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Thread: Mountain Man's Best Friend

After the night had barely finished a windup alarm clock rang. While it was technically morning, the lighting from the few unblocked windows only served to give the room a dim glow. He would have to get used to waking up this early and couldn't. Still, getting a bit of light and air in would do wonders for the place. Taking an energy bar from his duffel back he the long process of opening some of the airtight packages to get the protein and vitamin supplements out. He'd need to get more for if he was still around during the winter, but these should manage to get him though a year, so long as he didn't overuse them to to power his large frame. They should supplement his planned diet of meat well enough. And with that thought, he armed himself and headed outside to see if anything had been caught in the traps. Apparently some things had. But they hadn't stayed. Mildly dissappointed, he muttered to himself as he saw a distinc lack of traps in the northeast sector. Strange, they should have been here. He wasn't about to risk walking into them by mistake so he grabbed some stacked firewood from a shack near the cabin and tossed them around the areas they thought the traps had been. Several went off, biting several inches into the wood, but there were still some missing. Which by the look of the broken branches in the bushes, had been deliberately taken, perhaps by some enviromentalist nut who was trespassing on his land. Or not. He hadn't seen the trees slashed up like this the previous day, but that could have been due to his lack of attention and the lighting. He was pretty sure, however, that there would have been more sap, and dried, if it had been from before then. And even if not, he had something competing for space around here. While it would be nice to have something around to scare off intruders he couldn't risk ending up attacked. He wouldn't be able to work on getting his windows open until he dealt with whatever it was or managed to install bars. He pushed the plans from his mind as he went back to check out the map of his land and the details over it's features. He couldn't be distracted incase something got the jump on him. And so he got back to his truck and began to drive to the nearest mine entrance. It had some buildings where he could store the truck and the cave should be big enough for him to keep the extra supplies without risk of rain washing them away. Exiting his vechicle after the twenty minute drive on the winding road, he honked his horn to drive out whatever was around. They might have heard the truck, so if he were to make a sound it might as well be loud.
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Rancid, rotting... Smelled like something had died around there. And often. He could just me imagiing it, but some scent was simply overpowering that of his truck's exhaust pipe He'd have to investigate- No, he found it. That cave. What he stepped in.. Wouldn't have thought it would have exploded. That explained it. He had stepped on a bloated bat, which must have flown into one of the beams from the decaying railline leading from the cave or machine shop. Meaning that one or the other of his possible emergency supply rooms would be filled with bat guano. Would be good for making gunpowder and as fertilizer. Not so good as a cover over his stuff. His foot brought out a bone half buried in the leafs and dirt as he moved to the the workshop with a long prybar that he found with some large gears. At six feet the top reached his shoulder and would make a good staff for hiking. And removing some of the barrier at ground level. Checking for any place to use the large amount of keys he had gotten when he bought the area, he found that the chains and padlock were rusted shut. Unless something could fly or jump to the upper openings there would have been little chance for anything larger than a mole to get in. Bolt cutters having been buried somewhere beneath the other things with his tool box, he attempted to pull the lock just to test himself. While it kicked up a lot of dust from the rusty links of chain rubbing against each other it clearly wasn't going to give with that along. Lifting the long bar up he instrted it between the door and chain, wedging the chisel portion on the bottom into the dirt. Putting his supstatial weight on it, he leaned back until it broke. The chain was thankfully of the weaker kind or he would have had to face a bar preaking in his face. After digging the muck away from the front of the door he opened it and looked briefly inside. Nothing dangerous. Moving back to the truck he heard the sound of rocks underfoot. Turning quickly he he saw- To thin to be a bear... Whoever it is, come on out. This is my property now, so if you are lost I'll tell you how to get off the mountain and NOW.
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He had known it wasn't going to be easy, but another human was something he hadn't expected so soon. Would be nice to have a neighbor or guide, but he would need to lay done the groundrules first. Grant waited for the person to respond and was more then a bit surprised at how it sounded like some sort of stroke victim. When the person stepped out further into the light that had begun to filter through the treetops and into the cave mouth... Well, he hadn't been expecting the person dressed up in some furry leotard. Might be an issue. You some sort of Indian? It looked femine, though it could just have been some strange man with fake breasts on. If it was a women, it would suggest she ate well, even if she couldn't compair the leaness of her legs with the curces of her hips under the fur. Yes, this is a mine. Now, I have bought this land and unless you can show some countering claim of ownership or that you are renting from me I will have to ask you to leave. He passed the long bar between his hands, not nearly at the stage of lonniless to cause him to want to force himself on the tall girl. Anything you would like to say or should I lead you to the edge of the woods?
