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Visht and Vultog Bonding Progression

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The First Sept:

After successfully stabilizing the deer presumably under Indril's watchful eye, Vultog would allow the dehydrated doe to drink slowly from his waterskin for some time to slowly bring back her strength. She would need it for the long journey ahead of her. Unfortunately, they could not stay as long as Vultog would have liked, as a wounded and previously bleeding deer was sure to attract predators. So Vultog gently lifted the passed out deer and placed her on top of Lavozagh, before he also mounted the Samburru Howler so they could return to port. And within the first hour of meeting they were already on their way.

In a way, the deer being passed out was a mixed blessing as it did not have to through the stress of Vultog carrying it into town, convincing the captain with some coin to let another animal on board, and making their way back to the Spirit Isles. If she had been awake, she may have thrashed around, reopening the wound and causing herself to bleed out, but thankfully that was not the case and it was only towards the end of the journey that she awoke, with Vultog having to do his best to calm her with a gentle voice along with offerings of food and water. When they disembarked on Arvora's Holy Lands, Vultog placed the doe over his shoulders, holding onto her legs to ensure she did not kick any bystanders. The doe was not happy at all, mewing almost the entire time although it did not bother Vultog, having been both a farmer and a father.

Eventually, they made their way into the Spirit Tree where Vultog asked the Ascended to help heal the deal, as its wound was only sealed with Bungmoss and still at risk of infection or simply not healing. It was certainly an odd request and it showed on the faces of the doctors, but they complied. The deer was taken to the surgery room, where Tiberius tied the tree down while Alda and Seraphina got to work. Seraphina used her powers to calm the deer with words as Vultog attempted to calm the doe in his own way, slowly petting its head and keeping eye contact with her. As Alda and Seraphina then continued with the surgery, Vultog thought of a name for the doe; her coat was a nice brown color like fallen leaves, so Vultog would call her Visht or Autumn in Orcish. After some time had passed, Visht's wound was cleaned and closed with stitches with Vultog being given ample instructions to ensure the wound would heal correctly.

Vultog would carry Visht out once more to Stormhaven, where he would rent a stall in the stables nearby his home where Lavozagh was kept. The orc did not know if Indril would approve of keeping the deer 'locked up' in a sense, but Vultog knew it was for her own good as she needed to move as little as possible for proper healing. Besides, Vultog was literally across the street with a window looking at the stables so he could keep an watchful eye on her. So Vultog would place Visht in the stalls, and tie an orange tassel around her neck to ensure that no hunter or butcher would take her on accident. And for the rest of the Sept, Vultog would spend long amounts of time withe Doe in his free time, feeding her fruits and greens and helping her drink water. When he was eventually allowed, Vultog also brushed her fur and was able to check the stitches for signs of breaking or infection. He was always slow and gentle, never raising his voice and doing his best to never appear threatening. At this point it was almost second nature, having spents years raising animals of all sorts. Of course Visht eventually trusting Vultog would take time, and for now she still remained somewhat skittish around the large orc.


 

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The Second Sept:

Ever had a giant lizard become jealous? Most people haven't, and Vultog just became one of the lucky few who did. Turns out by spending time in the stall next to one, constantly caring for and feeding a deer that his master just met, it can make the lizard rather grumpy. Vultog had spent even more of this sept attempting to have the deer get used to the orc, and in turn Lavozagh refused to even look at him. So Vultog had to eventually spend an hour with the Samburru Howler just petting his scales and giving him treats before Lavozagh would look at Vultog again.

As for Visht, her would was healing rather nicely to the point that the stitches could be removed. Furthermore, Vultog's time with her had started to pay off as Visht no longer seemed incredibly worried whenever the Orc approached, and would willingly eat out of his hand as long as Vultog retained proper distance. It still took plenty of coaxing and time, however, for Visht to allow Vultog close so he could actually take out the stitches and continuously check the wound.

