Gelert licks his nose and chuffs out a breath at the man who bore Duana's scent. A small part of him feels real indignation at how he could mate with his Mistress but he could not enjoy the running of another Hunter. He showed his obvious displeasure with the man by a gentle rumble with his nose obviously taking in large sniffs of his smell, then he looks straight into the man's eyes.
Gelert is here to Protect his Mistress, the lady Duana. And I will protect her, Wolf-Blood. Best you keep your ears and eyes open, for if you wrong her, not even Gelert's fangs will pierce as deeply as hers will. A subtle warning for your behalf. He then sniffs at the leg and chuffs, he had been too long in this world to not want to eat part of a felled meal, much preferring the warmth and flavor of cooked meals now.
He eyes the man again a little warily but then visibly shakes his head. His was not the business to know of his other much more real mission here, and Gelert made no effort to tell him of it. He simply stretches, and saunters past the man towards where Duana would be. The hour is quite late but she was a creature of the night, as lively now as she ever was. He looks around the bar for her, allowing a couple people to pet him, but also he notices his nose keeps smelling for Bunny and he has to repress the urge to go find her again. He only hoped that they could run together again sometime.
Gelert sniffs at the male and growls back, his ears going flat and baring the tips of his white fangs. His dark coat ripples despite the cold wetness on it and he says in Dog Speech:
What Gelert is, is Hunter. Runner. Stalker. I am predator and one of the runners of the Hunt. I am no mere hound, I am a Wyld Hound of the Hunt. Curb your animosity Wolf-blood unless you wish to show me your four-legs and dance the moon-dance of fur and tail, paw and fang. I have no wish to fight, but call me not a dog. Leave Gelert be. Gelert ran with Bunny, and Gelert hunted with Bunny. Was good. Then he chuffs out a loud breath, hiding his fangs again and then shaking himself clean of the snow and water.
Gelert stands aside and sits down on his haunches panting and heart pounding and he cocks his head at her smiling in a doggy fashion. You eat first, I eat later. Good hunt, chase is the best part for me. Not too hungry. You are good hunter, good runner. Gelert has not run so in a long time. He lays down slowly in front of Bunny and watches as she eats.
Gelert is really just enjoying running with another Hunter, he still owes all loyalty to Duana, and he is also dedicated to her because of how long they've been together. Essentially Bunny is a nice diversion to the usual but the first sign of trouble or if Duana needs him he's back with her. :)
Gelert's eyes brighten as the prey begins the foretold retreat and in a single bound he is after it, chasing after the deer with near perfect silence. He bares his teeth in preperation to drag the deer down, cutting its hamstrings and then going for the throat. It was an orchestrated cycle, one that repeated itself throughout time with only one outcome.
Gelert's dark pelt shines in the rain and he lowers his body to the grass, panting and lupine eyes almost glowing in anticipation of the hunt and the chase. This would be a good hunt, the meal mattered not to him, only the thrill of chasing after his prey and feeling the wind on his fur, the earth beneath his paws and his jaws finally closing on the partner of their savage and age-old dance.
Many a year since I ran so, hunted so. T'will be good indeed... He says in Dog speech and then begins creeping forwards toward the deer.
Stealth: 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 3, 3) - 8 + 1 = 3
Gelert is a shadow in the darkness, unseen by any but those with the ability to see in complete darkness, and certainly not some deer grazing and trotting along. Theirs was an ancient and timeless duet, the dance of prey and Hunter.
Gelert bounds after Bunny, running, jumping and almost dancing in a wolf-like fashion with the female across the grass, tail wagging and tongue hanging out. He had never before run with another of the Hunter-Breed and it felt good to share that form of companionship, as good as it felt when he ran with Duana. It was the same joy, the same pleasure.
Hunt-blood is strong tonight, let us hunt something more challenging than the quick-bound long-ear rabbits. Something to chase and feel the thrill of the Hunt in the blood and mind and flesh.
