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It was like watching the wind blow through a hollow tree. Koume was sure if she stayed quiet and really focused her hearing, she'd be able to hear a whistle. Whatever brains he was suppose to have must have gone into his stupid muscles. She wouldn't be surprised if that's where his brain was really being held.
"If I stood still! Muscles are nothing if you don't have the speed to match it! You got lucky the first time you caught me, don't think you'll be so lucky the next time around." Koume crossed her arms and huffed, forcing her back straighter in order to give herself a few extra intimidating centimeters. Not that it would make a difference to him. Everyone probably looked like kids to the walking dog tree.
Kenta held his belly as he let out a hearty laugh, “Wahaw-haw-haw! If you say so, kid!” He readjusted the boar on his shoulders, “We should do some proper wrestlin’ later when we get back home! Get yer tough side up out of a knot... oh, shoot!”
He hadn’t realized it, but the rest of the pack had already bounded away with great speed while he was distracted.
“We have to catch up, Koume !” the wolfskin proclaimed, “Let’s see if your speed is everything you say it is!” In the next instant, he began to bound forward like a dog, the boar carcass bouncing on his back as if an accessory on his body.
Naturally, he checked behind himself to see if the younger wolfskin was following after him.
Koume's stance didn't let up, but her face had. Cheeks puffed out and tinted red, head quickly whipped in the opposite direction of Kenta, her face had scrunched into an angry pout. Though she would never call it a pout, nor she would ever let someone actually see her make that face. Kid? Tiny? She'd really have to put up a good fight if she wanted to prove her worth. The new motivation had a toothy grin slowly grow across her face as she turned back to the giant. "You're on! I hope you're ready to lose to someone less than half your height!"
The statement had her scoffing. Of course her speed was everything she claimed it to be! She was a gifted liar, sure, but she would never lie about the things she worked hard to improve. Not that she would tell him that. Not that he would actually understand. That was fine with her though, words were useless against actions. Koume readjusted her bag and tightened her bow once more before chasing after him. If she wasn't consumed with the overwhelming need to win, she would've felt a bit of comfort in seeing someone sharing her way of running. Was it a common thing for Wolfskin to run like this? Running on two's felt uncomfortable. She couldn't imagine how everyone managed to do it for so long. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the meathead giving her weird looks.
Pulling up to run alongside the other Wolfskin, Koume struggled to keep a smug smirk off her face. She'd save that for her victory.
Kenta had not realized that Koume had caught to him already, that is, not until he saw her two feet ahead of him.
“Whoa-whoa-whoa! Nob badth!” the big wolfskin laughed, his tongue began to pant out of his mouth. He was really feeling that competition, now, so much so that he began to pool his strength into his arms and legs!
Naturally, the boar he was carrying had fallen off his back, and he only realized it when they were already some distance away.
“ACK!” Kenta gasped, he immediately turned right around and bounded the other direction to retrieve the boar.
At the same time, not to his knowledge, a number of smaller shadows moved among the forest floor...
The compliment had stroked her ego and pushed her to win even more. The other Wolfskin looked like he was finally taking her seriously. Good. The moment he pulled ahead of her was the moment everything else was shut out. It was only her and the path ahead. Even when he disappeared from her peripheral vision did she not break her focus. No, what got her to break focus was the misjudgment of distance between her cloak and a spiked branch. The tug had not only pulled her back, forcing out a choked yelp, but also got her to lose a single boot. Her poor lace tying was no match against the momentum. Her fingers worked gently to remove and inspect the bright cloak, the action betraying the sour look on her face. The boot was found with much less grace (and dignity, considering the one footed hopping she had to do). The laces were tugged and pulled violently until her eyes found the shadows that moved on the floor. The discovery led her to another: meathead wasn't behind her anymore. Koume liked to think she was fast but thinking she was fast enough to leave him in the dust was stupid.
"Hey, meat for brains, where'd ya go?" Koume called out as she quickly backtracked through the forest, eyeing the shadows carefully. The first Wolfskin she meets in her entire life, and she loses him. Fantastic. At least his smell, in combination with the boar's, was easy to track.
"You ain't the mountain tribe," Kenta growled, "Just you fellas being here is desecratin' our sacred hunting ground."
The creatures that revealed themselves before the tall wolfskin were not even remotely native. They were large, sporting teeth that grew from their lips and a mane of hide. Their eyes held a violent, unshakeable bloodlust, and by no means did they appear to back down from the wolfskin's own intimidating presence. There was no mistaking it, they were Mauthe Doogs.
