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Retsuga

Retsuga
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Step by step.
One, two, three, four.

{{OCC: Hyouma first then all are welcome. Also I'm not satisfied with Rets's table at all. }}

Come with me,
I'll carry you away!



The old wolf had landed softly in the grass amongst the clearing of trees. He had decended from heaven and yet lay on the ground as if dead. His paws were outstretched in front of him, he did not seem tired nor bored, simply angry. The wound on his neck had healed nicely, it was a gash that would fade into a cut that would be gone in a matter of days. This hardly mattered to him; he hardly cared if he had been mortally wounded in that fight, he hardly cared that he had fought a useless battle. He also did not feel guilt for leaving behind his fellow wolf in order to save his life. After all, if Hyouma had wanted to leave, he could have escaped oh so easily amongst his own fog, couldn't he? No, what hurt Retsuga most was the mortal wound to the soul that his pride had gotten. Some young pup had aimed his gun at point-blank range and caused Retsuga's pride to scream in pain. It was shameful to be defeated by such a youngster, defeated, no less, in a small little scuttle! Defeated in a small fight by a young pup that disbelieved the legends enough to want to kill all who opposed. Perhaps Retsuga would not have cared for such legends if he were a dog, but this was not true. Retsuga was a wolf, the very species that brought all nine of the Battougas to Ohu, and who was better to provide living proof in the existence of the legend than Retsuga? But he had failed in that purpose, hadn't he? Parts of his aged body told him that he could no longer preform the sacred Battouga, not even if he had to. Perhaps this thought was worst of all! How could he forget something that he had inherited and been chosen to do? One did not simply 'forget' their fate, did they? Exhaling in the heaviest sigh Retsuga could perform, he forced himself into a standing position, allowing himself to look around at all the trees. How old were these trees? Retsuga had never thought about that, and wasn't sure why he thought of it now. These trees could be hundreds of years old, just think of how many they have seen fall here? How many have they seen die amongst the bark and leaves? In a way, these trees were almost villainous in their silent vigils.

He turned to face one at random, why, these trees had so many eyes. They saw every little thing that went on in Ohu and yet provided so little aide! At least not as warriors or scouts, and it was so very hard to be helpful when malicious youngsters stormed right on through and challenged a leader whom they did not deserve to see. And what if these trees were not very old at all? In that case they committed the same errors that the youngster had. So young and full of potential, and yet all they did was scoff their ancestors! Retsuga knew well that it was the way of the world to laugh at how the past was compared to the advanced state of society today, but there was a difference in seeing how life improved and criticizing the past with inaccuracies-especially when that past could still walk, talk and bite you to pieces! The more he thought of his wounded pride and the voice of that mastiff mix, the more enraged the wolf became. His fur began to rise and his eye narrowed at some invisible mark on the tree. His tail whipped back and forth before straightening out. He needed to focus, and in order to calm down his boiling blood so that he did not waste all of his energy he closed his eye. He mouthed some sort of chant, some sort of archaic nonsense language that must have sounded familiar to other wolves and confusing to all outsiders. When he opened his single eye once more he hardly had to wait in order to better determine how to attack the defenseless tree. On the contrary, his paws lifted into the air and carried him forward. His speed increased and he launched himself into the air-"Retsu Genmu Battouga!" His body began to spin like a top, not like Weed or Gin's Battouga, but as if he constantly was rolling over. There was a sickening crack sound as his fangs made contact with a tree limb, and the wolf simply continued the attack until the limb ended. He flew back toward the ground, landing more violently but was able to stick the landing. He shook his body in order to regain his composure and looked back up at the tree. His eye was full of hope, and as he began to pant in anticipation to see if the bark he had ripped away from the tree had actually done anything.

Just when he began to think all he had done is carve his fangs in the tree, the limb shattered into a few pieces and fell to the ground. Of course if this had been another dog Retsuga was sure all that would occur would be a series of deep gashes. He could not rip a branch off with one clean bite as Gin and Weed could do, but he was able to cut the branch down in parts in such a spectacular display. He was proud of himself, certain now that could still use the attack that would be his until he died. And yet, was it enough? Surely he could practice on the rest of the trees here, and maybe, if he were lucky, a stray animal would find its way to him and he could earn some lunch with his practice. The sound of a meal was very good indeed, but for the moment no bird or otherwise came out of the clearing after such a violent display of power. He would have to patient, which would be easier now that he could better focus on his ability. He would be exhausted by the end of it, but wouldn't it be worth all of the pain?



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#2
Hyouma

Hyouma
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  • 14 posts

But I saw it coming, flying through the air,
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where?

{{OOC; I love Ret's table. <3 Also this post is pretty bad.}}
Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.


Any physical wounds that the old Hyouma had sustained from the not-so-epic battle with the young troublemaker had been minute. As for the pain, it remained for barely a day, though his body still ached for a few days afterwards - performing the Battouga did not come without its share of penalties, especially not for the aged. Yet he did not complain about his aching limbs or even allowed anyone else to see him flinch as his leg would suddenly surge with a brief, but sharp pain; why would an esteemed wolf ever let himself show such an embarrassing side of himself? Hyouma did not mind it if others showed signs of discomfort, and despite his rather stern demeanour he would do his best to help those in need, but the amount of pride within his heart was great and so he simply could not allow himself to appear weak in the eyes of others, not even for a brief moment. Naturally it was difficult to go through life without even once appear weak before another, even Hyouma was aware of this, still, it did not erase his feelings. As he walked through the forest he reflected about that day, wondering how Retsuga was doing. They had not met many times since the incident as he was hesitant to disturb his old friend in his rest, though he was a strong and admirable comrade so he would not be surprised if he was on his way to good health again. At least, as good health as a wolf his age could ever achieve.

"Retsu Genmu Battouga!"

Hyouma raised his head slightly, ears pricking attentively upwards. His nostrils expanded and contracted quickly as he tasted the air; sure enough, the ancient canine's scent could be smelled, although faintly. The age of his nose seemed to make every aroma fainter, wash them out until they were only mere ghosts of their former brilliance. It was not all that bad though, for there were many old creatures that had their senses deteriorate at a much more rapid speed, some even lost them completely. Not to mention that some foul scents were a lot less horrible to him now when he could not smell them as strongly. Retsuga's smell was however a pleasant one, if only because it reeked of familiarity; the two of them had been through a lot together, only with Retsuga could Hyouma discuss various things that he could not with the rest of the Ohu army, either because these topics were related to wolves and a lost time before he had joined this pack of dogs, or because he felt like no one would even want to listen to the stories of an old fart like himself. This was not true, there were plenty of young dogs that would have been delighted to listen to his ramblings - of course there would be some that would be less than thrilled, as well - but Hyouma could not help but feel that the youngsters of today cared little about the legends of the past. His judgement and opinions were stained by the recent encounter with the mix, so give enough time he may change his outlook.

Moving towards the sound of Retsuga's voice at a slightly faster speed, he thought he heard a crack and it didn't take long before he saw some movements through the foliage. So he had been closer to the one-eyed fighter than he had thought... was this really what had become of him? The former glory that he had upheld now had cracks in its facade, leaving only a drab facsimile of Hyouma's younger self. It was easy to fall into such negative thinking, but the old man shook his head as if to rid himself of the troublesome thoughts like one tried to throw off any lice from one's body by shaking the fur, and walked towards the centre of the clearing. As he did so, the branch fell from the tree, making him smile widely straight at the severed limb before he turned his joyous countenance to Retsuga. "Doing a bit of practice, I see?" he said and stopped a few paces away from the other, wagging his tail slightly in amusement. "The trees think ill of you for desecrating them like that." Hyouma joked with his friend, looking up at the tree that had been wounded and he, too, felt pride that Retsuga was still capable of doing his Battouga; whether or not it wasn't as strong as Gin's or Weed's did not matter, it was still impressive enough. "How are you feeling now?" he inquired as he turned his gaze back to Retsuga in order to inspect the wound on his neck. "Damned snooty brats trying to overthrow Ohu with a one-man army." Hyouma joked and chuckled heartily in an attempt to easen his own shame, anger and disappointment. It seemed like Retsuga was in need of this as well, for why else would he have come here to practice his special skill if not because he was plagued by the memory of the pitiful battle?

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We are the chosen ones,
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We are the holy ones,
our armour stained with blood,
We killed the dragon


#3
Bat

Bat
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The Labrador was no stranger to these lands anymore. He had fought here under Hougen's reign and had adjusted to the leadership of Weed and Gin. This land was home now, though he could never feel one hundred percent comfortable. The ways of the Ohu dogs were too pure for a soul as tarnished as his own. The years of hatred had run deep and scored a crack on a heart that not even the wise words of a young, amazing pup could heal. He wished them no harm any longer; in fact, he wished them all the best. That was why he remained far away in an attempt to keep the lands as pure as the young Akita that ruled over them.

Though he preferred the night, the sun beating down on his black fur did little to disturb him. Certainly there was no glare in this dog's eyes. The brightness of the sun -- or lack thereof -- made no difference to him in the least save for the heat that radiated onto him and that he had grown used to from the exposure of a normal life spent in the wild. It had been years since he had the gift of sight and years since he had trained himself to react to other things instead. He found himself less burdened now than he had been when he had been 'gifted' with the ability to see. Let the fools rely on the weakest of senses.

So it was that the ex-general of Hougen didn't need the spoken word to inform him that someone he didn't know was here. His ears did that job for him quite well, alerting him far before he came upon the two wolves that they were there. He had been drawn by the sounds of what almost seemed a battle... and yet there were no yells of pain. In fact, there was only the curious yell that sounded similar to the one that Weed had used in his own battles. Curiosity sparked, Bat detoured from his route to find who these strangers that he didn't know where and just what they were doing on the land of Ohu. Though the visage of the black dog with no reflective light on the eyes to give him away would have been a preferable introduction, Bat would just have to go with his normal countenance to keep the stranger on their toes until he ascertained whether or not they were a threat to Ohu.

As he drew nearer, he heard the sound of voices speaking. His superior hearing caught the tail end of the conversation. One manned army trying to overthrow Ohu? Well, it wasn't the first time that had happened. Bat wondered just what he had missed in the time since he had been gone on his patrols and now. Was it possibly another miniature Hougen or something that had been dealt with and left little thought or worry? If these two, whomever they were, were speaking of it then they obviously had a place within Ohu. The voices didn't ring familiar but it would be very hard for them to lie to him about whether or not they were members of the Dog's Paradise.

The black paws continued to pad over the familiar landscape until the scents and sounds were almost right upon him. The scents were not overly familiar either, although they seemed well tinged with the touch of Ohu that most of its residents and soldiers contained. There was also something else. Some subtle difference from the dogs that Bat had met so far. He couldn't immediately identify what that was. Best to keep a proverbial eye out for it, though. "What's been happening? Are you members of a patrol?" Though it was blunt and to the point, Bat wasn't fool enough to start throwing around orders even if he was a moderately high rank. Ohu just didn't work the same way and since he didn't recognize these two then there was always a chance that they outranked him and any brusque mannerisms could offend.