Gelert is against leaving his mistress' side but the oppertunity to see how it was to run with another Hunter was far too inticing. He snuggles his nose into Duana's arms for a bit then jumps up and trots after Bunny, tail wagging. Will we be gone long? I wish to return to the Mistress' side after a while. Where shall we run? he asks Bunny in Dog speech as they walk together.
Gelert having trotted off to finish eating once he was sure that the dead-man meant them no physical harm, he had little to do with teh rest of the evening, crossing over to the Mistress for her caress and question. His only response was the tilt of his head, unsure on what to want or expect. He had never really been given a choice before, always following, always close by. He had never truly run with another Hunter, not even during the Wyld Hunt, as he had been chosen as a pup to lok over the Mistress and find the Helmet.
He stays close to his Mistress' side throughout the rest of the proceedings and conversation, but when they look ready to depart again he nuzzles her leg once then trots slowly over to Bunny, now wearing stranger clothing, lacey garments under a vest of leather. He tries to remain close to Duana and Bunny at the same time, still unsure and torn. If he could run with another Hunter, he might learn the true joy of the chase, the hunt, might understand a bit more about Wolf-two-legs and Bunny herself.
As ever, he keeps his senses keen to the hunt of the metal, but not nearly as much as he has been.
At the male's approach, Gelert's hackles raise and he takes a few steps forwards, ready to spring forth if the tension between Dead-Flesh Life-taker should escalate. He barely notices Bunny's question or the food, intent as he is on the situation at hand.
Gelert bounds over and rubs his head against Duana's knee before he chuffs happily, sniffs her face as a silent thanks, then trots back after Bunny, looking up at her, not by a great distance because of how big he is, and he pants happily as they walk towards the kitchen.
Gelert's ears go straight up and he looks into Bunny's eyes with complete astonishment and his tail flatlines and he sinks down a little onto the floor in shock before he almost bounces up and follows Bunny without a second thought, panting and tail wagging as he follows her.
DogYou understand Gelert! Never thought to meet another who did among the Two-Legs. I come with you, food and able to watch over Mistress sounds like good deal to me. Why do you smell like Wolf when you are Two-legs?he casually sniffs at her as they walk, trying to detect the reason.
Before he makes it a few steps away however, he stops and looks back at Duana to make sure it is ok for him to follow Bunny. He wags his tail indicating that everything is fine and he cocks his head adorably, ears going back as he waits for her say-so.
Gelert wags his tail and pants happily as the girl, Bunny, pets him. He chuffs out a breath and sniffs her face a bit more intently then gives a small pleased woof of acceptance. He cocks his head at her words.
Dog-speech: My Mistress is good in her own way, Gelert has run with her for many seasons. The meat was good, very good! Is there more?"
If she cannot understand him, which he fully expects, he will rub his massive head against her hand and knee.
Gelert's ears go straight up as he smellsthe beef and he stands slowly and trots over to the bowl, tail wagging insistantly as he licks Bunny's hand once then sits down and begins chowing down voraciously, as if he had undergone a month long famine. He licks his chops eveyr few bites, savoring the meat and his tail thumping heavily into whatever is directly behind him.
No problem Duana :) technically there haven't been many instances where Gelert was relevant, he is a dog after all :P With finals near to be over, I am able to post MUCH more frequently now. As a brighter note, Since I now have a very high B in my College ALgebra class, I can afford to not do so well on the Final, which I am sure I am going to do anyways but it's nice to have a cushion to fall back on. :) math really was the source of all my stress and kept me from posting a lot.
Gelert's tail twitches more heavily as the girl scratches behind his ears and he notes to himself in Dog Speech, "You, you are ok in my books." he even reached out a little to sniff her nose a little then settles back down with a happier sounding chuff and he wags his tail, more at ease. At least one of these Wolves didn't smell so feral.
