05-31-2018, 04:16 PM
Morgan stopped holding the steam in place once it heard Beck's voice, turning to him to listen to his piece. "Hunting and cleaning," it replied, innocent in its intent. Indeed, those who were unfit for survival ended up as prey as per the rules of nature. However, alligators were no exception - least of all for a creature only part-sentient like Morgan. In any case, if the gators were not killed conventionally, they were dead from being boiled alive. Several carcasses littered the shores, where the bottleneck point faded as the ice melted.
Beyond his orders to stop, the rest of the spirit's rambling was lost on the samoyed. It did not matter either, as the polar bear's surprise attack sent it too far away to even hear the apparition. The dog was launched above the pond; readying itself in the air, it steadied its breath and focused on sensing the water it was nearing.
Mere moments before hitting the hot surface, a wide pillar of ice rose and caught the falling canine. With little time to move before the ice melted, it got up and hopped forward, raising more ice to land on. Careful not to lose its footing, it did the same thing one more time, landing on the opposite side of the swamp from where Zimavich and Beck stood.
The dog said nothing. Instead, it stared at the bear as the pillars of ice melted into boiling water. Its gaze was a mixture of pity and disgust, hidden behind its pointed mask. Attacking and attempting to kill another Tangler was against the group's rules - one of the few things the samoyed knew, and knew well. Such was a sign of betrayal, especially after the samoyed had shown mercy just minutes before.
Of course, the Commander's word was the last word as per the law. Morgan barked out at Fenrisulfr to order him to stop, respecting Beck's wishes. In the meantime it took some deep breaths to gather the steam once more, then took a smoother, shorter one to let it all fall into the pond as a now-clean liquid. "Done," it said, finally facing Beck.
Beyond his orders to stop, the rest of the spirit's rambling was lost on the samoyed. It did not matter either, as the polar bear's surprise attack sent it too far away to even hear the apparition. The dog was launched above the pond; readying itself in the air, it steadied its breath and focused on sensing the water it was nearing.
Mere moments before hitting the hot surface, a wide pillar of ice rose and caught the falling canine. With little time to move before the ice melted, it got up and hopped forward, raising more ice to land on. Careful not to lose its footing, it did the same thing one more time, landing on the opposite side of the swamp from where Zimavich and Beck stood.
The dog said nothing. Instead, it stared at the bear as the pillars of ice melted into boiling water. Its gaze was a mixture of pity and disgust, hidden behind its pointed mask. Attacking and attempting to kill another Tangler was against the group's rules - one of the few things the samoyed knew, and knew well. Such was a sign of betrayal, especially after the samoyed had shown mercy just minutes before.
Of course, the Commander's word was the last word as per the law. Morgan barked out at Fenrisulfr to order him to stop, respecting Beck's wishes. In the meantime it took some deep breaths to gather the steam once more, then took a smoother, shorter one to let it all fall into the pond as a now-clean liquid. "Done," it said, finally facing Beck.