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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2013 11:26:09 GMT -5
Time was fleeting. It allowed little in terms of inner dialogue, but what Oba had just witnessed; there was little doubt in his mind that what spoke to him was lying in wait at the mountain's peak. His manipulative power over the environment – or rather, the dungeon, suggested that indeed, it was he who controlled it – most likely. However, Oba's mind was better placed on the development at hand. The inadvertent increase to his heart rate was not without the company of a simper. Excitement. It was about time he picked himself off of the ground.
Fortune. A pair of wolves. Such was better than a quintet, which he appeared to have successfully passed by. What these bloodthirsty creatures first saw was, of course. Oba, perched against the wall along with his right foot propped up to bestow upon his canine audience a pose of relaxation, a complete and utter lack of concern. He turned his attention to them, looked upon the infernal face of the leading wolf and the dramatically less-so of the second. “Hello,” Oba greeted, which provoked a snarl, the infinitely small duration it took to apply to the ground the physically-explosive force it needed to execute a lunge. It tore through the air while brandishing its teeth.
Oba was not about to underestimate anything this strange dungeon had to offer. For all he knew, the wolves he caught sight of prior could move at the speed of sound. Fortunately, they could not and with his attentiveness at its peak, the state where he was most reactive, its movement was easy to keep up with, to react to, and that was exactly what he did. The wall was used as a means to propel a simple kick towards the canine's head. It was fast, a mere smear of motion, moved slightly upwards and caught the wolf in the jaw. There was a yelp, a thud followed by another; Oba's foot. It landed on top of it as if having claimed a prize. His gaze was on the second, which seemed frightened. That was odd. Oh well, Oba thought, and mercilessly delivered a kick potent enough to send the fist downed dog off of the path and down the mountain's 'quickest' path.
Oba lunged for the second, who started to bite at him. Its act only resulted in Oba grabbing him by the head, then pulling him forward into a neck lock. “O-Okay, man! No, stop! I give, already! Maaan...” Astonishingly, it talked. It surprised Oba. It surprised him greatly, but not enough to let go. “Lemme go man. C'mon, the dude pulled me into this place, said I had ta obey – Dude! C'mon, let's not do this!” He squirmed, kicked his hind legs all about, but to no avail.
“...You can talk.” Obviously, but the koala had to confirm. Yes, he was a talking, humanoid-ish koala, but not all animals did. That other wolf he kicked down the mountain didn't seem to, anyway.
“Yeah, man! We can talk it up all day if that's what y' wanna do! Just don't kill me like y' did Jimmy!”
“...Jimmy?” Oba questioned, wondering if that was the name of the other canine he just sent flying. He shook his head. “Listen, and you listen good. I'm gonna make you and offer. You get what you want and I'll get what I want. It's a win, win. If not, I'll fucking kill you.” His words were stern, possessed, for such a little guy, an unbelievable amount of intimidation. The voice was fairly deep, 'mature' despite his size and was soused in an aggression, a controlled hostility, steeped in a flux of ire and feyness. The wolf knew that he would, certainly, cast him off the mountain as he did 'Jimmy.' So, he nodded. “Good. You look big enough. You're gonna carry me until I say not to anymore. Y' got that?” He drew near his ear. “Y' see, I need to...conserve my energy. For the top. There's no point in spending anymore than I have to if you're around, right?” There was a pause. What was this, Oba thought, hesitance? “Right!?” The exclamation right beside his ear caused him to jump, which only made Oba tighten his hold.
“Yes. Yes! Y' know, I got a bitch and pups--”
“Yeah, yeah,” Oba stated dismissively, interrupting him while he placed himself roughly on its back. He grabbed around its neck – not uncomfortably so. Just enough for something to hold on to and snap if the need arose. It understood that. “Easy job. Move forward. You'll get to see 'em again.” A few seconds passed. “What's your name?”
“D-Dokuga...”
“That right? You can call be Oba. So, Dokuga.”
“Uh – yes?”
“Be quick about it! We ain't on some stroll on a beach! C'mon!” His canine mount broke out into a run, which brought a satisfied smile to this face.
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