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Post by kira on Jan 8, 2010 19:41:01 GMT -7
((It's a shame he won't be a very happy hobo.  )) Frustrated that the wolf had been able to move out of the way of her kick before it made contact, she growled loudly, clenching slightly throbbing, clawed hands. She wanted to just tire this little bitch (which would actually be the proper term in this case, even if Meadhbh did not think of that way) out, but, God, she was too determined. The older were was about to run at her again, planning to just ram her into a wall and knock the wind out of her for good, but clumsy footsteps and the sweet smell of another human reached her. She looked to the end of the hall and seconds later came stumbling a very dirty, clearly tipsy man. "OI! Get outta me 'ouse ya bastards!" Meadhbh grinned widely, no longer caring at all of the younger wolf. This man would be easy prey, maybe not too delicious, as he was obviously just a rotten bum, but wouldn't he be fun to chase? Laughing huskily in spite of herself, she turned toward the hobo, only sparing a glance for the other wolf, who was looking at her playfully now, just as excited to see this 'happy meal'. Half-growling, half-chuckling, Meadhbh waited until the man and turned and fled before dashing after him. The other were, though slightly slower than Meadhbh herself, was just ahead of her and quickly catching up to the bum. When she was only about three feet away from the man, and head and head with the other were, she lunged forward and down with her clawed hands out stretched. Her arms wrapped around the hobo's legs as her head rammed into the back of his knees and he was instantly knocked to the ground, wailing like a banshee. She heard a crack when he landed; he must have taken the impact of the fall on his wrists, breaking them. As Meadhbh started to tear at his back, drawing so much blood and terrified screams, and she wondered if the young were would join in, for she was so hungry she wouldn't care if she had to share this meal. |
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Jan 8, 2010 20:35:35 GMT -7
The smell of another human, a different human, filled the air and made Morrison turn his head around toward it. It was a male, he was filthy and a little drunk. Grinning, he glanced at Meadhbh, who had also noticed the man, and laughed softly at the screaming suddenly around him, so different from the former words that were spoken so confidently and threateningly.
"OI! Get outta me 'ouse ya bastards!"
"Get the fuck outta here you idiot!"
Morrison didn't have to tell this woman that the man wasn't going to get away, he wouldn't even be alive for much longer. He was a tasty little hobo, easy to catch (even if he hadn't been drunk), and he would run, not fight, making him a fun target, until this human before Morrison, fighting to get away. The woman was still determined to help this bum though, and dashed forward at the same time Morrison did.
The two collided and she fell back, hitting her head on the window, while he was able to stand his ground and only needed to lean back a little to keep himself on balance. He moved even closer to her, though she was brandishing her knives at his arms, trying to cut him. He did let one of her blades hit his arm, in the middle of his forearm, and it drew a nice line of blood that seeped through his cut sleeve. "Ouchy," he said quietly, grinning. After that, he let none of the other knives touch him.
"This has been nice but, ... gotta run."
"Not so fast," he chuckled in reply.
His hand shot out as she tried to move away, grabbing her on the shoulder as he used his other arm to smash her arms in and up against her chest, using the rest of his body to press her down into the wall to keep her there. He now took his hand off his shoulder and pried the weapons from her hands, which was easy since he had his gloves on, enabling him to grab the blades.
He moved his hands onto her shoulders now, not threatened by her being able to use her arms now that she was unarmed; she could hit him and smack him and push against as much as she wanted, but she wasn't about to get rid of him with her bare hands. He stared at her for a second, and flexed his jaw as it was starting to ache from grinning so much.
"If I let you go," he told her, grin fading to smile to stop his cheeks and jaw from hurting with glee, "will you stay where you are? Not attack?" He dug the tips of his claws into her skin, deep enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood, and continued. "If you do, I'll have to kill you, if not, I can let you go; my friend will be content with her hobo tonight, she won't care about you." He watched her tired face, still grinning softly, and waited for her reply, wondering if she knew that her life was truly being spared.
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Jan 8, 2010 21:13:41 GMT -7
Nessa did not close her eyes or begin to cry as many other women would do in her positon. Her eyes watched as the man was chased down by the wolves, he was out of sight by the time she knew they would have caught up with him and she merely shook her head slightly. She felt no regret, no lament or saddness for the unknown man; he had been in the way, yet he had also erased two of the wolves from her vicinity. Nessa merely sighed to herself; she'd seen far too much damage to be traumatized by the death of an unknown man.
