I was tagged by and she specifically asked for Aries. I don't have a picture of just him (again, if any of my visual artist readers out there want to tackle it...)
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2. Post 8 facts about your character.
Tag 8 other characters.
4. Post their names along with their creators' avatars
Splinter was drawn from his meditation in the dojo by the sound of his sons and Mutanimals entering the Lair. He wasn’t expecting them to be back so soon, and relief washed through him. Despite the rash of near failures and misses that his family had been experiencing, the boys seemed to have had a smashing success in this mission. All of them were present, and not a one of the eight of them had a scratch.
Slash collapsed onto a chair, holding his head in his hands. “I can’t remember,” he said.
“Remember what?” Splinter asked, emerging into the room.
“How we escaped,” Rockwell said.
“Your escape was very fortuitous,” Splinter said, noting the niggling feeling in the back of his mind. His ears swiveled a few centimeters, toward Donnie’s lab. No sounds came from it, The Phoenix was not stirring. He had to banish his worry of her, if he was unable to concentrate on what was happening around him. “The Shredder is not easily eluded,” he finished.
Rockwell put his hands on his head. “They did something to us,” the chimp said. Splinter examined both Rockwell and Slash’s faces. While they both looked unharmed, they wore masks of confusion, each blinking slowly as if having just woken up. “We were being experimented upon by Shredder.”
Splinter’s stomach dropped. He knew that Oroku Saki had sunk into something akin to madness. If not madness outright, then obsession had stolen him of whatever compassion had once been in his soul. He had no desire to know what kind of experiments The Shredder might subject a human to, much less two mutants. “Let me get you some water,” he said, turning away.
Suddenly, pain burst through his head. The force of the blow sent him spinning sideways, a deep roar filling his ears. He hit the concrete of the sewer floor hip first, his jaw hitting so hard, that he was unconscious before he stopped skidding across the floor.
When he came to his senses, he heard Leo cry, “They’ve got Raph!” No, he thought. They have Raphael. What would they want with him? What would Shredder want with him? During the rescue of the Mutanimals and the Children of the Phoenix, he’d been terrified that one, or all, of his sons would become prisoners. It was his fear whenever they encountered anyone from the Foot Clan. His only fear that was greater was that they would be killed during a ‘patrol’.
Then, Michelangelo was at his side, bending down, concern filling his baby blue eyes. “Sensei,” he said, “Donnie and I will stay with you.”
“I will survive,” Splinter managed to get out, though he had trouble making his lungs take in enough air to speak. “You must save your brother.” When Michelangelo did not move, he snapped, “Go!”
He watched the boys leave, jumping the turnstiles with ease, running after Slash and Rockwell.
Trying to lift himself up from the floor, he groaned. Pain stabbed in his jaw where he’d been struck, his neck muscles bunching. As he got to his knees, he gasped at a spasm attacking his back, twisting its way around to his hip where he’d hit the concrete. That was going to take a while to heal.
No, Phoenix was here. His heart dropped as he stood up. He would have to wait, to heal as he always did. He put his hand to his back as another spasm gripped his muscles.
He had a healer in the next room, and she was utterly useless.
Both Aries and Arcos carried bags made from old t-shirts that had been sewn at the bottom seam and had the arms cut out to make handles. It was a trick they’d learned many years ago, and helped to make them feel less economically deprived than using found plastic grocery bags. Before their capture, Arcos had been surprised when his brother had shown up with a stack of the jersey shirts and began constructing the bags. The rams tiny, even stitches rivalled anything done by a sewing machine and soon they had a small stack of them, some of which they were using at that moment. Each were filled with wild garlic, half of which had the greens nibbled off by Aries as he picked them. The sheep now had a serious case of garlic breath, and was breathing heavily in Arcos’ direction with every chance he got.
“Man, you need to find some anise or something,” Arcos waved his paw in front of his nose, “I can’t smell anything but you and these bags.”
“Garlic is better than the sewer,” the ram replied.
“Amen to that,” Arcos nodded
“Praying is probably a good thing to do,” the accented voice of Fishface drifted from behind them, “because soon you’ll be in Heaven, boys.”
“Seriously?” Arcos turned around, baring his teeth.
Next to Fishface, who held a knife nonchalantly, stood next to Rahzar, leaning against a wall cooly. The skeletal dog mutant was looking at his fingers, as if they held something of great interest. “Oh, we’re very serious,” he said, pushing himself off of the wall.
