Damsel in Distress! [Open]

[Momochi]

The hustle and bustle was loud and gay this sunny spring afternoon. Spicers, candle makers, blacksmiths touting their wares stretching their voices with promises of inhuman quality and products too good to be true. Momochi was beginning to love it all, in spite of how noisey it was. Truthfully, he hated all the noise until a mission called him out for a few days ago on patrol in the woods. The sound of a lone cricket his only company. He hadn't been able to sleep a wink. Last night however...

"My gods that was the best sleep anyone has ever had." he said with with a giant doapy grin as he rubbed the dust of sleep from his eyes. He stretched his arms out into the sky before him, feeling his joints and muscles grown in satisfaction. He felt like sunlight was shooting from his finger tips. Nothing could ruin today. Or so he thought as walked the streets and markets and alleys, going nowhere in particular. Half the time he didn't even open his eyes. He was just too excited for the day. Not typical of Momochi's demeanor, but he knew how to enjoy the few good things that came his way.

The hustle and bustle faded behind him more and more as he walked. When he had started his morning, the market was so full you shouldered your way through strangers and cutpurses to get anywhere. Where he walked now it was turning more buyer's market, with less and less shoppers and sketchier and sketchier vendors. He turned, attempting to head back the way he came from but the path was split into multiple sidestreets and alleys. On a guess, he picked one. An hour later, he picked another, and another. And another. His mood came down slowly as his day drug on with the search for the way home.

"Wheres a map when you need one?" he began,

"Whats a prit'y lit'l thing loike you doin down 'ere?" came man's voice from behind.

"Huh?" mumbled Momochi as he started turning around, only to be greeted by a heavy club that looked more like a small tree than a club. The impact was terrific and he felt his jawbone crack a bit from the connection. Hugely painful swelling started thumping on the side of his face.

"Fuckin ow." said Momochi reaching up a hand to touch his pulsing and undoubtedly painful bruise.

"Bag'im" came the voice.

"Whoa what-" suddenly four large sets of hands set about hurling Momochi into a large burlap sack. Adding injury to injury to insult, those hands it turned out, were attached to bodies that had legs and feet. Momochi couldn't tell much, being inside a big sack. But he did know that the ground was underneath him, that the boss man was standing at the mouth of the alley, and that the boss man's four friends were kicking the ever-loving-shit out of him.

[MFT]

 

[Ryu Hime]

In the back of the alley was a group of cages which held canines used for dog fighting. This was the more questionable part of the neighborhood after all. One of the cages held a beautiful bitch that looked more like a dog show type than a fighter. Her coat looked healthy with a nice shine because her fur has recently been shampooed, conditioned, washed and brushed well. Her name was Shikame and at the time she was taking a nap before her first bout of the day. Unknown to the gang of thugs she held the title of undefeated champion for the past six months. Awoken from her slumber she barks at the guys making the racket. The guy in charge responds by kicking her cage and telling her to shut up. That was a bad move on his part because unlike the other dogs hers wasn’t locked. No one owned her to steal; this wolf comes to fight voluntarily. Soon after the man turns back around to face he’s men, Shikame gets up and grabs the latch with her mouth. Soon the cage door would open and she would make an angry growl. The boss man looks at her and laughs. He insults her; calling her a pretty little show dog with all bark a no bite. Boy was he ever wrong for she lunges at him and like a wolf goes for the throat. She pins him to the ground with her jaw locked around his neck. He cries out to his men, which was quickly silenced by her tighten her grip to begin closing his air ways. A puddle of blood was beginning to form around the man as he was bleeding profusely. The four guys that were kicking the sack quickly decided that now was a good time to leave and they ran for there lives. No loyalty among thieves; looks like these guys were no better. When Shikame’s victim finally passes out due to blood loss, she lets go. She then uses some sort of heal justu to heal the injuries she caused. She walks over to the sack blood dripping from her muzzle. She attempts to aid the man in getting out, but he may not like the view when he does.

[MFT]

 

[Rakujo Yumeko]

Naikishin walked through Iwagakure as the amount of commotion that was happening, he would soon stare at the sky, as he hadn't even seen it be very sunny since he had entered the village. He would soon pull out a cigarette and quickly light it, taking a moment before he exhaled the smoke from the first puff, as he started to walk. He could easily tell that the commotion was becoming more and more quiet, which he was thankful for. After a while of walking, he would make his way to, what seemed to be, a darker area of the village. He would be just finishing the cigarette, taking one last puff from it, before dropping the butt and stepping on it.

As he exhaled the smoke once again, he would notice a group of people kicking a sack that was on the ground. The sounds were of the impacts hitting a person rather than an inanimate object. Though he had soon noticed there was a canine that had interfered soon after he had noticed the people kicking the sack. Four men had soon ran passed him as he sighed and watched the bad and canine for a moment. He would run his thumb down the blade of his sword, which stayed at his side, to get a little blood so that he could summon Shi, his most commonly summoned Fox.

As the smoke that had appeared from his summoning dispersed, Shi would stand just about as tall as Naikishin. Shi's fur is pure white, with the exception for the tip of his tails as well as the fur on his head. Shi stands roughly five feet tall. He has nine tails, instead of the typical one tail, which makes him stand out pretty easily. His eyes are red, and he has a skull on his head, which almost covers up all of the brown fur on his body, with the exception of the tips of his tails, which are grey and move to orange a bit away from the tip of the tail. Shi would stretch slightly as Naikishin would soon make his way towards the canine that had caused the men to run away after having been kicking the bag, and the bag itself.

