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| Dare you to Move; Patch/Nic one on one R (violence) | |
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| Deleted User | Jan 5 2010, 02:42 PM Post #76 |
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There was a moment where the Lynx had entered the room to check on his patients well being and found the two in a rather interesting position. He didn't dare wake them, circling around to check the vitals, do a quick read of the monitors. Everything seemed good. On his way out he noticed the Weasel stirring. Her eyes opening groggily, he offered her a small smile before closing the door behind him. Alley greeted him on his way out. He pressed his fingers to his lips to silence her before she said a thing. The reptile simply sighed and followed him to his office. Since the doctor's quick visit most of her medications fed to her were slowed and eventually cut out. Waking from her drug and fever induced state she had no idea where she was. Nor why she was clinging so tightly to the coyote's hand. He was fast asleep, looking worse for wear. He put her here, but just what was here? In the quiet of the room, only her heart monitor made any sound. The slow and steady beeps of her pulse. She reached over and gently placed a hand on his temple, brushing his hair from his face. Wiggling her fingers from his grasp she tried to remove herself from the bed. Even the slightest motion made her head spin. If she rolled out of bed there was a big chance she would be kissing that floor. The sun hadn't even risen yet, but she could tell how close to morning they were. She settled back under the sheets, resting on her side, without the aching wound and tightly wrapped bandages. She would have to question that later. Staring at the face of her captor, and her savior. She was sure they were alone...it was the only reason she leaned in close, wrapping one arm around his head, pressing her forehead to his temple. Slipping back into sleep.. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 02:48 AM Post #77 |
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The coyote woke slowly the next morning with an aching neck. Still, when he opened his eye, he saw that the weasel had moved in the night. Her arm was about his neck, and her head pressed against his temple. He gently lifted her arm from around his neck albeit reluctantly. Then placed a kiss on her forehead. "Bonjour ma belle." He murmured softly into her ear. He did not leave, he remained beside her. Loyalty was not one of his virtues, yet from somewhere, deep within the recesses of his canine past, there was some inkling that he was supposed to stick with her. To remain by her side. He didn't know why, or how this was so, yet it felt right. Call it instinct. Yet, he found he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Silly really, to be captivated by a stranger who he knew was more than capable of killing him, and after this little shin dig had all right to do it. He tossled her hair. She was so cute. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 03:02 AM Post #78 |
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She didn't want to move, though her aching body demanded she get her lazy arse out of bed. Even Patch removed his arm from around her neck she barely shifted. Simply opening her eyes and turning her head toward the sound of his voice. Feeling as reluctant to pull away, but his messing with her tangled locks was too much to bare. Just like the realization of their closeness. Releasing her hold on him she sat up in bed, grumbling and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Both hands reaching up to brush her hair back, fingers combing through her hair but it didn't do the job. "Where are we?" Her voice was soft and scratchy, rubbing her neck and looking rather annoyed. Noticing the IV that fed into her arm, the sting of her stretching out the cord and tugging at the needles beneath her skin. She guessed she could figure this out. And she wasn't very happy. Reaching for the tubes that fed the medication, ripping off the tape and pulling out the hollowed needles. "I need a shower." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 03:35 AM Post #79 |
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He did not try and stop her as she removed the IV. Although he did frown, but he quickly paged for a nurse. "I had to take you to the hospital. We are in the small town of Westfield, and you are my fiancee Anne." He replied. He followed her as she moved towards the bathroom. "The nurse will need to put a bandaid on the IV sites until they scab up. You were in quite a bad way back there. Your body was fighting an infection, it nearly cost your life." He continued. "I should have taken you to the hospital that night. I should have never taken you away from Mobotropolis. I am sorry, this is all my fault. I will take you back today. You can go on with your life, and I will go on with mine. I don't need the star posts. I will find my own way home. " He stood outside the bathroom door as she washed up. He wasn't really looking at anything in particular. Instead, the thought of what the chameleon said in her tarot deck, struck a chord with him. He did not ask to find love. Love was not something that really meant that much to him. Instead, he just wanted a diversion. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 03:56 AM Post #80 |