No fear, destination darkness.


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Retsuga

Retsuga
  • Ohu
  • 23 posts

Step by step.
One, two, three, four.

{{OCC:}}

Come with me,
I'll carry you away!




Retsuga was so full of pride at his accomplishment that he did not even scent Hyouma. His old age was not to blame as much as his own arrogance and pride, he wouldn't let another youngster storm up to him and drag him into a spat. However if he was so lost in his own masterful abilities instead of paying attention, such a youngster could have had the first hit along with the element of surprise, and this could have ended devastatingly for the old wolf. Not that Restuga would admit to such, he would never allow himself to believe that a young lone canine (or bear, or dragon, or human) could come up and defeat him in battle. He would have defeated the intruder, he assured himself. He thought of an old comrade who had believed the same thing, a Hakkenshi by the name of Hyakkiga, whose snake-like battouga now belonged to the youngest of the Kai brothers. He also remembered who had killed him for 'being defeated', their teacher, Noroi, who had also killed his mother. Retsuga shook these thoughts away, they were useless to him, and like everything else, he would soon find himself bored with thoughts of the past. With the thoughts eased from his mind, he picked up the familiar scent and smell of his kin. Of course it was too late by now, if Hyouma had arrived with hostile intent Retsuga would have been dead while his thoughts still transported him to the past.

"Doing a bit of practice, I see? The trees think ill of you for desecrating them like that."

The brown wolf chuckled and nodded, finding his pride rise and grow with the appearance of an audience who could appreciate it. Retsuga looked over his friend, looking to see if any wounds were on him like they were on himself. Seeing none Retsuga felt jealousy wash over him only for it to fade away. Hyouma, like himself, would have not allowed a wound to bring him down. The only difference between the two wolves was that Retsuga's wound could still be seen on his neck, while Hyouma's took a much more experienced and skilled eye to see. "If the trees stand in my way, they ask to be wounded. Besides what else am I to practice on? I doubt you would like to be a practice target." Retsuga allowed his tongue to trace itself over his muzzle in what could only be seen as a boastful and courageous spirit. "You would cheat, anyway. Creating your mists at the last second so I would fly off somewhere into the forest, and you would have to explain how it is I died by falling out of a tree like some sort of common cat." Retsuga chuckled at the prospect, it would be a humiliating way to die, and yet he spoke as if the prospect of death itself was impossible. He turned his attention to the wounded tree and he wondered if the unlucky prey had wandered into the trees yet.

"How are you feeling now? Damned snooty brats trying to overthrow Ohu with a one-man army."
br> His laugh and light hardheartedness now turned grim and serious, Retsuga was not too eager to speak of that fight. "Bah, I could have beaten him without you having to save me. He would have had to let go eventually." As Hyouma mentioned one-man armies, Retsuga nodded in a most disgusted away. He had no big role in Hougen or any other matter regarding Ohu since he has joined Gin's group, but that did not mean he had not heard nor seen anything. After all Gin, Akame, and John were not the only ones who had spent years traveling Japan. Retsuga never stayed too long in one place, and with his hurricane abilities he could continue on in this matter eve if he lost his legs. So watching a dog who was still a pup walk right up to Gajou and nearly kill him was a devastating blow, no matter how much he wished to deny it. "The next one that comes within Ohu won't get out without a nice scar to remember me by. How about you? Was he even able to touch you, or did you mystify him?" The pun was most definitely intended, but the humour had left Retsuga's words. His pride would take long to heal, how long this would be was unknown, even to the wolf himself. "Or did you show him your Battouga?" However Retsuga hardly spoke these words when he did scent an intruder. It blended in with Ohu, allowing Retsuga to believe that it was another soldier and not an intruder, but he did not recognise it. He must have arrived after his time, Retsuga suspected. The half-blind wolf's ears flicked in the direction of the blind Labrador. No, he certainly did not recognise the youngster.

"What's been happening? Are you members of a patrol?"

"Members of a patrol? Ha!" Retsuga barked a small laugh, although it was far from wholehearted. "I have been here much too long to be a simple member of a patrol, I am Retsuga, the user of the Retsu Genmu Battouga." He inclined his head slightly, even though he knew Bat could not see, the scars on his face were hard to miss. The wolf wondered if he should have introduced himself a little better, perhaps the blind dog did not know what a Battouga was? If that was so Retsuga would have had a hard time trying to explain something that one had to see in order to truly believe. "I have been a wandering member of Ohu for most of my life, so I do not know of the younger generation - perhaps you could enlighten me, Hyouma?" Retsuga's eye flicked to Hyouma before responding to the rest of Bat's question. "An intruder attempted to enter Ohu, a fighting puppy who believed that he could kill anyone simply because they believed in the 'legends' of Ohu. I met him first had a small spat with him, Hyouma decided he had to step in to rescue me. I came here on my own in order to practice." Retsuga did not at all mention his wound or how much he had failed the fight - he would have denied such, anyway. He was curious as to who this other Ohu soldier was, wondered how long ago he had joined. Had it been before or after the Harlequin had reigned over Ohu? Retsuga often wondered what would have happened to him had he not wandered throughout Japan was the Great Dane was alive. Most likely, Retsuga would have shared a grave with John in the dirt.


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"With eyes closed amidst chaos, crushing darkness,
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The snake confounds its brother, the dragon."
 


#5
Hyouma

Hyouma
  • Ohu
  • 14 posts

But I saw it coming, flying through the air,
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where?

{{OOC; }}
Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.


"If the trees stand in my way, they ask to be wounded. Besides what else am I to practice on? I doubt you would like to be a practice target. You would cheat, anyway. Creating your mists at the last second so I would fly off somewhere into the forest, and you would have to explain how it is I died by falling out of a tree like some sort of common cat."

Hyouma answered his friend's laughter with his own, deep chuckle. His eyes, though worn down by many years of use, could still make out the wound on Retsuga's neck clearly - it seemed like a blemish on the otherwise impeccable brown coat of the wolf, unless one counted the missing eye as something disgraceful. Though they had known each other for many years now, Hyouma had never heard his comrade reveal the details about the lost eye nor had he asked about it. Chances were that most saw this handicap as something that signified strength, for not everyone managed to live the life of an Ohu soldier with a disability while still remaining strong. "What a mean old wolf you are, Retsuga," Hyouma smiled, "those poor trees can't defend themselves against your fangs, hardly the behaviour worthy of such a noble wolf such as yourself. As for me," he said as some mist suddenly appeared close to the two elders, dancing around in mid-air and constantly turning into different shapes; first a cherry-blossom, then what appeared, if a bit abstractly, to be a falling star, "perhaps you would call my skill cheating, but is it really? If you are allowed to use your Battouga, then I should be able to use my harmless mist. Who knows, maybe it'll help you improve your eyesight." As his voice faded, so did the mist.

"Bah, I could have beaten him without you having to save me. He would have had to let go eventually. The next one that comes within Ohu won't get out without a nice scar to remember me by. How about you? Was he even able to touch you, or did you mystify him? Or did you show him your Battouga?"

It was to be expected that Retsuga was far from eager to speak of the fight that had wounded his pride. If Hyouma had been more tactful, then perhaps he would have avoided the discussion altogether, but if anything he showed that he was concerned for his friend, even if his way of showing concern might not have been the best or most obvious way. "I am not so sure about that," Hyouma replied slowly. "I am however positive that you will successfully chase away any intruder in the future; we are both unused to fighting, though we are still capable of defending our home, we're not as... skilled as we used to be. Our limbs are rusty while those young rapscallions are still supple as can be." Though his main goal might have been to cheer Retsuga up, it was also possible that he tried to justify the other's failure at teaching the pup a lesson in order to make himself feel better as well, for had not Hyouma had difficulties during the fight, too? "I can't say that he was able to hurt me considerably, any pain I received from that pitiful battle was minute. Made my body ache, at best," he said as he turned his head away slightly, as if reminiscing, "as for the Battouga, I did. I thought that, perhaps, if he witnessed it, he would stop regarding the old legends as lies. But of course my plan worked poorly." Hyouma sighed and shook his head, while his bushy eyebrows gathered into an irritated frown. When the sound of paws hitting the ground, shortly followed by an unfamiliar scent, yet clearly one that bore that distinct and at the same time subtle smell of Ohu, came to Hyouma's attention he was forced to snap back to reality.

"What's been happening? Are you members of a patrol?"

"Members of a patrol? Ha! I have been here much too long to be a simple member of a patrol, I am Retsuga, the user of the Retsu Genmu Battouga. I have been a wandering member of Ohu for most of my life, so I do not know of the younger generation - perhaps you could enlighten me, Hyouma? An intruder attempted to enter Ohu, a fighting puppy who believed that he could kill anyone simply because they believed in the 'legends' of Ohu. I met him first had a small spat with him, Hyouma decided he had to step in to rescue me. I cam here on my own in order to practice."


The blind Labrador stepped into the clearing while throwing a couple of questions at the two wolves. The grey one out of the duo surveyed the black dog, wondering if he had seen this personage somewhere before, but no bells rang inside that dusty cathedral of his head. "I am Hyouma, the user of the Metsu Hen'i Battouga. I'm afraid that I don't recognise this fellow, either," he replied as he looked from Bat to Retsuga and back again. It was very possible that he had seen Bat before, but if this was true then he obviously didn't recall the face even though the dark stranger seemed to have a rather memorable appearance overall. However, Hyouma was incapable of deciding what faces he should remember and which ones he should not, and it was not unlikely that he was prone to mixing them up, thus confusing one member of Ohu with another. Seeing as he wasn't one of the most sociable of types and preferred to stick with the canines he knew since old times (who, by the way, were getting fewer and fewer by each passing year) it made it all the more difficult to recall the ones from the younger generation. "It is as Retsuga says; I saved my friend before I continued the battle on my own, but I failed to get a good grip on my opponent. I eventually showed him my Battouga, though I didn't manage to sustain any mentionable damage. Despite this he didn't want to believe in the legends, so in the end, we didn't manage to open his mind in the slightest. What is your name, if I may inquire?"


Word Count: 1,140
Table picture by Klomonx


We are the chosen ones,
we sacrifice our blood,
We kill for honour

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We are the holy ones,
our armour stained with blood,
We killed the dragon


#6
Bat

Bat
  • Ohu
  • 46 posts

Bat's ears pricked just a tiny bit as he assessed the voices now that he was right up on them. With his gifts, it was easy to hear them from far away but up close it was even easier to catch different nuances. Both of the dogs... no, not dogs. Bat had heard the word wolf tossed around. Although he had never before encountered one in his entire life, knew of no one that had ever done so, there was still a feeling of unease that went with that. Dogs and wolves were always on unsteady, shaky ground with one another even instinctively. However, Bat was not going to let one single word color his entire opinion. If they were wolves then, well, he would figure out what he would do from there. And they seemed to be on Ohu's side. Both of their voices held the raspier tone of one who had advanced in years and their words confirmed that they had been something similar to what he was - a member of Ohu who wandered and ranged far and wide. From their words, it seemed like they went even further than Bat did, who simply contained himself to the boundaries of Ohu to ensure its survival and safety. "My apologies," he offered up to the scoff from the one at the thought of his being a member of the patrol. It was reminiscent of the way that some of the older soldiers, Kurotora particularly, held themselves and spoke of themselves.