For his part, Gelert tracks the movements of each Wolf in turn, his ears swiveled forwards and eyes watching them carefully, tail barely moving but hackles lowered. He is ready to defend himself from the Feral ones if need be, but his Mistress seemed calm and complacent about them so he assumed that they meant no real harm...as of yet.
Trying to appear more friendly, Gelert could not resist trotting over and sniffing up, around and down each of them that lets him, before trotting back to Duana and planting his heavy mass down at her feet to watch the events go by. He licks his nose once and chuffs up at Duana, but she barely seems to be paying attention to him.
In Dog speech, if anyone can understand him: I leave for a couple hours and the Mistress makes packmates with Wolves. I do not understand the ways of Two-legs, Fey-blooded or otherwise.
He watches the female with a more interested eye, ears swiveled forwards and tail thumping the ground gently, cocking his head slightly to the side each time they make eye contact. She at least smelled nice.
ROFL! XD Lolz DSX don't think I was getting on you about that! I love Gelert! I also love that his character is simplistic enough that I can just enjoy being an awesome dog :P Yeah Ima start doing that ^^ It adds more that I can do because there is nothing Gelert can do or say that would difuse Duana and Danny's little spat :) thanks DSX, also gotta say I am loving Marc in Borum's game ^^
Yeah I know what armor and shield you're talking about Valegrim. However if you're looking for a good representation of Spartans, 300 is not the way to go. That movie, while Awesomely guy-movie amazing, is horribly inaccurate. Spartans wore armor, not spray on abs. Also technically if you're Achilles reborn you wouldn't be "Spartan" but that's just up to you. :P
And on the storyline I have but this to add to it to continue the plot.
Gelert watches Duana dress outof one lazy eye and yawns cavernously, stretching then sits up a little hopefully when he sees she is ready to head out. He wags his tail expectantly and makes an effort to rise sluggishly from the warm and soft bed. He shakes flat his thick black fur and jumps down, nuzzling her leg with his wet nose and looking between her and the door with a hopeful expression, obviously wanting to go out with her wherever it was. He felt rested and ready to resume their hunt.
As if to respond to Aximeus' question, the great black dog emerges from where he had been laying behind Duana's feet and gave a short small bark as if to say I am actually right here then he scratches behind his ear, licks his nose, and then trots after Duana on his powerful paws, passing by the others with twitches of his ears and the wagging of his thick tail, doggy grin in place as he moves to follow Duana out.
Exhausted by his day's activities, Gelert trots over to Duana's side, sniffs curiously at the interesting new scents on her clothes for a few minutes then curls up wherever she sits down with his great head on his paws and chuffs wearily, tail wagging at everyone who passes by or stoops to give him a scratch. Right now he was tired of running about, and his quest for the Helm was growing more and more taxing as more clues kept surfacing. The day he retrieved the item to its master and was allowed freedom to stay at Duana's side was the day Gelert dreamed of nearly every night.
He lays his head more comfortably on his paws, ears perked up but body mostly unresponsive as he is content to listen to the others talk, keeping his form near Duana reassuringly to keep her calm. She tended to smile a lot more around Gelert and he liked it when she smiled. He chuffs again and sniffs again at Duana's new jeans absently, pondering at the source of the new smells.
Gelert keeps watch over the street until the children are safely inside of the car then he joins them, curling up on the floorboards as best as he can to let them stay close and continue petting him if they wished. He feels tired after the fight and closes his eyes slowly, allowing his mind to drift off into peaceful slumber as they drive off, the little hands stroking his leonine ruff of fur.
Gelert sniffs at the little girl's fingers then wags his tail and opens his mouth in a doggy grin, wide muzzle and lips hiding his sharp fangs and he promptly pushes his head against the little girl's hand. In no time he is on his back paws up in the air and tail wagging violently as he lets the little one scratch his belly. She needed solace after the night and events she had no doubt been through with the evil ghoul thing.
Solace...yeah...All for the little girl...
