Nailing the landing [OPEN]

Power Level: 11,500

Current PL: 11,500 (Base Form)

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"Oooooh!" He had already much interest in these animals, almost similar to the Direfang that were back on Asteroid M and, presumably, on Hera. He couldn't see their bowed legs from how they were positioned, but he took the android's words for it. Although, not seeing them for himself only piqued his curiosity. With a small smirk from under his mask, he turned to Jishu. "Hey… wanna get a closer look?"

The question was rhetorical, and the Heran broke into a brisk jog towards them. It was only slightly out of the way from the path to the city, so it wasn't going to inconvenience him too much. Heavy boots thumped against the craggy ground as he made his way closer, ten-plus meters away from where the three animals lay.

As Gaivahros got closer, the wolves perked their ears and quickly snapped their heads towards where the sounds were coming from. Quickly they sprung to their paws and began to slowly approach the Heran calmly. Their sober expressions quickly turned to snarls, eyes fixated and teeth bared. A low, rumbling growl poured from their throats as they hunkered down. It seemed that they were very territorial creatures—and in this barren, decrepit environment, it was no surprise.

Gaivahros stopped and stood his ground. He watched each one carefully, watching as they began to split up and circle him in a triangle fashion. He did not move, even to try and keep each one in his sight. Instead, he slowly lifted his right arm forwards, his hand close to his waist as though he was holding something out to them. 

A pale, white-blue aura began to flow from around his limb like smoke, waving and flaring in arcs. If it wasn't because he reared them while they were still newborn, then this was how he would create a bond with the animals back on his home asteroid. The aura was like a beacon that communicated his intentions on a primal level. Right now, it was telling these wolves that he was not hostile.

It seemed to work. They were no longer baring their fangs to him, but still they cautiously approached. One by one they began to gather their heads around the Heran's hand, sniffing at it. Slowly, Gaivahros moved his hand closer to the one in the middle before placing his hand on top of its head. His fingers curled as they scratched between the canine's ears. He moved down to its chin, giving it some pampering there, the wolf reacting by panting with its tongue stuck out of the side of its mouth.

Now the other wolves wanted the same attention. Their heads bumped and rubbed against the Heran's hand, trying to scratch themselves against whatever they could, demanding the same affection. With a smile, Gaivahros knelt down and brought his other hand forward, trying his best to give them as much attention as he could. He turned to where Jishu was, and cocked his head sideward in notion of having her join him. 

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KP: 3/3

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WC: 505

Total WC: 2,596 + 505 = 3,101

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Jishu Hofferson

Power Level: 11,500

Current PL: 11,500 (Base Form)

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The android enjoyed being a stick-in-the-mud, it seemed. The Heran rolled his eyes as Jishu pitched her complaint, his hands still scratching along the chins of the wolves in front of him. But she did have a good point about the heat. They had a good walk ahead of them, and he was already beginning to feel thirsty. The hour-long flight to this planet didn't do anything to help, either.

With a sigh, he lowered his hands down to his sides, and then slipped them into his pocket. With a rather defeated, sorrowful look, he began to walk away from them. As though they were pets, the three wolves began to follow him, leaving the comfort of their resting spot and out of the shade. The Heran had to hold a hand out to them as though telling them to stop. With the same technique as he used prior, the wolves let out a chorus of whines before sitting down.

It took only a moment for him to rejoin the android, his calm eyes narrowing and staring at her. "You need to lighten up a little," he spoke. His tone lacked his trademark carefree blend, replaced with the bitterness of seriousness. He turned away from her, and continued down the path, walking ahead of her. His eyes shifted to the side, peering out of the corner of them as he saw the wolves' heads turning and following him. As Gaivahros walked further away, they made their way back into the shade.

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KP: 3/3

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WC: 251

Total WC: 3,101 + 251 = 3,352

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Jishu Hofferson

Power Level: 11,500

Current PL: 11,500 (Base Form)

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The Heran had hardly taken notice of the android's change to her own tone of voice, half-ignoring her at this point. "Yeah, yeah," he responded in a carefree manner, waving his hand in the air as though waving her off. "Don't get your panties in a twist over it."

She had a fair point though. The land had a high and quite humid atmosphere about it, and it was any wonder if it was going to be the same at night time. It was also quite possible that the wasteland was inhabited by nocturnal hunters; the wolves had spent much of the afternoon lazing in the shade, so that lent the theory some credibility. But for all intents and purposes, Gaivahros was not really that bothered if he made it to the city today or the next—it would just prove to be more convenient if he got there before dark.

The other issue, admittedly, was the android herself. The Heran enjoyed the company of others for the most part, but this girl was quite the downer. Between her tone-dead voice and her snobby attitude, the Heran felt as though he would have a more meaningful relationship with a brick wall. Still, at least he had someone to talk to, as little a conversation he could get out of her anyway. 

Perhaps he just needed to needed to entertain her?

The Heran smirked, hidden by the scarf of his cloak, and gazed at her from the corner of his eyes. "Fancy a race?" he asked with a more cheerful tone. "You wanna get to the city quick? Then let's cut the time in half." With that said, not even giving Jishu the chance to respond, he broke out into a bolting sprint, having already created a thirty meter gap between the two of them in barely a second. Dust kicked behind him as his legs broke into long strikes, his cape billowing behind him against the wind.

Perhaps this should prove to be fun for the both of them. 

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KP: 3/3

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WC: 339

Total WC: 3,352 + 339 = 3,691

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Jishu Hofferson