He was close and although one of her knives grazed his arms, it would be enough to do nothing other than annoy him. That was the bad thing with were's unless there was enough force behind the blow it was nothing, they would shake it off like a fly. The male came closer, she could move back to further as she was pressed against the window. He plucked the knives from her grip; holding her arms against her side and pressing her firmly against the window with his body, his grip made her skin hot, her heartbeat slowly began to accelerate although she tried to keep the momentary flash of fear from her expression. Nessa waited for the kill, although she did not close her eyes as others would have done. Sometimes her confidence was bad for her, yet it could not be helped. His fingers dug into her shoulders, it would bruise in the morning, she breathed in a sharp breath of air but kept her eys glued to his. He would not make her acknowledge the pain.
If I let you go, will you stay where you are? Not attack.
Does this mean he's not going to kill you? You kinda deserve it.
Who's side are you on anyway?
She didn't trust him, not as far as she could throw him. Nessa was all to aware of his body against hers, his hands digging painfully into her shoulders. If she did not comply with this she would die, something that wasn't really on her list of things to do. Her eyes flicked the to corridor where the two female wolves were most likely snacking, to the knives by her feet and back to him. "Fine." The resentment in her voice was obvious. She had promised nothing, but for the moment she would not attack. She could feel where her head had hit the glass, and knew that she was worse for wear. "What do you want?" She hazarded the question, she was not going to die ... yet, so what did he want from her? |
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Jan 8, 2010 22:00:31 GMT -7
Morrison could see that the woman understood she would alright now, even in her frustration and maybe disgust of him. That was good that she wouldn't fight back; he didn't really want to kill her, the playing with her was what he had really enjoyed. "Fine." Just one word, spoken with a twinge of hate and little conviction. But this was good enough for him and he started to release his grip when she spoke again, "What do you want?"
He lifted an eyebrow slightly, claws digging into her shoulders again a little. "Nothing," he replied, smiling softly. "just stay here for a while..." He left it at that and pulled his hands off of her then started down the hall to the stairs. He picked up a discarded knife on his way and looked at it for a bit before stuffing it in his pocket. He wasn't afraid that she was going to use it against him, she knew that would be foolish, he just wanted to keep it as a sort of token or souvenir of that night, which had been very, very interesting.
His mind now partially now turned toward Meadhbh and the other wolf, wondering what they would do with the hobo. He could hear the bum's terrified screams and couldn't help but grin, imagining what was going on with him; one or both of the were's ripping at his neck and his gut, mutilating him a point beyond recognition. The woman he had just let go should be very lucky that the bum's fate had not turned out to be her own, in fact he thought that she should even be thanking him. He had definitely saved her from a gruesome fate.
((A 'meh' worthy post...))
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Jan 9, 2010 5:56:09 GMT -7
As soon as she spoke his hands dug into her shoulders again and she resisted the urge to wince. It seemed that he did not like her talking; but if he had a problem with that then it was of his concern, she would change nothing for a wolf, especially one as repugnant as he was. Nessa felt a craving for coffee, she needed a smoke and she wanted to get out of here. She watched him with a bored gaze as he spoke, her eyes were narrowed coldly. Wait, Here. Had she been able to snarl then that is exactly what she would have done at this moment. Her eyes narrowed further as he turned to walk away and when he bent down to pick up her knife she exhaled - quite audibly - in protest. That was her best knife! Then he walked off, with little concern to the one he'd just left. Big mistake Dog, big mistake.
Quickly, Nessa retrived her remaining knives and shoved them in their various positions. She stared after him for a moment shaking her head. "Like hell i will," her words were spoken out loud and she turned, walking swiftly - then eventually running, the opposite way to which he had gone. She would find a back way out of the castle, there would be more than one entrance to this place. |
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Jan 9, 2010 19:37:06 GMT -7
At reaching the top of the stairs, Morrison stopped to listen to the screams that were slowly growing fainter and slightly gurgled. The sound of the bum's demise caused him to chuckle softly, amused by the thought of the look on his face. But it would be no fun to watch, he was one who found entertainment in breaking people's spirits, not torturing the weak, even if to chase someone like that like. Meadhbh would be occupied for a very long time anyway, so he had time for a detour.
