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Author Topic: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]  (Read 304 times)

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Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« on: July 05, 2017, 03:34:24 PM »
The inland sea always had a distinct whiff to it, somewhere between sulphur, salt, and dead fish. Orcish fisheries, crowded and swarming, clustered along its shores. Here, nestled safely in the dead center of the land, the pig-faced brutes seemed less alert, more concerned with harvesting the sea's bounty than looking out for invaders. After all, what shrakh-brained idiot would be dumb enough to venture this far into uruk territory?

As it turned out, a single shrakh-brained idiot was dumb enough, if only because she was as much a native of these black lands as they were.

The night air was cloying, heavy with the scents of butchered fish and campfire smoke. Bundled in her cloak, pale skin smeared with ash to darken it, Wyn darted from shadow to shadow. There weren't many orc about, at least relatively speaking. The bickering crowds from earlier today were gone, leaving just a few scattered souls and, of course, plenty of watchmen. These were the orcs she looked out for as she picked her way through alley and over rooftop, never daring to venture into the streets. Stealing food from the orcs always carried a deadly risk, but at the moment she had little other choice. There was a family depending on her, a man, his brother, and their aging mother, whom she had helped slip away from a nearby labor camp and squirreled away not far from the fishery. Rats and birds weren't cutting it, they needed more food if they were going to survive a trek to the mountains. She had found ways through, tiny crevices and gullies in the black rock, but it wouldn't matter if they starved on the way there.

And so, she made her careful way to the docks, knowing there were bound to be fish left out to dry, or at least some scraps to pilfer. Mordor law, she thought with a humorless grin. If it ain't nailed down, it's fair game. And even if it is nailed down, it's fair game to whoever can pry it loose. Following her nose, she peered over a stack of crates to see a butcher's station, abandoned for the night, with the bloody remains of a massive fish sprawled on the block. With a grin, she stepped carefully out of the shadows, only to dart back into them as guttural voices heralded the arrival of two night sentries. Cursing silently, she pressed herself against the crates and watched them pass. Their slurred words and unsteady steps were a telltale sign that they were already well into their nightly cups, but she wasn't about to risk trying to dodge them. They settled down next to a brazier near the fish, eliciting another round of mental swearing. Great. If they didn't decide to pick up and move somewhere else, she could be here all night. There would be no chance of escape once dawn came.

Mood souring even more than it already had, she sat down and leaned against the boxes, scanning the nearby docks and streets for something--anything--she could use as a diversion.

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2017, 03:42:38 PM »
Nyx had little to no (make that no!) intention of being a diversion! Unfortunaly the stinking (annoyed titling and literally!) Orcs to have come across her had no caring as to what the Warg wanted. Ok, true, she shouldn't have been slinking about these lands if she wanted to remain unseen, but...it was that old thought of the Warg's that she could handle anything and didn't need to fear anything. Walking by and through Orc territory unseen was just a bonus and pride point and she could gloat to others of theirs later on it and a million other things!

Ok...a few other things. Which was why she was taking such risks and so close to Orc territory. There was no altruistic act here, that would have been a waste of time and Fittest Survived for a reason! Nyx was on her own hunting and savaging mission also, unaware a scrawny sneaking Man she would have at first taken for another Orc was about the same.

Only one of them got caught.

Crouched behind her own stack and pile of rubbish to aid her, the Warg peered out at and then slipped out to quickly snatch a measly bit of meat all in all, and for one such as her, but again it was something and when one was a rogue they didn't pass up 'something', and not if annoying Orcs was in the balance! It was important to the one she took it from and that helped!

Giving a smile, always the bad kind of smile from her muzzle, the Warg turned to slip back off, only found herself paused and stopped by two of the one's friends. They at first didn't get the situation, being just as startled by her it seemed, but then the meat and their companion coming scrounging around for it aided putting the whole thing together...though Orcs were still slow about that and Nyx had a good few moments head start in darting off, it just was quickly amended.

Nyx felt sure that the amount of Orc to next come surging out for the sole purpose of catching her had not been about before! They couldn't have been! They also had somehow gotten smarter than she recalled, or for some reason kept a good distance behind her even without their own slave Wargs and even though she turned and dogged and evaded.

Rope was just insult on injury! Especially feeling it somehow close about her! Nyx snarled and snapped and threw black curses, but it didn't change the outcome and soon an infuriating cage was added to her misfortune.

"She speaks too! This is a catch"

"Ya know I heard Azog hi'self lost one a'these, imagine us catching that one"

"Ah, ya lie!"

