Dzofin sniffed carefully at the air around the human warrior while remaining casually alert. His tail was wagging moderately and his ears had swiveled forward to focus on the woman. He nods in the human fashion as she orders and ale but meanwhile stands calmly, shifting unconsciously from foot to foot as his senses reach out under her scrutiny. "Patch?" Dzofin snarls slightly and his tail stopped wagging for a moment before he chuffed in laughter. "I am a cousin to "Anuekhs An Gzoug - the Flame that Burns" and am entitled to wear their colors." His body language was confident and outgoing but relaxed. It was obvious that Dzofin considered himself amongst equals and was not currently maneuvering aggressively to advance himself. He looked down at his silvery suit and grinned showing teeth entirely in the Vargr fashion. "It's good to know that some have their noses to wind rather than hiding their knives under fancy silks and jewels." Dzofin noticed the fearful bartender and barked sharply at him. "Of course it is the two of us!" There was no harm in spreading a little fear about among the humans.Tiglath wrote: ↑Wed Oct 30, 2024 11:12 pmBy Dzofin's frame of (applied) reference "Death on Legs" must be stunningly attractive in both human and raider terms but yet remains in isolation among the merc officers at the bar and so his approach interrupts her solitary brooding* contemplation of the party people. She responds by intoning "Hah, ale for the Vargr". She broods on a few moments more and then scrutinizes Dzofin "You look like a younger version of Patch.** I don't remember you from the Raersthog. So, are you family? Oh, and that is a nice outfit. I skimmed the IntComm so think I know where you got it... but I'm waiting for someone and so we have ale and time. Raider, tell me the saga of your spoils of war and we'll trade stories".helvorn wrote: ↑Tue Oct 29, 2024 10:05 pm
Dzofin weaves his way through the crowd to stand next to the female Sword World warrior. As he got close he was sure in his identification. With tail wagging and head and ears held high Dzofin speaks up in gravelly but clear Anglic as he had never learned the language of the humans of the Sword Worlds. "Thursuthkvaehh, the Deathwalker to the Kforuzeng. I am Dzofin. May I share with you a stein of ale in honor of your deeds and bravery?"
She drains her stein and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand smudging her lipstick "Barkeep, hurry up!" The barman mumbles "Countess, Colonel Skeet sorta suggested that, after the last time... you might like to lay off the strong ale... and try a refreshing spritzer" He casts a casual greeting smile at Dzofin and then his face freezes as he states "Ohhh, fffekkkk my old boots... not the ruddy two of you all at once!" He gropes under the bar to find and hurriedly strap on a safety helmet.
(OOC: * detail for Dzofin's recounting of the tale here: she moodily broods with intensity!![]()
** Dzenae Ungogz does have an... ahem... "distinction" in his colouring over one eye but that's not a familiarity Dzofin would expect to use and... live. And he'd taken to brushing his own "distinction" into a more "diffuse" look - or so he thought...).
He lapped at his ale and then gave a short bark and assumed an upright, dominant stance meant to announce the start of a tale of formal tale of heroism. "My unit was fleeing the insurgents with evacuated farmers when we swerved into the ambuscade laid by the SMEC combat group. I was on the roof of the Range Rover returning fire with their tanks and armored vehicles. It seemed the best to lead what was now a common foe into the jaws of a trap." Dzofin snapped his jaws shut again with gleaming teeth to emphasize his point. "Thankfully the insurgents while numerous are not the skilled. Still when they disabled my vehicle and their tanks closed in on us I knew that something must be done to protect my pack and our clients. Fortunately there were workable grav bikes that had been used by the insurgents and currently without owners. I had my ACR, anti-tank rocket in my lucky grenade against the company at least of tanks. The decision was easy; I fired up the bike and charged directly at the tanks." He growled and the ruff of fur around his neck and down his back began to stand out while his ears laid back in his tail raised stiffly. "My charge attracted attention from both sides as planned of course. My pack mates were safe and some of the friendly snipers aided me."
By this time Dzofin was weaving his hands wildly to describe his path through the enemy vehicles while his voice was gravelly and harsh with a deep Gvegh accent. His tail was wagging in short, quick strokes showing his excitement and tension. "I picked the largest and most important of the vehicles as my target and blew it up on a close in, overhead run with my anti-tank rocket. The explosion was glorious as the ammunition cooked off and blew the turret skyhigh. At that point I fired my ACR and zigzagged back to my pack mates but my loyal steed was shot and killed dumping me in the veldt right in front of the enemy infantry screen. A burst of automatic fire drove them back momentarily and then I set my lucky grenade on my bike and ran for cover. The grenade and my loyal bike blew up quite nicely scattering the enemy all about." Dzofin lapped up more ale and continued. "A group of Sword World light infantry moved forward to extract me."
Dzofin looked quite satisfied with himself. "But that is not how I gained the garments of the insurgent's leader. Later I was assisting the sniper after the scouts had escorted me to safety and the unit headquarters." He looked around, sniffed once and then pointed out Prema "That one. At that point you should have seen the advance of the humans mounted on their horses. It was a sight to make one howl for the bravery and charisma shown by the leader and his men. They chased down the enemy infantry breaking before them like a rising wave of death. Shortly after we were called to relocate to the enemy headquarters. The human warrior carried me using her grav belt." He chuffed in humor although his demeanor was very serious. "My only regret is that lacked a cape to fully embrace the situation. Prema"s mate was being held on a raised platform by the ensorcelled followers of the leader for some kind of bloody sacrifice. In righteous anger and impressive firepower my comrade cut a bloodied swath through the foe gathered around the platform. She dropped me from 3 m up and I tucked and rolled through the corpses to come up on my 2 feet." Dzofin leapt in the air and twisted to show how he landed. His teeth were barred in a vicious snarl as he continued the description. "I emptied the magazine of my ACR to cut down the remaining cultists and then did a flipping vault using one of the wounded as a springboard to get up on the platform. Meanwhile the friendly snipers were attracted to our heroism and covered my tail. Again the only detail lacking was a proper cape and hat." Dzofin's eyes were shining and he was panting as his tail fanned the air almost too quickly to be seen. He lapped up more ale, not noticing as the frightened bartender refilled his bowl. "My human comrade and her mate." He pointed to T'lia. "Managed to extricate the taller woman from her bonds. I emptied another clip into the leader and his guards cutting them down with the aid of the humans. At that point all of the fight went out of the insurgents and I claimed the silver suit of leader as my reward to demonstrate my charisma." Dzofin snapped his jaw together twice to indicate he was done and take a Vargr style bow
He noticed the human female come up while he was speaking. Dzofin nodded to her in the human fashion. "I am Dzofin pleased to meet you Bona." When the large and warlike human male approached Dzofin sniffed and swiveled his ears before wagging. He held out his hand again in the human fashion. "A pleasure to meet you Walter Slarne. I am simply Dzofin. With your nickname you should have been one of my people."