Gelert's back leg kicks in pleasure rapidly as she scratches at one of his ticklish spots and he pants heavily. After she finished rubbing his belly he snuggles his mass against her, letting her cuddle with him.
Gelert roars again and launches himself at the woman, fangs slashing yet again as he aims for the woman thing's throat, intent on crushing it in his jaws and ending this creature.
Gelert snarls as the thing retaliates and he bays his battle-cry again and launches himself at the thing again, having deflected the blow from her successfully.
Hello Ax, just a concern I have brought up a couple times in Discussion but never got a response to so I thought I might get one or two if I posted a spoiler for you on the Gameplay messageboard.
The first and only concern I have is the relationship between Axiemus and Gelert. In his backstory, Gelert did work with your character once before when fighting in the back alley, however Gelert was there for his own reasons obviously. He then leaves and Ax never see's him again UNTIL tonight pre-battle. Thus I have to ask you, as a point of in-character knowledge.
How do you know what Gelert's name is, when his master, Duana, is the one who actually gave him that name and has never met you before or told anyone besides Danny, who would have been the first source of the name Ax had ever heard. Gelert is unable to speak, because he is a dog, nor does he share an intimate mental connection with Aximeus so they can communicate, nor are they so closely associated that Aximeus can say "I'd like to have Big Dog Gelert sniff around for me"
This is my only concern and I would like some feedback thank you :)
Gelert snarls and dashes past the stolid Aximeus catching the boy and slashes with his fangs at the fleeing Ghoulish creature, intent on bringing her down and setting the natural world a little more right for her extermination.
Rushing past Aximeus to attack the fleeing...thingy, assuming tis kinda like a ghoul. If this is ok, my attack roll
Gelert slowly begins to quiver and a distinct and intimidating rumble begins to sound from him and the hound takes a few steps out of the alley and stands in the woman's path, blocking her from continuing on. His hackles raise alarmingly and the leonine ruff on the back of his neck bristles as if shot through with electricity. The rumble builds until it is a bone-numbing growl and he bares the tips of his clenched fangs at the woman, paws set and backlegs bunching slowly up in preperation to spring forwards should he need to.
Intimidation (Not to terrify, to make the woman stop) 4d3 - 8 + 2 ⇒ (3, 1, 1, 1) - 8 + 2 = 0
The dog focuses his attention both on the woman and child in tow as well as the rapdily fleeing car now holding the man who smelled so strongly of evil. He longs to give chase and to catch the man and bring him down for whatever had made him so very wrong.
Gelert flicks his tail back at Danny's praise as if to respond with "Naturally" then he resumes, his heart beginning to pound and nose frantically sniffing about the place in search of the source of the scent and the blood. He was getting close, he knew it, the hairs on his back were beginning to stand on end and he jerks his head up and looks about the entire place, trying to spot something that might mean him, or the others, harm. He was not loyal to them, but he didn't want to see any of them hurt.
His keen senses pick up on anything out of the ordinary, and any percieved hidden threat he faces boldly, fangs bared and rumbling. Otherwise he continues tracking.
Gelert backs up a little more with the manacle in his jaws, his mind on many other things besides tracking for the group of males, including Smiling-Leather-Jacket and Blood-Metal-Warrior. He growls low in his throat as a small warning not to try and take the manacle from him before he can ascertain exactly how it relates to his mission. The Helm was of utmost importance to him, much more so than an impending in-war with Life-Drinkers.
After he has found everything he can about the manacle he drops it to the ground and licks his chops then looks back behind his shoulders towards the night. He chuffs and then looks up at Danny's question and cocks his head quizically and then wags his tail only once. He sits down on his haunches, manacle between his paws and he gives a grunt, as if to express annoyance beind compared to a Border Collie sterotype but he then shrugs in a doggy fashion, sniffs at the manacles and tries to find a trail for the scent.
Maybe if he found out somethig for these people, he could get back to his real mission, and then back to Duana.