Whether they believed she was one of Gundabad's escaped denizens or not was not important to how securely they had her and so Nyx let the conversation go by, only focusing on trying to bite the metal about her. It didn't work though and even when they were done gloating (for that was what all of their words sounded like in Nyx's situation) and she was left alone she couldn't get any further progress with her escape. This only made her snarl more infuriated. "I will gut every last one of you!" she snarled to any who could hear, but of course they paid no mind.

The Warg lowered her head to her paws again and glared out at the landscape. How to get out of here...

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2017, 08:15:53 PM »
Nothing, nothing, aaaaand...

A great big pile of nothing.

Search as she might, there didn't seem to be anything within the immediate vincinity that she could have used to lure away the two sentries--just boxes and barrels of half-dried half-rotten fish.

Wyn groaned quietly, drawing her knees up and resting her head atop them. She was not coming back empty-handed, not when there were three people depending on her. If she had to spend the whole night hunting out on the steppes, then fine. She had weathered worse.

She was just about to slip back into the alley and retrace her steps out of the fishery when movement caught her eye. Instinctively, she froze, one hand straying up to her knife as her eyes searched for the disturbance's origin. There was a cage on the docks not far away, the kind orcs often used when transporting animals for pit-fights. She had assumed it to be empty, but realized now that there was a big lump of...something...within it. Probably some poor caragor on it's way to a pit. Not that she had much sympathy for the beasts who had tried to eat her on more than one occasion, but it wasn't right to resign such an amazing predator to such a miserable fate.

And then, as she glanced from cage back to campfire, a deliciously-devlish idea took hold. She was looking for a distraction, and what better distraction than to release a hungry and possibly quite pissed-off beastie in the middle of the fishery?

With one last careful look back at the sentries, Wyn began the task of creeping up to the cage. She chose her steps carefully, remaining in the shadows and out of sight. When she had to cross the pier, she did so quickly, footfalls light as a cat's. Coming up to the cage, she realized that her guess had been wrong. This was no caragor, but instead a full-grown warg. Wyn hesitated, puzzled as to why orcs would cage one of the wolflike beasts. Weren't they in some sort of strange alliance?

With luck, however, this wouldn't impact her plans. Now she just had to get the beast out without it raising the alarm and/or ripping her to shreds. With a final intake of breath to steady herself, she crept up to the rusted door and began rummaging in the tattered pockets tied to her belt, finally pulling out a few pieces of slender, twisted metal. Her plan was to pick the cage's lock, then open the door while keeping it between her and the wolf. Hopefully, it would go for the orcs rather than try to get at her. She doubted the hairy brute would understand what she was doing, let alone consider not mauling her to death, but it was worth a shot. It hadn't occured to her that there was more to this particular warg than met the eye.

Still keeping an eye on the warg, she knelt and began picking the lock with her improvised tools, all the while remaining alert to any noises behind her.

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #3 on: July 11, 2017, 01:34:02 AM »
{Sorry this reply seems so short ^^}

Nyx, also, was facing glaring and frustrating defeat! No matter how much she bit and tugged at the bars, they remained not only in tact but not even bent! What did these Orcs make them out of anyway! And when had they gotten so smart...?

Clearly this cage was built to accommodate an animal of about her size and stength, with ramming said cage at least, if it didn't budge any throughout all of that. What animal was a consideration for after she was out of here and far away from this close a proximity to Orcs.

She was not going to be made a slave again, she would kill all these that tried first!

Of course, deep down, was the nagging fear that she wouldn't, that these Orcs would succeed, even in killing her if the fight went wrong. Nyx would hardly admit this, even to herself, yet still she bit and rammed at the bars with a determination that was hard explained otherwise. Animal instinct mixed with too much logic.

This had been the last few hours, though, now the Warg rested in a fully defeated posture and laid with her head on her paws. Only for the moment, and resting before a next desperate attempt at escape. It was too hard to try to not contemplate all of the repercussions of if she didn't in such a still moment, and so instead Nyx turned the hard avoided thought to what she would do to said Orcs when next they approached the cage.

Speaking of which! The Warg was so engrossed in these thoughts, that she didn't notice someone approaching until she heard them right up on her! Not boldly opening the lock, though, but a soft picking, Nyx noticed even as she turned to the being crouched near the cage. Another Orc was the first thought she had, before scent made it to her. She smelled like the landscape but also...not like an Orc.