Both of the canines introduced themselves as users of battougas and that surprised him. So far as he knew, the only members of Ohu that had a battouga were Gin and Weed. That was what had made them so special. Yet both of them were claiming this, claiming something similar and yet different. There were many things about Ohu's history that Bat did not know. Some of the older soldiers, or even some of the younger ones that had been a part of Ohu their entire lives, probably would have known the facts as they had been handed down and never considered that newer members from the outside might need to know the information because they encountered these two. "I had thought that only the Leaders knew something like that." It was not condemning or accusing at all, although with his general neutral and even tone it was sometimes hard to tell if he was being dry and sarcastic or if he was merely being serious for others. Bat was genuinely curious, for knowledge was just as much of a weapon as teeth and claws could be.

"My name is Bat, formerly of Shingan." He would always be from there, of course, but Ohu was his home now. He wasn't going to dive into the details of his past with two strangers. If they had spent any amount of time here during Hougen's reign then they would surely know that he had worked as one of the Great Dane's generals. If not, well, it really wasn't their business. Not yet anyways. Indeed, Bat and his fellow generals that had switched to Ohu were less than proud of their time working for Hougen. They had seen the difference in how Gin and Weed led. There was no changing the things that they had done, the past was now the past and firmly out of their control, but that didn't mean that they couldn't feel shame for it at times in their own private moments. "I patrol and help run patrols for Ohu. I am rarely within Gajou's confines so I rely on others to deliver news of what's been happening."

The news that another intruder had come into the heart of Ohu was disturbing. Despite Ohu's teachings, Bat was still different; he probably always would be. That was part of the reason that he rarely visited Gajou all that much. Bat accepted the ideal that Ohu opened its metaphorical doors to any who wished to join but he wondered, and worried, at the fact that they allowed just anyone to come up and challenge the Leaders. Of course, if they tried to assess every single canine, if they tried to prevent some while allowing others, then what would they be? They would no longer be Ohu, the Dog's Paradise. He understood that, but it still didn't sit well with him... especially in situations like this where another dog came onto their grounds full of idiotic ideals and challenges and then fought members of Ohu, injured them possibly, and learned absolutely nothing from the experience. It was a fool's game and they were all playing it quite firmly, but what could they do?

"Would he still be in the area?" Bat would look forward to meeting and teaching this dog a lesson, but then perhaps there would be no lesson learned. Some dogs refused to believe and refused to accept what they were shown with their own two eyes. Sometimes being blind was far more beneficial than having eyes, Bat had found. "I dislike that another dog could walk so freely into our midst and challenge two of our members." Bat would not challenge any dog for how they ran things and he wouldn't challenge Gin or Weed for their rules but it rankled at times. How were they supposed to keep Paradise and the Leaders safe if things like this continued to happen?

No fear, destination darkness.


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#7
Retsuga

Retsuga
  • Ohu
  • 23 posts


Step by step.
One, two, three, four.


{{OCC:}}

Come with me,
I'll carry you away!




"What a mean old wolf you are, Retsuga, those poor trees can't defend themselves against your fangs, hardly the behaviour worthy of such a noble wolf such as yourself. As for me perhaps you would call my skill cheating, but is it really? If you are allowed to use your Battouga, then I should be able to use my harmless mist. Who knows, maybe it'll help you improve your eyesight."

The origin of Retsuga's missing eye, or the scar that nearly divided his face, remained a mystery. Maybe it had been nothing more than a simple training accident, or maybe it had a darker origin that the old wolf chose not to reveal. After all, not all scars signified a heroic achievement or glory. Some of them were signs of abuse or treason, and perhaps his scar fell on such ancient times. Even if they did, any past Retsuga had was so long ago that many now residing in Ohu would have little idea about who or where the wolf with the missing eye came from. Maybe he decided the whole explanation to be too trivial to explain, or, even, that no one had ever directly asked him about it. "Haha, some of these trees may be older than you or I, they must have some source of nobility. They should hold their wounds with pride! Not every tree becomes target practice." The wolf's interest was then drawn to to the symbols and shapes that the mist created. He could easily make out the tree, but the star took a moment or two longer, perhaps because Retsuga wondered if any symbolism was behind it. He knew that Gin had often been symbolised with a falling star, but maybe it was more profound than that? Or maybe Hyouma meant nothing at all. "If your mist becomes too thick I could easily blow it away with a puff of wind, you know." Retsuga commented casually, as Hyouma knew his abilities well. The wolf hardly cared who knew or did not know of them, he was far too old to be a secret. "Maybe it isn't cheating, but it is quite inconvenient for your enemy. It doesn't at all help that you blend right in, mohawk and all." The wolf was only kidding, Hyouma was a dear friend to him, as he was the only other wolf within Ohu. "Besides, you have a battouga of your own, we are fairly matched, I'd say."

"I am not so sure about that, I am however positive that you will successfully chase away any intruder in the future; we are both unused to fighting, though we are still capable of defending our home, we're not as... skilled as we used to be. Our limbs are rusty while those young rapscallions are still supple as can be. I can't say that he was able to hurt me considerably, any pain I received from that pitiful battle was minute. Made my body ache, at best, as for the Battouga, I did. I thought that, perhaps, if he witnessed it, he would stop regarding the old legends as lies. But of course my plan worked poorly."

The old wolf sighed, nodding, although reluctantly. Of course he was grateful that his old friend had come to his aide, but to have an old friend aide him against such a novice foe? To see his life begin to flash before his eyes simply because he was rusty and his fangs did not have the grip they once did was humiliating. Not only was Retsuga a member of Ohu, but he was also a wolf, not a dog, and possessed far superior strength. As if to add to the insult, he was the user of a Battouga! Perhaps it would have been better for the old wolf to die than live in humiliation, but Retsuga did not believe this. He would rather be alive. Being dead seemed to be much too boring. "What has become of the young? I could understand doubt, we all doubted that Gin was the user of the Zetsu when we first met him. However to hold that belief, to hold that everything is fictional when it is preformed on them? It lead to far too many deaths of our comrades, you know. I would like to believe we've learned more than that by now." His sole eye glanced up at the sky, as if remembering the young wolf Hyakkiga once more. He had wanted to see the world outside where he was born...but his eyes had faded before he was able. Simply because of doubt and distrust of the Ohu dogs. However Retsuga mustered a good natured, although sad, smile. "I am glad you did not receive too great a wound. It would a shame to be the last wolf among Ohu, and what would become of us if he inherited your Battouga?" He grimaced, his fur jumping on end, although he seemed to be kidding - although it was a very dark sort of kid, to be sure.

"I am Hyouma, the user of the Metsu Hen'i Battouga. I'm afraid that I don't recognise this fellow, either. It is as Retsuga says; I saved my friend before I continued the battle on my own, but I failed to get a good grip on my opponent. I eventually showed him my Battouga, though I didn't manage to sustain any mentionable damage. Despite this he didn't want to believe in the legends, so in the end, we didn't manage to open his mind in the slightest. What is your name, if I may inquire?"
"My apologies. I had thought that only the Leaders knew something like that. My name is Bat, formerly of Shingan. I patrol and help run patrols for Ohu. I am rarely within Gajou's confines so I rely on others to deliver news of what's been happening."


The ignorance of the blind dog that neither he nor his friend recognised was to be expected. A few of the older soldiers had inherited the battougas, but many of them had also been lost with the death of the wolf who carried it. It also seemed, as the years passed, that only the user of the strongest battouga - that is, Gin and Weed - were ever allowed to display their ability. This was good, of course, as it meant little conflict occurred within Ohu, but it was also sad to see his history - as the battouga itself was his (and Hyouma's) history. Only chosen ones were able to use such attacks, and it required much discipline and determination to master. Either way, Retsuga was not at all insulted by Bat. "Hello, Bat." Retsuga inclined his head slightly (even though the gesture may be lost to the blind dog, the wolf seemed not to care). The wolf may not have known Bat's name or face, but he had certainly heard stories involving Hougen and his generals. If not from rumours then from those involved - such as Ben and Kurotora. How on earth those two, two who wielded a battouga each, could be felled by this blind Labrador was beyond the wolf. But he mustn't judge appearances."There are, in fact, eight Battougas. Originally only chosen members of our race were able to use them, but when we met and fought both with and against Ohu, some of our attacks were passed on, others were lost. Some of the older generation of Ohu carry the ability, even if they don't talk about it much." Retsuga paused, and then added, as he believed it was fitting that only he speak of the Zetsu, something that had been his father's attack. "The Zetsu, the one that Gin and Weed wield, is the strongest of the eight. Gin's father, Riki, learned it from my father Fuuga, when Riki saved his life many years ago." It seemed like an eternity, and the wolf hardly seemed to note that he was actually a wolf. There were tensions between the two races, but wolves were scarce, and he and Hyouma were perhaps an exception to the rule. They had no other family or friends of their kind - all of them were lost. And, at least for Retsuga, the users of the remaining battougas seemed to him like brothers. He could not abandon them.

"Would he still be in the area? I dislike that another dog could walk so freely into our midst and challenge two of our members."

The old wolf thought for a moment, and then turned to his friend with a slight tilt to his head. He was unsure, would the dog still be in the area? Retsuga had left Hyouma to do what he could to teach the youngster, but he had little idea what had become of him. For all Retsuga knew, the dog - who, Retsuga realised, he did not even know the name of - could be nearby, learning all of their secrets. However he believed that if an intruder were near, Bat would know. A blind patrol dog may have seemed like an absurd idea, but it was easy enough for Retsuga to realise that a blind dog would have sharper senses in smell and sound than a regular canine. His fellow wolves carried far more extraordinary abilities back in the day, so such an ability was not too hard to believe. However he was at a loss for words, and he stopped himself from preforming a useless shrug to the other dog. "I am unsure of his whereabouts. Hyouma would know more of the subject than I." His torn ear flicked slightly at Bat's next statement. "It isn't the first time such has occurred. When we first met Ohu it was in the form of a kidnapping, but the details on such are far too long." However Retsuga spoke these words humorously, even though it had been the truth. He had been one of the ones to kidnap Cross, even after being wounded by Gin's battouga. Of course Retsuga had had an unfair advantage - his hurricanes. He then sighed, shaking his head sadly. "But yes, it is very disheartening. If he has half a brain he would leave the area, word travels fast, does it not? But I doubt he'll be gone for long. If he doesn't show up in a matter of months, another young blood with hatred in his heart will appear to take his place. Doubt and lies spread much faster than truth, I'm sure you know." His travels had allowed Retsuga to hear many opinions on many things, and he had heard far to many stories about the 'myths' of Ohu to truly be surprised. However that didn't mean he had been caught off guard during the fight, he had, and his wise knowledge hardly worked to his advantage as he was far too mouthy to put the wisdom to good use. That was a fault on the old wolf's part.


