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Post by Tahmores Stian on Oct 1, 2010 13:17:04 GMT -7
Mayfair. The perfect place to find the low-lives and scum who inhabit London. Full of theives, thugs and the poor who can't afford to live anywhere else and why should they want to live somewhere else? In Mayfair they can go about their lives how they please with no worries of the police or government figures coming down on their heads for their actions. Even so the place could do with a bit of a fix-up, for a poor quarter it's still damn pit. Doors and windows are barred to stop anyone from getting in, or from getting out. No person in their right mind would want to come into this kind of neighbourhood without a damn good reason. Now Tahmores doesn't have a very good reason for been in Mayfair, he has come looking for one of the underground fighting rings. He is not one to go seeking out violence to get himself involved in but there are times when Tahmores just needs to let off some energy, get some stress worked out by beating the crap out of another. His only rule is that he will never fight a human or a vampire. Never a human because he could easily kill them, a vampire because the damned creature could bite him.
One of these places isn't hard to find if you know what to look for, the little flyers and graffiti on the walls. The 'bouncer' allows Tahmores in, having seen him at one of these clubs before. The fighting is taking place in a large basement, the floor already stained with a mixture of blood of all three species. The humans, wolves and vampires mostly stay with their own kind, the humans and wolves been the two that are mingling the most.
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Tahmores stands in a small circle, another werewolf in front of him. Both are covered in cuts and bruises, Tahmores sporting a rather nasty gash above his right eye, the blood starting to dry and cake onto the side of his face. The other wolf is a little worse off, been more covered in cuts than Tahmores and has a nice black eye. Grinning Tahmores beckons the man to come at him again which he immediantly does. Tah' steps to one side and aims a hit for the side of the mans head, his fist hitting the man squarely in the jaw with a faint cracking sound and the jaw bone splinters.
The crowd cheers as the wolf Tah' had been set up against yeilds and collapses, spitting blood. The energy of winning and of the general whole atmosphere is amazing, almost as close to the feeling of hunting you can get as a human.
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Post by Greylyn Blair on Oct 1, 2010 20:45:29 GMT -7
She moved through the grass, paws padding softly against the dirt. Greylyn laid low to the ground, ears perked forward as she homed in on her prey.
Muscles worked and tendons stretched as she sprang forward, taking off in a sudden burst of speed fueled by the adrenaline of the hunt.
In a swift jump, she took down the deer, tearing quickly at the artery. She was surprisingly humane when hunting, never wanting the hunted to suffer more than need be.
The white wolf took a few minutes to tear at the meat, trying to be as neat as possible. A sharp pain snapped her out of her reverie of eating. Plunging deeper into the skin, the burning momentarily disappeared before spreading like liquid fire through her veins.
Peripheral vision faded slowly, the forest floor spinning as her body struggled then everything went black....
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The darkness receded and a sole spot of light shone into her holding cell. It was cold and damp and she shivered in the corner. A loud clanging sound made her wince and mentally howl at the migraine that exploded in her head.
Grey looked up as a blotted out the light. The light grew dimmer as the shadow grew closer before the room was completely dark again.
She felt herself being pulled to the ground and a small whimper left her throat. A hard palm pushed against her back, knocking the air from her lungs.
"FIGHT!" The word rang in her ears. Blue eyes snapped open just in time to see a ragged female lunge at her. |
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Oct 4, 2010 3:51:40 GMT -7
Tahmores looks up as he hears the sound of someone starting a fight. There shouldn't be one starting now since Tah and his opponant had only just come out of the ring. He turns around, as his back at been to the ring, to see a barely conscious female in the ring with another. Unless Greylyn can get on her feet very soon she'll be a gonner for sure, hardly a fair fight and Tahmores is not one to let a fight go down is it's not even. "What the hell is going on here!". Though he is not the strongest wolf in the basement there is authority in his voice that makes most of the other competitors stop what they're doing and turn to look at him. If they hadn't thought to be afraid of him before they sure as hell had reason now. Tahmores is pissed. His size alone is enough to make up for the fact that he rarely fights for the hell of it. People see him and just don't even concider that they might have a chance of winning against him. His shout had also made the female who had been set on Greylyn faulter a little which made her trip. Quickly Tahmores walks up to the female and almost throws her to one side, which he could have done if he really wanted to. Next he turns his attention to Greylyn. "This girl is not a fighter, what is she doing here? By the looks of it she was knocked out and just thrown in". Carefully he leans down and picks Greylyn up."I find out who did this and they'll be going a few rounds with me".