Man? Somehow this annoyed Nyx more. "What do you want, Man?", she growled lowly, careful to keep her voice and herself unnoticed in whatever this Man wanted also and for her own sake, showing she knew this one's Race by her statement even as she asked, her eyes narrowing to regard her visitor.

Of course freeing her was a very obvious answer, but Nyx didn't trust that at face value. She hadn't gotten as far as she had to this point (capture aside) by being foolish!

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #4 on: July 11, 2017, 02:26:50 AM »
(No worries! Usually, my first one or two posts in a thread are longer than normal.)

Orcs may have been skilled at forging weapons and armor, at least for the higher-ranked soldiers, but their craftsmanship was sorely lacking in most other areas. To Wyn's great benefit, uruk locks were often extremely shoddy, easily teased open with a few bent pieces of metal. Here, however, rain and seaspray had served to coat the cage and its lock in rust and salt, making her task a bit tougher. Despite her caution towards the cage's occupant, most of her attention was focused on coaxing the lock to open, and so she missed the slight movement as the beast stirred.

A harsh, rasping voice was a lot harder to miss, however.

Wyn jolted at the sound, and a quiet snap echoed from within the lock as the sliver of metal she was holding broke in two. Her first instinct was that an orc had discovered her, but a moment later she realized that it hadn't been an orc's voice at all. They spoke in harsh, guttural, and distinctively-masculine tones. This had sounded almost like a woman, albeit one with a rather mangled throat. Furthermore, had it in fact been an orc, there would have been blows or blades raining on her by now. Aside from nearly giving her a heart attack, the speaker had not harmed her...yet.

Heart still hammering in her chest, Wyn stared at the source of the voice, which turned out to be none other than the very warg before her, now awake and glaring at her with steely eyes.

It took her a moment to find her own voice, her mind scrambling to make sense of this new fact. "You talked." she stated at least, tone dull from shock. Wyn's own voice carried a fair bit of rasp herself, though mostly from disuse. Since when did wargs talk? Was that why this one was caged? Some sort of mutant?

It took an additional moment to realize that the warg had asked her a question. Despite the shock, Wyn was a rather pragmatic sort, and this new development hadn't yet put a stop to her initial plan. "Was trying to get those two sentries to leave," she replied, dropping her voice to a near-whisper. She tossed her head in the direction of the campfire and its two attendants on the other side of the dock. "Figured a beast running loose was as good a distraction as any." If this creature could speak, and assumedly think, however, then things might have just gotten more complicated. Now there was even less certainty in whether or not the warg would do what she needed it to. Offering to let it out of the cage could potentially work as a bribe, but how could she be sure it wouldn't immediately turn on her, or worse, sound the alarm? This was an orc's beast, after all.
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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #5 on: July 13, 2017, 11:19:23 PM »
The human working at the lock started (breaking said pick in the process even) and glanced around,  trying to suss out the source of the voice, it seemed, and not realizing it came from right in front of her. Nyx was used to most beings not expecting her to talk, and honestly hadn't intended exactly to let the secret out so fast (prior yelling at the hoards aside), yet she also didn't see any harm in it either. At least she wasn't concerned with repercussions of her secret being out, that was for the few birds and squirrels who might have such and were vulnerable. Nyx told herself she could handle anything to come her way...fact of her now being in a cage aside...

"You talked.", the female said, her voice lending that info also though it too had an edge. Nyx refrained from sarcastically answering if only to keep on track and aid this one aiding with her escape.

"Yeah, more of us could do it too if we put our minds to it so not surprising I'm probably the first you've heard", she instead muttered.

"Was trying to get those two sentries to leave,", came the answer to what she'd asked, and then more, "Figured a beast running loose was as good a distraction as any."

Nyx honestly didn't know how to take this! Her eyes narrowed a bit more as she considered, but the lack of a growl meant she hadn't taken it as fully offensive just yet.

It wasn't a bad plan...except for the fact that she would be the bait, open to capture once more!

"Well, now that you know I can think through your plan, it seems to me I'd be taking the risk of recapture while you...did whatever this plan is for...", though maybe that would mean they were both in danger...and a risk of recapture was still above captured already...and a scenario that would happen whenever these Orcs, or whoever, opened the cage. And maybe with more Orcs about, it and further set ups were unknown. Ugh, she hated unknowns!

"But I'll take the risk, proceed", the Warg whispered again in Westron, which she'd used before, almost in gloating she could even as she kept her voice low.