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#8
Hyouma

Hyouma
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But I saw it coming, flying through the air,
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where?

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Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.


"Haha, some of these trees may be older than you or I, they must have some source of nobility. They should hold their wounds with pride! Not every tree becomes target practice. If your mist becomes too thick I could easily blow it away with a puff of wind, you know. Maybe it isn't cheating, but it is quite inconvenient for your enemy. It doesn't at all help that you blend right in, mohawk and all. Besides, you have a battouga of your own, we are fairly matched, I'd say."

"Well, you know what they say; respect your elders," said Hyouma and laughed slightly again, though it sounded more like a snort, for this might have been something that Retsuga - indeed, even the grey wolf himself! - may have preached to the newer generation. "I guess so, but for all we know the trees might not be so noble. One day one might exact revenge by falling down on you, and don't tell me I didn't warn you if it does happen." He nodded gravely as he ended his sentence, as if he truly believed that the trees were aware of who had hurt one of their comrades and were ready to throw their own lives away in order to eliminate a single, pesky wolf. Who knew, perhaps Ohu's next great enemy would be the trees and plants, ready to end the massive slaughter that had been dealt to them after the many battles that had taken place within the forest. It would not come as a big surprise if this was what would happen next. After demonic bears, wolves with supernatural powers, nearly invincible dogs, monkeys, and the many other beings that had fought against or with Ohu, there was scarcely anything left to surprise an old veteran. "Oh, but your reflexes are growing slow, my dear friend. By the time you've managed to blow the mist away, I'm most likely at your throat already." There was no real symbolism behind the shapes that Hyouma procured with his mist, though there was a thought behind each of them. The cherry-blossom was inspired by a thought of the long-since gone Benizakura, although Hyouma had not known the dog personally, he could not help but feel inspired whenever the name had been brought up amongst the older Ohu soldiers; the second one was rather self-explanatory, and referred to Gin, the falling star. "Yes, I believe you are right," he replied, despite the joking manner in which Retsuga spoke.

"What has become of the young? I could understand doubt, we all doubted that Gin was the user of the Zetsu when we first met him. However to hold that belief, to hold that everything is fictional when it is preformed on them? It lead to far too many deaths of our comrades, you know. I would like to believe we've learned more than that by now. I am glad you did not receive too great a wound. It would a shame to be the last wolf among Ohu, and what would become of us if he inherited your Battouga?"

At least it seemed like Retsuga wasn't feeling too blue at the moment, although he could as well be hiding his true feelings away from his friend. Still, Hyouma was glad that his fellow wolf was strong enough not to let the incident hold him down for too long. "Yes, it is not the doubt itself that I dislike, but the stubborn attitude of the young. They hold onto their beliefs despite all the proof that's flung against them, so it seems." He exhaled a sigh of his own. Being unable to convince a youngster of the legends and the power of the Battouga was bad enough, so if he had suffered the same fate as Retsuga, Hyouma would have surely been in a less than splendid mood. The heir of Reima often descended into bad mood, and a humiliating loss would have ignited one worse than all that had come before. "We might have, but young dogs will be young dogs. The same goes for any other canines... or creatures, really. Despite the knowledge of their elders, they need to learn certain things for themselves. One can only hope that they won't bring too much harm to themselves and those around them in the process." Hyouma's serious expression, which had been accentuated by his characteristic eyebrows, suddenly faded from his face and a smile slowly appeared in its place, though it, too, held a certain sadness. "I certainly hope that such would not happen. But if it did, I believe you would be obliged to end his life." Despite Retsuga's recent loss against the stranger, it seemed like Hyouma still had faith in the old wolf - if he had lost against a younger opponent who did not possess a Battouga of his own, then surely he would meet Death against one who had the attack at his disposal?

"My apologies. I had thought that only the Leaders knew something like that. My name is Bat, formerly of Shingan. I patrol and help run patrols for Ohu. I am rarely within Gajou's confines so I rely on others to deliver news of what's been happening."

"Hello, Bat. There are, in fact, eight Battougas. Originally only chosen members of our race were able to use them, but when we met and fought both with and against Ohu, some of our attacks were passed on, others were lost. Some of the older generation of Ohu carry the ability, even if they don't talk about it much. The Zetsu, the one that Gin and Weed wield, is the strongest of the eight. Gin's father, Riki, learned it from my father Fuuga, when Riki saved his life many years ago."


Hyouma was not at all surprised by the Labrador's ignorance either, nor was he offended by it. It was after all common that dogs did not know about the history of the Battougas... perhaps the younger generation of wolves, if they even existed anymore within this land, had no idea about these old legends, either. Of course it hurt him to think of this, but it was the cruel way in which time erased old things in order to replace those old traditions, names or locations with new ones. Hyouma knew all too well the ruthless force of Father Time. "Greetings, Bat," he said with a nod. Although the dog would be unable to see his gesture, it was a mere reflex from his side. "I see. It makes sense then that we didn't recognise you." Hyouma did not always reside within Gajou, but it was true that he didn't prowl around their territories as much as he used to do. Whenever he wasn't inside the fortress, though, he took a walk through Ohu instead of talking with other members. Retsuga's history lesson was old news to Hyouma, but it had been a while since he had heard their past and their ancient techniques being explained to someone who was ignorant of them. He listened in silence, sometimes nodding as if to confirm the truth in his friend's words even though it was unnecessary to do so. It had little to do with agreeing and more to do with falling into a sort of trance upon hearing someone speak of his past. The old man did not travel far though, and when Retsuga was done he turned to Bat. "It is as my old friend has explained to you." There was nothing which he felt inclined to add, and in truth he was too bothered by his own thoughts to come up with something worthy of saying. Hyouma felt a kind of sadness come over him again, something which he had hitherto attempted to keep at bay, but hearing Retsuga speaking of the times of yore made him remember the old friends which they had lost, and how ancient he truly was. Why had he lived on, while everyone else, even his own father, had died?

"Would he still be in the area? I dislike that another dog could walk so freely into our midst and challenge two of our members."

"I am unsure of his whereabouts. Hyouma would know more of the subject than I. It isn't the first time such has occurred. When we first met Ohu it was in the form of a kidnapping, but the details on such are far too long. But yes, it is very disheartening. If he has half a brain he would leave the area, word travels fast, does it not? But I doubt he'll be gone for long. If he doesn't show up in a matter of months, another young blood with hatred in his heart will appear to take his place. Doubt and lies spread much faster than truth, I'm sure you know."


It would have been a delight to see Bat trying to teach the intruder a lesson. Perhaps he would have better luck than Hyouma and Retsuga, for he was younger than them both and might have been greater at convincing others. Either way, it was a good thing that the Labrador had been absent during the incident. They had both been humiliated enough and having a former General in their audience would have only made the wounds upon their prides deeper. "I'm not sure where he went either, but if he's still within our boundaries I'm positive that he won't be of any more trouble," he snorted, showing that he didn't truly believe his own words and was merely being sarcastic, "at least, that is what I hope. Whether or not he's still in the territory or whether he'll cease being a fool or not, we know about his existence now and I'm sure he won't be dealt with lightly if he tries anything again. Still, I believe he's only a minor nuisance." Naturally, there was no way of knowing if he had been a soldier from another pack, but the stranger had not acted in a way that suggested such. Besides, why would a pack send out one of theirs in order to challenge Ohu of all places? It made no sense, from Hyouma's point of view. "Sadly, I think Retsuga is right. He seemed like a stubborn fellow, which means there's a pretty big chance he'll want to come and try again. Or maybe he's away harassing some other poor souls, if we're lucky," Hyouma shrugged at his theories and sighed yet again, "it is irritating, if anything, to see such dogs come on their inane quests. However, it seems to be a rather common thing these days." Perhaps he wanted to go on a long-winded rant about how terrible youngsters of today were, but Hyouma went silent with only a disapproving expression on his face providing any clues as to what his thoughts were.


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#9
Bat

Bat
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Neither of the wolves turned any form of aggression on him nor did they seem to scoff at his lack of general knowledge. The fact of the matter was that Bat was fairly woefully ignorant when it came to much of Ohu's history. Oh, he had heard the greater portions of the stories about how Gin had done much as his son had - helped to gather dogs to fight a monstrous foe. He had heard of a demon bear and dogs of great fighting prowess and spirit. On the subject of wolves and their involvement with Ohu, and really much else other than the larger, grander parts of the legends along with the pieces that he himself had participated it, Bat held very little information. Though the general uneasiness of the 'domestic' for the 'wild' existed within him it was diminished by the years he had spent running wild and the simple fact that he had never before encountered a wolf and neither of these were offering threat. Not only that, but they were allied with Ohu.

With his usual penchant for silence, Bat stood and listened to the two elderly canines as they spoke. He focused mostly on Retsuga for the moment, given that he was explaining the fact that there were far more battougas than Bat had ever dreamed that there could be. If these wolves had been present during Hougen's reign would it have lasted as long as it did? What if any of the other dogs had possessed more than the one battouga? Well, they hadn't. Bat supposed that burying oneself in what ifs certainly did little in the scheme of things. He dipped his head once in acknowledgment of the wolf's words as he finished explaining. "Interesting. I think few of us have ever heard that." He turned his head slightly as the other wolf spoke and gave a simple nod. There was little reason to respond to those words for they were true. That was likely why he had never seen Hyouma either. If the wolves were not constantly at Gajou and Bat himself was out patrolling then their paths would rarely cross.

"Mm," was Bat's only initial comment to the answer that the two wolves gave him. If this dog had not been thoroughly driven off or wounded then odds were he would be back. Bat would have to keep a - metaphorical - eye out for him. Perhaps he could make a suggestion that they up patrols or do something. He had little desire to see another Hougen in his time. Though he had held a hatred and a darkness within his heart and, at times, he felt that those things still remained buried deep inside there had been something within Gin and within Weed that had unlocked and unfolded at least some of Bat's goodness. He often felt out of place within Gajou and the heart of Ohu, as if he didn't belong, but that didn't stop him from supporting the ideals. That was why he made his rounds. If idiotic dogs continued to attempt to overthrow their Leaders then there would need to be someone who would attempt to stop them before they even got there. "I'm afraid you're both correct in your assumptions. Even if this dog does not try, there will be others that will do so in his stead. There have been others that have tried before him and surely there will be more after."

For a long moment, the Labrador was silent again, his sightless eyes seemingly gazing off into the distance as he thought. The ex-general of Hougen's was certainly not an overly social being and he didn't spend much time around the subordinates or his fellow soldiers of Ohu. Partly because of his general loner nature, partly because of the feeling that he didn't quite belong to Ohu and to the land as they did, and mostly simply because he found himself busy much of the time. Of course that business was all his own doing. He could have idled at Gajou, recumbent and with not much to do, but he could no more do that than he could go and frolic about as a puppy might. It just wasn't in his nature.