There was, however, a new problem. With Visht's wound basically healed her energy restored, she was getting restless to the point she almost kicked Vultog a time or too. She needed to stretch her legs. So Vultog decided to kill two birds with one stone, and would take the deer near the camp of his best friend Spinner who he needed to talk to regardless. After introducing the deer, Vultog would let Visht loose, who would immediately bolt some distance away. For a moment, Vultog was worried she would disappear completely, never to be found, though for a moment she stopped to stare back at Vultog before disappearing into the underbrush. As he started his talk with Spinner, every now and then he could see a bit of orange moving in the trees, the sign of Visht.

...unfortunately for Vultog, the talk with Spinner and the rest of his friends went sour quite fast, and he left the camp in a giant huff to instead walk into the woods to find Visht. The orc was pissed, and needed to get away and ensure that the doe was okay. However, his shouting seemed to have scared Visht as she was no where in the immediate area. Cursing at himself uncharacteristically, Vultog went deeper into the forest, spending a few hours to eventually find her at a spring.

It was clear the doe was tired. Judging by the deep tracks Vultog had found throughout the forest as well as the dirt that caked her legs, she had sprinted around to explore with her newfound freedom, only stopping to eat and drink as she did now. It may have been too much for the poor thing, as now she was laying down panting. Vultog made his presence known with a little grunt, causing Visht's head to pop up and look to the orc's direction. Again, Vultog was afraid she would dart, but it seems she was both too tired and trusted him just enough to not immediately run away. Slowly he approached with a level pace and relaxed body. Visht kept her dark eyes on him, though otherwise she remained still.

Eventually Vultog got close enough that he could reach out and grab her if he was quick enough, and for a long moment he considered it in order to bring her back to the stable. However, he then remembered what Indril said about Lavozagh, and the fact remained that Visht was raised wild. Keeping her in there when she just about ready to live on her own again would be cruel. So instead he took a seat, just looking Visht directly in the eyes before eventually offering her a berry. The doe watched him in turn, eventually sticking out her head and tongue to eat.

They remained like this for some time, Visht comfortable enough to rest by the orc and Vultog not wanting to return. It could not last, however, and eventually when Visht was rested she slowly stood and trotted away, nearly brushing Vultog in the process. Vultog would watch her go, sitting there for a few moments after before eventually making his way back home.


 

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The Third Sept:

The next many days Vultog found himself wandering in the woods to search for Visht, a bag full of food and water for the doe. Some days he could not find her, only finding some tracks and the tell tale signs of the ends of branches having been chewed off. Other days, however, he would eventually see the tell tale orange tassal in the distance, sticking out like a sore thumb in the woods. However, it seemed it was doing his job as no arrows were sticking out of her.

On those days when he was close enough to see her, Vultog would make his presence known, waving to the deer slowly to show he was not simply more greenery as well as calling out Visht's name. Visht would look up, staring at the orc from a distance away. Slowly, Vultog would take out the food he gathered and placed it on the ground in front of him, and as he did so he would say, 'Here' softly before backing away and taking a seat. After a few minutes, Visht would approach the orc and start to eat. Eventually, Vultog would take out the waterskin, which Visht would now have recognized as that was how the orc gave the doe water when she could not move. So Visht would approach and drink from the waterskin, before moving back to finish the food. When the food was gone, Visht would stay around for some period of time, looking at Vultog and their surroundings before eventually leaving. And this cycle repeated itself throughout the sept, all to make Visht more comfortable around the orc and to have her respond to his call.

It was on the last day, however, did a truly significant step happen. Vultog once more came across Visht, and repeated the process of placing down food. Yet when he looked up from the food, Visht was already approaching. The orc watched the doe, who stopped some feet away. Vultog eventually placed down the rest of the food, before sitting almost directly next to the pile. Then, he said, "Here, Visht." The doe's ears flickered, and for a moment she tensed... before moving towards the orc and the pile. After taking one last look at Vultog with her large brown eyes, she would go to eat. Vultog watched her for some time, before taking a risk and deciding to try and gently brush Visht. The doe tensed and froze, causing Vultog to stop moving, his hand still on her fur. They were like that for many silent moments, before finally Visht started to eat again, relaxing her body. Vultog gave a small smile, and continued to brush her fur. It continued for some time, before Visht finally ate all that there was and left. Vultog would quickly follow suite.