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #6 on: July 19, 2017, 03:38:13 AM »
The warg seemed more bemused by her shock than anything else, making some offhanded remark about others being able to speak if they would only bother to try. She had known that wargs were dangerously intelligent, at least compared to mundane wolves, but she hadn't believed them capable of coherent speech. Apparently, that was because most of them were too stupid to talk, at least according to this one.

She could practically see the gears turning in the beast's mind as it digested her proposed plan. She didn't seem at all enthusiastic, something Wyn wasn't surprised by in the least. The wolf had no reason whatsoever to put herself in harm's way for the sake of a stranger, especially if that stranger was a scrawny pinkskin. She indirectly asked for the ultimate goal of this plan, and Wyn shrugged, darting another look over her shoulder to make sure that this little meeting wasn't about to be discovered. "Why else? For food." Hopefully that was something the predatory beast could get behind. "There's a big fish half-butchered on the block beside them, and I've got mouths to feed."

To her relief, however, the warg seemed not to take enough issue with the plan to try and stop her. She wasn't the type to smile often (or ever, really) but a grin of anticipation still managed to flash briefly across her face. It wasn't every day she got to sic an apex carnivore on her enemies. "Tell you what," she said, rummaging in the bag tied to her belt for another lockpick, "You help me here, and once I've got the meat, I'll lead you all the way out of the fishery. There's a gap in the palisade not far from here--s'how I got in in the first place."

She slipped the piece of petal into the lock and resumed teasing at it, until the corroded hunk of metal finally popped open. Setting down the lock carefully, she stood up and wrapped her fingers around the jagged iron bars of the cage door. Her eyes were kept bolted to the warg, a hint of uncertainty brewing behind them. She didn't have much choice other than to trust the creature, but that didn't mean she was enthusiastic about it. "Try not to make much noise," she whispered. "And don't let them make any noise either. If they raise the alarm, we'll be up to our eyes in orcs."

With a last breath to steady herself, she stepped away and pulled the cage door open with her, wincing at the creak of metal on metal. Keeping the door between her and the warg, she waited apprehensively to see if the beast would keep to her word.

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #7 on: July 21, 2017, 03:20:01 PM »
Food was the stated purpose to all of this sneaking and letting loose of a Warg planning. It was not a bad reason, all in all, and yes, Nyx could get behind it, but still ever cautious, she continued to size up the situation and her rescuer.

"There's a big fish half-butchered on the block beside them, and I've got mouths to feed."

Oh, so the food wasn't for her alone, how odd...

Nyx was only being a bit sarcastic with this thought, honestly she could understand that also, or thought she could. The Warg mistakenly assumed this Man meant for little ones of her own. That she was feeding someone else's little ones and them was just unfathomable to her, or would be if she knew.

Such altruism could cost one their own life in surviving!

The female grinned like some pup as Nyx didn't shoot down the plan. Whatever got that gate open though, Nyx was all for! Within reason.

"Tell you what, You help me here, and once I've got the meat, I'll lead you all the way out of the fishery. There's a gap in the palisade not far from here--s'how I got in in the first place."

With grabbing up some of the fish along the way?, Nyx only vaguely wondered. She understood the need of getting out of here being more important even in her own planning than grabbing up morsels from the Orcs.

The Warg only nodded her further consent with this plan. Ugh, to even need this human again in the first place!, but it couldn't be helped.

"Try not to make much noise, And don't let them make any noise either. If they raise the alarm, we'll be up to our eyes in orcs."

If it weren't for the rush of the moment, Nyx might have scoffed out, and how was she supposed to avoid them making noise?! She got the meaning though, don't alert them.

The door swung to, and Nyx slowly stepped out. She could feel the human female's nervousness and after a glance in her direction, glanced the other way next. "Alright, where's this fishery?", she whispered.

All she needed really was this human's aid in being another set of eyes, if worse came to worse she was sure she could fight her way out...and yes maybe help her rescuer, if it wasn't too risky. She was still a Warg, and gratitude could be risky.

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #8 on: August 30, 2017, 05:13:53 AM »
As the she-warg stepped out of her cage, Wyn realized that there was a massive difference between facing down a slavering carnivore with a set of metal bars confining them, and one that was free to run rampant. She suppressed a shiver as the massive wolf swung her head to look at her, realizing that the thing practically dwarfed her. Her coat was an intricate marbling of dark and light, almost beautiful if it hadn't been attached to something so monstrous.