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Nic didn't appreciate having Patch call for a nurse. She didn't need help, she didn't need any more attention. No more then what this night has caused her. Frowning when Patch mentioned their apparent alias. Fun times. "I don't need a damn nurse." There was a short pause. "Couldn't ya have thought of a better name?" Frowning deeper when Patch began speaking about the past. "What if, could of. Thin's happen, ya move on." She called out from behind the curtain. Thankfully there happened to be small showers were within each bathroom attached to the hospital room. Barely enough room to maneuver in but it served its purpose of washing away the grime built over the last two days, the blood was the hardest to get rid of. "Are ya givin up on me already?" Stepping from the shower in the nude, seeking out a towel to wrap around her slender frame. "This is just a bump in the road, I can still get ya what ya need." She took his withdrawal as a show of his uncertainty of her abilities. "I got this. I don't take payments without finishin some kind of job. Just aint how I work. Unless there's somethin' else I can do fer ya." She didn't want to give up her pay but would if she had to. She had morals. Kinda. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 04:21 AM Post #81 |
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He looked at her. Her fur clung to the skin beneath it, leaving little to the imagination. He blinked a few times taking it in, before quickly handing her a large towel, as he averted his gaze to the floor. He cleared his throat before he continued. "It was the first name that came to mind." He started to say, before she continued. He listened to her. It was not that he did not believe she could pull it off. No, he did have confidence in her abilities. Rather, it was something else. He had never worried about it before, yet he did not this. It slowed them both down. He was a liability to her as much as she was to him. They were two independent spirits, both strong willed and stubborn. He walked away from the bathroom, keeping his back to her. At least, until she was clothed. "Dammit, she is a distraction!" He thought with a scowl. "Yet, she is a good distraction." "I will take you back to Mobotropolis." He replied quietly. He moved toward the door. "You need to see the Doctor one last time. I will get him." He said before he left. Patch spoke to the nurses and then was sent to the clerks office where he paid for her treatment. He used cash. No questions were asked, which was fine with him. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 04:43 AM Post #82 |
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She dressed slower then usual, feeling his eyes on her back, cracking a small, toothy smile. Drying out her fur, easier done with such a thin coat of fur. Recovering her clothes, well at least her pants. Her top was nowhere to be seen. It seemed they had left it back in the rundown station whenever ago. Unlike most mobian females she felt she had something to hide. Patting herself, finding her gun and other gear was missing. Cursing under her breath. Unknowing of his inner turmoil, all she could think of was getting her stuff back and getting home. If this was what he wanted, so be it. The pay was good, but if she had to deal with an emotionally handicap canine then she could pass. Finding a spare top laying about. It seemed just her size and waiting for her. Odd. A light blue tank that hugged her figure snugly. Rummaging around for a comb, in the middle of brushing out her tangles when he decided to up and leave to fetch the doctor. "Wait, no, I don't need-" She tried to stop him but failed. Watching him go and just about tempted to leave on her own...and so she did. Sneaking out toward the exit while Patch was away. The lynx sat behind his desk, finishing off some paperwork that built into a massive tower. This time around his wore his name tag. Dr. G. Legna. Rubbing the bridge of his muzzle he turned his head toward the door when he heard Patch pass by. Getting to his feet he attempted to catch the coyote before he left. There was the matter of what he had done to his daughter. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 04:58 AM Post #83 |
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The coyote looked at the doctor. "Is there a problem?" He asked tentatively. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 05:14 AM Post #84 |
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'Is there a problem,' he scoffed, Legna shook his head. The good doctor pushed his horned rimmed glasses further up his nose, his lips pulling back to reveal a set of powerful and sharped fangs. What could have been seen as a simple smile was something darker and more viscous. "Oh, no problem. None at all. But I do have an issue." Closing in on the coyote, his ears held high, subconsciously showing every sign of a male ready to attack. "It's just...what a little birdie told me. Do you remember lizard you were pawing at earlier? My daughter. Yeah, it seemed she wasn't much appreciative of what you used to repay her." He closed the distance between himself and the younger male. Despite the age difference the lynx still seemed as fit as if he was within his early years. It was hard to believe for a doctor, but beneath the white coat he was raw muscle. He worked just as hard as any local here. And he fought just as hard to keep to it's morals. "I think she deserves an appropriate thank you and apology." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 6 2010, 07:54 PM Post #85 |