He turned his concentration to the hall and the woman behind him now. She was no longer in the immediate vicinity, her footsteps were starting to fade out the range of his hearing in fact. Humming softly, he turned around then started after her, keeping his footsteps light so that she would not hear him. He stopped humming as soon as he reached the end of the hall where it turned right.
The human was nearing the end of this second hallway now and he cautiously followed after her on silent feet. He kept the the left side of the wall so that if she turned around he could easily slip into one of the many rooms whose doors stood open or partway open. He wasn't exactly afraid that she would see him, he just wanted to find out where she would go and wondered how lost she could get herself in this maze of a castle.
He vaguely wondered how she would react if she saw him. It seemed most likely that she would see his following her as him stalking her, hunting her down, and she would go after him. That would be amusing if she ran at him with her knives out to cut him. He'd have to let her draw more blood if that happened, it was only fair since he seemed to be playing the role of the hunter, playing with his prey that he had already let go. He was just having fun though, curious to see how this human would handle getting away from the three wolves.
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Post by jozi on Jan 9, 2010 20:58:10 GMT -7
Out of the corner of her eyes she could tell Meadhbh catched up, and fast too. Ava gave a sidways grin. Then about seconds before Ava was about to jump, Meadhbh had already. Her full body strength bringing the runnaway duckling down. Ava then reacted by jumping over Meadhbh and landing on the otherside of the fallen man. Meadhbh started tearing at the human, at first Ava's reactions were, how brutal? Oh my goodness, but the she looked down and got a new suggestion, don't start without me! And then Ava grabbed the mans limb and set her paw on his shoulder and gave a heaving tug, which was fallowed by a loud snap.
Ava couldn't stop herself, and Roco who had come back in her mind to tell her to savor the noise. Even though Ava's pure thoughts trembled at the mans wailing, her wherewolf overcome her and she felt the bloodlust coming on. And yet she barley even noticed Meadhbh who was next to her, she didn't even mind. The man's wails shortly stopped and Ava back out of the scene, letting Meadhbh have her room. What the hell are you doing? The yet annoying voice came back to welcome her ever so nicley. Ava licked her chops, What? I already ate, and well Meadhbh hasn't eaten in most likley a long time. Her simple fact came in. So you're just handing this most savory meal over to some bitch who just tried to kill us!? Ava chuckled, her voice making a husky laughter, Yes, yes I did. And do you know I much liked it better when you were gone.... Plus, Meadhbh was being a hog! Her mind teasted the were infront of her.
Ava didn't need to get in this weres way anymore, she couldn't bare to lift a foot...or paw. She then layed down a few feet away, still strongly weary of Meadhbh being protective of her food, she didn't take her eyes off her. Blood was everywhere around the human, and at that moment, she realized it was also on her, much everywhere. Where did the other human go? Ava almost had to wonder, because they wern't here where the big feast was. Ava slowly got up and found the closest hallway, her ears were pricked and even though she had no intentions on finding the human or Morrison, she just realised it had grown strangly quiet. Maybe she could even assist the human in getting out, but that almost seemed like to much work for her, and a big yawn escaped her mouth showing her great canines..
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Post by kira on Jan 9, 2010 21:46:26 GMT -7
Blood was everywhere, and Meadhbh relished in the fact. Her arms, all the way to her elbows, were almost drenched in it, her shirt was equally soaked, and it was splattered all over her face. She barely paid any attention to the young were who was now pulling at the man's arm, she was too engrossed in her own ripping and tearing of his flesh. Only when he fell silent (he must have blacked out) did she spare a glance at the other wolf. She was backing away now, apparently not wanting to get in Meadhbh's way. She shot the girl a thankful grin then started to work on tearing off the bum's shirt and worn jacket.
In the back of mind she wished that she was transformed, as a wolf, but it was too much effort to do so right now and she was content for the moment as she was. The promise of a meal distracted her from such thoughts anyway. She shoved a hand under his chest and flipped him onto his back then shredded his clothes to reveal his so far unmarked chest. It didn't remain that way for more than a second though as she brought a fist down hard against his chest.
