Ethan & Harthrou

Ethan walked past the countless cages and on towards a length of stalls. He opened the nearest one and led Harthrou in. And then he moved to the second, hesitating as he glanced back at Inferno. Given enough time, that stallion could bash down the gate. The man moved three stalls down to a larger pen, where metal was used for the gate and surrounding walls. This was were the injured fighting stallions were kept until they were healed enough for their outdoor stalls. "This ought to hold him, m'am. We've got plenty for him to eat."

Harthrou perked his ears and raised his head over the side of his stall. There was a smirk in his eyes as he watched Inferno.

Aralyn

She was quiet for a moment. "Do you have anything more....Open? He doesn't really like stalls I always leave him out in the pasture with Ammit and Psyche." She slid from Infernos back and stood firmly next to him. Only because he held her, but still. Her eyes were hard on Ethan, she didn't bother to hide her distrust. It took a lot for a man to gain trust from the raven haired beauty.

Conan

The blue eyes scanned all present, liking Ethan even less than he had liked Ben. He was actively scowling, but at least the rifle lay tamely at his side, pointed toward the ground. He was by no means relaxed, for Ethan grated on all his instincts: everything about this man told Conan to shoot him dead and run hard and fast. But he couldn't do that. Not while Aralyn and Inferno were here. So he settled for the scowl and a tense watch upon everyone and everything.

Ethan & Harthrou

Ethan turned to Aralyn, a thoughtful, polite expression on his face, as if he were surrounded by friends. "We do have larger runs. Not very protected from the elements, but..." He gave the large stallion a quick look up and down, "...he seems strong enough." He moved past Aralyn and Psyche, then past Conan as the smile on his face faded drastically. "We'd best hurry now, the snow's comming thicker every second." Ethan made it to a chain-link enclosure, roughly an acre big. "This is about the largest we have, ma'm." So saying, he opened the gate and took a step back.

Harthrou lifted his head higher, straining to see the group, "Putting you out in the cold, are they?"

Inferno

He glared at Ethan muscles tense with distrust. He saw the larger pen out in the open and bodded his crow he would allow it. Gaze of iron shifted to Hart.
I am no wimp like you I do not like the cramp comfort of stalls I'd rather be in the open I have enough bulk to stay warm
He moved away from his lady feeling her touch slip from his albino chassis as he passed Ethan dentals clinked together in a warning as thorns plastered to crown but moved through the gate anyway. He eyed the pen he could jump it if something happened with a sigh he moved to were some hay was and nibbled at it not really hungry as he watched them.

Conan

He watched Inferno go, measuring the fence himself with an expert eye. He had seen Inferno jump higher before, and he wasn't worried. Still, he called out to Inferno as though he would understand. Not to worry, fella. I'll take care of Aralyn for a while. And the rifle at his side shifted ominously, though it did not lift from its relaxed position. He and Inferno were on the same wave-length, for once. Neither of them trusted Ethan.

Aralyn

Trust....

She smiled at Inferno and stepped forward, next to Ethan. She slipped a hand into her back pocket and held out a sugar cube to the massive stallion. IT was funny, how this slim, jockey sized girl could have such control over a beast such as Inferno. Amazing actually. "Here baby, I got something for you. Now you stay here, and be....Good." Her gaze shifted to Ethan and in a soft tone she said "Some animals need love, not the abuse that some people treat them with." She knew of one of the fighters kept here, by the name of Morbid Temptation. She had seen him once, when he was a wild stallion living up at the Croal Mountains. Now he was here, caged as were the others horses. But Inferno, Inferno wasn't and he knew it. Aralyn had never caged the horse but trust was a thing she gave to him, and love. Something that both her and the great stallion had in common was that they had gone to long without the love of another.

Inferno

The hunter looked to Conan and bodded his massive skull up and down as if he understood and in his own way he did. He trotted back to his lady slipping the sweet treat from her delicant hand munching on it with an equine like smile he nuzzled against her cheek wafing his warm breath there. Skull then pivoted to the man and snorted in his face and trotted to the center of the ring decided were the wind was coming from and placed his rump against it. His ear were always moving as he stood there his massive albino form intimidating.

Gothic

The hunter arose from his slumber in his dinky yet suprizingly sturdy cage as he considered it. He saw Hart in his comfortable pen and snorted with discontent. Malice filled orbs landed upon Inferno the albino stag and he laid back his towers and called out mockingly hoping Hart would join in.
Another one to add to the collection here I see. This one seems pretty weak to trust a two legger.

London Calling

The large canine padded softly towards his master, his frame and sheer build was enough to strike fear into many of the animals he had killed. His grey coat had a slight hiding effect in the snow. He padded up to behind his master, Ethan's legs. He was unused to being loose, as any dog fight trainer would know, he could not be left unrestrained around other dogs before he started a fight.

He sat at his master's side, taking little notice of the great horses. He had once seen one dead at his place of training, he was a fighter, so wasn't allowed to go out with the pace and kill the beast, yet this was alive. It captured his mind for a moment, yet he returned to business. Here was a small woman, and another man. One with a rifle he noticed. He had seen such a weapon was, when a caring owner had put his fighter out of the misery London's torture was giving him, he new it meant ill. He waited, a slight rumble escaping, almost silently from his throat before he stifled it.

