The Greatest Baggi

A massive Great Baggi whose size bypasses any other baggi's by a landslide. He's the largest known, and many hunters want his head mounted on their wall because of this. In reality, despite his size, he can be a big softy. M!A Status: None [Independent RP/Ask blog.]

[thegreatestbaggi]

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48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

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[thegreatestbaggi]

✗ and don't give me an obvious one like your missing eye.

I have several deep gashes on my left thigh and ankle from hunters trying to topple me over.It didn't work, and they didn't survive the ordeal.

[thegreatestbaggi]

((✗, if I can get what happened to his eye. ✧ otherwise.))

Story time!It was an especially chilled night in the Tundra. The pack slept peacefully within the confines of their cave after a harsh battle with a hunter hellbent on ending the Alpha's life, careless and fearing nothing because they felt no sane human would disturb their peace during the night. All was well, quiet, even. Not even the young Baggi snored in their rest. Everything was nice. Everything was good.And all of them were blissfully unaware of the danger and horrors that were soon to befall them. The whistle of the wind outside of the cave grew stronger as silent, armored feet stepped into the cave. Harsh green eyes trained themselves to the blue hide of the group of sleeping predators. They moved slowly, singling out the largest of the group... And then narrowed as their owner moved in. Behind them, three hunters followed; all hunters carted large, gunpowder-filled barrels in both hands, hoisting them soundlessly to the Alpha's side, tail, and the left side of his head, as the right had been resting against the ice and popo hides below.A pause. The Alpha had moved, twitching his massive feet and snorting as he dreamt, and then there was silence again.Two more bombs were placed around his head, and then the hunters stepped back, leaving behind a single small barrel bomb, which hissed loudly upon ignition.The seconds ticked by; the hunters took cover behind slabs of ice just before an explosion shook the cave, sending shards of ice raining from the ceiling. The Alpha cried out in pain as the crunch of his crest breaking just barely echoed louder than the explosions. Fire licked at his face and tail and side as he began to flail about wildly, screeching in agony and shock whilst his flesh burned and ripped. There was no blood, only searing pain. He couldn't open his eye. He couldn't feel it anymore. The pain subsided as the flames charred his flesh and ate through until the scales and muscles had been left disfigured and reeking of soot and decay.As he managed to push himself to his feet and observe the bodies of his fallen brethren with his remaining eye, he flew into a rage that not even he could control.

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[thegreatestbaggi]

((Mobile blogging from a new phone, so please excuse short posts and typos...))

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[thegreatestbaggi]

He grumbled, obviously frustrated, but eventually agreed. “… Fine.” he growled, slowly pushing himself back to his feet once again and grunting when he felt his skin strain around one of the wounds on his ankle. Pausing, he waited until the feeling passed, then continued...

[thegreatestbaggi]

He turned around and growled, making his way over to Flagg and quickly craning his neck down and opening his jaws. Quickly, as the ice began to break where Flagg had managed to catch hold, he grabbed the hunter between his teeth remarkably gently, lifted him up and carried him a safe distance away.

Once they were on a wider section of the path, he set him down on his feet and looked him over, checking for damage. "Are you alright?" he asked after several moments, turning his head to look him directly in the eye. "Perhaps walking for you is not the wisest idea..." he sighed and shook his head, looking around.

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[thegreatestbaggi]

((What do you do to fight the deadly cold of the Tundra ?))

"Well," Alpha starts, "During the daylight hours, I try to move as much as possible, since moving produces heat. If I can't be moving constantly, then I huddle with my packmates." he grunts. "During the night, the entirety of my pack and I sleep in a pile or tight group to retain heat, and we often use the pelts of Popo as linings for nests."

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Ask my character two personal questions. They will answer one.

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[phantom-cosmos]

Do it I swear to christ I will scream if I don’t get at least one

[thegreatestbaggi]

He stumbled before halting and glaring down at Flagg, clearly annoyed at being stopped. Tilting his head, he growled, then glanced at the chasm, snorting. “I plan to climb down to my cave, Flagg,” he sighed, craning his neck to peek over the edge and to the right, where a fairly unstable looking path stuck out from the side of the cliff that the two of them stood on. “That is the path that I plan to take. I have been using this path for years; I think I can manage to make it across just as easily as I have for as long as I can remember. Unless you can find a better way down, I’m going my way.”

With that, he plopped down and yawned, then huffed. “I haven’t got all day, and my legs are tired and sore.” he said suddenly, as if warning Flagg about just how stubborn he was about to become. 

[ask-flagg-the-hunter-blog]

Flagg sighed. “The state of your legs doesn’t help your case.” He turned, leaned out over the cliff to get a look at the path in question. It looked thinner than the Alpha at points. But there might be a solution, if the lizard wouldn’t be too stubborn.