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His gaze never left the doctor. Even he could sense the lynx was a coiled spring, that could, at any moment snap. He was used to this sort of situation with Miles. He did not back down, but he also did not advance. Instead, he observed. He watched the doctor carefully as he moved. He saw that he had been injured. He limped a little on his left leg, near the hip. "Weak spot." Patch thought. Then he saw as the doctor moved closer a greying before his eyes. "Cataract" He noted. He kept a wary eye on the doctor's hands. Things would get tricky if he revealed a syringe or something else. Patch was still armed. If he had to, he would shoot the doctor in cold blood but, he did not want to take a father away from his daughter. "Is that so?" He replied quietly. "Then you should keep her on a tighter leash." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 7 2010, 12:19 AM Post #86 |
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He had no clue who he was dealing with but that didn't stop the Lynx from over stepping his boundaries. His fur bristling. He only stopped when Patch spoke up. Blinking slowly, not bothering to hide his sneer. "How dare you. Get out. Get out now!" Shoving the coyote out of his office. Using full force if he had to. "It's outsiders like you that ruin this world. Leave town now, or I swear I'll have every head after you." Nic had managed to avoid getting stopped by any of the nurses. Finding Patch's bike parked outside the Hospital she decided to wait for him. Around the same time Patch was called into the head doctors office she felt an odd prickle at the back of her neck. Across the way Alley grinned at the weasel, motioning her to follow. Of course...her curiosity got to her. Following after the chameleons. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 7 2010, 02:03 AM Post #87 |
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Patch left the hospital adjusting his jacket with a smirk. He expected to see Nic by the bike, but he was disappointed when he saw she was not there. With a sigh, he looked around. "Probably off getting a drink." He thought. Nevertheless, he knew he wasn't welcome at the hospital. So kicking the bike into gear he rode it out onto the main street. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 7 2010, 02:21 AM Post #88 |
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Wondering off to get a drink would have been smarter to do then follow the blond reptile. Then again she wasn't in her right state of mind. Vanishing behind the white veil she was instantly placed into a trance like state. The scent of opium had her mind going blank, eyes lazily following the girl as she moved to the back of the room. Not even noticing she had taken a seat, before several cards laid out. Hanging her head, rubbing her temples, a pressure building that wasn't there before. Glancing up long enough to watch the younger female flipping a page from a book. There was nothing kind in her gaze nor in the way her lips moved. As Patch drove on the locals would stop to look at him and quickly whisper to their nearest neighbor. The only bad part about such small towns, rumors and secrets spread like wild fire. Dark glances burning into the coyote's back. Since the two girls were on foot Patch would, could have, easily spotted them disappearing into the shack. At least able to catch Nic's lavender fur vanishing behind the white cloth. Alley sighed, as much as she hated herself for doing this she felt it relieved the tension. It wasn't the girls fault, but she couldn't vary well catch Patch so easily. Reading the inscriptions, the air hummed of ancient power. Picking up a card from the table and handing it over to the dazed weasel. Just a moment longer and the hex would be complete. "You'll bring him the best and worst of his pain." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 8 2010, 08:59 PM Post #89 |
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Patch caught a glimpse of purple and with a snarl he skidded the bike taking out the front of the tent. He rushed into the tent seizing Nic by the wrist. "We are leaving.. NOW." He stated firmly. Then, glaring at the chameleon he rushed out of the tent. "Get on! Don't ask questions, just do it." Patch jumped on behind the weasel. Already his gun was drawn, if the girl followed him, he would not hesitate to shoot. At that moment, a cold wind howled through the town. The sky became dark with swirling slate grey clouds. The temperature plummeted, so fast it hurt to breathe. It hurt to see. Ice formed over the buildings and trees. The road became as hammered glass. They came swiftly, their paws pounding through the snow, as they attacked the village. They killed relentlessly. The hospital was first. They cleaned it out, leaving none alive. For some it was a simple task of turning off the machines, for others, they fought too hard. They were reserved a special death. Hands bound they were lead out to the town square along with the others who resisted. Then, methodically, they were executed. The blood began to pool within the dips and crannies of the road, until it froze, yet it continued to flow. The snow was stained crimson, red ice made of congealed blood as bodies fell like dolls before the blade of the soldiers. Patch kicked the bike aside grabbing his pack. He ran into the forest with Nicole. He hid her in the hollow of a tree, pulling branches over them as all around him he heard the pleas and cries for mercy from the captured townsfolk. He listened to them, closing his eyes as he put his hands over Nic's ears, pulling her close to him. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 8 2010, 11:06 PM Post #90 |