The black dog's ears shifted forward some, focusing more on the two wolves. "Will you be remaining in the area for awhile?" Bat liked to know the whereabouts of most of the residents of Ohu. It helped him keep a mental list. His question was for more reasons than just that though. If this dog returned, or another decided to try his luck, might the appearance of two warriors, no matter how old they might be, be enough to tip the scales? He wasn't going to count on it in the least but anything that put more numbers in their corner was a good thing so far as the Labrador was concerned.


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#10
Retsuga

Retsuga
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Step by step.
One, two, three, four.


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Come with me,
I'll carry you away!




"Well, you know what they say; respect your elders, I guess so, but for all we know the trees might not be so noble. One day one might exact revenge by falling down on you, and don't tell me I didn't warn you if it does happen. Oh, but your reflexes are growing slow, my dear friend. By the time you've managed to blow the mist away, I'm most likely at your throat already. Yes, I believe you are right."

Shaking his head, the wolf smiled a smile as if to suggest that even though such an occurrence was absurd, he would humour Hyouma and remain on his guard. To think, what would Ohu do if the trees suddenly decided, with all their might, to fall and eradicate the ever warring dogs (and wolves)? Retsuga was certain, much too certain, of his ability to escape such a fate. What he lacked in speed he made up for with his simple ability to produce a hurricane. What tree could fight against the wind and rain? In fact, to Retsuga's memory, were not trees the servants of hurricanes? A strong enough gust could cause a number of trees to block one's path. It would be a terrible way to die, but Retsuga doubted that such a fate would befall him. He had already proven that he was much more capable of dying in the less dramatic fashion, with one's throat cut out. However with Hyouma's statement that he would be at Retsuga's throat faster than Retsuga could find him, the brown wolf let out a laugh. He did believe Hyouma and him to be equally matched, and it was all too possible that Hyouma was the faster of the two; but why should Retsuga accept that? It was like any competitive duo that had known each other for so long. "Is that so? Well when the trees begin to fall and I can't see them through your mist, I will die with the thought that the trees successfully snuffed both of us out at once, like two bickering bucks." The thought of dying in such a silly fight was preposterous, but perhaps it was better than dying any number of ways. With an amused flick of his tail, Retsuga humbly nodded his head; he knew they were well matched. His simple jokes being met seriously easily caught his attention. The wolf would not take his kidding too far; not unless he had reason to, anyway. As for the symbolism, Retsuga slowly thought of the stories he heard of the dog that gave up his life to drown a bear; it was just like one of those fairy tales you were certain could never happen, but all the same wished that it would.

"Yes, it is not the doubt itself that I dislike, but the stubborn attitude of the young. They hold onto their beliefs despite all the proof that's flung against them, so it seems. We might have, but young dogs will be young dogs. The same goes for any other canines... or creatures, really. Despite the knowledge of their elders, they need to learn certain things for themselves. One can only hope that they won't bring too much harm to themselves and those around them in the process. I certainly hope that such would not happen. But if it did, I believe you would be obliged to end his life."

If Retsuga were in a bad mood, he hid it fairly well. To lose faith in his abilities would be the ultimate death sentence, and instead the old wolf wished to simply move on and to try to keep a repeat episode from occurring. To remain sad about it, to remain mad about it, both inwardly and outwardly would not help Retsuga to improve. With a sigh of disgust, the old wolf shook his head. If he had been younger, maybe he would have sided with the stubborn pups - was he not stubborn, even now? - But Retsuga remembered himself as being disciplined, he knew how to follow orders, and he had tried, when the light was shown into his eye, to prevent the needless deaths of various comrades. But in his youth he had been naive, so now was it not unreasonable to believe that the wolf had acquired a cynical outlook toward the young? He had seen much to prove his cynical views, but also much to prove that there was a light forming amongst the young today. "And if they do, there will simply be more fights, more legends, more wars which cause others to be forgotten and their lessons to be lost. We can only hope the informed among the young can stop such from occurring." His tongue traced over his fangs, "if it were the last act I were to preform, the would commit the murder without a second thought. It would be an insult to your memory to see a puppy unsheathe your fangs." Hyouma was more than worthy of the battouga he had; was he not the son of Reima? If the pack had not fallen apart, Hyouma may very well would have been their leader.

"Greetings, Bat. I see. It makes sense then that we didn't recognise you. It is as my old friend has explained to you."
"Interesting. I think few of us have ever heard that."


Speaking of the old memories that were lost amidst the passage of time surely wore on Retsuga's memory as well. It was hard not to remember old friends, and even harder to forget those whom he had lost-such as his mother and father. He no doubt knew of Hyouma's sadness, but did not address it. It was to be expected that most of the the older dogs felt this way; they often would question why it was they had to be the ones to live, when their siblings or fellow warriors were not. To question such inner workings of the world was hard, if not impossible, for the old wolf some days. But he still had Hyouma, did he not? He himself still held his old friends' memories, and whats more, Ohu still survived. It remained as a holder of all of the histories and friends that existed, even if they only existed in his memory. Ohu became the scene of all the memories, all the histories that at one time would be forgotten. Perhaps the trees held more secrets and stories after all? "Very few realise, and even fewer ask." The one-eyed wolf commented, which was usually the truth. They would only ask if the question presented itself, but not out of their own curiosity, and not because of prior knowledge. Perhaps it was only the work of progress to forget the old and embrace the new.

"I'm not sure where he went either, but if he's still within our boundaries I'm positive that he won't be of any more trouble, at least, that is what I hope. Whether or not he's still in the territory or whether he'll cease being a fool or not, we know about his existence now and I'm sure he won't be dealt with lightly if he tries anything again. Still, I believe he's only a minor nuisance. Sadly, I think Retsuga is right. He seemed like a stubborn fellow, which means there's a pretty big chance he'll want to come and try again. Or maybe he's away harassing some other poor souls, if we're lucky, it is irritating, if anything, to see such dogs come on their inane quests. However, it seems to be a rather common thing these days."
"Mm, I'm afraid you're both correct in your assumptions. Even if this dog does not try, there will be others that will do so in his stead. There have been others that have tried before him and surely there will be more after.Will you be remaining in the area for awhile?"


The long silence that drifted through the air after Hyouma spoke was far from a positive one. It was to be expected, but it still made Retsuga uneasy. Those who not only talked to the young, but also had to deal with them would surely feel this way. It was all too apparent to Retsuga that perhaps, the subject should be changed. Now that the elders spoke of their stories and secrets, what of the Labrador? It was a curious thing to see a dog who was blind, the only other one Retsuga knew of had been Ben. And Ben did not receive this blindness through a fight or birth, but from poison. Tilting his head and narrowing his only eye inquisitively, Retsuga wondered about the reason behind it. After all, the wolf was one eye away from being blind himself, but his eye was nothing more than a socket, whilst Bat's were scarred; perhaps they had been scarred shut. "I will, I have spent far too much time away from here." He could not speak for Hyouma, even though in reality he probably could, the wolf chose not to. "May I inquire, Bat, how do you fight without your eyes?" It was easy enough to guess a blind dog had his other senses to rely upon-but certainly this still put him at a disadvantage? He could not see the scenery, the traps, he could not see the location of any number of things that a canine with one or two eyes may see. "The only other blind dog I know of is Ben, and his eyes were made that way by poison."


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#11
Hyouma

Hyouma
  • Ohu
  • 14 posts

But I saw it coming, flying through the air,
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where?

{{OOC; }}
Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.


"Is that so? Well when the trees begin to fall and I can't see them through your mist, I will die with the thought that the trees successfully snuffed both of us out at once, like two bickering bucks."

Hyouma chuckled merrily at his comrade's theories, finding their whole conversation very amusing. It was easily guessed that the grey wolf would have loathed to die such a pitiful death - any canine who had ever heard of Ohu and its heroes wished to die in the same, heroic ways as they, but there should be no shame in an undramatic death, either. Hyouma knew this, and would have simply felt sorrow and pity to the one who met with such a fate. Which was exactly the reason why he didn't want to end in such a way himself. "Ah, I hope the day when we get in a serious fight will never come," he said as he shook his head, the mohawk gently swaying as he did so, "and if it does, perhaps it is fate that it should be put to an end by mother nature herself." Pointless bickerings were common between the two wolves, perhaps amongst the older soldiers of Ohu in general, and it would come as no surprise if some natural force would deem fit to end it in a violent manner. Hyouma smirked as he remembered the surprising demise of the late Hougen. "To die by your fangs, though, would be equally as honourable as to die beside you in battle, Retsuga" It was true that both Gin and Weed were admirable in their own ways - the former especially - yet they couldn't match the respect Hyouma had for his fellow wolf, and if there was anyone who he would have the pleasure to be killed by or to die together with, it would be the old one-eyed wolf.

"And if they do, there will simply be more fights, more legends, more wars which cause others to be forgotten and their lessons to be lost. We can only hope the informed among the young can stop such from occurring. if it were the last act I were to preform, the would commit the murder without a second thought. It would be an insult to your memory to see a puppy unsheathe your fangs."

Hyouma listened to the other's words in silence. Anyone who knew him well should have been aware of what he thought about his own, recent ineptitude, but he could not go about showing it so publicly, just like Retsuga. Indeed it was still possible to see the trace of disappointment in the two wolves' eyes, but they were both proud enough to keep their emotions in check. What kind of leader would Hyouma have been if he couldn't even control something so simple? True, he had no pack of his own, and though he was a respected and valuable member of Ohu there were few opportunities to lead, yet he needed to play the part as a worthy heir to his father's legacy. That was the least he could do to honour Reima's memory. "How powerless we are when we are confronted with the flow of time itself. When we die there is no way for us to see to it that the younger generation is not led astray; but at the same time, our concern for the living world will also disappear." Hyouma was not apt to believe in idle flatter or any other, fleeting words of kindness for he knew how riddle with lies conversations could be, but the words of Retsuga were always to be trusted. "It gladdens me to hear such. None other would get the job done better than yourself." Ah, how he had wished to come back from the dead and extract his revenge by himself, or at least aid his friend in doing so if he ever died in such a way! The numerous tales of Ohu told of extraordinary things, not to say paranormal, and it would not have been a surprising end to a cocky pup's fruitless endeavours if he were to be slain by a phantom.

"Mm, I'm afraid you're both correct in your assumptions. Even if this dog does not try, there will be others that will do so in his stead. There have been others that have tried before him and surely there will be more after.Will you be remaining in the area for awhile?"

"I will, I have spent far too much time away from here. May I inquire, Bat, how do you fight without your eyes? The only other blind dog I know of is Ben, and his eyes were made that way by poison."