"Fine. A compromise. You want to start down. I want you to wait. We’re both tired, and since I interrupted your meal, I’m pretty sure we’re both hungry. There’s an alcove about a quarter of the way down. We stop to rest there. We wait until I say you’re good to be active." He came back from the edge before continuing.

"I’ve got some Aptonoth steaks and Anteka jerky in my bag. It’s not a lot, but it should hold us over until we can eat properly. I noticed your pack finished that Popo during our fight, so they should be fine for now. While we rest, you send some of your pack down to tell the rest to start getting the bones and hides together, as well as whatever else you need to say. That way, we don’t waste much time, since you’re obviously a very busy Baggi." Wind, cold, hunger, exhaustion, and the Baggi’s stubborn nature were slowly wearing at his patience. "Is this acceptable?"

[thegreatestbaggi]

He grumbled, obviously frustrated, but eventually agreed. "... Fine." he growled, slowly pushing himself back to his feet once again and grunting when he felt his skin strain around one of the wounds on his ankle. Pausing, he waited until the feeling passed, then continued toward the edge, where he then leaped down and landed heavily onto the path, causing a bit of ice to fall from the edge and into the chasm below. He watched the ice until it was out of sight, then began on his way toward the alcove, keeping an eye out for both danger and weak points in the path.

"Keep up, Flagg, and watch your step. Don't step on dark ice and make sure that you don't hit a slick spot on the path," he instructed, narrowing his eye.

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OOC: A lovely mental image, I know. But this is an open invitation to RP with me, or even if you just wanna be friends!

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BUT COME ALL YE HUNTER AND MONSTER RPERS I WANNA LOVE U LONG TIME

[thegreatestbaggi]

((Mun: -beeps awkwardly and waves-))

[askhunterbanteris]

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[thegreatestbaggi]

((Hai! :D))

[thegreatestbaggi]

-black royal crown because tumblr mobil cant make symbols- :D

((OOC: My favorite kind of snack food is tender beef jerky. :D))

I tend to cuddle with my packmates or chew on cave walls/bones when I'm too stressed to properly function.

[thegreatestbaggi]

He had been mostly silent as Flagg healed him, watching him closely. It fascinated him to see him work, and he mentally noted each and every action that the hunter made before he finished. Grunting a bit and moving to stand, Alpha paused and flopped back down, grumbling in annoyance at the fact that he couldn’t move around, then turned his attention back to Flagg, eyeing him carefully and nodding at his words.

Suddenly, he seemed to frown. “Offerings…?” he asked, narrowing his eye. “I… I have nothing of the sort… Or perhaps…” that characteristic Baggi grin returned to his face as he tilted his head. “My pack collects Popo hides and a wide assortment of bones from all around the Tundra to use in nesting. I assume that humans have some use for them in this harsh climate…” he began to stand, despite Flagg’s  instructions. Luckily for him, none of the wounds began to bleed again. He did, however, feel a bit of a crackling sensation from some frozen flesh breaking apart, and he cringed in response. “… Come, I will lead you to my cave, to gather the necessary materials.” he soon muttered, tucked his arms up against his chest, and began to lumber off toward his cave. 

The trip, however, would require more than just walking. Flagg may very well be able to climb and jump over obstacles, but in his current condition, Alpha may require a bit of help, or even a detour.

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When Flagg heard that the pack had a collection of hides and bones, he returned the Alpha’s grin. “If the hides are mostly intact it might work. Bones are useful no matter how broken. That’ll help sell this idea.”

He started to protest when the large reptile stood up, but realized the Alpha was too stubborn and none of the wounds had reopened. That didn’t stop him from muttering under his breath. “If those don’t stay closed, it’s not on my head.”

When the Alpha started off towards his cave, Flagg followed, putting his mask back in place as he walked. After some time, approached a chasm that had been gouged through the frozen ground. When he saw where he was being led, he moved in front of the enormous reptile and immediately began to protest.

"Stop. I can only assume you plan to either try to jump across that crevasse or somehow climb down. You realize you’re lucky those stayed closed while we walked, right? If we need to get across, we either wait long enough that you won’t hurt yourself or find a way around. If we need to get down, there had better be some way I don’t see yet. So tell me, across or down, wait for a while or find another route? Unless you have a better idea, or I’ve misread the situation. Then feel free to correct me."

[thegreatestbaggi]

He stumbled before halting and glaring down at Flagg, clearly annoyed at being stopped. Tilting his head, he growled, then glanced at the chasm, snorting. "I plan to climb down to my cave, Flagg," he sighed, craning his neck to peek over the edge and to the right, where a fairly unstable looking path stuck out from the side of the cliff that the two of them stood on. "That is the path that I plan to take. I have been using this path for years; I think I can manage to make it across just as easily as I have for as long as I can remember. Unless you can find a better way down, I'm going my way."

With that, he plopped down and yawned, then huffed. "I haven't got all day, and my legs are tired and sore." he said suddenly, as if warning Flagg about just how stubborn he was about to become.