 

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The Fifth Sept:

Despite the many arguments and stresses that Vultog faced, he still found time to return to the forest over the last two septs. In fact it was much like the third sept where sometimes Vultog was unable to find Visht, and sometimes he was lucky and found her tracks relatively quickly to easily find her. However, the perhaps the most meaningful days were the ones where Vultog would call out her name, and she would appear, first poking her head out of the brush before revealing her whole form.

Vultog would ask the door to approach with a simple here, where on the fourth sept he used food to help beckon the deer. On the fifth, however, he simply said it and Visht approached with the orc taking the food out after the fact. Visht was no longer as tense near the Orc, and ever since the first touch Vultog was able to reach out and pet her as long as he wanted if he was slow and gentle.

In turn, Vultog just... what did his friends call it? Vented. An odd word to be sure, but he was sure he did it. It started after another argument with Hazellyn when she had his son ask Vultog to go on a vacation. He told Visht how his friends wanted to help him with issues that were only his own, that he felt his life was threatened, and he was having crisis of faith not to mention he felt that he would never find love again. Visht, being an animal, of course did not truly understand but did listen even when Vultog raised his voice even if she did skit away a few steps when it happened. When Vultog got particularly heated after a day at the tavern, the he was surprised when Visht would lay down next to the orc and rested her head on his lap.

Vultog looked down in surprise, but it was happy one as he went to scratch behind the doe's ears. Maybe Visht was right... maybe he needed to calm down and let his friends help. If he was willing to die for them, he should accept they were willing to die for him.


 
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The Seventh Sept:

This sept was defined by a single day. Vultog had once more walked out to find Visht, but not even an hour had passed before he heard a rustle of leaves and suddenly the doe charged passed him. Immediately, the orc saw that she was wounded; not majorly but she was grazed along the side with some blood running down her fur. Vultog called for Visht, and the doe stopped to turn at him. After a moment of confusion and terror, clearly deciding whether to continue to run or approach, she chose the latter. When she was close enough, Vultog would be able to stand next to her, stroking her neck with one hand while using the other to examine the wound. It was a clean cut, but thankfully not deep. After a few moments, a realization hit him. Was this from an arrowhead?

He would soon get his answer, as even more rustling was heard causing Visht to tense and shake. Vultog turned to the sound, and out came a human armed with bow and arrow. The hunter's eyes were on the ground, looking for the blood trail though with a quick glance he saw his prize. "Hey! What you doing with my kill!" he shouted, drawing an arrow back. "Move!"


"DID NOT YOU NOT SEE THE ORANGE RIBBON ON HER!" Vultog roared, moving towards the hunter in rage as Visht dashed off. The hunter's bow turned to shoot at the doe, but before he could a dagger dug itself near his feet. It was enough to distract the hunter so the shot went wide. "HEY WHAT THE-" But before he could get his full exclamation out, the bow was snatched out of his hands by Vultog. "DID YOU NOT SEE THE ORANGE RIBBON!" The orc yelled again. "I-I-I did... but I... I thought... I thought...." The hunter stammered, trying to come up with an excuse. Although with an orc screaming in his face he was failing fantastically. "LEAVE!" Vutog roared one last time, and the hunter bolted.

Vultog watched to ensure that the hunter did not return, before turning to where Visht had ran off. The orc called out the doe's name, trying to follow her tracks and the path of blood she left behind. Thankfully, the doe recognized his voice and eventually peered out from the underbrush. After a moment of glancing around for other threats, she emerged to walk directly into the orc, pressing her head into his chest. Vultog would once more go to comfort her, taking out some bungmoss he collected from the surrounding areas. The wound did not need more advanced medical attention thankfully, so after cleaning it with water and covering it with the moss he was sure that it would heal relatively quickly. He then spent many hours that day simply staying with Visht, letting her rest her head in his lap and feeding her so she could regain her energy.


 

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The Eight Sept:

Vultog once more found Visht in the fast forest of the Spirit Isles, as he did throughout the sept. Immediately the doe walked to her, and if this was a normal day Vultog would spent the next couple of minutes checking her wound and petting the deer, before eventually feeding her some berries and giving her clean water. Then the two of them would find a place to relax, where Visht would lay down next to the orc or walk away for a few minutes to graze before returning.