Aralyn

Her eyes drifted to London and a soft smile crossed her lips. If there wasn't three of him, she may have reached out to touch his silky coat but at the moment, there was three of everything. Fun fun. "Come on, lets head back to the house. Its getting cold out here." Yes! A distraction. They to would want to get warm, not think that she was really hurt. She had wrapped up her collar bone as best she could, and she had yet to voice that it was actually broken. It was obvious her ribs were, the way her breathing was labored and shallow. She smiled at Conan, just that faint little smile that she was well known for. Quietly she waited for Ethan to lead the way, unsure at the moment where to go.

Ethan, Kong, & Harthrou

Harthrou laughed, joining in with Gothic's chastisment of the new stallion, "Weak is an understatement, I'd say. You could take him no problem." He replied looking smugly from Gothic to Inferno. The mixbreed looked to the simple clasp that held his gate shut, then looked to Ethan. He knew full well how to open up the latch, but he didn't want to upset his own master at the moment by parading out of his stall.

Ethan held his hand out, palm up as he looked to the sky. "Cold is right." Little crystal flakes quickly began to accumulate on his hand, melting quickly against the heat. Then came little spits of moisture- freezing rain mixed in with the drifting snow. The tall man turned partially towards Aralyn, but held back from putting a guiding hand on her shoulder. No need to push Conan's distrust any further. "I'll get us something warm to eat, and see what there is for beds." He began to head back to the house, but paused momentarily as he noticed London, "You'll have to wait a few more days..." Ethan stopped his sentence, reflecting back to what Aralyn's comment. Well, it was probably obvious that most of these stallions and dogs were fighters, but again, no need to aggrivate these two any further. "...we'll go hunting after this storm passes."

Kong moved around the side of the house, padding quietly towards the long rows of cages and enclosures. He listened half-heartedly to the group of stallions before he stood still, dark brown eyes cast towards London Calling. Straight away, he recognized this canine as the fighter type, or possibly a new member of the hunting pack. Either way, Ethan seemed to trust the brute, so Kong didn't show any aggression either. "Are you a fighter? Or a hunter?" Kong questioned, keeping a good distance between himself and London, just incase London happened to be very agressive.

London Calling

The big dog's upper lip lifted, snarling. His haunches felt no cold as the human's did. His ear lifted forwards, his hackles raised, the huge dog snapped. His his muscles rippled with excitement, hidden under his thick coat. He had no collar, no chain, this was no baiting ground, nor fighting ring. This was an open fight. His tail curled up over his back. His teeth shone white. I'm a fighter and a hunter, I hunt alone, and I hunt dogs though He snarled, he still had his minor injuries from the coward he had killed. He growled and snarled, waiting for the dogs reaction, walking slowly closer. He didn't think twice about the stallions, he would have plenty of time for them later.

Kong

The king hound lifted his wolfish tail high and ridged as London approached. A single canine was bared in warning to the other, "A lone hunter? Be that as it may, don't dare target me as one of your prey." Kong replied in a strong, authorative tone. Topping his breed's scale at 240 pounds, and 40 inches at the shoulders, he was as big as they came. "Ethan has trust in you, so don't screw that up by quarreling with me or my pack. I can see you must be itching for a fight..." A sinister smile came to him, revealing his lengthy canines, "The weather will keep the humans in their den at least until morning; that gives us all night to find some prey. There are plenty of wolves for the both of us; what do you say? Mind a good hunt?" Kong questioned, hoping to win London's respect and trust. "Or if you are fond of the domestics, we could always find plenty of those scum lurking around the human town."

London Calling

The so this dogs was pretty hefty himself, London had no care, but this offer intrigued him. He had never really hunted with a partner before, but he could imagine the results. His lips unfurled, yet his hackles remained slightly raised, and his muscles still rippled with adrenaline. He growled softly, I'm up for whatever floats your boat

Conan

Conan eyed Ethan with a look that was plainly distrustful, and only a slim shift away from open hatred. Though the man himself had done nothing to earn that feeling, in Conan's case, he didn't have to. He noted with satisfaction that Ethan figured out not to touch Aralyn, but in the same moment realized that this meant that Ethan was an intelligent man, unlike Pickett, and not stupid enough to push his luck, unlike Ben. This served to make him more wary, and made him tighten pale hands around the gun. Intelligent people were dangerous.

In lieu of Ethan's hand, he moved his free hand around to lay lightly on Aralyn's shoulder, giving her that extra bit of protection and re-emphasizing his point to Ethan.

His face was growing pale now with the pain of his ankle, and his freckles were more pronounced with the receding color, but he never made a sound to indicate it, and only Aralyn would have noticed, though it was doubtful the way she was trembling so. If he knew anything about injuries, her faculties were nigh unto exhausted. He knew for a fact that she was standing out of pure stubborness, and that her vision would soon begin to blur, if it was not already. Leaving his arm there for her to lean on if she wanted, but with little hope that she would, he turned to Ethan, managing to keep his voice civil. Lead on, then.

Kong

He couldn't help but smirk to himself; he liked London's personality. "We can't travel far, but I know a good place to start." Pausing just briefly to watch the humans disappear around the side of the house, the giant of a dog pushed on into the growing fury of the blizzard, heading northward towards Orca Bay.

London Calling

Without a single back galance, and with a single bound he darted after the dog.