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Yah, fake tails didn't tend to do that Those don't count unless you have a deed or stone markers. He tried to explain to the person he figured had also tried to go out and live off the land. Made him second guess his own plans. Still, however nutty she might be, she wasn't harmless. She must have been the one around his house if the slashes were anything to go by... Deciding to not go for the showy route involving guns and keys, he moved to one of the marked trees, pointedly heading to it in a way that didn't have it look like he was backing down. Listing the bar up, he gouged a rough T into it, breaking away the remaining bark as the lever pulled inches off the treeside. I'll just take it that you don't have much contact with the outside world? Had some job here in the past? Better not have been some scam to get his money or for the realtors to have sold the same area to multiple people, hoping they wouldn't cross each other's paths. I have paid for these forests. The territory is MINE. Unless you have something to prove you owned part of this mine then you will need to leave. It wasn't unheard of. Some gold miners still had claims in the Grand Canyon from before the national parks were created. Until they died off, that is. Was this some inbred offspring of hillbillies?
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While he usually wouldn't mind the site site of hanging breasts, especially with the way they tilted with the slope they were one, the impact of his body on the hill caused his eyes to glaze over a bit before he could even pay them much attention. The rocky ground, the rail beams... If the wood wasn't rotting his head might have been cracked open. Instead, they slid down the slope a bit after an instinction kick caused when the prybar stopped spinning and landed on their legs. After inhaling harshly and managing to get the ringing to stop in his ears he saw the fang filled mouth infront of him. And so he exhaled. He could have bit the nose, but he figured that this would work just as well. Hadn't brushed his teeth as he didn't will the watern cistern yet, so he had a fair bit of bad breathe build up from the trip up. If it worked he added a headbutt to the base of the throat, as well as pulling a large knife from a boot and bringing it to her belly. It seems like we have a problem here. Get off unless you want to breathe out of your belly, bitch .
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Looked like their would be no throat head-butting. Shame, as he would have liked to see how the furry jugs would have felt on his face. She did leave though, even if she wasn't showing any sign of actually respecting him. Though why would she? He had just come across whatever it was. Probably worth a fair bit of cash... His eyes got a bit of a gleam to them as he examined her body like a rather tasty looking salmon that jumped out of the river and started flopping around. But then he would have to deal with people coming over his property, interviews, tax issues, animal rights protesters... Black market could be good, though. Listen, I don't know who you are, what you are, or why you don't have any clothes on. Unless you are wearing... Never mind. I will talk slowly to get this through your head. This forest. He pointed around to the trees. The river. He walked around her to his truck, return with a canteen which he poured near her feet. This mine. Again, pointing. And all the animals are Mine. You can stay in the mine if you stop taking things from my home and keep any predators away. No real way to translate that, so he instead made exxagerated biting notions. And you can stay in here. But I will still put things in this building because this is my territory. Understood?
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Grant looked over the creature as it made facial gestures that suggested she either had had a fair deal of contact with humans or that raising an eyebrow was simply a universal form of confusion. Or disdain. Maybe she just had something in her eye. He got back up, watching as she backed away. It was going to be difficult, having to deal with whatever she was. Might never know when she was hiding behind a tree, ready to pounce as he left his cabin. He might need to get barbed wire or mark the trees in the way she did. Maybe putting a branding iron or collar to the bitch would be enough to get her to stay in one area and not risk him accidently shooting her. She seemed to be combining a stretching excercise with kneeling too him, her breasts lowering and smooshing against the ground as she ba- Yah, he needed to keep the thoughts out of his head and fight down the erection. The way she turned and slowly wakled back to the cave, tale wagging and holes exposed though... He would have some food for thought for when he decided to mark his scent around with somethign a bit thicker than his urine. He went to the truck and began to unpack more of the things, bringing them into the shed while always keeping a weapon closely at hand, watching the wolf when he saw her. He continued this until he was ready to leave or she had left.
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Strange how she kept watch with an intesity to rival his own. Not as if he was even putting too much stuff in her cave. Yes, her cave. He could allow her a little bit of the land, if only so she would have a place to go that didn't screw up his other areas. Still, she wasn't as savage or crazy as he thought she would be. Somehow she had managed to skin a fair deal of animals. Some being larger and more dangerous sort. Very impressive, considering that she only had her fangs and some nails. He had decided that she was probably part hound, though the sharp nails had confused him, though he hadn't been the most familiar with dog feet himself. And she just... Sat there. After an hour he had managed to unload the stuff that he had planned for this area and was removing the panel he had brought out for if he needed to replace the building door. Wouldn't work on the cave unless he wanted the girl to follow him around though, so he while he moved it to get our the toolbox he game across a bag that had gotten mixed up with a tub of cashews and some beef jerkey. How did those get in there? Better not have charged me for them, whatever idiot cashier slipped these in.. He looked over the label for the back of dog treats seeing that while they had some nutrional value, it was mostly empty calories for pets to enjoy. His eyes widened as he opened it. Smelled bad but not as bad as the dog girl s breathe. Might as well give her a breathe mint before he left. Fetch! He called out as he tossed one towards her before entering his truck and backing up to drive to his next stop.