The impact of her fist created a satisfying crunching, crack, and blood bubbled out from his partially open mouth. Almost laughing, Meahbh sank her teeth into his now collapsed chest, loving the way his skin was sliced so easily by her sharp canines and pleased that the man had a relatively un-hairy chest. She used her clawed hands to help her get to the 'good stuff', and when she got to the meat she wanted, she dined.
After mere minutes, Meadhbh's stomach was already full to bursting. She'd felt ravenous earlier and had eaten so furiously there had barely been time for her to draw breaths. Now, she fell back from her prey and sat, staring at the dark night lazily and licking her lips. Most of her body was no drenched in the bum's blood and her clothes looked almost black with it. It made her chuckle to wonder what people would think if they saw her like this, though they might assume exactly the right thing.
Sighing contentedly, she rose clumsily to her feet then moved over to the younger were before dropping down beside her. She should have still been upset with the wolf, but she was too full and blissfully sleepy to be so. It was odd that only minutes earlier she had wanted to rip the twerp's throat out and now she would be happy to curl and fall asleep against the wolf. A small grin lit her lips and she looked over at the wolf, seeming just as tired as she was.
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Jan 10, 2010 4:50:57 GMT -7
She ran through the corridors; from here she knew her way quite well, she knew one way out other than the front entrance and windows, she thought that this was going the right way to it. Her footsteps carried her deeper into the castle, the male would have known that she had not remained where she was by now, she had to assume that he would not follow her. After all; they were making a meal of the other human, after all; he had left her alone. She would be very unlikely to remain near three potentially hungry wolves, not for long anyway.
It was obvious that she was getting tired; she'd not slept in two days and she was seriously craving a cigarette. The previous exertion of energy had left her feeling somewhat drained and now, after all this running, she knew she had to escape quickly or risk being found out again. Ness was not one to be quick to admit to weakness, not in front of anyone, or even in her own head but she was not a fool to ignore it when she could see and feel it coming.
Oh yes, you're so noble and wise.
Nobody asked for your opinion.
Quickly she turned down a corridor. It was a dead end, but that was what she was looking for, it was deceptive, one of these rooms held the way out. Breifly she glanced behind her, she thought ... no, she must be imagining things. Nes ran to the fourth door: it was jammed shut. She drew in a deep breath, with her hand still on the door handle, she glanced behind her again; this time she was sure that she saw him. With a startled gasp she threw herself at the door with her shoulder. The impact caused it to burst open. She stumbled inside, slamming the door behind her. There was no need for secrecy now, he knew where she was.
As soon as she walked in the room, she knew she had made a mistake. This was not the way out - it was a private lounge with the couch and termite-ridden dressers still in place. An uncomfortable feeling played in her mind; she had just trapped herself, and the jammed door would not save her. He'd open it easier than she had. Slowly she turned around to face the door, walking back as she did so. Nes did not bother drawing a knife this time. Though she had far from given up. |
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Jan 11, 2010 13:59:51 GMT -7
At first, the woman seemed to know where she was going, like she had toured this castle many times over. There was never a pause, never any doubt in her movement as she ran down one hall then the next, but when she encountered a dead end she slowed, as though unsure. He could hear her breathing clearly now, it was quick and deep, but not labored, though she must be very tired; adrenaline couldn't have carried her all the way back here, so deep into the castle. If she didn't find a way out soon, he wondered if she could keep searching until exhaustion took her over or would she simply collapse, being too lost then?
With such thoughts distracting him, he was a little slow to hide when she turned to glance at him and he was afraid that she may have seen part of his foot or clothing as he slipped around the corner and out of sight. The hall was quite for a few more seconds, excepting her quite breathing, before she let out a heavy grunt and one of the doors was smashed in. He chanced a look around the corner and she was looking in his direction, right at him, their eyes may have even locked for a moment. Nonetheless, he moved back out of sight in case she though that he had just been a hallucination and then she would be paranoid. It was fun to stalk the paranoid; they were jumping.
He knew that she knew that it was him though. Paranoid people were quiet, they tried to be silent, and he could hear her footsteps loud and clear, full of purpose; to get out. There was no escape in the room she had chose though, if there had been she would have ran off, but she would not come back this way, knowing who was waiting for her. She was effectively trapped. He had to wonder if he would attack him, for of course she was going to fight, thinking him a threat. He would just have to great her and see.