Between the two parties was the mangled boar, which continued to release its iron-scented stench.
"Tch, not even gonna talk back?" he smiled, baring his sharp canines as he pound his fists together, "Fine." His body curled inward, and in a flash of light a monster with huge, trunk-like arms, white, scale-like fur, and a rage-filled, wolf-like iron mask appeared before them.
He raised his head to the sky, and his great arms curling and fingers clenching, emitted a loud, metallic howl from his helm. Koume
"If I have to ask once more time--" The question had been cut off by an all too familiar sound. Something she had only heard coming from herself after winning a particularly difficult fight; monstrous body littered with fresh wounds that would eventually become another scar to her collection. As much as she enjoyed being so strong and powerful, that form had been reserved for battles she was severely outnumbered or out-powered in. Which, she won't admit, was a great deal of them. If the Meathead had shifted, that couldn't have been good. Koume hated running on twos but with her hands scrambling to find her lucky rock in the mess of her bag, she had no other option.
Her second form was impressive by her standards. Seeing Kenta's brought a sense of awe along followed by a pang of jealously. It made sense that he would be gigantic in this other form, but did he have to be that gigantic? Even now, newly transformed, she still felt like a child. It took til the end of his howl for her to notice what had brought on the change in the first place.
Koume had never seen creatures like these before. Not even when she had explored too far into the forests surrounding her home. Not even when she had gotten lost on several occasions in Nohr. She had seen many creatures throughout her journeys but at least she had heard warnings about those. This was new and it was terrifying. The fear kept her rooted for a moment before she felt herself move again. How pathetic, getting scared over something like this. Her growing anger ate away at the fear and before she could begin to register what was happening, the wolfskin charged towards the Doogs.
The struggle for dominance thus began as the Mauthe Doogs bolted forth with jaws gaping and claws slashing.
Kenta took three of them head-on, clobbering one in the head while swinging his fist and smashing another in the ribs. The third one leapt up and latched its maw onto his shoulder, only for the wolfskin to reach over and pull until its lower jaw snapped out of joint, then throw it a fair distance away. The one he struck on the head was thrown over his shoulder and crushed under his weight, and the other with the injured ribs had its neck twisted the other direction. However, the fight was far from over as six more proceeded to engage him at the same time.
“C’MON!” the wolfskin roared as he was tackled by jaws and teeth, “RAAAAAARGH!” Koume
Koume couldn't remember the last time she fought like this, or if she ever had a fight like this at all. The intensity, the rage, the bloodthirst; every fight she's fought had been to survive but this fight was truly for survival. Every fight she's had had always been fought like it was her last. These realizations hit her harder than the bites she was taking, and it was beginning to dawn on her that this fight might honestly be her last. The fear from before began to flow again, stiffening her limbs before being overrun by adrenaline. Koume wasn't a blind fighter by any means, yet at this moment she clawed and dug her teeth into anything that was within her reach.
It took her a moment to register that what was attacking her had been lying on the ground in a tangled heap. One more moment to turn and realize just how many had been attacking Kenta. Koume shot off towards the literal dog pile, gaining what speed she could before launching herself and tackling two of the Doogs off the giant Wolfskin.
Chunks of hardened hair were torn off the wolfskin’s body, yet Kenta, in his growing rage continued to club and claw at the Mauthe Doogs, yet it was clear that his fatigue was showing. However, at that moment of weakness, two of the hounds were torn from his body. Looking up, Kenta saw another transformed wolfskin, fighting with such aggression!
Koume?
The sight of her struggle caused his strength to bolster, and his body stood once more as he violently shrugged off his attackers. “HrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAGH!!!” In his fit of rage, the wolfskin found his second wind and tackled another Mauthe Doog, tearing its body asunder with the strength of his arms. Two others he swiftly pounced upon and seized two of them by their limbs, lifting their bodies into the air to use as weapons to pound the third into the ground. He began to spin in place, smashing the doogs into trees and snapping the lumber into two, and by the end of his attack, he threw the the limp bodies of the demon hounds into a tree.
With them dispatched, the hulking, bloody wolfskin turned to Koume to see how she faired in her own challenge.
It was easy to keep fighting when the presence of pain was absent. Koume could feel the teeth digging into her side, how they dragged and pulled against the muscle they sunk into, but the fire that crawled through her body was muted. It throbbed and pulsated with every quick beat of her heart, yet it was still muffled, and she was thankful for that. It was so easy to fight then, almost stupidly easy, so why now was it getting harder? She grit her teeth before clamping down on the doog in front of her. The other remained on the ground underneath them, unmoving, head bleeding from the collision it had with the tree's unearthed root.
