|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 4, 2012 17:34:47 GMT -5
Baxter soon learned that Baron was not lying about the quality of the polish, the already amazing handle became smooth and brilliant, almost as though it had only just exited the Fletcher where it was crafted. The oil did a fine job and what more, once it has dried, it allowed for a better grip on the handle and true to the Baron's word, every drop of liquid that fell on it beaded and dropped away, leaving the bow completely dry and clean afterwards.
"You're all filthy." A feminine voice came out of the corner of a room, where a female dust colored pony was sitting in the dark. "Watching you perform menial tasks like this makes me angry. You're just animals with tools. You deserve to be put down." The young mare didn't step out of her dark spot, but it was obvious she was staying clear of the windows, and from Baxter. "You're just pathetic dogs, you bit your masters' hands now you've come to bite our hooves." She accused.
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 4, 2012 18:00:42 GMT -5
Baxter watched as the polish worked its magic. To be honest, he hadn't expected it to work so well. Not only did it take less time than he expected, but it also did a much better job. Baxter examined the work once he had finished, testing its newly strengthened grip for himself. He would definitely tell Ice Fang about it, even if the other wolf had no use for it.
The sound of another voice shot through Baxter, making him look up quickly at its source. It was a female pony sitting in a dark corner of the room. Baxter's surprise quickly turned to anger, both at the fact that there was a pony sitting in the room, watching him, but more so that she had the nerve to insult him. The wolf suddenly wished he had some sort of weapon, anything. All he had, though, was a bow with no arrows.
"You've got two seconds to leave," he said, growling at the pony. "You can try running from the dogs out there, maybe find another house to cower in, or I can break your legs first. Your pick." This was her only warning. Baxter had gone through too much recently to put up with a pony with attitude. He would take care of her with his bare hands if he had to.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 4, 2012 18:04:25 GMT -5
"This is my house. I'm not going anywhere." The pony said, "You already took all my stuff, I'm not letting you take my house too, you filthy animals, writhing in your own dirt. You really are dogs, you put on a nice show and hope for treats, then you steal and scavenge through the trash like all bad strays do. You're just an especially ugly one." The pony insulted, standing in place.
"I'm not moving. You ugly mutt."
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 4, 2012 18:16:27 GMT -5
"You're just an especially ugly one."
Baxter could feel his temper spike right at that moment. Not a second after she had stood up and finished speaking, Baxter had hurled the jar of polish across the room, aiming nowhere in particular except at the pony.
Not waiting to determine whether the jar made contact, Baxter charged across the room, aiming to kick the pony squarely in the gut. He'd had it. Everything that had happened to him, all the deaths he had been responsible for, all the dogs that now hated him, the lowliness he now felt, constantly feeling afraid of Ice Fang and not sure how far to take this stupid act he was putting on, this pony was the tip of the pyramid. He now had somewhere he could release his aggression.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 4, 2012 23:16:02 GMT -5
The pony covered its face with its hooves as Baxter flung the oil jar. The jar struck its hoof, but did not smash as it hit the floor. The pony however kept her face covered as Baxter came over and kicked her in the gut painfully, grunting loudly as he did. But not cowering, just turning to say over and over -
"Ugly, stupid, animal!" She repeated it over and over defiantly in Baxter's ears without remorse.
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 4, 2012 23:22:13 GMT -5
Baxter's anger magnified the pony's words, echoing them in his head with resounding thuds. He had been hoping that one kick would send her down, but now he was determined to shut her up. "You stupid pony!" he yelled, grabbing her head and slamming it into the wall.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 5, 2012 0:50:09 GMT -5
The mare was stunned from the slam against the wall, blood appeared on her temple. Wide eyed and slightly shocked, she replied with a terrible derogatory not used since the Dragon Wars. It was a terrible term that using it was considered taboo and commented harshly on the supposed relations between Diamond Dogs and Dragons.
Yet the mare called it again and again and again, struggling against Baxter violently.
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 5, 2012 1:32:14 GMT -5
Blood had begun seeping from the pony's head, but she had kept at it. Worse, she'd made a sudden change in vocabulary to something much, much more insulting. And she was repeating it. Over, and over, and over...
It caught Baxter completely off guard, but his anger was quick to seize the opportunity. The wolf let out a yell, smashing the mare's head against the wall even harder this time. "How dare you!!" he barked, taking only a second to slam her head into the wall a third time. "You think you can throw out an insult like that?! Where do you get off?! I've gone through more in the last day than you have your entire life, and you think you can just say that, to me? Hiding in your stupid house, too scared to step outside. But then when someone finally comes in, you're suddenly reckless enough to say that?!"
Baxter again smashed the mare's head against the wall. By now the pony probably couldn't even hear what Baxter was saying, but he didn't care. This little cretin needed to be taught a lesson.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 5, 2012 1:41:53 GMT -5
The pony's head by this point was half mush. Baxter's rage had exaggerated his strenght, his body pumped with adrenaline. The mare was either dead or dying, her jaw slack, her insolent tongue lolling out and blood pouring down to the floor or staining the wall. She had no more words to speak, nor the presence of mind to speak them.
If she were alive, it would only be barely. And at the sight of her blood Baxter was suddenly stricken with hunger. Reminding him that he was indeed a wolf, and has not eaten at all in the last day. He was practically starving. And raw flesh suddenly seemed like quite the delicacy...
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 5, 2012 12:10:39 GMT -5
Baxter began letting out steady, deep breaths, feeling his anger cool now that the pony had stopped talking. He slammed her head into the wall one last time before finally letting go. Blood was now spilled onto the floor, and covering the wall where Baxter had repeatedly brought her head against it. If the pony wasn't dead, she was near it.