Casually, and as slinky as a feline, Morrison made his way toward the human, whistling softly to himself. The cheery sound made the situation more lighthearted for him and put him in a good mood, but this woman would probably find it foreboding. The killer so happy that his prey was now unable to escape him then WHAM, she's on the floor, decapitated, or something. He chuckled in spite of himself, cutting off the whistling. He could do just that, but he wasn't interested in such violence tonight, just the slight thrill of a hunt.
Now in front of the human, standing inside of the room, in the near pitch darkness (at least, it was to her), he grinned. She looked just a little pathetic now, without her knives in hand, no longer with the same energy, but she was still impressive in her bravery. "I did tell you not to move," he said kindly, without any hint of malice, though his sharp teeth still showed through his grin.
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Post by jozi on Jan 11, 2010 15:51:37 GMT -7
Ava could smell fear in the air as she looked though the way that Morrison and Nessa were through. She could faintly hear the soft footsteps and semlls of panik. She knew very well that Morry was just playin, a husky laughter came out of her mouth. Then she looked back to Meadhbh behind her, the wolf had eaten a large portion and very much her fill of the human. Ava was almost tempted to grap the large, cracked femour from the man and lick out the marrow, but to Ava that sounded like too much work at the moment. And it spread through the air, Meadhbh was already sleeping, it was funny how just a few moments ago Ava would hve wanted to take advantage of that, but it seems that just the fact that they were the same had changed everything, or maybe it was something else, but Ava decided she wouldn't mind to let her paranoia-gaurd down and take a rest, right at the entrance of the room.
She layed down and took a deep breath and laid in the path, and to that it was the path to one of the main exits of the castle. Ava decided if that Nessa human decided she wanted to escape this way, it wouldn't be a very safe one. This made Ava grin, poor thing, she'll most likley live, but it will be a most challenging day for her. Roco silently said, and Ava returned with a note for him to be quiet, or more like shut up, I got to work tomarrowm I need my sleep, maybe take a bite before I leave. Yea, well I'm sure you will be disturbed anyways in your sleep, the game is still on for some weres. Yup. And she quickly dozed off, her tired legs, aching chest turning numb while she slept.
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Jan 12, 2010 0:57:13 GMT -7
I wonder what dying will feel like.
Keep wondering then you twat, because we are not going to fucking die.
Her tone held the equivalent of a snarl; she was so sick of the snide voice in her head that did nothing to help any situation. In this particular situation, the patronization of the voice had only made things increasingly worse. It was no wonder that she became annoyed so easily, it was never easy to function when you had a voice in your head contradicting every move that you made. Oh yes, Nessa was crazy, that was something that everyone who'd ever encountered her knew. She answered questions that had not been asked; abused those who had done nothing wrong and it was all because of a little voice in the back of her head. Her mind was fucked up, but there was little that anybody could do to help it.
The whistling, what was he trying to achieve with it? Her arms crossed over her chest and a frown played upon her expression; her shoulders throbbed with the pain that was driving them, she resisted the urge to wince for it would to little good. Nes knew that she had come out of this fight worse for wear, she knew that if it came down to another one he would win within seconds. She had no strength, fear seeped through her veins, and exhaustion claimed her muscles. Nessa was not afraid of the were, so to speak, she was afraid of what he could do in a single effortless movement. Death? She wasn't afraid of dying, she just didn't want to.
Slowly, the door opened. It was dark so she could see little more than the shadow that heralded his appearance and yet even if she had been blind she would have known he was there. Something about wolves always made her spine tingle. Nessa stared at him, her position defensive, a scowl upon her face. He would read the weakness as easily as if it had been written; yet she would never admit to it.
I did tell you not to move.
Nessa gave a short bark of laughter at his words and she raised her head slightly. "And now i must 'face the consequences' really dog, i'm terrified." Nessa was proud of herself, her voice remained smooth and biting, it did not betray any emotions that she may have been feeling at the time. She took a discrete step backwards, watching him closely. "Has the game ended, then? Do you win?" Her scathing tone was obviously mocking, she raised her eyebrows, hoping that he would be able to see her expression better than she could see his. |
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Jan 16, 2010 13:15:22 GMT -7
Morrison was starting to feel a little sorry for the woman. She was very tired, she'd barley gotten her breath back yet, and she was fighting a loosing her battle, at least in her head. There was also no escape; she couldn't get past him and there were no other exits in the room, so death must seem eminent. He only wondered if the angry grimace on her face was a reaction to her own weakness, his determination to not let her go free, or just to her entire situation.
