#ask-great-baggi

[ask-great-baggi]

AHH!! GREAT FATALIS SOMEONE HELP!

[ask-great-baggi]

Blood in the Snow

Skar watched her closely, the young Barioth being a smaller beast than he expected. Slowly he took a single step towards the flying wyvern, his golden eyes narrowed before he opened his fang filled mouth, breathing out a cloud of frosted breath. Then he closes his mouth, tilting his head. He didn’t narrow his eyes to glare at her, well mostly. It was to try to see her better through the swirling mist of snow mixed within the frozen wind. Then he spoke, his voice being some what in a deep medium tone, a obvious accent of what could be described as Norse with in his voice. “A…YOUNG Barioth? …Not what I was expecting, with the startled bark of me pack…. don’t worry… I’m not going to be chasing you… unlike some wyverns, I don’t be mindin a little bit of company, just as long as you’re not bein here to steal my food… which I highly doubt it…-” He lets out a growl as he winched in pain, shifting his gaze towards the Baggi trying to pack snow and ..rocks? …in the wound. The Baggi hunched down. “Sorry Skar…” The small wyvern said, before Skar lets out a fogged breath, grunting as he decided to lay down. ” …It’s fine…just plug up those ol holes… I can’t be bleedin everywhere… it’d bring…him…right to us.”

[ask-barioth]

Despite his intentions of not trying to glare, Ari flinched slightly at the narrowed eyes, wondering if it meant he was about to attack.. She let out a relieved breath when he said he wasn't going to chase her off, smiling faintly. When it came to fighting, she avoided conflict as much as could, and yet she inadvertently attracted bad luck to herself by simply not thinking things through well enough.

"Thank you... not every Great Baggi I've met feels the same way you do. Chase the Barioth first, don't ask questions," Ari said, her tone quite dry. Her eyes widened at the notion of her swiping food, but she didn't feel offended at all. "I might be small, but I am capable of hunting food myself... unless there's a sudden mass extinction of Popo, I won't resort to stealing from others." The young wyvern flinched as he growled out of pain, looking at the young Baggi tending to his wounds.

Ari waited until he lay down, expression one of sadness as she unashamedly stared at his wounds; they must be causing him such incredible pain. But before she could say anything, Skar's words set her on edge. "He? You mean some wyvern did this to you?" Ari spluttered, aghast. It was one thing to get into a scuffle over food or territory, but causing such grievous damage was unforgivable.

While Great Baggi weren't exactly her favourite wyverns, Skar didn't seem like a bad one, and she was outraged on his behalf. "That's terrible! Who hurts someone like that?" the Barioth growled, blue eyes sparking like twin flames.

[ask-barioth]

Skar emerges from a fog of snow and wind, limping as large holes on his thigh trail with blood that is left behind in foot prints. His pack follows close behind him, trying to cover up the blood quickly as they looked around. Then he goes just before the entrance of his cave lair, not noticing the young Barioth nearby, that is before his pack, after trying to clog up the wounds with snow, bark at her, making him widen his eyes as he looked over and growled softly, standing up and stepping back.*

It had been a pleasant sort of day; calm, and quiet. The perfect day to just lay around and do nothing. Ari had been dozing off and on, keeping a wary eye out for anything prowling through the snow hoping for an easy meal. She was curled in her usual tight ball, blending in fairly well with the snow, but she still had to be vigilant. Not when one was living in the tundra, a land famous for its harsh climate and equally harsh inhabitants. The area she was resting in reeked of Baggi, but it was so faint that she figured the pack was out for the day and wouldn’t return until dark.

It was getting close to dusk when Ari picked up the scent of blood on the wind. Her eyes snapped open, the young Barioth raising her head off of her paws and scanning her foggy surroundings. An injured wyvern was very likely to see her as a threat and attack her, and the last thing she wanted to do was get in an unnecessary scuffle.

She had almost leapt to all fours when the Great Baggi emerged from a swirling mix of fog and snow, strewn up by the wind. It was clear that the alpha was the source of the blood she’d scented, and seeing the Baggi appear made her freeze where she was. Maybe it would just ignore her as it went into the caves she’d settled near.

Ari watched morosely as it limped closer while its pack hurriedly covered up its bloody trail, trying to make herself as small as possible in the snow. Perhaps it was her shifting, or just good eyesight, but one of the smaller Baggi let out a bark as it spotted her. The sound drew the alpha’s attention to her, a growl rumbling from the bird wyvern as it stepped back warily.

Very slowly, Ari stood up, keeping her posture low to make herself look as non-threatening as possible. "I won’t hurt you. Sorry for coming this close to your den, I didn’t know…" the Barioth said in a quiet voice, hoping to escape this without incident. Part of her yearned to help as her eyes drifted to the alpha’s bloody wounds, partially covered by hastily packed snow, but she didn’t want to press her luck when it was feeling threatened by encountering a predatory wyvern.

[ask-barioth]

I'm watching ya little Barioth... I know how your kind likes to snack on my lesser kin.

E-eh? Don’t watch me like that! I’m not some criminal!

Don’t lump me in with other Barioth… I don’t eat Baggi. They’re too lean to be worth munching on. Probably not very nutritious either. I might kill a few if they do something stupid, like try to bite me, but I won’t eat them.

Just keep your kids away from me.