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Nic was out cold, the trance was a deep one. Due to Patch's interference Alley was unable to snap the female out of her state properly. Instead the weasel was stuck in her trance, and simply was in a 'off' mode. She didn't struggle, barely moved. Following Patch's commands, she remained still when he covered her ears and didnt seemed fazed when she heard the screaming. Eyes glazed over, an empty expression on her face. it seemed like the screams were never ending. The howling pleas of men, women and children. The innocent and guilty alike were left to be slaughtered by a fate they never saw coming. The doctor fought hard and lasted longer then most. Defending his patients and employee's as best he could. He fell to the tooth and blade of the enemy. His wife fell just the same. Their blood no different them the dozens of other citizens. It was the luck of the breed that kept some of the chameleon's alive longer then their fellow locals. Able to pass by visually, though easily picked up by scent. Some had succumb to the sudden drop in temperature and thus were easier prey. Thankfully Alley was capable and handled well, being both reptilian and mammal kept her from falling comatose. Sneaking out the back of her shack, trying to make a flee to the forest, to find the stronger males that were farming the lands a mile off. There was no telling if she could make it that far. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 12:19 AM Post #91 |
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Patch's heart raced, as he tried to get Nic out of her trance. It was no good. This was possibly the worst thing that could happen. Ever. Now he faced a dilemma. Let her alone, and save his own tail. Or he could risk taking her with him, slowing his retreat down, and possibly losing both her and him to the blade of the invading barbarians. His brow furrowed as he thought about it. Another scream cut off by the gargle of a slit throat brought him to his senses. He pressed himself against the tree, his heart racing and his breath coming out of him in short, ragged huffs. He closed his eyes, saying a prayer, before throwing her arms over his shoulders, and mustering his strength he carried her out of their hiding spot deeper into the forest. They would die of cold, or by the blade of the wolf. Either way, their chances were not good. Yet, he'd rather die fighting than as a coward. He grit his teeth against the bitter cold that stung his eyes and seemed to seep into his fur. He held Nic close to him, wrapping her in his coat as he pushed through the snow. Ahead was the Feral Forest. Perhaps, perhaps they would find help there. The pack of wolves, jackals, and hyenas parted. A tall wolf clad in armor, wearing the scalps of Overlanders and Mobians alike around his waist, walked through inspecting their work. He raised his head and sniffed the air, as his nose wrinkled revealing long white canines, and razor sharp teeth. Golden eyes examined the carnage around him. "Burn it." He growled Torches were lit as the village was set aflame. Everything was destroyed, burned, and left to rot. A grim reminder was set up, the doctor and a few of his peers were weaved onto poles as macrabe scarecrows, their chest split open and their lungs pulled out. Their hearts were cut out and devoured by the necromancer that accompanied the pack. A black sign was placed above the heads of the scarecrows. FEAR TRAITOR OF PAX BRUTAE FEAR ACORN YOU WILL BECOME AS I |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 12:54 AM Post #92 |
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Nic never moved, though her mind was wild with fear. Drugged in a sense, but still able to think clearly. Gods how she wanted to break free, to beg Patch to go back, the last of the screams dying out were driving her crazy. She was no coward, she was a fighter, and she had morals. Children and innocent women were back there, being slaughtered without an ounce of help or hope. Even when she was being carried out by Patch she tried to simply tell him to leave her behind. If he could get away then fine, but she would do what she could to regain herself and go back. There had to be some shred of hope... But there was nothing left. Realization hitting her during their trek. There would be little hope for them at the rate they were going, the sounds of howls so close behind them she was sure she could feel the rancid breath on her neck. Alley ran and ran faster still, her body just a phantom running its course through the forest and fields. She could hear them behind her. Tears streaming down her eyes, feeling the clearing up ahead. There was hope if they could get the strongest of the men back home. When she came upon the field where the farmers and field hands worked. But what she found was a similar fate to her family. They had been caught before the town. The dead faces of her friends, and even family members, were staring up at her. She could have predicted this, could have known... She broke down and sobbed, wailing into her hands. Nic managed to break from the spell, her lips moving, her words barely audible. "Leave me..." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 01:16 AM Post #93 |