Koume slashed her claws at the doog's face and bit at it's neck. She hated resorting to such low fighting methods to win but with the pain starting to creep into the fuzzy corners of her mind, she was in no place to fight honorably anymore. She dug her teeth deeper and deeper until the vibrations of the creature's vocal cords hummed against her mouth. Jaw locked and claws securely into the doog's face, Koume tore what she could away from the throat.
The sharp taste of blood filled her mouth. It's metallic scent filled her nose. Koume felt the pain starting to set in, starting from her sides and working it's way throughout the rest of her body. Her breathing was hard as she sunk to her knees. She was alive and in one piece. One look in her peripherals told her that the meat head was alive and well too. Despite the victory, she couldn't feel the need to celebrate as she always did. Transforming back to her human state was excruciatingly painful, and it took all her will power not to scream out. She swallowed her pain and stood, shifting slowly over to Kenta.
"We're gonna have so many awesome scars after this, huh? You should thank me for taking care of those other two! I bet you would've been dead if it wasn't for me--" Koume's leg wobbled upon taking her first step and she sneered at how quickly her body was buckling. Pathetic. She quickly straightened herself out and returned her neutral face back in place. "We should go find the others. They might be worried about you, meat head, and your mother is too nice for that kinda stress."
Kenta simply stared back beneath his metallic mask. His arms hung limp on his sides and his body slowly knelt forward. Eventually, there was a flash of light as he transformed back into his semi-human state. His body was indeed a mess, with skin broken and bleeding from head to heel. What clothing he had was ultimately torn apart aside from his worn pants.
He tried to smile, but the pain contorted his cheeks first as his body shivered. “Ssscars... yeah...” he managed to eek out between grit teeth, “... Th... thanks... kid...” He turned around, revealing the numerous claw gashes and bite marks he had sustained. “You-hnrrgh... ain’t half bad...”
Kenta’s vision wavered as he dragged his feet toward the dead boar. There was still something he had to do. Koume
"After all that, you still call me 'kid'? Really?" A pained laugh forced itself out of Koume. She wanted to be upset. She wanted to stomp over to him and slap one of the many gashes he had on his back even if it would further open her own wounds. She wanted to, yet she couldn't bring herself to do it. They had just won a battle together. How could she do something like that now? Keyword being now. For now he was safe from her vicious little hands. For now, Koume huffed out another laugh that brought about a shaky cough that filled her body with pain. "And of course I ain't half bad, I'm great! But yeah, I suppose you were pretty okay too."
As Koume did her eyes, ears, and tail check, she noticed the man moving towards the boar. It was strange how quickly she had forgotten about it. She frowned and began moving herself to the dead creature as well. "I hope you're not plannin' to carry that by yourself, meathead. You'll only get yourself more hurt if you put yourself like that."
And with that said, Koume moved to one side of the boar and waited. Her hands gripped it's back legs. The pained expression was swallowed down and replaced with a wobbly version of her smug grin. "Hurry it up or I'll leave ya in the dust again!"
"Psh..." was all Kenta managed for a short, curt reply.
The wolfskin crouched down whilst groaning, wrapping his hands tightly around the front legs of the boar. With Koume's assistance, little as he would assume, they would drag the carcass across the floor in the direction of the wolf's den.
"Y'know..." he grunted, "... I think you 'n' me would make a good team. I think... yeah, I think we can take on whatever the world throws our way if we put our minds to it."
There was an unusual, heartfelt certainty in his shaken voice.
It took Koume a long moment before she answered. The pain made her ears rings and most of her attention had been put into not toppling over but, unfortunately, she had heard every word. Her face scrunched in thought. Meathead didn't seem like the type to trick people into feeling secure. In all honestly Koume doubted he had not only the ability, but the knowledge to do it in the first place. He seemed too much like an open book. She couldn't just jump at the thought of teaming up with someone just because they were like her, even if she really wanted to. She couldn't deny that what they had just accomplished was impressive. She couldn't deny that his thought was actually something she wanted to believe in. Koume gave a weak smile and agreed, adjusting her grip around the boar's legs. "So long as you don't drag me down, teaming up every now and again could be pretty fun."
"The world's got nothing on us. You hear that world? Ya ain't shit!" The girl raised her voice only to cause another full body cough. She winced briefly before releasing a shaky breath. The time it was going to take until she was healed would be agony.
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