Hunter: 1/5

With her wound healing nicely, Mullock has ventured from Jaxxon's side for the mere purpose of boredom. She is fond of him, surely, but there is a natural desire for solitude among the ranks of the feline. She cannot be within his grasp at all times. And besides, now that her hind leg is moving better, she would like to hunt for herself. There is a deep tradition of taking lives that she must adhere to, for all must know the taste of death at some point.

Even she, with her three times three lives, will one day cease to be. And she welcomes it with open arms.

But perhaps, not this day. She stops at the base of a tree, looking up at the birds within. Carefully, she begins chirping along with them, her voice mimicking the patterns. Perhaps they will hear her call and resolve to make her job easy. But rarely they do. Rather, this makes them less likely to flee until it is too late.

Dog hasn't been exactly well cared for.

With his owner off doing a training montage on the other side of the planet (as far as he's aware), he's been stuck hunting the little things, birds and rabbits, foxes, cats. You know, same old shit that he used to hunt. Really, everything's about the same as it was before appearing here without that sadistic child hanging around.

And it wasn't like anyone's...told him...not to chase any cats.

So when he heard the tell tale chattering of a hunting kitty while he was snooping through the snow for squirrels his ears perked, tail wagging quickly behind him before he took off at a sprint. Thumping loudly through the forest and barking in quick succession once he spotted the cat, not slowing down one bit in his approach.

She and the birds notice the barking before anything terrible can be done. The birds fly off, and Mullock glances behind her to see a slavering mutt drawing towards her. Her ears pin back as she kicks into action. By the base of a tree she is, so up the tree she goes. Even with her healing wound, climbing is an easy feat. She finds herself on a low, sturdy branch, staring down at the pursuer below.

"Heed thy higher functions," she calls down, a disdainful hiss in her voice. "Surely you are capable of speech and thought, are you not? Or are you one of the mindless carrion worms with no purpose other than to die? Am I wasting my breath beseeching your higher will?" She digs her claws into the branch. Certainly, he couldn't get up here. Wolves can climb trees, but not well. She can only hope this one isn't intelligent enough to realize this.

Up and up and up she goes, with the dog snapping his teeth behind her, wagging his tail furiously and barking up the tree. Yes, he could speak, and yes he could understand her...somewhat. The cat was using a lot of big words that he didn't know, but that didn't really matter to it.

What matters was she was lively, and his mouth was drooling just thinking of getting his teeth around her torso. Sure, he'd probably feel bad...later. Much later.

If he can even catch the little kitty cat in the first place!

Come down! I just wanna play! He was jumping up, snapping his teeth just below the branch before realizing this was much too high for him and electing to stand on his hind legs and claw at the bark instead. Prommyyyy

Skill:

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Was given permission to present date this!

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He'd been stalking through the lands up North a little bit, out doing his thing, kicking ass, taking names and bringing those names home with plans... It'd been a fun adventure...

Smiling he felt a little bit more like himself today then he had been lately and the man puffed up his broad chest with pride as the Overseer walked the borders placing piss on markers and making sure nobody had trespassed. When he was satisfied with his findings and his freshening of the borders he began to head back home when he heard the hissing voice of Mullock and the sounds of The Bad Dog barking up a storm about playing or some shit...

He wasted no time in rushing off to the scene, and when he arrived it was just as he had imagined, the dog was front legs up the tree barking his head off at the cat that sat up on a branch... His cat...

Letting out a low growl Jaxxon stomped his way over to the damned dog, once he was at the animals back he placed his jowls upon the things nasty coat, closing teeth upon flesh Jaxxon ripped the dog away from the tree, he could feel his daggers piercing the animals skin and causing blood to pool along his salmon tongue. He threw him off to the side like a ragdoll, no effort was needed as pure adrenaline was now coursing through his veins as he placed his back to the tree.

Defensively Jaxxon placed paws out before him, planted into the ground as if he expected the thing to retaliate, You don't fucking touch her... Jaxxon snarled as he pawed at the earth with his left paw, his mouth hanging open dangerously, begging him to try it.

"I am, alas, in possession of a brain. I do not 'play.'" Her words are simple. "You degrade yourself, and I can hardly see-- Oh, hello, my Chosen." The fluff on her ridge seems to go down as she watches the flesh be torn. Relaxing slightly on the branch, she touches her haunches to the wood and lifts a single paw to clean her face. A single gesture, a simple one of approval.

"Alas, I would be remiss to mention the possibility of destruction should you continue such a pursuit," she continues to Bad Dog, her words light and airy. Then, to Jaxxon, with a note of affection, "I seek not mercy, by the by. Punishment is to be within your discretion, dear Chosen. I trust thy stalwart judgment."

Dog was much too focused on the task at hand, trying to catch a cat, to be...Aware of the growling coming from Jaxxon, at least until he felt the man's teeth in his flesh and suddenly he was tossed through the air like a ragdoll. He had the grace to yelp, flying briefly before landing and falling over, rolling once for good measure to get away from an imagined bite coming for him next.

If it had been Polly, she'd have gone right on the attack.

So, perhaps her dad was nicer? He'd only made him bleed a little bit after all.

Dog tucked his paws under him, looking up at the younger man with his ears back before looking up at the cat with Want before looking back to Jaxxon and his teeth. Touch who?

Not the cat, right?

Clueless man.

Skill:

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Bad Dog Mullock

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Jaxxon listened to Mullock's words fondly, a smile briefly crossing his angered features briefly, The beastly man turned a head to face Mullock and dipped his head to her respectfully. He enjoyed her final words, punishment at his discretion, and turned back towards the dog.

Jaxxon's eyes narrowed, his teeth were bared and exposed, lips curled back over ivory daggers as he took a heavy step towards the cowering canine. Mullock... The Cat... His tone turned into ice at the last words as he took another slamming step into Dog's space. He snapped in the animals face before he growled deeply, You don't touch her... If you do you die... Jaxxon threatened the multicolored beast.

He turned back towards Mullock and curled his tail high above his haunches. Yall'right? He barked, questioning her wellbeing. He was pretty sure she was alright but he had to make sure. Mullock was a special feline that Jaxx felt he needed to protect at all times. And in this land of beasts her safety was his highest priority.