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"done nd' done." Steele says getting on all fours being ready to lunge at anything that pops up. Steele usually didn't go out of his way to help people, but he already had felt bad for dislocating the poor lads shoulder. "Si in Tetra dee ye get thee poachers a lot?" Steele wonders. Out here Steele just hunted where ever he pleased.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Well in Tetra only the white turtle is not available to hunt, it has the ability to restore nutrients and life. So to kill them would be a bad idea. But in this case, I have looked at Avaleur's regulations, and I highly doubt that these people have the paperwork for lions." Roland explained to Steele. The cub had come over to Roland's meat offering and he began to pet it's head and scratch behind it's ear.
"Aye they're always cuter when they're young. Thin' they grow up nd' next thing ye know they try ti' eat you." Steele joked. His ears perk up for a moment. "Sssh lad, I hear somethin'." He whispers. Almost instantly a silver tipped arrow launches from out the thick bushes. Steele caught the arrow right before it was about to penetrate him. He let out a sigh. "Looks like we have action, nd' from thee looks of things, they be after thee cub." He says growling.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Roland scooped up the cub into his sack and picks up his spear from the ground. He stays croached and slowly moves into the weeds. "I'll catch them offguard." he whispers to Steele as he vanishes into the tall grass.
"Alreet' come on out ye nits before I find ye." Steele stands up and calls out trying to lure them out of their hiding places.
One of the bushes rustle and a tall, athletic, and well armored short, blond haired man arose. Well lookie what we have here. He chuckles. A no good dirty, mut of the night. You'll fetch a fine price on the slave market for sure. He says loading his crossbow and pointing it at Steele. Now the princess is paying a very mighty price for to whoever can get her a lion cub and we intend on collectin'. So where's your friend? He asks.
Steele growled he had to think fast. How many hunters were there, and were they all aiming for him? "Laddy if ye' think I'm jus' goin' ti' roll ova' nd' let ye dee what' yer sayin' then yer dumba' than a two month old gecko."
Shut the fuck up mut! The man retorted at Steele. You may have a human disguise, but you're nothing but an animal! He lifted his arm up and was about to give the order to fire.
Shit! Steele thought. He hoped Roland had found a good position to flank them.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Four.... All archers, and they were not very observant, Roland had crawled through the grass and learned everything he needed to know. They had set up in almost a square when Steele started yelling at them. Perfect he thought. He saw that they all seemed to be aimed at Steele, it was time to put his plan to action.
He stood up in the middle of the "square". "Hey if you want this cub you'll have to take it from my cold limp body!" Roland yelled.
The man laughed. That can be arranged! Fire at the boy!
Roland waited till he heard the sound of the launching mechanism in the crossbow before he squatted down as fast as he could. One arrow did happen to hit him in his injuired arm, but the other three flew above him hitting the other archers.
Roland couldn't help but laugh a little because of their stupidity.
Steele wasted no time and roared as he ferociously tackled the head archer and pinning him to the ground. "Now twat' was it ye said aboot sellin' me ti' thee slavemarket?" The archer didn't seem panicked though. You dumb mut. I'll have you both burned at the stake for this. From his pant leg he draws a knife.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
The other three men stumbled off, cursing and yelling. Roland got up and noticed that Steele had pinned the four the guy to the ground. He could see the man start to reach for a knife in his pant leg. "Steele! Watch out he has a knife!" he yells at Steele.
Steele quickly used his right arm and used his strength to crush the hunter's arm.
The hunter yelled in immense pain. YOU DAMN MONGREL! AAAUGH! He whimpered in pain.
Steele growled, he hated being defined by his race. "Get out of here ye' gowkless gome." He says getting off of him. "Thanks lad." He says to Roland. "I guess were' even now."
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Roland walks over and smiles at Steele, "We were never not square," he said. Roland takes the cub out of his sack and it rubs up against his leg before running around the meadow. "I think I'll try and keep the little guy." Roland says.
"Hinny are ye sure?" Steele asked. "I know yer a hunta' nd' all but takin' a lion fir' a companion is a big commitment. They're not like hounds ye can jus' take off thee street nd' they're not as smart as Geckos. They grow up bigger than ye nd' will eventually try ti eat ye." Steele walks on fours besides Roland and sits down watching the lion roam around freely. "Tis' parents were killed but given time, it'd recova'. Are ye sure ye want ti' take it away from this?"
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Roland thought about what Steele had said, 'he was right about alot, it would be hard, but in Tetra it was a big honor to have a pet lion. It was almost common for the higher ups in the military to have, he decided that he would take the risk.'
"Steele, you are right, it would be hard. But being a hunter i would be out here alot, not really taking him away from it. And besides, if it was going to be easy it would be boring!" he exclaimed with a chuckle. "I think I'll name him Gabriel."
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Steele thought to himself. Everytime he went hunting someone found a companion. "Well ye should take it ti Namari's house one day nd' see Peter." He joked. Steele stood up. "They'll be back ti' track us doon. We should probably get out of here." He suggested.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Alright, I'm right behind ya." he offers more meat to the cub and it runs over to him. "Hey little fella, I am going to take you home with me. And I'm going to call you Gabriel." the cub looks up at Roland and almost seemed to smile.