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Looked like the area was even more gas intesive than he had thought. Instead of using his truck for getting the pump to the river he went to do it himself. Several hours having passed since he had left the mine and he think he could safely say that he was no longer being tracked after. He was pretty sure at the start, but he seemed to have shook her off after nearing the old bridge. It was this bridge he now headed for, deciding that the stone arches that had been half built over it would be as good a place as any to attach the quart jugs with their frames and not risk them being swept away. He sniffed himself as he looked over the river while he waited for the containers to fill, deciding that he would need to start doing spongebaths if he wanted to stay clean without freezing, however bracing it might be. Not cleaning also had it's own appeal, though that would fade once his cabin got musty. He walked along the riverside, looking over a sluice that had all but been eaten by the elements when one of the containers got loose, bouncing off the river bottom as it headed to down some rocky waters before coming to a fork in the river where it got caught in some blockage. Cursing himself for having left the other containers behind, Grant turned around to first secure them. After doing so he returned with rubberpants, glad to see that the quart hadn't been washed away. Getting his bulky coat off hs slipped into the rubber pants and waded out to fetch his possession from the waters. Doing so he found the water to still be cold, though not as cold as he would have thought given that he was in the mountains. And by the looks of the cat- Oh, the wolf again. He just eyed her for a moment before grabbing his stuff and wading back to the other branch of the river.
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It really was a nice spot, from what Grant could see. A weak flow, wide banks, a waterfall and springs to feed the river... Hed need to come back sometime and see if the springwater was warm or if he could try to shover with the waterfall. Not the main part of it, of course, but some side area where a bit might drip off. He took a few trips to get all the water back to his cabin and it had worked up a sweat, but he had the water to quench his thirst with. Could only hope that there wasn't anything in it to give him the runs. He could only imagine how the wolf would take to THAT scent. He spent the rest of the day checking on traps, eliminating insects and arachnids in the woodpile, chopping the logs into smaller pieces for the heck of it despite it not being near winter... Just some busy work as he began to make a clearing around the cabin, searching through catalouges for dog whistles, eliminating fire hazards... He'd need to make sure the chimney was clean. Unfortunaley, he had already brough his stuff in and didn't have enough sheets to cover everything should he try to eliminate the soot and whatever might be stuck in there. Getting a ladder that he didn't know he had, he climbed to the roof, checking around for any wires, openings, or spare keys that he should know about. The hornet's nest counted in a category of it's own. And so, he spent the next week or two trying to deal with the various problems about his land, trying to get everything save and livable while hunting occasionally.
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While he appreciated how she usually kept to marking the area with fluid waste rahter than something more solid, he was not happy about how aggressive she was with the trees, moving closer and closer to his cabin. He had been planning on tapping some of them for the sap and syrups, but the manner she wrecked their sides was putting brakes to that idea. He wanted something sweet, and as there were no stores around, the beats weren't ready for turning into sugar, and the beer... He needed better materials. Had she been migrating? He saw her at the river occasionally, but he tended to be further down where there was a deep pool with fish. There had been more game around recently, but he couldn't take that to mean anything. It could have been the game migrating or it might have been that she only hunted one animal every week. She certainly didn't seem to have anyone to share it with and there wasn't usually that much left from the bodies he came across, besides the one young one that he found near his home. Something didn't seem quite right about that... Of course, magazine that was mixed in with the dogtreats and jerky. He had only so much toilet paper and reading material, but this page still remained. He looked in the article on cats, and saw how they didn't bring food for those they saw as there masters, but those who thought they couldn't hunt for themselves. That was a low blow. Never mind that it might not be a female cat, it was similar enough for his tastes. Affronted, he went out tracking as near the cave as he could get with other animals still around. There was a moose off all things that came through after an hour of waiting. He squeezed off four shots into the head, but missed and had to deal with it charging him. A bit further to the cave he managed to find another prybar and cracking it's skull open after several loud tries. The work done he took a breather before half carrying the cadaver to the wolf's den.