What would following a trail be listed as for a skill? :)
again, you have no idea who I am, I'm just a dog you ran into that night when you had a fight in the alley. Albeit a rather big dog, but unless you had met Duana beforehand, the closest name you have on me is Scooby. Sorry to sound like a lawyer on this but it doesn't make any sense that you'd know Gelert's name to me unless it had been told to you before, and Gelert isn't exactly the talking type.
Gelert gives the woman a deep, bear-strength nuzzle with his massive head then goes to work on the bacon, enjoying the tasty treat heartily. The meat is gone with the space of a few seconds and he striaghtens, licking his chops and then he freezes as he stares at the fallen manacle.
Before anyone can move to retrieve it, he dashes forwards, plucks up the manacle and backs off with it, eyeing everyone with a no-nonsense no-play sort of light in his too-intelligent eyes.
As I understand my Stunt to use Alertness instead of Lore in the interest of detecting the precesence of the Super Natural, so I thouught i'd give this a go.
Ahh ok :) I kinda forgot that he was traveling with Rocker Dude and the Spartan XD
Gelert wags his tail in a friendly manner and sniffs at the man and woman's feet for a second then sits down on his backlegs and looks up at them expectantly, as if asking them to also take a seat so to continue a cordial hello and greetings. He looks up at Jericho and woofs again and jerks his head up slightly when he does so, reminding anyone aware of the current cultural greeting of a very canine version of What up?
He then gives the large man a deep nod of his doggy head in a greeting. Years ago he had also come in close contact with this prominent warrior, in a backalley years ago doing battle against some very wrong-smelling beings. He smelled of blood-soaked iron and sweat constantly and that was the sort of smell that Gelert was not soon to forget, much like Gabriel's, cept for the Knight's smell was of frozen blood and the hint of winter flowers. He even allows the man to scratch his ears for a few seconds then he chuffs out a breath as a signal to cease. He was a warrior, as well as a huge dog, a noble beast of the purest of bloodlines. The itch behind his ear could wait to be scratched...it would be most ignoble of him to attend to it in such an animal-like fashion whiel trying to maintain such a dignified and noble persona in front of all these people.
Gelert stays in the shadows for a while and then sniffs again, recognizing the man for who he was and remmebering long ago when he had encountered him before. The metal he wore was virtually the same in scent and feel of the magic bound within it and he cocks his head at the memories. He remembers the man to be kind and rather nice, at least when he was a puppy, but then again, Gelert had been akin to god-like in cuteness when he was still a pup.
With a chuff of his breath to announce his precense, he decides to investigate the man a little more before heading out. He stalks out of the shadows and into the light so that Jericho can see him, his lupine eyes staring straight up at the man. He cocks his head quizically at the human-iron-bands and he sniffs deeply and rapidly before wagging his taila few strokes and sits down. He gives the man a short, non-agressive Woof in greeting.
Knowing that Jericho hasn't been able to be online a lot lately, I will also post what Gelert does after meeting up with Jericho
FOr his part, Gelert stares sullenly at the door and then chuffs out a breath while Duana puruses the files of paper. Being unable to help in his this endeavor, he instead remembers the pretty woman with the ham sandwich and the smell of the helm's iron about her and his ears perk up and he immeditaly stands, shakes his fur flat, and then trots over to the door and paws at it, rumbling to be let out until someone does so. He gives the person a blink of his eyes and then trots out. He takes down the entire look of the place, making sure he can find it again when he comes back, and then he streaks off into the night in pursuit of the smell of the woman from before.
Gelert's ears perk up as they reenter the car and he immediatly lays his head on Duana's lap and chuffs, sensing her icy mood towards the Knight and he whines in sympathy for all three of them. Gabriel for being on the wrong side of his Mistress, Duana for Gabriel's putting her into such a mood, and himself slightly for being able to say or do anything that would improve her mood.