The past was, without a doubt, important to Hyouma, but he took care not to focus too intently on it. Every now and then it was easy to fall back on old memories and it could be hard to get back to the surface of the present again. He always managed to come out unscathed from these situations, which didn't mean that he was unsympathetic towards those who did find their memories too hard to repress, forget or simply ignore. He understood these sufferings very well. "Vermin such as them are hard to exterminate, sadly," said Hyouma in a gruff tone of voice. It would indeed be necessary to keep an eye out for the young cur, though in a way it bothered the aged wolf, for he would have rather ignored the dog altogether. Of course he knew they could do nothing of the sort, he could come back and cause trouble, perhaps even harm innocents in the process of getting to Gin or Weed. It had not struck Hyouma that the dog had been capable of doing such, but no risks were to be taken. His temper could be short at times but he was no imbecile; he could anticipate what would happen in the future and would do his best to prevent any disasters. "Yes, I will be around as well. The next time I come across that youngster, I ought to make him lose his bearings with my mist." He chuckled, only half-serious with his proposal, although it sounded to him like an amusing prank to play on such an arrogant person. "I would like to hear that as well. To fight without the aid of one's eyes takes talent." Hyouma spoke truthfully, as there was nothing to gain from complimenting Bat, and he, too, was curious to know what the Labrador's "secret" was. If the dog was capable of fighting without seeing, then Hyouma's mist was utterly useless against him - an excellent thing for him seeing as they were both on the same side, but a devastating blow to anyone who was not.


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"Very true," the black dog answered in response to Retsuga's words. Of course, to most dogs it would never even occur to ask. Most dogs didn't even know of the battouga. They wouldn't even dream of asking more questions. Well, he supposed that only fools ever stopped learning. Now that Bat knew there were others it was something he could keep in his mind. It might something to guard against (or warn others of) some day. After all, if these two wolves knew a battouga and Gin and Weed knew one then who was to say they might not some day face off against another dog or a rare wolf that knew the skills?

For a moment, the Labrador offered only a snort in response to Hyouma's words. "With warning and preparation, however, it becomes much easier," he finally stated. Others would know about it and others would be prepared. Bat was not exactly the most forgiving of canines. He would not believe a stranger who had come to challenge their Leaders would suddenly turn up as if he had turned over a new leaf. But that was why he was never quite the same as the other dogs of Ohu. His life had been a long one full of pain and betrayal. The ends justified the means, in his mind, and forgiveness was not something he gave lightly. And he never forgot. He might not be able to see, but he could use his mind and that, more than anything, was his greatest weapon.

Though there was little surprise to him that both of the old dogs asked about his blindness and how he had learned to fight. It was a fairly common question for him - at least whenever he allowed someone to actually speak with him at any length. "My senses are sharp. I have trained them and myself over many years, taking risks. The mind's eye is very effective when I must fight." Some dogs had claimed it was some supernatural skill, some form of mind reading or seeing into the future. Bat was not so superstitious. He was not one hundred percent certain what it was, but he did know that he had worked very hard to train himself to be able to fight and to win his fights. Advanced senses, mind-reading, whatever it was it worked well for him.

"It is not a skill such as your battougas, at least I do not believe it to be so. But it has come in handy over the years." He had caught spies, had been able to sense others coming, could practically scent things changing. It had served him quite well. Blindness was a devastating affliction and he very well could have been unable to keep himself alive, yet he had persevered. That was what made him so resilient now. Life had built him up to be a survivor and not one of those that failed and sank into obscurity. He didn't mind speaking some of his training, for it had all been his own sets of trial and error - hoping that he survived, learning what might aid him in avoiding injury or death. If they wished to know how he had become blind, however, they would not gain much foothold there. Bat had told no one in his life about his younger years and he wasn't planning on doing so now. He would have said 'not unless they were close companions', but Bat did not really have anyone he could list as a close companion and it wasn't very likely that he ever would. His nature simply didn't really mesh well with something of that nature.

"If the both of you will be remaining, I will feel better about the security of Gajou if you are there." He couldn't be everywhere at once. No one could. The more soldiers they had at Gajou - soldiers and not subordinates - the better off they were. Even the older soldiers were still capable of putting up defenses that surprised younger dogs. Two wolves with battougas were a definite asset to security.


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"Ah, I hope the day when we get in a serious fight will never come, and if it does, perhaps it is fate that it should be put to an end by mother nature herself. To die by your fangs, though, would be equally as honourable as to die beside you in battle, Retsuga "

The brown wolf nodded, fate was always the strongest force when it came to deciding who lived and who died. He had watched his friends fall, and even now he missed them – but Hyouma was alongside him. Fate had decided to keep the two sons of leaders together. “With luck, neither of us will have to die at all – at least not in that way.” He smiled, hoping in the end that the peace Ohu knew would remain for just a little while longer. However if it didn't? Retsuga would proudly fight alongside his new home until the end. His new brothers were here, and if they fell there would be hell to pay from the son of Fuuga. He may have been beaten by a young pup, but there was always another chance to redeem himself. The wolf couldn't let one measly fight hurt him, he was old and the world was young. It was only reasonable to suspect the wolf was not as he used to be, as much as he hid it behind a viel of pride and impressive ability.

"How powerless we are when we are confronted with the flow of time itself. When we die there is no way for us to see to it that the younger generation is not led astray; but at the same time, our concern for the living world will also disappear. It gladdens me to hear such. None other would get the job done better than yourself."

Time and fate went about their ways hand in hand. They guide many to the world of darkness, to the world of light, and still more to the world beyond. “I have confidence in the sons and daughters of the soldiers we fought with, Hyouma. If the rest of the world falls apart they shall hold the world up to our standards. The things I have seen tell me not only will they be able to do so, but they must.” He chuckled, “and if they don't we must remember to come back and pay them a visit. If a simple Akita and German Shepherd can return from the dead, so can the noble wolf.” Retsuga had never known Riki or many of the first generation of Ohu soldiers, but he had met John and Smith, among others. It was a shame they passed on, but time went on – so should they. He chuckled, “and if you find yourself in the afterlife believing that truly the living world does not concern you, I will force you to come back with me to the land of the living. Our friends and family still exist when we need them most, and I expect the same passion from you in times of need.” One could only imagine Retsuga dragging his friend down from the heavens to aide Ohu in anyway they could. From the way Retsuga was, one could hardly doubt him. With the power of a hurricane on his side the wolf seemed capable to do anything at times, and while Gin and his friends were likened to a shooting star, Retsuga found himself much more happily situated with the passion of a storm. It could wreak havoc for only a short time, but the damage it could do would be known for years.

"Vermin such as them are hard to exterminate, sadly, yes, I will be around as well. The next time I come across that youngster, I ought to make him lose his bearings with my mist.”
"Very true, with warning and preparation, however, it becomes much easier.”


Retsuga laughed at Hyouma's words, “give him an extra nip for me if you do. Tell him that not all of Ohu can be forgiving.” He didn't doubt his friends abilities, but they were both aged. After so many years it was hard for one to not be cynical. Of course, Retsuga was much more used to forgiveness, and although he was not as bitter as Bat was, he could have certainly understood them. Some did not understand what they were doing was wrong or that they misunderstood until the very end, when it was much too late. Many of his friends' deaths early on had been following the belief that Gin had been a threat, when in the end he was a great ally. The brown wolf was glad to know he did not carry on his doubt as far as others could.

"I would like to hear that as well. To fight without the aid of one's eyes takes talent."
"My senses are sharp. I have trained them and myself over many years, taking risks. The mind's eye is very effective when I must fight. It is not a skill such as your battougas, at least I do not believe it to be so. But it has come in handy over the years.”


Curious, the old wolf listened closely. It was admirable for one to fight and be so talented with a sense gone. Even with one eye Retsuga found himself sometimes at a disadvantage, but he had adjusted. The injury was an old one and he had been highly trained in isolation from the outside world of dogs – but Bat? Bat couldn't have been so lucky. The fact he was a logical risk taker amused the brown wolf, who shook his head and smiled. Weren't we all logical rick takers until we saw our mistakes? Yet with Bat he knew it was different. The dog had to literally be a bat, had to trust his surroundings and his senses more than most. “Could you demonstrate to us those skills?” Retsuga asked mildly, “if, say, Hyouma and I were to charge at you from a direction could you successfully dodge or disable us? I am merely curious. I have ever met one with your abilities.” Retsuga never dared to ask Bat how he came upon his blindness – to do that would mean explaining how he had received his own scars and Retsuga wished to move on. He wanted to know more about Bat's strange ability, he wanted to test it.

"If the both of you will be remaining, I will feel better about the security of Gajou if you are there."

“Of course. I am willing to lend any help that I can. It has been long overdue since I have defended Gajou along with the others. I am sure I have missed much and the stories I have to share I hope will at least be of worth.” Retsuga yawned, although he was not tired. He had to remind himself to speak with other Ohu soldiers and learn of what he had missed and share what he had seen. Sometimes he had come upon a few dogs here or there, some more of a threat than others. He had not ventured into the Southern Alps, however. He was ignorant of the storm brewing there, and perhaps that was his own fault.

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But I saw it coming, flying through the air,
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“With luck, neither of us will have to die at all – at least not in that way.”

Perhaps Retsuga hadn't meant it that way, but Hyouma saw a vision of the two of them, centuries old, still treading the very same earth which their younger paws had tread years before; the same ground which covered the unmoving bodies of their comrades. Left behind with only themselves as company, their souls would forever haunt the Ohu mountains. Hyouma chuckled at his thoughts, silently hoping that there was no such thing as immortality. Life was a grand thing, but to live forever, even in such an idyllic place as the fabled dog utopia, would eventually render anyone bored out of their wits - lazy, even. Sooner or later life would become too hard to bear, for one or another reason, no matter what, but Hyouma found peace in the thought that some day he would be able to escape it all and re-unite with his old friends.

“I have confidence in the sons and daughters of the soldiers we fought with, Hyouma. If the rest of the world falls apart they shall hold the world up to our standards. The things I have seen tell me not only will they be able to do so, but they must. and if they don't we must remember to come back and pay them a visit. If a simple Akita and German Shepherd can return from the dead, so can the noble wolf. and if you find yourself in the afterlife believing that truly the living world does not concern you, I will force you to come back with me to the land of the living. Our friends and family still exist when we need them most, and I expect the same passion from you in times of need.”

Hyouma found himself smirking as he listened to the other wolf's words. "You are much too positive for your age, my friend. It seems like time has been unable to stain your mind with cynicism; I don't know whether I should be jealous of you, or simply sorry. But I guess I'll have to take comfort in your words, though I have my doubts," said the old wolf with a sigh. "Well, I would not mind paying them a visit, perhaps scaring a few of the younger ones in the process." Hyouma let out a rough-sounding laughter. It further amused him to hear Retsuga say how he would drag him into the world of the living if he had to - and he did not doubt his friend's resolve at all, nor did he imagine himself trying to diminish it. "I doubt you'll have to drag me anywhere, since I'd be right by your side." If something was able to ignite the spark of passion in the heart of his friend, chances were that the very same spark would also light a fire in his own. His power was not as destructive as that of the ferocious hurricane, but it could obscure as well as hide, and could become lethal in its own right when utilised properly.

