ORIGIN - GIMME GIMME GIMME GIMME

Pelt howled with rage as Forgraves snatched the gel balls away. How DARE this tiny, pathetic fox defy HER, a MASSIVE DEADLY PREDATOR? She'd EAT HIM AS AN APPETIZER if she had to. But even the thought of flesh and the taste of blood in her mouth seemed lackluster seemed to the gloriousness of the orange gel balls. She HAD to get those. She needed ALL OF THEM.

"GIVE ME THOSE ORANGE BALLS!" she shrieked, lunging for Forgraves and his pouches, mouth open wide and poised to snap closed over whatever she could reach. "You will NOT keep them from me! NO ONE WILL! I'LL CRUSH EVERYONE IN MY WAY!"

She barely even noticed as Patty, the crowd, and the cacophony of thoughts departed. They didn't MATTER. What was some stupid suicidal mission next to these heavenly balls? They were like ambrosia. A much better reward than any the Blacksmith or Farina could offer.

@Forgraves

Action. Thought. "Speech."

Forgraves had basically all but fled from the area. he had totally forgotten the effects of things made in that cursed flask. helpful yes, annoying definitely, but now he might even get injured. perfect. totally how he wanted his day to go!

he dragged the bag containing the rest of the orbs, which admittedly wasn't many after everyone had grabbed theirs, so it was light, but it still slowed him down enough to be terrifying.

unfortunately, he failed to notice pelt's lunging before it was too late, his leg, aswell as part of the bag itself being pulled down roughly, yelping at the pain, trying to scramble away. FUCK that hurt! he wasn't even entirely sure pelt wouldn't just end up breaking his leg.

at the back of his mind, he worried, because he didn't want pelt eating something she shouldn't on accident, which while that included him, also included the several bags of poison!!!! he didn't want her to die, strangely enough!

@Pelt

Pelt felt a savage sort of satisfaction as she caught Forgraves' leg in her teeth, as well as delight in the fox's yelps. That's right, she was terrifying! Tremble, Fox!

But even the thrill of metallic blood on her tongue seemed almost muted in comparison with the shining joy at having caught the bag as well. Right now, she craved those orange orbs even more than she craved Forgraves' blood. Lucky him, she thought dismissively as she released his leg and retreated with the bag. The kicking was getting distracting anyway.

Meanwhile, she had to make sure he couldn't steal the orbs from her somehow. Holding the bag in her teeth, Pelt threw herself over the water-slicked rocks toward where the water was deeper. She wasn't the best at moving on land, but hopefully Forgraves was frightened enough and she could get far enough that he wouldn't follow.

@Forgraves

Action. Thought. "Speech."

he was filled with relief when he was let go, but he still had the issue of the stupid bag being taken away. does he go after her?? now, he isn't the smarted gembound, but he knew that not all battles were ones worth taking, and right now he can barely fucking move.

it might've not been as bag had he not been flailing like a dying fish, but he had been, and god was it a gruesome sight. ignoring the oncoming nausea at all the blood, he crawled away, best he could without making it worse.

he was still worried about pelt eating something she shouldn't, or worse, the lethal ones getting into the water and nobody being there to clean them up in time before it just tainted the water supply. fuck. good thing he didn't live here, but he'd have to find a way to make sure his water wasn't full of poison plant juice to be safe.

he looked back to pelt, huffing. he just needed to get out of here.

he moved slowly, hoping pelt wouldn't come back before he could atleast pass out somewhere.

*exit, unless stopped
@Pelt

The Blacksmith had gone from staring pensively out to sea (watching the last of them depart) when the sudden ruckus nearby erupted.

He had not--to his dismay--been quick enough to stop their violence, but the sight of the little fox Forgraves bloodied and bitten frightened him. He rushed over, moving to scoop the little fellow into his arms; could he get him back to his workshop in time to help him-? "Shh, be still... I will help you," he assured, worry in his voice.

It was not the first time they'd met, by a long shot, and the fox's gentle, inquisitive and kind nature was known to him. Why had Pelt acted so terribly?!

He would try to rush him back to Leo... but it was a terribly long walk. Careful hands struggled to apply pressure to the bleeding wound, at least, with Forgraves hopefully gathered in his arms; if he could get him home, perhaps he could bandage him, get him water... Hopefully, save his little life.

Pelt did not notice Forgraves leaving, nor did she pay attention to the Blacksmith's concern. Right now, she had eyes only for those those spheres of orange ambrosia. Once she was in the water, she dumped the bag of orbs into the sea, where they bobbed on the waves.

She tore through the pouches, shaking out one after another in her search for the orange ones. Failure after failure made her snarl with rage, seizing at the pouches with much more force than strictly necessary. Finally, in the last one she checked--of course-- there was a meager offering of one (1) orb. It wasn't much, but it would have to do.

She'd snapped up the orb the first time. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice. If there was only one left, Pelt would have to savor its taste. Make it last as long as she could. She took the orb in her teeth, biting into it and holding it in her mouth for a time. The texture was unlike any kind of meat she'd caught before. It was delightful. Divine.

Pelt swallowed the orb, savoring her last bite of the heavenly treat. Ugh, and the fox was gone. If only there'd been more to rob, and maybe stockpile! But no, they were all gone now. Pelt sighed wistfully. She'd go kill something; maybe that'd make her feel better. But deep inside, she knew that no fish could match up with what she'd just tasted.

exit Pelt