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"Never." Patch's voice was strange. The emotions he had repressed through their flight were cracking to the surface. When she spoke to him, it only made it worse. "I mean, I cannot just leave you." He stammered. "We must, we must, regroup... get our bearings... get some sense of where we are. We have to, have to find a plan, a shelter. Got to get heat. Too cold. Got to get food." He was starting to lose it. The full weight of what he witnessed back there, was hitting him. Like a shell shocked soldier reliving the war, he became more and more panicked as they moved on deeper into the Feral Forest. "I have to protect you. I... I cannot leave you. I must not leave you. We have to regroup, get a plan... need a plan." He huffed, still carrying her. The lights in Castle Acorn burned brightly as diplomats and ambassadors from realm sat down to enjoy a feast. Elias sat at the head table surrounded by his family. He raised his goblet to toast the beginning of a new year. "To The Freedom Fighters! To Sonic the Hedgehog, Sally Acorn, NICOLE, Antoine D'Coolette, Bunnie D'Coolette, and Rotor Walrus! Our Gratitude runs deep, for what you have done, on this day, the reign of the Warlord Ivo Robotnik has ended! The people of Mobius thank you, the Kingdom of Acorn thanks you. We are now truly free." He announced raising his goblet to toast the Heros of Mobius. There was a roar of applause and the clinking of goblets as the entire room joined in on the toast. All in one accord as fireworks exploded across the sky over the castle. The crowds outside partied hard as Mina's band started their set. Elias smiled down at his wife and daughter. Perhaps he could do this. However, there was one who was not celebrating. He rolled his wheelchair over to a window away from the crowd, and solemnly cast his eyes to the north. The King's Father, Max, was concerned. Something did not bode well on the wind. He could only hope that his gut feeling was wrong. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 01:44 AM Post #94 |
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Nic could barely understand what Patch was muttering. But now she was starting to come out of her hexed state. Feeling returning to her fingers, her arms and limbs. She could move again. But she was still unsure of how well she could be about on her own two feet. Looping her arms around his neck, holding him tight. Tears rolled down her cheeks, feeling more helpless then she had previously been. This wasn't fair. Anger ripped at her stomach, looking over her shoulder one last time. Soon enough she would be able to pick up the smell of fire, burning flesh in the distance. The town was going up in smoke and there was nothing that could be done but hope for a nice long rain. Eventually they would have to stop. The forest were thick and shielded them from the fire's light in the distance. The cold was becoming too much, and hunger ripped at her stomach. There was no true clearing up ahead. They would come upon a shallow pond and a thin spread of brush that would make for a decent bedding and some form of shielding. She couldn't stay here anymore. Left with what she had on her person at the time of the attack, Alley headed to the only place she could hope for help. For revenge. The Kingdom's capital. Remaining in her camouflaged form to keep out of sight. Wishing she had some form of transportation, walking would take a solid two or tree days walk. And that was none stop. There would be no rest for her. Even as a familiar blue figure watched her from a distance. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 01:55 AM Post #95 |
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Patch staggered to a stop he fell down upon the bush by the shallow pond. He got up as soon as he had set Nic down, and began tearing down limbs from trees to make a lean to. Then, he set about making a fire. He had cleared the ground of snow, then dug a pit with the heel of his boot. Gathering up kindling and then laying larger logs atop it he used his lighter to start a small blaze. Once it started going, he added larger logs to the fire. He then collected moss and bracken for Nic to sleep on. He took out his gun, and disappeared into the woods. Two shots were fired. Patch returned with two pheasants. He proceeded to dress them, removing the feathers, head, legs, and guts. Then taking his dagger out he prepared a stake and lanced the birds onto it before setting the stake upon two other branches to act as a spit. He picked some wild herbs and put them onto the birds and within them. Then he sat by the fire turning the birds until they were throughly cooked. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 02:19 AM Post #96 |
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She wasn't much help to Patch, watching him do all the work and feeling horrible for it. But now she was without her own weapons and gear. Pulling her knees to her chest, head on her knees. Eyes watching him with a distant appeal. There was something wrong. Then again since meeting him nothing seemed right anymore. It was only when she heard the gun shots did she even budge from the spot Patch left her at. Wasn't he being a little too loud? Gunfire in the middle of the woods would seem rather suspicious. But she didn't bother to speak up on it. Eyes focusing on the fire, the fresh blood made her feel sick but the cooking meats made her stomach rumble. It seemed a long while before she said anything. And even then she feared it would be bring some unwanted attention. "I admit...I have seen horrible thin's in my day, but never something..." It was only a flash of what carnage that would come, she had mostly heard the screams. It was enough to leave her with nightmares to come. Glancing back and forth between Patch and the flames. He was more of a monster then she was, perhaps he had seen more, done more. But the silence between them was enough to make her go quiet again. She had to remind herself she was a hardened Mercenary, soulless, empty, emotionless. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 02:46 AM Post #97 |