The wolf looked at the mare's beaten head, feeling his temper beginning to simmer again for a brief moment. Looking elsewhere was enough to calm it. It was only now, seeing the pool of blood the pony was lying in, did Baxter realize how starving he was. He hadn't eaten anything in over a day. Baxter carefully looked down at the mare's body, staring a few seconds before slowly rotating it a bit. The wolf blinked heavily, his stomach now making its status well known, before throwing himself into the meat below him, teeth tearing through the pony's skin.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 5, 2012 12:21:37 GMT -5
The pony's legs moved as Baxter began to consume, though the pony was barely there, she was there enough to realize she was being killed. Naturally Baxter went straight to the soft stomach and the soft innards. He could hear a final rattling gasp come from the pony halfway through his meal. He had consumed the softest, tastiest parts of the pony already, the heart, the tongue and the liver all consumed. Baxter, however, was still hungry, still craving more of the delicious meat before him. The taste of pony was definitely sweet and appetizing.
From the corner he stood no one could see him from the outside, and no one was inside the house either. Not that he thought any Diamond Dog would object to the concept of eating a pony, considering the circumstances.
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 5, 2012 12:32:11 GMT -5
Baxter pulled back from the carcass in front of him, looking down at what he had done so far. He was still hungry, though. His stomach wasn't going to be satisfied so easily. The wolf caught his breath for a few seconds before going back to the corpse, now digging into other areas.
Baxter continued eating, not stopping until he had finally quelled his hunger. What was left of the pony was now a ruined, bloody mess, much less of her now than their had been a few minutes ago. The wolf stood up, wiping some of the blood from his mouth with an equally bloody hand. He made his way out of the bedroom, finding a sink and washing his face and claws as best as he could.
He returned to the bedroom, picking up the bow and armor and setting them on a nearby dresser. He glanced over at the carcass in the corner of the room before turning towards the bed. He was once again aware of how tired he was. And now that the bow was polished and there was no one in the house to bother him, maybe he would actually get a chance to rest. The wolf pulled himself onto the bed, dozing off in hardly any time at all.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 5, 2012 13:00:37 GMT -5
When Baxter woke up it was the afternoon and surprisingly enough nothing had changed. The room was exactly as it was when Baxter fell asleep, the carcass, picked nearly to the bone by Baxter was lying in its mess in the same corner it was previously. Baxter felt surprisingly refreshed, he could still feel the stings and pains of his ill treatment, but he also felt reinvigorated. Must have been something in the pony meat he ate, but he felt better than he has for days. Baxter couldn't explain it, except for the obvious possible explanation, ponies were magic, perhaps their meat had magical properties as well. Perhaps that theory would be worth checking out.
In the meanwhile he had a polished bow, still several hours to spare, and a much better mood after having taught that pony who was farther up the food chain. It occurred to him that perhaps using ponies as food was a far better idea than he believed it to be at first.
Either way, he had the choice to go anywhere at the moment. He could go join Ice Fang in the General staging area, go hit all of the pony businesses turned to recreational diamond dog hangouts or perhaps even go and nab him more pony snacks. He could of course always try and find something useful to do somewhere around the city. He still had a while to burn.
|
|
Baxter
Diamond Dogs
High Templar Winter Wolf
"Wars are not won by the weak-willed."
Posts: 238
|
Post by Baxter on Nov 5, 2012 13:21:54 GMT -5
Afternoon had arrived by the time Baxter had awoken, and he opened his eyes feeling much, much better. The remnants of his injuries hadn't gone away, but some sleep and a full stomach had gone a long way. Maybe it had something to do with the pony meat he had consumed.
The wolf stood up from the bed, crossing the room to pick up the bow and armor before descending the staircase. He quickly put on on the ragged piece of leather before stepping out, realizing that he still had several hours before he would need to be somewhere. He could always go back to Ice Fang early, but what the wolf tell him: to go off and do something else until he was needed? Besides, Ice Fang might be busy, and Baxter didn't want to interrupt him if he was.
The wolf really had no idea where to head next, but he wasn't going to sit inside a house for several more hours. The wolf began walking down the streets, looking for anywhere he might be able to burn some time. Maybe one of those recreational spots some of the dogs had put together. As long as those dogs hadn't been spreading word of what had happened in Ponyville.
Baxter straightened as the thought crossed his mind. Those dogs. He still had no idea how far and how quickly they had spread word of what had happened. Anywhere Baxter walked into could leave him surrounded by hostile dogs. But what else was he supposed to do? The wolf looked around, hoping he could find something of interest. Maybe there was somewhere he could just stand and watch whatever was going on there, without bringing too much attention to himself.
Eventually Baxter found such a place. It looked like what used to be some sort of general hang-out spot. Billiard tables, dart boards, card tables, probably a bar somewhere in there too. It seemed like a place Baxter could spend some time without having to worry too much about creating attention. The wolf walked over to the nearby building, opening one of the doors and stepping inside.
|
|
|
Post by Red Charge on Nov 5, 2012 13:56:53 GMT -5
He happened upon a group of Diamond Dog warrior veterans, clad in fine armor, playing to their hearts content and belittleing each other's achievements in battle. This group did not seem to associate with any of the lower castes. As Baxter entered eyes shot his way, but they possibly took his ragged armor as a sign of his participation in a large battle and his well crafted bow as a sign of rank, as they let him be. There were more than several female Diamond Dogs in as well, looking no less, if not more, fierce than the males. The hall was stacked with all sorts of entertainment, a sound system, several card and board game tables, some dogs in the corner were having rat races while a terrified pony was serving them all thick boiling honey cider laced with so much cinnamon that even the smell of it was enough to singe Baxter's whiskers.
"What'll it be?" Asked a dog from the side, a selector, "You gonna be in or out? We got all the fun right here for you. Cards, boards, females (if you can handle them) and rat races."
|
|