So, he decides simply to lay there on her lap, unless removed and try and be as cute and comforting as possible to get everyone smiling again. Ever since he was a puppy, he had a gift for making even the most stone-hearted Fey lord crack a grin at his antics if only for a moment, and Duana was much warmer than any of those men or women, if only by association.
At the mention of the Veternarian Gelert gives Duana a suspicious look and takes a step back, lupine eyes narrowed and he chuffs out a warning breath and watches the girl go with some reluctance. There went his only lead on monthes...it was a good thing his nose could still scent her from here. He would have to follow her eventually. Odds were that the Helm would be showcased in some auction for his luck.
He chuffs again, looking moody then trots over to the car and jumps in before the driver can object and curls up on one of the leather seats, closing his eyes and sighing, resting his great head on his forepaws.
Gelert swivels his ears up at Duana and cocks his head quizically at the suggestion of finding him a mate. Inwardly he thinks upon his fellows running with the Erlking and knows that finding another like him in this world would be very hard to accomplish. Nonetheless he licks her hand and wags his tail in silent appreciation for the compliments.
He looks up at the woman as well and wags his tail gratefully. He might not have found the helm but he had a clue as to who might know where it was, as well as a free ham sandwich! Nothing to sneer at for that kind of news and gift.
Gelert flicks his ears at the man and gives him a too intelligent look as if to say Just try and chain me up then he pants, scratches behind his ear and licks her woman's hand as if in apology for dirtying her vehicle. He makes a point while licking to mark every tny detail about her, knowing that he will indeed be seeing her again sometime soon. The Helm was here, in this city, as far as Gelert knew. Years of searching would not be wasted any longer. He smiles up at the woman then licks his nose, rubs his head against her hand one last time, then trots off back toward the building Duana and the rest were in.
Gelert gives her a pathetic homeless dog look and wags his tail at the van and back at her, cocking his head to one side aodrably and sitting back on his haunches, forepaws up against his chest and doggy grin flashing at its most appealing.
Rapport 4d3 - 8 + 1 ⇒ (3, 1, 2, 2) - 8 + 1 = 1
Gelert is as adorable as a gigantic pupyy, making a bid to try and look inside of her van to see if she actually had the helm in her possession. Her smell was too strong and he took in every detail of her scent, knowing she was his closest link towards completeing his goal. He paws at the air a couple of times in a plaintive gesture and then whines at the van again.
Gelert plays the lovable stray dog to the best of his ability, reptending to be wary when she persents him with food and taking it quickly and swallowing it down. THe ham was welcome, so he lets her scratch behind his ears and keep feeding him. The woman was nice and friendly and warm, but the smell that lay about her made Gelert a tiny bit anxious. The Helm had a very distinct scent and he had to know if it was indeed the metal he sought. He suddenly pushs his nose into her neck and sniffs heavily, tail wagging and making the woman giggle at his cold nose. He keeps sniffing, trying to affirm his suspicions.
Gelert's ears go straight up and he follows the woman with his eyes, his heart suddenly torn. Back in Duana's precesnce he remembers her and suddenly and frantically chuffs once and bolts out of the door, looking back at her and chuffing again, tail held low and ears flat as he scans the street for the woman. His first lead in monthes he could not miss it, but he could not abandon his Mistress. In this city he might never find her again! He frantcially looks around for the coffee woman and when (if) he can still see her he lowers his body to the ground and begins creeping slowly along to follow her and see if she keeps whatever is metal and forged of old iron in her van.
Stealth 4d3 + 1 - 8 ⇒ (2, 1, 1, 1) + 1 - 8 = -2
Gelert's anxiousness is noteable and he knows the woman senses he is nearby, although his dark pelt blends in well with the night his paws sound rather too loudly and his breath comes out in pants, his eyes all but glowing in the light of the streetlight ahead. Even so he continues to stalk forwards, trying desperately to see inside her van before she speeds away, and in his brain he takes down every single scent of the woman should he need to track her later.