As the two had stopped around fifteen feet away from the bad and the dog that had also participated in some bloodshed, Naikishin would speak up to the man in the bag. "Oi, you fine in there?" He said, as Shi sat down, his tails moving slightly.

[MFT]

 

[Momochi]

The beating felt like it went on and on and showd no signs of stopping. Grunt grunt here and a grunt grunt there. Everywhere a-

"Ow! Shit!"

This whole unrelenting beating thing was quite unpleasant. But then suddenly... it stopped.
The kindness of strangers was an infrequent thing in life. The successful kindness of strangers even more so. Momochi wasn't in one of those positions where you were able to notice much. Mostly he just had sounds. The one most prevalent at this moment, was the fierce ringing of tinnitus in his left ear. He could feel endorphins pumping their way into his swollen face, his bruised ribs and what felt like a reasonably deep gash in his shin from a steel-toed boot. This had been such a lovely day to start. here did it go wrong? The gods were assholes, thats where it went wrong. Happy days got snuffed out, because how dare you enjoy living your meager life mortal? The ringing was so loud it drowned his thoughts of hate and pain as well as the query of the stranger at the mouth of the alley.

"MAWP!" he said loudly, in an attempt to hear literally anything at all. Why did the beating stop?
"MAWP!" he said again. He started grabbing at the anthropomorphous bag for a corner or an edge or something to pull himself out of it. Something appeared to be helping him. After a second or two of continuing and "MAWP"-ing, he saw daylight. Unfortunately, daylight also saw him. His face and limbs were flush red and swoll, soon to turn black and blue. What he had failed to anticipate however, was the gaping, hungry maw, dripping blood all over him like he would soon be marinated in it. He spotted the badnit leader, his club in the dust, his body in a small pool of blood. Momochi immediately shoveled himself backwards, crab-style by his palms as fast as his injured limbs would pull him. But to his great misfortune, there was only a few feet of space behind him, and he quickly found himself backed against the alley wall.

"Easy doggy... nice doggy... nice..." he urged the animal, too worried to notice the man to the far left of his peripheral vision.

 

[Ryu Hime]

As skilled n battle as he is with women it seems. Shino was going to show him a good time and what does he do? His nose bleeds and he faints. This guy was not much of a man in Shikame books and see how he was placed in a sack by a few regular thugs; not much of a shinobi either. Just where did this guy’s talents lie? She expected some sort of thanks for rescuing him, but no he cowers from her and treats her like some rapid dog. She was going to heal him but after that he can find some mednin to tend to his injuries. It was not until she goes to scratch her neck with her hind paw that she notices blood on her face. She looked at her paws that were soaked from walking in it and frowns. She needed to see herself. Walking over to her dish of water she looks into it and stares at her reflection, “Aw darn I’m covered in the stuff. By the time my fights our over it’s going to dry and take forever to wash out.” Shikame may be a wolf, but likes to keep herself looking presentable and this was hardly presentable. They weren’t kidding when they say no good deed goes unpunished.

A door next to Momochi opens up and nearly hits him. A small fat man pops his head out and bellows, “Hey Shikame your fight…” His words stop as he sees the body lying in a pool of blood and he sighs. “Another idiot trying to steel the dogs again? Will they ever learn? Anyways your first bout starts in fifteen.” The man then left as quickly as her came slamming the door shut behind him.

 

[Rakujo Yumeko]

Naikishin would watch the events unfold in front of him, the man who was in the bag was obviously more focused on the dog that was standing above him. Soon, a door had opened up, which allowed a man to stick out his head, and spoke to the dog, calling it Shikame. He wouldn't much care about the dog who had outright ignored him for no reason, in which Shi would stand directly next to Naikishin and as he started to walk, he would only be roughly two steps behind him. "Since you didn't answer me, I'm going to guess you're not all there..." He would say, as he reached out to grab the collar of the shirt that the man was wearing and started to drag him away to get the man some medical attention. Shi would follow as well, though not saying much until something more would happen.

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[Momochi]

Life was frequently... surprising. One of those things where anything, at any time could happen. Momochi was willing to accept that reality as truth. Still, he was not entirely prepared for a dog that could talk. The dog paid Momochi's "nice doggy" commentary little to no heed, only interested in the blood that coated its face.

“Aw darn I’m covered in the stuff. By the time my fights our over it’s going to dry and take forever to wash out.”

Just as suddenly as anything in his life happened, a man appeared through a door.

“Hey Shikame your fight…” he looked around, registering the familiar scene. “Another idiot trying to steel the dogs again? Will they ever learn? Anyways your first bout starts in fifteen.”

Why was everybody always so calm about the violence and craziness that happened? How did any of this make any sense?

What the-

The stiff grip of a stranger who walked beside a fox came over and took him by his collar.

"Who the he-"

"Since you didn't answer me, I'm going to guess you're not all there..."

Momochi waited a moment as he was dragged off looking at the fox expectantly.

"...can you talk too?" he resigned himself, absolutely certain that only in some wild fantasy land was this sanity.



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