But this was not a normal day. As Vultog and Visht went to sit in a clearing, Visht's head shot up, staring in the direction of the city. Vultog followed her gaze, and soon heard what she heard; what sounded like a small group of men. Vultog stood up, placing his hand on Visht to calm her and to tell her to stay. Perhaps it was just a family foraging.

If only they were so lucky. The first person to step into view was the Hunter from yestersept, who's eyed narrowed upon seeing Vultog. "Hey! I found him guys! I found the orc who stole my deer!" Visht bent her knees, ready to bolt, but Vultog still soothed her, unsure if her running away was the best idea at the moment. A few moments later, a group of 3 other men entered the clearing. Two were armed with bows, and the other two daggers including the Hunter.

"What do you want?" Vultog asked, his hand slowly reaching to the handle on his waist. "We want the deer and you to piss off with the whole 'friend of the forest' thing! The Ascended are already on our backs enough. We don't need a damned greenskin telling us what to do now as well!" the Hunter cried back as his group started to spread out around the clearing. "There are plenty of other animals to hunt. This one is under my care." Vultog explained, though he knew it was for naught.

"Look, I will make this simple for you. Either give us the doe, or we bring your head to the Hanese. I am sure they would pay some arunes for an Orc head. What do they call you tuskies? Oni?" The group laughed, and Vultog soon realized if Visht did not run now she may not have a chance to escape.


"RUN!" The orc shouted, and Visht bolted before she was fully circled. The group in their arrogance was not ready to fire, so in desperation the two bowmen attempted to line up a shot as the other two looked on. Vultog was going to capitalize on this, as he drew his Axesword and charged at the closest bowmen. With a single swipe the wooden bow snapped, leaving the man horrified and defenseless. "OH CRAP!" He exclaimed, immediately fearing for his imminent death.

That was not Vultog's goal, however, and as soon as disarmed the first man he turned. The two men with daggers were approaching, although it was clear they were no soldiers. They were fighting off rage, and their forms were sloppy. The only thing they did do right was start to split off as they approached Vultog. However, the orc had the better reach. With his axesword Vultog swung low, catching one, then two of their feet with the curve in the blade and sending them off their feet. They yelled, clearly surprised and with their rage quickly disappearing. Vultog quickly looked around for the nex-

A sudden pain erupted on his side. He looked down, taking a step back in pain. There was an arrow just below his ribs on his right side. The man had likely shot low to hit Vultog when he went for the swipe, and got him as he was straightening up. Normally Vultog could fight through such a wound but... as he went to pull out the arrow, he realized this was much more serious and painful than any normal arrow wound. It was a large, barbed arrowhead, meant to kill painfully and slowly.

The wound was distraction enough for the group to pick itself up, with the final bowman drawing another arrow. The two men with daggers were nursing their ankles as they both had rather bad cuts on them from the sword. "Just kill him already!" One of them shouted, and Vultog saw that there was now an arrow pointed directly at his head. The orc closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable as he tried to imagine his family and friends one last time.

However, suddenly he heard loud swearing and somebody tumble to the ground. His eyes shot open, and there he saw Visht standing over the bowmen, having seemingly charged into him. "Gods, the animals are fighting for him now!" "Crap, maybe he is an Ascended!" "Oh god, I don't want to become a tree!" With this new fear implanted in their minds, the hunters ran back towards the city, dropping everything as if to appease the forest.

Vultog looked up to Visht, who slowly approached him with a worried look. The Orc was hurt. It wouldn't be fatal if he could get to the Spirit Tree, but he was in no shape to start walking on his own. He tried anyway, trying to pick himself up while keeping pressure on the wound, but he quickly stumbled into the doe. The doe stood her ground, however, allowing Vultog to pick himself back up. Slowly, Visht would nuzzle her way under his arm and shoulder so he could lean on her. "Thank you..." Vultog whispered, causing Visht's ears to flicker. The doe seemed to know where to go, and together they headed back towards the city.


 

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