears Ko-Ga squawk and curse. Throwing her head over her shoulder, her blood runs cold when she sees him rolling in the snow. Without a second thought she turns around, frustrated. This isn’t any time to be shouting out expletives, not with a mad man on their heels!
“I said go, Ko-Ga!”
With her nose she pushes him up, sweeps his wing with her muzzle and tries to give him air. His feathers are stranded behind them, tucked in the beach. Mithwyth looks back with wild, wide eyes, ears flat against the base of her skull as she braces for an assault, knowing she is the last line of defense for her feathered friend.
“I said go, Ko-Ga!”
With her nose she pushes him up, sweeps his wing with her muzzle and tries to give him air. His feathers are stranded behind them, tucked in the beach. Mithwyth looks back with wild, wide eyes, ears flat against the base of her skull as she braces for an assault, knowing she is the last line of defense for her feathered friend.
RE: seahorse - Tugix - 3/28/2026
the bird falls from the sky.
tugix wants to lunge but he cannot move. the step is a slow tip sideways. blood sheets and he cannot right himself.
a growl burns the heels of scrabbling dog returned for the heap of feathers. tugix feels as if he is chained to the earth at a hundred points.
a calamity.
it is an eternity to drag himself around, to know that the drool in his teeth for the bird and the wolf will be his death.
slitted eyes burn once, twice, over dilapidated shoulder. but aorta-man forces himself to go.
the hateful heat of muradoii nostrils wash over the patch of warm snow which had recently held a ball of fibers and bones and breath. he growls a note in brief search; he waits.
the black sea. the black sea. life and life and blood. now they must go. his mind is fracturing.
tugix wants to lunge but he cannot move. the step is a slow tip sideways. blood sheets and he cannot right himself.
a growl burns the heels of scrabbling dog returned for the heap of feathers. tugix feels as if he is chained to the earth at a hundred points.
a calamity.
it is an eternity to drag himself around, to know that the drool in his teeth for the bird and the wolf will be his death.
slitted eyes burn once, twice, over dilapidated shoulder. but aorta-man forces himself to go.
the hateful heat of muradoii nostrils wash over the patch of warm snow which had recently held a ball of fibers and bones and breath. he growls a note in brief search; he waits.
the black sea. the black sea. life and life and blood. now they must go. his mind is fracturing.