“I have had a very bad few weeks,” Aries said slowly, dropping the bag of garlic, his nostrils flaring. “I do not have time for you people, unless you’re giving my sister back to me.”
“Nah,” Rahzar replied, lacing his fingers and pushing them out in front of him. The knuckles all cracked, loud enough that Arcos’ ears twitched. “She’s safe and sound in her cage.” He began to undulate from side to side, “All twitchy and hissy, like normal.”
Aries lowered his head, snorting.
“Oh, the little lamb is going to market?” Fishface crooned, pointing at Aries with his knife.
“This little lamb is gonna have fish for dinner,” he said, scraping his foot on the ground and running toward the fish mutant.
At the same time, Arcos drew his sledgehammer, giving it a swing in front of him casually.
Rahzar laughed. “You’re not your sister, little bear.”
“I don’t have to be my sister to tan your hide,” he replied, running at the skeletal dog, throwing back his sledgehammer. He brought it down hard where Rahzar was standing, but the dog mutant was no longer there. Arcos felt a bony foot kick him in the ribs, sending him sprawling forward.
With is head lowered, Aries stomped toward Fishface. The fish mutant twirled on his robotic legs, ending in an airborne kick. His flat, metal foot collided with the ram’s head, right in between the horns, with a loud thud. Aries fell this knees, while Fishface fell to the side, the force of his stop sending him careening to the right. The ram blinked his eyes rapidly, shaking his head with a moan.
Fishface tumbled head over heels, regaining his footing after several twists that ended him farther down the road. “Your head isn’t so hard as that,” he said. With his knife in his sharpened, poisoned teeth, he began to twirl on his hands, an intricate dance made to intimidate the dazed ram.
Arcos breathed in heavily, his lungs didn’t seem to want to work. He rolled out of the way, avoiding a punch from Rahzar. The move left him winded, the previous kick still making his insides quiver.
“We keep Medusa’s terrarium a cool 50 degrees,” Rahzar laughed, walking slowly toward the bear. “Keeps her calm and docile.” He hunched as he walked, his yellow eyes glowing. “I was going to let her go hungry for a year, after feeding her that bunny,” he continued, “but Master Shredder thinks that a combination of positive and negative reinforcement is the best way to train an animal.”
Arcos glanced up, his lungs finally filling up with air. The scent of rotted flesh was strong, tinged with the musk of dog. He squinted his brown eyes, heat rising in his chest.
“When she’s a bad girl,” Rahzar said, his gravelly voice low, “she gets the temperature lowered and doused with cold water.” He chuckled at the nasty look Arcos gave him. “When she’s a good girl, we warm her up, and feed her the prisoners we’re finished with.”
Arcos let out a roar, swinging his hammer as he stood up.
Aries’ vision was blurry, he had never suffered from such a knock on the head in his life. He wasn’t sure if he was shaking his great noggin or if his brains were simply shaking inside of it. However, it was hard to deny the large pink form that was dancing toward him.
Just as Fishface approached, Aries swung his axe, the flat of the blade hitting the fish mutant right in the torso. A sickening squishing sound came from him, before he hit the pavement, skidding into a building.
“For someone who doesn’t have legs,” Aries said, standing up on unsteady feet, “you sure do use them a lot.”
Arcos’ hammer hit only air when he swung. As Rahzar danced out of the way, he laughed. “Maybe I’ll train her to play fetch.”
The bear roared again. Using the momentum from his previous swing, he spun around, the head of his hammer hitting the dog mutant in the gut. Rahzar went flying as if a string was attached to his waist, into the wall of the opposite building. He fell, unceremoniously, on top of Fishface.
“I’ll teach you to fetch, you mongrel,” Arcos growled, raising his hammer.
“Another time,” the dog mutant snarled back, helping Fishface to his feet. “We have other things to do.”
Arcos ran toward them, but instead of staying to fight, the two of them went separate directions, and faster than he would have thought possible, they were both gone.
Aries stumbled up beside him, “Medusa’s still alive.”
Arcos nodded slowly. “Looks that way.”
Holding his hand to his head, Aries muttered, “I think that’s gonna leave a mark.”
Arcos turned to his brother. “No,” he said in his grizzly voice. “Your head is too damned hard for that.” He draped his arm over the rams’ shoulders. “Let’s get this garlic back to Mama.”
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