"Very true, with warning and preparation, however, it becomes much easier.”

“give him an extra nip for me if you do. Tell him that not all of Ohu can be forgiving.”


"Indeed," said Hyouma, nodding, as a grin spread across his lips. "I certainly shall, and when I do, I'll be sure to give him your name so he'll know who to go to if he has any complaints." His words were humorous and his eyes seemed to twinkle with almost childish mirth. Despite his rough exterior and brusque personality, Hyouma was not a complete foreigner to forgiveness; he was certainly able to give it, but it was not always so easy. With age there seemed to come more patience to the wolf's mind, if only a little bit, as well as understanding, but he was still prone to his hot-headed moments. Hyouma could indeed open up his arms and forgive, yet there was a chance that the ceremony would be preceded by bites and scratches.

"My senses are sharp. I have trained them and myself over many years, taking risks. The mind's eye is very effective when I must fight. It is not a skill such as your battougas, at least I do not believe it to be so. But it has come in handy over the years.”

“Could you demonstrate to us those skills? if, say, Hyouma and I were to charge at you from a direction could you successfully dodge or disable us? I am merely curious. I have ever met one with your abilities.”


The grey wolf could not relate to the two canines before him, and perhaps this in turn added some extra awe as he contemplated their disabilities, which they had worked to turn into advantages. After all, who expected a blind dog to fight with such finesse and accuracy, or a ragged, one-eyed wolf to conjure up mighty winds as his weapons? Hyouma had not even a scar on his body as proof of the many fights he had endured in his lifetime, all he had was the weary old body itself. He listened with interest as the Labrador and the brown wolf spoke about the formers skills. "Indeed, I can't help but be curious myself," he admitted, "I still have all my senses intact, though some of them might be lessened by age, so I can hardly begin to imagine how living without one can be like. Especially one so important to the dog and the wolf, such as sight and smell." The same question that had appeared to Retsuga had also entered Hyouma's mind; how had Bat lost both of his eyes? Judging from the near-identical scars on the dog's face, they must have been removed at the same time. In either case, his blindness seemed to have occurred under peculiar circumstances, and had Hyouma been a few years younger, without the tact of his older self, he would perhaps have ventured to ask about the subject. For now, he decided to leave it.

"If the both of you will be remaining, I will feel better about the security of Gajou if you are there."

“Of course. I am willing to lend any help that I can. It has been long overdue since I have defended Gajou along with the others. I am sure I have missed much and the stories I have to share I hope will at least be of worth.”


"A good wolf never ceases to be vigilant," said Hyouma, not without an ounce of pride showing in his voice. "I am sure your stories will be valuable to us, Retsuga; in the very least they might serve to put our younger members to sleep when those sleepless nights arrive." He chuckled slightly, and when his laughter died out there was still a smile lingering on his face.

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The black dog kept one ear on the older canines' conversation although for the most part he wasn't included. He didn't mind. Not really. Bat was not a dog that was overly vocal or even overly social. He certainly didn't need consistent companionship or to speak with others. If he did take a companion, often he enjoyed the more comfortable silences than anything else. Besides, he had found early on in his life that if you sat still and listened, if you said nothing, that others often forgot you were there and would say things that they would not normally say with you around. Sometimes that was nothing important. Sometimes it was incredibly important. Right now, he was just more learning the relationship between the two of these wolves, learning of their thoughts and opinions. They were allies of Ohu; he didn't really need to learn of their weaknesses, except to know what might be exploited against them if someone came to fight the soldiers of Ohu again. So it was that he didn't miss at all when the conversation turned back towards him, when they responded to his own words. And if it was only natural for them to ask about his sight, about his senses, then it followed that it was only natural for them to ask about how it worked, if he could show them. And why should he bother to object? He had never kept such things a secret.

He turned his head just a little towards Retsuga, as he was the one who had posed the first question. "Yes," Bat answered the question with full confidence in his tone and his words. "I could do so quite easily." It was just an awareness. His hearing was excessively fine tuned and he had learned to pick up on all sorts of cues that existed; the way that scent shifted, the way that the ground felt when something was moving towards you, the way that body heat emanated from others. Bat had learned to read them all, to learn them. It was what gave him his advantage. He didn't rely on just one thing, but all of them at once, and he had learned to filter and process them all quickly. He shifted his head again, this time towards Hyouma, at his own words. "No, it is not easy... and not something every individual adapts to." There were many, after all, that such an injury or a problem at their birth would have been rendered helpless and soon perish. Bat had persevered and made himself stronger.

With both of the old warriors asking these questions, the Labrador's muscles tensed. He fully expected a rush of some sort. After all, they had both said that they were interested in his abilities. It stood to very good reason that they would want to see what he could do. Of course Bat really did not feel as if he was in any danger of being humiliated or embarrassed. Certainly these wolves had battougas of their own (or so they claimed) but they were not likely to use those against an ally when they merely wanted to see what he could do. At least, that was what Bat believed and certainly hoped. Because he did not think he would have an issue in dodging, in defending himself, from normal attacks. If he must compete with a move that was practically mystical in its own right? And two of those? Well, the odds would certainly tip more in the favor of the elder soldiers. But they did not attack or test him, not yet. Despite that, he still kept himself ready and waiting even as he listened.

Despite his readiness, the blind dog couldn't help but snort slightly at the banter brought forth between the two. It was obvious that they were comrades of old. Bat had heard much of the same from other soldiers of Ohu as well. It seemed that if you knew someone long enough you knew what buttons you could press and what buttons to press when you wanted to poke at them. "The aid and expertise of those that have lived through many battles will always be a great help to Ohu." After all, for all his relative wisdom, Weed was still young. It was good that he had a balance of those that had numerous years upon them and those that were scarcely older than the young Akita himself; a nice mixture that would ensure that Ohu remained as peaceful and prosperous as it was right now.


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Step by step.
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"You are much too positive for your age, my friend. It seems like time has been unable to stain your mind with cynicism; I don't know whether I should be jealous of you, or simply sorry. But I guess I'll have to take comfort in your words, though I have my doubts. Well, I would not mind paying them a visit, perhaps scaring a few of the younger ones in the process. I doubt you'll have to drag me anywhere, since I'd be right by your side."

Although at first Retsuga almost tried to argue with Hyouma, he knew his friend to be right. “Which is why neither of us are allowed to die, not until we both have enough faith in Weed's generation.” His eye narrowed at Hyouma; had time really molded his friend so much? Or had time managed to ruffle his – Retsuga's – fur? Did he really, truly believe Weed, Ken, Kagetora, or even Bat could continue to hold Ohu up in the face of adversity? If eyes were the reflection to the soul, Retsuga saw himself as being plenty dark and light soul'd – he could easily see Hyouma's critical eye, but he could not doubt his own judgments. “Perhaps I merely wish to believe I haven't aged at all, old friend. Reima had faith in you, why not have faith in them? They are pratically our nieces and nephews.” However he smiled, Hyouma and he had a brotherly bond, even if time had hurt them in different ways. He still laughed at the thought of scaring the young pups from their fur if they dare thought the old legends were merely bones in the ground – and he had no doubts, none at all, that Hyouma (and the rest of the wolves he had known) would follow him into battle and remain on his side until the light faded from his remaining eye. It was a sad smile, Retsuga's smile, but a smile of appreciation.

"Indeed, I certainly shall, and when I do, I'll be sure to give him your name so he'll know who to go to if he has any complaints.”

The brown wolf laughed, his sad smile fading into one more joyful. It was always good to be able to laugh with an old friend, even when they were as hurt as they were, in their own ways, by time. However they were warriors; born and raised warriors, Retsuga and Hyouma could not simply abandon their abilities, their teachings, even in their age. Ohu taught to forgive, and Retsuga certainly could, yes, but Retsuga also was capable of making that forgiveness...forced. Not all would listen to reason, some had to be shown; most, in fact, had to see things with their own eyes. The brown wolf knew this well, knew it the hard way; it was hard to think about his past when he saw wolves he had grown up with fall due to their disbelief.

"Indeed, I can't help but be curious myself, I still have all my senses intact, though some of them might be lessened by age, so I can hardly begin to imagine how living without one can be like. Especially one so important to the dog and the wolf, such as sight and smell."
"Yes, I could do so quite easily. No, it is not easy... and not something every individual adapts to."


He watched as Bat's muscles tensed; he was already on guard. He was no liar, that was for sure, even Retsuga could see that. He was preparing for them, waiting for them, and Retsuga wondered what exactly he was waiting for. The brown wolf could have charged, but it would be all to easy; a puppy could stop a threat who ran in a straight line. The wolf could have also chosen to unleash his Battouga; but his body was too weary for a feat such as that unless it was required. He was not as young as he had been when he met Gin; if times were desperate, he could manage one, perhaps two, but he wanted to save his energy – besides, he did not wish to harm Bat in the least. Nor, did Retsuga doubt Bat; but he couldn't let his curiosity go unnoticed. It was still a fault to want things proven...he still needed action, which was quite an irony as this was how he wished less and less would be like. It was right to question things, but not to the point of useless bloodshed and death. Pushing the thoughts away of fallen memories, for now, Retsuga looked over at Hyouma. He nodded at his comrade, but made no movements. His eyeballs flicked to the sky, signaling that he did plan on using his other, more natural ability; the one to conjure storms.

"A good wolf never ceases to be vigilant, I am sure your stories will be valuable to us, Retsuga; in the very least they might serve to put our younger members to sleep when those sleepless nights arrive."
"The aid and expertise of those that have lived through many battles will always be a great help to Ohu."


Still unmoving, Retsuga snorted with laughter, not unlike Bat's reaction. “Speak for yourself, Hyouma! Tell them of the hours you spent lost, wandering in your own gasses – wouldn't that be a riot? In fact,” he opened his jaws and yawned, his fangs bared for a moment, ”I feel tired already.” As his jaws fell shut with a lazy click, there was a sudden gust of wind; the clouds began to shift across the sky, and Retsuga paid it no mind. His ears flicked at the sound of the approaching thunder; the wind suddenly picked up speed, and without so much as a warning, it began to rain. It was a sudden storm, and Retsuga lurched at the sound of lightning and thunder; the winds howled, a rather..natural sounding howl, and grew stronger. Trees threatened to buckle, and in the rush of the storm – Retsuga had vanished. The rain was falling hard, now, where he had gone was not known, he gave no real sign of where he had gone, unless he had went up to the clouds. The storm became more violent, raining down upon them (down upon a large amount of Ohu's territory) to mask as much visibility as possible. Not necessary for Bat, but for their sake; Retsuga wished to give Hyouma and himself an advantage.

As the storm raged on, the winds occasionally picking up every now and then; thunder and lightning cutting through the sky, something began to tumble, so it seemed, from the clouds. It was like a meteor, and it began to spin in a sort of self-made tornado, before it reached the tree line and descended on its own gravity, above Bat. Its paws were outstretched and fangs bared. However these were less for hurting Bat and more for supporting his body upon impact, the flair for the dramatic that Retsuga had was always amusing to say the least; he could stop the winds and land softly in an instant, but anyone could leap from above. It took a different kind of reflexes to dodge something sent from the eye of the storm; perhaps that is where Retsuga's other eye lay – in the calmest part of the hurricane.

