M'Rtyu continues his role as guard panther, while stealthed.
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M'Rtyu stalks the front of the camp, opposite the thistle or thorn like walls, silently -- acting as a guardian ready to pounce, if more of the wolves decide to bravely, or recklessly, charge in. His tail, swishes like an annoyed beast's would, snapping chaotically at the point of each swing. M'Rtyu's Guarding: ;
M'Rtyu, doesn't bother to lick the blood from his maw after dropping the first wolf with his savage mauling bite, his emerald eyes seem a hint darker than normal, turning his attention to the wolf that is still standing. As he tears his mouth through the wolf's neck, some of the blood splashes onto Nilofar's chest and face, a light spray, but she doesn't appear to notice in her state of mind. Immediately after that, with a mad dash, unless it drops before he can act, he rushes at the remaining threat, repeating the same whirlwind of predatory fury demonstrated before, only this time, there is clearly a ferocity to it that doesn't suggest mere fun time, but malevolence in the purest form. Round 2:
M'Rtyu, first to spot the three canines, wastes no time and immediately rears up and savagely lashes out with teeth and claws! Round 1:
M'Rtyu gives a light sigh, as the majority of beings within his perception appear to not want to interact with, rather, chase off the lone wolf that seems more curious, and bold, than violent at the edge of the firelight.
Once Nilofar spoke out, M'Rtyu's posture seems to amazingly change from a 'ready to pounce and claw/claw/bite' to a waggling panther tail and, oddly, happy looking feline features. He then seems to look over at Nilofar, who is oh so slowly moving a hand towards her nearby snack, the nearest backpack close to him, or whoever's near one that could fetch him a treat for the wolf. Speaking very softly, as possible, he says, "Oh, lemme do this.. come on. What's the worst that can happen? It'll only hurt for a moment if I get mauled." The excitement at the possibilities, and potential playfulness, evident in the conjured being's voice.
M'Rtyu, for various reasons, once the tents and such were started to be pitched, upon hearing the howling got a bit more alert, while Nilofar kept doing whatever she and the other bipeds were doing. Once Grumdon scaled the tree, and Grobradon spoke of forming some sort of circle and the like, he walked forward and stood by his side, keeping ahead of Nilofar. He appears ready to pounce or rush at any potential threat.
M'Rtyu turns back to peer quickly at Xavier, saying, "Sadly- when brought here, I completely forget the details of where, and what I truly am, so Nilofar will need to explain. Wish I knew better, sorry." He has the slightest hint of frustration with that, but, it's faint.
Having strode up next to the Doc, M'Rtyu stands at his side, not too uncomfortably close, looking ahead. After a moment, it quietly asks the dwarf, "So, what's the worst injury you've healed someone through, huh?" He gives the dwarf a glance at the end of the question, the rune glowing it's reddish hue, just a scant distance lifted from the panther's face. No malice or intimidation to the question, just seems a curious thing for a four legged tiger sized panther to ask.
"Hey-- a bunch more of these, attacks, and maybe Nilofar will be used to life and death moments. You guys should give her a bunch of lessons with that weed hacker she has... nothing wrong with practice, right?" With another chuckle, now sitting on his butt like any four legged animal would, he sits with his smile, looking over at Nilofar as if it had made a great suggestion, or potentially joke. "Yeah, yeah-- I'm the aggressive one of the duo here. Trust me, that's about all I do, keep her safe, when I'm around. Oh, and talk with her." He pads around perhaps eager to do something, or just because sitting isn't what it wants to do.
M'Rtyu, once someone else seems to give Nilofar some attention, moves around to examine the area of the missing orcs. A quick glance to the sides then back to Nilofar, he'll circle a bit around where they used to be and peer about for any extra movement or the like. At one point he says simply, "Great work-- nice head chop and all that." to the valiant warrior types. "That last one held out a bit, didn't it?" A dry chuckle slips from it's lips. He stands slightly off to the side, while watching the group and keeping his senses open for anything off about the forest.
M'Rtyu misses with his two remaining claws, while rearing up to get to the next orc when the remaining one is dropped and suddenly all of them vanish.
The moment the three humanoids spring out of the nearby fallen log, M'Rtyu gives off an almost 'joyful' sound of pleasure, though it is a bit light, "Fun, fun..." is made out. With that being said...
...he waits for the actions of the others, trying to perceive if there are more than just these three orcs ahead, or hidden to the sides as well.
M'Rty Cuisinart:
M'Rtyu walks along Nilofar's side, keeping pace with her, casually striding along like any large predatory feline would, his eyes peering around as if to spot movement in the trees or bush. He doesn't speak though, apparently remaining quiet even after the reveal by Nilofar.
M'Rtyu watches as Nilofar walks forward and takes the role of lantern carrier. His features seem to smirk briefly, then with a quick glance around, he peers to his left and right, attempting to see or hear any villager that might be speaking poorly of Nilofar's boldness. Perception Roll:
Then once she's returned to her spot at his side, he'll look up at her silently, before reverting to his somewhat stoic, yet bemused, impression of a panther statue, sitting on it's haunches. >> Proud moment there, isn't it? << He remains 'silent' after that, waiting for the next step in this ritual as well.
M'Rtyu seems to have the slightest of smirks on his features when Nilofar makes her declaration for both of them. It fades away after just a few moments, his attention being kept on the Mayor and his front while he takes up a sitting position to Nilofar's right.
"Certainly.. or if you prefer," M'Rtyu mocks a real feline and makes it's best attempt at a "Meow" with horrible acting skills. Odd critter this one. Bluff Attempt
M'Rtyu grins a nice toothy feline smile that blends with an almost oddly human expression, saying finally in perfect Taldan, "Why, thank you, Grumadon-- or Grum, as you prefer it. Nilo is quite fickle minded sometimes, life is so complex and confusing." |