10-14-2018, 07:09 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]The male was not the type to go out of his way for revenge, or to aim for such things at all. It was a pointless thing, set others back and forth on one another when they could just save their resources on more important things. Everyone was out for themselves at the end of the day, there were reasons for keeping others captive. Yet, the familiar reeking stench that Axle had been victim to for days lingering into his nostrils sent such justice-seeking thoughts his way, and before he knew it a great rage overcame him. Long ago a similar anger had consumed him, the Heeler had forgotten what it was like though for it had resulted in a traumatic experience. Being a guard dog had led to the direct destruction of his entire life, the Tangler would've been more careful to avoid such a fate again, but there were trespassers on lands he promised to protect for a time. Instincts could never truly go away, deep within the hearts of every civilised creature lay a powerful feral brought out when pushed to the limits and when their life was on the line.
Only a small beast in comparison to some of the creatures this world had to offer, but Axle cared little for his own stature. With that average disposition came an easier experience navigating through the marshes that the Tanglewood resided in, and he'd have no problem using that to his advantage against those who'd never ventured into muddy terrain before. Kill. Protect. Kill. Protect. Commands he was giving himself did their best not to muddle, and as it became clearer that he was growing closer to the beasts who dared come back for round two Axle crouched amidst the low laying foliage. It was unfortunate territory to be defending from, uphill enemies always held an advantage, but the male used the time that Benny was wasting showing off to traverse the terrain silently. A call came, and though unsure of how many lay beyond the cover, Axle seemed to care little as he suddenly pushed himself out of his hiding spot.
Going straight for the leader of the raid, Axle would charge right for the slaver, aiming to crash his entire body weight into [member=1555]benny g.[/member] in hopes of sending the fox flying down the Tanglewood's side of the hill. Such momentum came at a cost, for whether he wanted to or not the Heeler was going where he intended to take the Pittian. Paws searched for grip as he slid down the hill and in less of a suicidal position, hopping off before he collided into the ground and sprinting away a couple of steps in order to get some much needed distance. The less Pittians hogging the high ground, the better. As he slowed down, his fury became clearer, eyes wide and saliva pooling around bared teeth. One in that state normally would've gone straight for the kill, Axle included, but when potentially outnumbered he wasn't going to make himself a prime target for the Pitt's own revenge. Feral-looking, sure, but he was far from feral-thinking even in that daring state. A growl escaped him, watching for further movement from the trespassers.
Only a small beast in comparison to some of the creatures this world had to offer, but Axle cared little for his own stature. With that average disposition came an easier experience navigating through the marshes that the Tanglewood resided in, and he'd have no problem using that to his advantage against those who'd never ventured into muddy terrain before. Kill. Protect. Kill. Protect. Commands he was giving himself did their best not to muddle, and as it became clearer that he was growing closer to the beasts who dared come back for round two Axle crouched amidst the low laying foliage. It was unfortunate territory to be defending from, uphill enemies always held an advantage, but the male used the time that Benny was wasting showing off to traverse the terrain silently. A call came, and though unsure of how many lay beyond the cover, Axle seemed to care little as he suddenly pushed himself out of his hiding spot.
Going straight for the leader of the raid, Axle would charge right for the slaver, aiming to crash his entire body weight into [member=1555]benny g.[/member] in hopes of sending the fox flying down the Tanglewood's side of the hill. Such momentum came at a cost, for whether he wanted to or not the Heeler was going where he intended to take the Pittian. Paws searched for grip as he slid down the hill and in less of a suicidal position, hopping off before he collided into the ground and sprinting away a couple of steps in order to get some much needed distance. The less Pittians hogging the high ground, the better. As he slowed down, his fury became clearer, eyes wide and saliva pooling around bared teeth. One in that state normally would've gone straight for the kill, Axle included, but when potentially outnumbered he wasn't going to make himself a prime target for the Pitt's own revenge. Feral-looking, sure, but he was far from feral-thinking even in that daring state. A growl escaped him, watching for further movement from the trespassers.
AND THE EARTH BECOMES MY THRONE
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