"And now i must 'face the consequences' really dog, I'm terrified."
"Has the game ended, then? Do you win?"
The anger in her voice caused his grin to fade to a soft smile and he gave her a pitying look, as if she were a child who insisted on staying up past her bedtime even though she was falling asleep on her feet. He let silence hang in the air for a moment, listening to her breathing and watching her body shake with frustration. It didn't seem that she noticed herself tremble, though it was very slight. There was no helping it of course, no one could keep their body going at full speed for this long, especially when weighted down with intense emotion.
"You sure seem terrified," he said softly, taking a step forward to stand in the doorway. "You know I've already won; you're not running out of this on your own accord." Her body was tense, ready for action, shaking softly. He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms and pet her head, the poor woman. "I'm not here to hurt you though, lass." he took another step toward her. "You present such a sad sight, I'd be a monster if I took advantage of you."
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Jan 16, 2010 16:41:07 GMT -7
It was like throwing a wolf into a corner, not a good analogy, but it was the only one she could come up with. Normally in this situation she would fight, bitch, scream, anything to get her out of where she was. At this moment she couldn't, she was tired, so tired. Her heart still pounded at an accelerated rate yet she had used up her bodies store of adrenaline, she needed a hit. Screw that. She needed many consecutive hits, that would get her back on her feet. She wouldn't have been able to stand the gloating he would get from having cornered her, in fact she didn't understand why she was still alive, perhaps he just wanted to push her fear to its limits. Fear was unrestrained, it didn't have limits, so he'd be here for a while. The one thing she couldn't stand was the pity that she could see in his eyes, pity directed at her. It was quite plain, and though her eyes were fixed on him, she wanted to draw them away so that she would not be forced to wittness the pity first hand.
His slow advance into the room had her cautious, she tracked his movements. As he stepped forward, she stepped back, so that the distance between them was the same. Her body eventually hit the back of the moth-eaten couch. He had said he wasn't going to hurt her ... should she take his word? What was the word of a dog worth anyway? She leaned against the couch, taking some of the weight off herself. Why can't you just leave me alone? Nessa had the strangest feeling, it was a feeling akin to that of safety, but she did not feel safe in the presence of a dog, she never would. Perhaps it was reassurance, whatever it was, it seemed that it did not belong there.
"Then what do you want?" She fought to keep her voice from shaking, her arms hugged her body, both to fight the shaking and because it was an unconsious defensive gesture. She was confused, if he was not here to kill her, then why had he pursued her through the entire castle. To wear her out? Well congratulations, what now? |
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Post by Morrison Whelan on Jan 16, 2010 20:02:41 GMT -7
The situation was starting to become odd for Morrison. Whenever he had fought a human, they ended up dead, and before they died they'd either fight until they bled to death or pleaded for their life to be spared. And of course he'd never listen to their imploring cries; the feel of flesh under his claws and in his teeth was far too tempting for terrified screams to deter him. This woman, though, he didn't want to kill her. For what seemed like the first time ever, he pitied his prey, well former prey.
The woman was quickly loosing her hardness and threatening exterior. Now as she hugged herself, backed up against the moldy old couch and looking defeated, he couldn't help but imagine that she would start crying any second. That would turn awkward. He wasn't about to comfort her, early he'd been set on killing her, and he doubted she would run if tears were running down her cheeks, but he also could not just leave her, for he was afraid that she would get even more lost in the depths of the castle.
Perhaps he was just being a little sexist in his determining of her emotional strength, but anyone would be hard pressed to keep up a mental wall when fighting for your life. It made him feel a little responsible to not cause her to break down. He could let her go or keep her talking and let down his guard down enough so that he would not seem like so much of a threat.
"Then what do you want?"
"Id like to talk," his accent was fading away, along with his excitement and smile, "but if you'd like to leave, go ahead; I don't want to..." He wanted to say 'make you break down into hysterical sobbing', but he instead said, "...keep you here if you don't want to be here." Morrison moved to the side, away from the door, and put his now clawless hands securely in his pockets.
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