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But I saw it coming, flying through the air,
Feathered backside humming. Miss me, hit me where?

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Where it will only hurt me, not a mortal wound.
Leave me lying dirty, someone would find me soon.


“Which is why neither of us are allowed to die, not until we both have enough faith in Weed's generation. Perhaps I merely wish to believe I haven't aged at all, old friend. Reima had faith in you, why not have faith in them? They are pratically our nieces and nephews.”

Hyouma gave a small, absent-minded nod to his comrade's words. Despite life and all of its hardships he still retained that basic instinct which kept most creatures alive, no matter how wounded or mentally depraved they were. It was hard to think that the old wolf had ever experienced one of those staggering moments when the wish for death appears to be the best way out; but even the strong-willed Hyouma had let those thoughts enter his mind at occasion, if only for a fleeting moment. And Retsuga was right - he couldn't just leave the new generation and his friends behind, and these two things were strong anchors, keeping him firmly planted on earth. "I do know that feeling well," he replied as Retsuga mentioned how, perhaps, he wanted to believe that he hadn't aged at all. Wasn't that something that most old-timers wished from time to time? At the mention of Hyouma's father, the greyed wolf received a mild shock - not because the comparison was at all surprising to him, but because he had not much expected Reima to come up in conversation. Silly as it may sound, he had come to believe that his old man lived on in his memory and his only, but of course this was far from true. But time moved on, new faces were introduced, which meant new friends, as well as new enemies - gradually, those who had passed on were buried under the passing years - Hyouma could never forget the comrades who fought and died by his side, let alone his very own father, but sometimes it was almost surreal whenever someone mentioned those ghosts of the past. As if it had all been a dream, and suddenly that dream had become common knowledge to everyone. "You speak true, I can't very well go and die now, can I?" he said and let out a small chuckle.

"The aid and expertise of those that have lived through many battles will always be a great help to Ohu."

“Speak for yourself, Hyouma! Tell them of the hours you spent lost, wandering in your own gasses – wouldn't that be a riot? In fact, I feel tired already.”


The grey wolf noted his friend's gesture and gave a short nod in reply. As Retsuga continued speaking, Hyouma couldn't help but shoot a haughty grin in his direction. "Well, that gave me an idea, comrade," he said as his grin faded into a calm smile, and a small cloud of mist began to form around his body. As it gradually grew thicker and larger, covering up its master's form in the process, it suddenly seemed to explode, resulting in the whole area being covered in white. Whether or not this would have any effect on Bat - the dog was blind, after all, so his usual tactic of reducing his enemy's eyesight was lost in this case - however, the mist did add a chill to the air, and since Hyouma had control over this mist, he was able to make it thicker in certain places, slowing the movement of others down if need be. It was not a crippling effect, but could be used to put his opponent off guard and slow them down. Surely not as dramatic or dangerous as the whirlwinds of Retsuga, but useful in its own way.

As soon as the mist expanded, Hyouma changed his position, making sure to make a mental note of Bat's position as well as keeping his footfalls quiet as he moved. He heard the fierce thundering from above and knew that Retsuga was about to descend; through the mist, he could see, if not sense, the frame of his friend falling downwards towards Bat. As he saw this, he positioned himself on the opposite side of Bat, waiting to spring at the right moment. Hyouma decided that it would be best for him to watch and see how the brown wolf would fare first; if it turned out that he'd miss, or otherwise be bested by Bat, it would be Hyouma's time to shine, and if the opposite played out perhaps he'd try to attack as well, just to see how the black Labrador would counter.

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We are the chosen ones,
we sacrifice our blood,
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Bat

Bat
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Unlike the other two canines, Bat only had the abilities that his own body could really produce. His senses seemed otherwordly at times, but that was only because he had spent so much of his life in working on them. It was easy for him to hear the shift of a body as they nodded or shook their heads. He often didn't need another to clarify if they were indicating a positive or negative because of that. And so he could feel, sense, the nod from one of the wolves to the other as the silence fell over the clearing. And with the skills and senses of all creatures he could feel the prickling and the pressure of a storm that was building - a literal storm. That was actually quite surprising to him, given that it had been a relatively clear day. It built and built, becoming bad enough that the Labrador wondered if shelter might be an intelligent recourse. But neither wolf made a comment upon the storm and there was a curious absence of presence where there had been before. Even as he realized that, there was another different feel to the air in addition to the raging storm and the water that drenched all before it. Bat was more than a little familiar with fog and mist given that he roamed around Ohu at all times of the day and times of the year. To have mist while a storm was going on was not something he had experienced before. He could only chalk it up to his companions who seemed to have skills that the black dog had never heard of before. This felt far beyond even what Weed could do.

That was all perhaps a bit different from what he had meant when he had suggested that he should be able to sense them. But then, he was a soldier; he had been a general, even. He was up to challenges. These wolves were very skilled and far older than him, but that didn't mean that they knew everything, either. Bat had held many experiences over his life and there were sure to be some tricks that he knew and they did not (Not to mention, he hadn't always been the nicest of adversaries before and some nastier tricks would keep you alive. Not that he was planning on using those unless he had to, of course). And even if they did know many of the things he did, well, he was no pup. He had been in many battles and he had the advantage in many cases, even with the whipping wind, lashing rain and the deep rumbles of thunder even if it did make it a more challenging situation. It wasn't as if he had never fought in a storm before, after all, and what was obscuring mist to one who could not see?

That didn't mean it was easy, of course. It could be hard to sense things beyond the pressure of a storm front or the whistling of the wind, hard to hear or feel things when lightning struck the earth and the rumbles traveled far. At the same time, however, the wind and the rain had to hit somewhere and it was easy to differentiate the sound of it striking the ground and the sound of it striking a body. Bat was also quite fond of coming from above his targets and so he had learned early on to always expect attacks from all angles - for if he did it then surely someone else would choose to use that, too. And so it was that when the attack came, he was ready for it to descend upon him. The scope of it was more than he expected, the feel different from normal, but that did not stop him from acting. The Labrador sprung from the intended path with a snarl and a snap. Had he been aiming to actually fight, he probably would have met Retsuga head on. As it was, this was more to let the other know that he wasn't a push over and that he could put up a fight.

His sudden movement brought him far closer to where the other wolf dwelled than even he realized, however. Bat was not infallible by any means. Just because he was good at something didn't mean he had a perfect record. The storm, the mist and his own actions made it even harder to track the other wolf at the moment. The sleek - and now quite drenched - black dog raised his head, sightless eyes seeming to gaze at the land about him before that curious bit of sense that he always had washed over him. It wasn't mind-reading by any means. Maybe it was more like sensing the heat and contained life force of those he was around. His head snapped around to seemingly stare through the mist at the presence of Hyouma - so close and he had almost stumbled right into him. The edge of his muzzle curled up, mostly in disdain at himself for missing something so obvious. It was certainly a sight to behold, however; the dark, black dog with the scarred eyes, dripping water and looking like some sort of demon hound amidst the dense fog and flashes of lightning.


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Retsuga

Retsuga
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Step by step.
One, two, three, four.


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Come with me,
I'll carry you away!

The falling comet that was the brown wolf made impact off target, which he watched helplessly from the sky as he had fallen – Bat had detected him and moved out of his way. Retsuga hit the ground more gently than was to be expected; he did not slam into the earth, but fell with a fast, sleek grace. His front paws hit ground first, skidding and tearing up the dirt and grass below them. The wind picked up suddenly and Retsuga landed firmly on the ground, the wind slowing his body enough to not cause any damage; the storm raged on however, even with the wind falling down to a more normal state. He had just barely touched ground however when a snarl and a snap was sent toward him, causing Retsuga to dodge the attack, kicking up dirt in Bat's direction – not that it would help much. Retsuga landed with a skid and a harsh snort. Had this been a real fight, Retsuga would have done all in his power to take down Bat in the storm; it was also possible for Retsuga to pick other dogs up via his winds, but he didn't even try. He shook his head and backed away from Bat, acting more as an observer than an opponent so Hyouma could make his move.

He wondered if he could hep Hyouma by lunging at the now demonic Bat that stood in the rain. He could leap at Bat, but was that fair? This was not an actual fight, it was merely a demonstration of skill. The brown wolf wouldn't harm Bat, and so the one-eyed wolf lowered his stance. He was still very much prepared for attack, but did not launch. Instead he waited, buying his time to also locate his comrade. Although he didn't have the power that Bat did, Retsuga had fought alongside Hyouma many times; he knew Hyouma's tricks, and he smirked when he saw just how close Bat had landed to Hyouma. Hyouma hardly needed his help at all, by this point! Retsuga had done more than enough to push Bat into their grip. As Retsuga turned his attention to Bat rather than Hyouma, he met the visage of the old General.

This dog was different than any Retsuga had met; he knew little of Bat's past, but it was all too clear that this dog had a force, an air, about him. Wherever he had come from, or whatever had been done to him, had only served his power. There was something to be said for a dog such as Bat, who could overcome his blindness and use it to his advantage. The question, the tension, that washed over Retsuga, and probably Hyouma, too, was if this Bat was really a friend. Yes, he was a soldier of Ohu now, he seemed nice enough – but his reserved stature and his appearance now... he had enough ability to take over Ohu, if he truly wanted to. But there wasn't a motive, as far as Retsuga could tell. Of course, the old wolf could not ovelrook that Hyouma or himself had enough ability or power to to take over Ohu. It wasn't hard to overthrow an arm when you could control hurricanes. But, neither he nor Hyouma had nothing to gain. Yes, they had lost their home, their pack, but Ohu had welcomed them with open arms as equals, not as human eating freaks that most of their pack would have eventually consisted of.

They had been brought to light, no longer were they tied into the cave of darkness, chained by their own ignorance. It was likely that Bat was the same. He might have been 'bad' or 'evil', once, but Ohu had a way with hearts and minds of dogs. It would open up many hearts, if they chose to be opened, and it could ease the minds of the restless. Whether this was because of who ruled Ohu, or because Ohu itself had a holy ground feel to it, brought about by the blood of hundreds, was unknown to the wolf. The doubters of Ohu looked simple in his gaze as he looked at the form of Bat. Bat was as black a shadow, and yet even his heart was on the side of Ohu, where it would hopefully remain. What the new generation might have lacked in strength, it made up for with will and kindness. There were different kinds of strengths, after all. Retsuga was strong, but old – he had been trained to be a killing weapon to serve, not to lead. Maybe that was for the best, after all. Drenched as he was, the old wolf seemed to not in acceptance, “not bad, Bat. Not bad at all. I see we're not the first to misjudge you – and we're probably not the last.” He smiled, absently, and lay down in the wet grass to watch Hyouma's turn.
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