The warg was waiting on her direction, however, and she snapped out of her daze with a few blinks. "Follow me," she murmured, turning (hesitantly) to lead the way back to the fishery. The dock paths were tangled and dark, but trying to sneak a warg through the fishery made her nervous nevertheless--both from the potential for discovery and the potential for the beast to sink her fangs into Wyn's back.

They managed to make it to the butcher's block without incident, mercifully, and Wyn led the wolf to hunker down behind the same crates she had used before. Peering between a gap in the boxes, she noted that the fish, almost as long as her warg companion, was still there, as were the two sentries by their brazier nearby. "They're over there," she whispered, hooking a thumb in their direction. "Kill them or lure them away, I don't care. Just don't let them raise the alarm. Once they're out of the way, I'll cut as much meat off that fish as I can fit in my bag, then we'll get the hell out of here."

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #9 on: September 01, 2017, 01:43:18 AM »
If your mother could see you now!

Nyx was just thankful no other Wargs (much as they were all generally mindless slaves) could, and of course her mother couldn't know anything thanks to accursed Dwarves and Orcs!

The human's discomfort was plain to see, and she seemed to rethink her hasty move in freeing the Warg. Nyx awaited an attempt at fixing this by either turning against her or sounding an alarm, but if anything the girl was more frightened of her, and wouldn't go sounding any alarms for her own sake.

She soon seemed to recover, and got back to the plan at hand.

"Follow me,"

Again, Nyx was left little choice and did so, keeping an eye and nose out for any who might discover them.

This female also seemed to trust to perhaps their precarious situation more than her, slinking in front, and in a very good biting position, of Nyx.

Nyx wasn't about to ensure she sounded an alarm though, and so just moved silently along behind. The human had said something about going to the fishery for a way out, but still the boxes slightly surprised the Warg as the girl made for them. She glanced them over, feeling sure they were not enough to hide her, but another glance showed they had just the right shape.

Feeling worse and worse about this, but with little other option, Nyx crept after, next peering. The fish was a very enticing reward for all this!

Her...rescuer was whispering and pointing though.

"They're over there...Kill them or lure them away, I don't care. Just don't let them raise the alarm. Once they're out of the way, I'll cut as much meat off that fish as I can fit in my bag, then we'll get the hell out of here."

Oh right...the reason she was let loose, if not for risky altruism; to take out the sentries. Nyx sized up the Orcs, if it was too risky she'd tell the girl thank you very much (maybe) and leave the fish to her, and take her chances. But no, it was the best way, she could see that also.

"I don't take orders...but lucky for you I agree with this plan", Nyx growled low in her throat, before focusing her attention on the sentries once more. She turned to face them and crept forward, slow, and ever scanning for if her cover were blown now that she had no cover. She would have to be quick though, it wasn't going to be forever that the two would not notice a Warg creeping up on them, though her pads made no noise.

As soon as Nyx caught the slightest hint of a head movement, she pounced! The one was bitten so as to hinder his calling out while the other she saw to with her paw before ensuring. In short order the risk of any others hearing was dealt with. Nyx stepped aside from the two now dead orcs and scanned for her...companion, yet only halfway, still sniffing and looking for any other orcs who might surprise them. "Alright as thanks for saving me, you have ten seconds to work before I take what I can of the fish, and you with it if you try to fight me", she still kept the timbre of her voice low to avoid detection. Of course, even she couldn't take all of the fish even if she'd wanted, it was just too massive, but she wasn't about to say so to the human!

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #10 on: September 05, 2017, 10:06:14 PM »
The warg agreed to her plan, however obstinately, and a sardonic grin quirked under Wyn's cowl. Despite the she-wolf's hostility, and against her own caution about working with her, Wyn was almost starting to like the beast--and not just for her apparent enmity with orcs, either. There was something about the warg's defiant ferocity, so different from the mindless brutality of the uruks or the broken timidity of the slave-farmers, that resonated with the battled-scared woman.

She watched as the wolf stalked towards her quarry, silent as death despite her bulk. Her unfortunate prey never stood a chance--one was killed by a crushing bite to the neck while the other was knocked to the ground by a taloned paw. A hoarse shriek was all he managed before Nyx's jaws came down on him now, putting an end to the monster's life. The fight was over before it had begun, and it took Wyn a moment to recover from witnessing such deadly prowess. She was deeply grateful that, at least for the moment, the wolf was on her side.

The immediate threat may have been dealt with, but there was still no time to waste. She dashed up to the butcher's block, drew one of her knives, and set to work. Cuts of pinkish meat were sliced off the carcass with practiced efficiency, to be stashed in the ragged satchel she wore. This close to the carcass, the pungent sea-smell was overpowering, but it set her stomach growling nevertheless. If she actually survived this, she and her companions would eat well tonight.