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Stopping for a bit of a rest, he took a swig from his canteen, looking over the prize of his hunt's face. Shame it probably was too damaged to mount on a wall. Well, that wasn't why he brought it down, so he had better get back up and going. He was using the bar, bloody from when he had to beat the mooses's brains out, as a makeshift staff, plunding it into the ground and levering himself up the hill, sweat coating his face from the fight and the trip bringing it over. Was it so bad to say that killing something made him feel alive? Well he was only thinking it and there was only one thing around to listen, anyways. If a tree is felled in a forest, does anyone but the lumberjack care? He saw some movement, but as he was a bit busy he couldn't grab for his shotgun. It seemed to have been coming from the mouth of the cave though, so it was probably just the bitch, back from whatever she had been doing these past weeks. Was it ashamed that it had scratched up too much of it's stuff? Had she only been doing that when he wasn't around as a sign of cautious defiance? He could appreciate her giving him a wide berth, but he didn't like to be thought of as week. It would be a problem if it went on into the future, with none of the challenges to his authoity being answered. So he would. HEY! He bellowed into the cave, the echoes amplifying it further. I KNOW YOU CAN TALK! GET OVER HERE! She didn't seem to be responding. Getting the flashlight he left near the entrance, he looked over the ground and found new tracks leading to her previous den. Dragging the moose along, he found her cart and dropped the moose infront of her.
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Maybe the light in the den had hurt the creatures vision. He had no idea how their night vision worked, though he did know about what happened with a deer in the headlights or a flashlight with a frog. Might be a good sign though if she chose fright rather than fight or flight. He wiped the sweat from his brow, testosterone still flowing as he pulled the mooses' head to look towards the bitch, it's head being hairy than his own, but barely. He had let his hair grow longer while shaving occasionally, giving him constable stubble. If you bring me something it is for payment, not pity. Got it? He watched as the wolf stayed behind the cart, a strange quiver to the strange voice. Still, it sounded beautifl to him, if only for his lack of contact with anyone else to speak too. Listen, I am going to butcher this and dry the meat so that I can eat during the winter. He probably shouldn't need to try to explain, especially when he didn't know if he would actually be there during the winter. Do you want to eat some of it now? He took out a large knife and cut off a strip off bloody meat. Thinking how he should bleed it to prevent rotting or turn it into black pudding, he tossed it to the wolf. Why is time bad, my bitch? Hey, she wasn't human and she was on his property. Basically made her his possession.
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Gift? Seemed that she did know her place after all. Not that he should have listened to some magazine about how the wild life acted, after all. Pets or not, they wouldn't know a moose from an elk if they hit off the broad side of a barnyard doo- GAH! His listening to rural radio and lack of speaking was tieing his tongue, even internally. And he did have a chance to practice, now... He watched the confused wolf walk to him, tail between legs, probably rubbing in between her... No, change of track. The tongue was more interesting. Almost as thick as a humans, though it looked as flexible as a dog's, the blood and teeth giving the fiery air of a predator. But that was not a path to walk down. Maybe in a month or two when he was really desperate for that king of companionship. For now he would make do with what came out of her mouth, rather than what went in. Well Bitch, I'm probably going to need to think of something to call you. Leaning over, he offered the bitch his clentched fist to smell. Or lick off the blood, if the was as she did that sort of thing. While he felt a twitching in his pants he pushed it out of his mind, instead moving to pet the wolf's side. If she accepted, good for her. If she didn't, but tried to bite... He would use the fist near her face for good measure. Do you have a name? do you know what a name is?
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Tickled to have such his fingers licked at like that. The whining seemed a bit out of place given her apparently friendlier actions, though he figuring it might just be the wolf equivilant of purring. Or was that panting? It didn't matter, she had moved her tail from her... Well, the point was that he might be able to get it wagging. He wouldn't want some beaten, frightened woman as a neighbor, even if the only parts that told him she was a women were... Somewhat exaggerated features of a prime female of the human race. He didn't think that he would like any woman that wasn't naked, but the fur... Alright, maybe she was naked. Didn't mean that he couldn't look and enjoy. She was a dog, really. 'Nothing wrong about playing with a dog, was there?' Keya. Grant repeated, mispronouncing it as he stroked her side, moving closer to her belly as she rolled. He leaned over before sitting down, figuring himself secure safe enough. 'Nothing wrong with playing with a dog.' My name is Grant Tanner. 'Especially a decidely female one.' He wasn't a pervert after all! Are you all alone here? His hand brushed over her breast and he quickly moved away, deciding that he was going to have to move out of the cave soon, though without startling her. It was an enclosed space, fairly dark, he had no helmet for incase she knocked him to the ground and bust up his head again... Are there more like you who live elsewhere?