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He looked at her. His expression seemed distant. Closing his eye with a sigh he returned to turning the spit. The meat was cooking well enough. Soon it was done, and he took the birds off the fire and stuck the stake into the ground to let them cool. He took out another knife from his pack and handed it to her, then he took some moss, and set the bird upon it. "You need to eat." He said quietly. Melted snow would have to suffice for water. He filled his canteen with the clean snow then set it over the fire. The snow warmed to where it was drinkable without freezing them. He offered the canteen to her. Then, he began to eat the other bird. He did not realize how hungry he was until he tasted it. Then he devoured the bird leaving nothing but bones which he buried under the snow. "So you theek I am a monster?" He asked the weasel, his gaze meeting hers. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 03:01 AM Post #98 |
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She did her best to avoid his gaze at first. It hurt to think much less dwell on what had just happened. When he offered her the cooked meat she was tempted to pass on it. Waiting a few moments, her stomach talking for her now and following its orders. Picking up the cooled pheasant, making short work of it as Patch did. Using the fresh fallen snow to clean her hands. Silence was something that continued to hammer down on them both. There was no one to blame for this, no fingers to point at. But there was still something gnawing at the back of her mind... If Patch hadn't found her when he did then perhaps she would have been a victim just like the towns people. Perhaps that was what had been eating at her. When he offered her up the canteen she reached out to grab it, her fingers brushing against his. They were cold, just like hers. His question would catch her off guard, but that didn't mean she didn't see it coming. Her brow furrowed, ears drooping. "We left them. I know it wasn't our problem, but I felt like I owed them somethin'. I dun remember how we got here, I just know I choked. I didn't reaction. That aint me." She swished about the contents of the canteen, wishing she had something to add to it. "It's times like this that make me wonder were has our sanity gone." Taking a sip she handed it back to him. She had enough sleep just mentally exhausted now. "Get some sleep." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 03:37 AM Post #99 |
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He smiled. She was being honest with him. It was a rare moment, and he thought about what she said. Perhaps he was a monster for not feeling guilty about leaving them. Perhaps he should have stayed and fought them. Yet, what would come of that? He was a survivor. He knew when to pick his battles, and when to hold back. In a strange way, he felt he made the right decision. It was a selfish one, but they were alive. He would do his best to keep them alive. At least, until they can rally around and get back to Mobotropolis. He crawled over under the lean to, and lay down his back to the wind, his front to the warmth of the fire. "A stone is not a gem until it is polished. So an individual must go through trials to understand who they really are. Forgive yourself, and learn from this." He said quietly. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2010, 03:56 AM Post #100 |
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She wasn't opening up she was simply just stating the facts. Shuddering against the cold she shifted closer to the fire. Her tail curling around her, staring emptily into the dancing flames. They needed a way to get back home. Whatever home she had. Would the wolves come for them? Should she be afraid, did they need to worry? Why would such a quiet village be attacked so randomly? They were simple people in the middle of nowhere. Nothing seemed amiss to her, then why did so many innocent need to die? There was a big difference between pointing a gun to a temple of a rival dealer and that of a bystander. Her mind reeled with the thoughts that only made her sick, it was becoming harder to keep her food down. Poking at the flames, ear lifting to listen to Patch's words. Glancing over at him, watching how the fire created dancing shadows that made their range along the coyote's body. He had done so much for her in such a sort time, and he had yet to ask anything from her. Well, she did owe him the start posts. He had a home to go back to after all. "Ya look cold." She mentioned idly, moving down onto her hands and knees and crawling over to him. Plopping down in front of him. Head in her arms, staring up at him. There were no blankets, and sharing heat seemed like a good idea, so long as he didnt try anything funny. |
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