The warg growled at her to finish and step aside, causing the smirk to return briefly. "Eat me, and I'll stick in your throat worse than any fishbone ever could," she shot back over her shoulder, nevertheless hurrying her work. She lifted her head to glance briefly at the wolf, something akin to contemplation visible in her eyes before she turned away and sliced off one final piece, an excellent cut of dark meat. With her satchel stuffed to the brim, she stepped away from the block to allow the warg access to the fish if she so desired. "I'd eat fast if I were you," she murmured, casting a cautious glance down the docks. "Or better yet, grab and go. No telling if there's more uruk on the way."
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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #11 on: September 10, 2017, 11:21:20 PM »
Nyx tried to shake off wondering, yet again, why she was doing this. Or more weighing her own options and deeply uncomfortable with the amount of time this was taking and all the unknowns of said plan in progress. The Warg had already gone over and over all the variables, even before exiting the cage, and knew why she was doing this, but still, that didn't have to equate to her predator's survival senses not tingling still.

"Eat me, and I'll stick in your throat worse than any fishbone ever could,"

Was the human bantering back?! Nyx glanced to her briefly, caught between rolling her eyes and...semi-being surprised, perhaps, at her standing up to the threat atleast a bit (in the end she scoffed and shook her head). Probably that false sense that somehow believed she wouldn't eat the girl just because she was cooperating for mutual benefit. Nyx was smart though (she thought, in truth she had too much brashness also which had lead to her being here) if this human wanted to help her escape she'd help that along.

"I'd eat fast if I were you, Or better yet, grab and go. No telling if there's more uruk on the way."

Nyx didn not need a mere child of Man telling her what to do and how to go about this! They were close, so close, also...once this was completed there was every chance she could get away. Nyx glanced once more, sniffing as well, still to much Uruk to be comfortable with but not immediate threat, not yet. The last option of what the Warg didn't need told her still seemed the best. Nyx wrapped her jaws around the fish, too much to not hinder running. If this weren't making an escape she'd take the whole rest, as it was she bit it in a bit more than half, taking most and only leaving a little stump of a tail, but it was now a comfortable fit in her jaws.

The Warg backed, scanning, and preparing her back legs. Yep they were done here, quick escape time. Without a word, the Warg bounded off, trusting the human to see to herself, and actually, for all intents and purposes viewing their partnership as done. She'd let her take part of a kill that could have been rightfully claimed as all the Wargs for the Orcs trouble, the human wasn't owed more for letting her free. She only came across one Orc, sort of a perimeter scout she supposed, and he started up and seemed to protest before she swat him aside with a skillful turn and bat with a back paw as she bounded over and past him and into freedom once more.

{And she's gonna disappear now unless Wyn has anything to say about it. Sorry, gratitude is not this one's strong suit or...anywhere in her repertoire :D}

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Re: Enemy of my Enemy [Nyx/Open]
« Reply #12 on: September 14, 2017, 05:31:37 PM »
(That's fine xD)

The warg made short work of the fish, shearing through flesh and bone and dragging off the majority of the carcass, leaving only the tail, as if to mock the fishery's futile efforts to keep their catch. Spiteful satisfaction welled up within her. Two dead guards, an escaped warg, and a hearty meal stolen right from under her foes' noses. Not bad for a night's work, not bad at all.

No sooner had the warg claimed her part of the fish, however, did she disappear back into the shadows, bounding away down the docks. "Hey--wait!" Wyn hissed after her, too late. "The gap's over...this way." Well, whatever. If the warg wanted to find her own way out, who was she to stop her? With a philosophical shrug, she turned her back on the butcher's block and went to find her own escape. While the wolf loped through the alleyways, Wyn took the higher path, scrambling up a shaky bit of scaffolding to clamber onto the roof of a building. From there, she traversed the rooftops, leaping over the streets below as nimbly as any trained padfoot. Once she heard a disturbance in the distance and paused, but when nothing further was forthcoming, she continued on her way. The fishery was encircled by a palisade of timber, sharpened into spikes at the tops and cracked from years of exposure to sea air. A brief drop, a rough landing, and she was back on the ground. The gap in the wall she had come through originally was still there, and she wriggled her way between the timbers to pop out the other side. Her laughter was lost to the night as she disappeared into the fens, eager to share her ill-gotten gains and a new tale with her fellow escapees.

-exit Wyn-
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