He carries Greylyn upstairs and into a bedroom of the house above. "You got yourself into quite a mess down there missy. Can't believe they would do something like that, had to be the vamps". Sighing Tahmores puts her down on the bed. "Now you're just going to stay here until you're rested up, no trying to act all tough by getting up". Tahmores takes a seat on the end of the bed. He is going to stick around to make sure that Greylyn is okay even though he has just met her.
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Post by Greylyn Blair on Oct 4, 2010 19:14:32 GMT -7
Grey felt her body make contact with the wall behind her beside the entrance from where she emerged A few cracks resounded in her body, but the horrible howl that came forth made her forget. Was that her?
She slid to the floor in a crumpled heap. Curling up further, she readied herself for more. No use defending herself if it was going to be over soon.
But the blows didn't come and were instead replaced by angry yelling. Grey shivered as she heard heavy footsteps coming towards her. Was more about to be unleashed against her? Cringing away from the form, but found herself floating, no being held up.
More angry words were spewed next to ear, but the pounding in her head made it near impossible to make out the jumbled growl. Soon she was floating away and up, up, and up.
Now no longer floating, but something soft was under her.
"You got yourself into quite a mess down there missy. Can't believe they would do something like that, had to be the vamps".
Grey's breathing was shallow, but she managed to open one eye and glance at the man before her. His appearance was definitely unexpected. A male, muscular and very dark. She stared at him for a few moments, trying to gather the words to say. It seemed like it took everything for her to form the two words she wanted to speak the most. "Thank you."
It would be a good five or six hours before Grey was able to lift her head, let alone move. The healing process had already began, but seeing the shape she was in, it could be longer. The smaller wolf drifted in between sleep and dreams, sometimes fitful, sometimes still, but she knew that Tah was right by her side. |
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Oct 5, 2010 12:14:04 GMT -7
No doubt his outburst had caused some talk down in the fighting ring, it wasn't every day that one of the fighters actually stood up for another, specially one they didn't even know. Once he has made sure that Greylyn is stable and her wounds are tended to Tahmores leaves her for a few hours to find out who it was that brought her here in the first place. "Michael, can you tell me who brought the young girl in here?". He is in a room beside where Greylyn is with a friend of his. Michael shakes his head. "No I can't tell you who it was, there are quite a few groups who aren't above kidnapping wolves off the streets to put into fights that they are bound to lose. My guess is that she was kidnapped and they were betting on her losing. Then you had to come in acting all heroic and shit and screw up their plans". Tahmores leans back in his chair. "Yeah I did kinda make a scene didn't I, but if I hadn't she would have died".
"Tah you should go check on the girl, it's been a fair amount of time since you brought her up here she might be conscious". Nodding Tahmores stands and goes into the other room where Greylyn is and kneels down beside the bed, touching her shoulder gently to see if she is awake. "Hey? Are you awake kid". A little worried he checks her pulse and breathing rate. Once satisfied that Greylyn is going to be okay Tahmores makes sure that she is comfortable until she wakes up.
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Post by Greylyn Blair on Oct 5, 2010 18:04:29 GMT -7
Grey's wounds were about partially healed by the time Tahmores returned. Time was of no essence in her mind as she retreated further, but eventually began having a few waking moments before waning back into sleep. She went on like this for about two hours, before she started having longer lapses in consciousness.
Everything was very groggy at first, and Grey was very sore, but not in as much pain as what she was. The healing process was still taking place sot hat hurt quite a bit too.
She stared at the cealing for about twenty minutes bfore registering that someone else was in the room. The soft touch to her shoulder and whisper made her think that maybe it was her brother Sterling...or maybe....
But no, the voice was deeper and throaty than the others in her mind. A mumble reply came forth from her lips and tilted her head, or more likely let it fall sideways against the pillow. Foggy sapphire orbs searched his face for any sign of familiarity, but nothing rang a bell.
"Yhat happened?" she grumbled as her jaw was still healing and she was still half-asleep. Even though she didn't know the man, he obviously meant no harm since he was here nursing her back to health. She managed a few more slurred sentences like where was she and who was he? |
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Oct 11, 2010 11:13:18 GMT -7
"You're still healing, going to take a few more hours til you'll be up and ready to do anything, right now pretty much the only thing you can do is lay there. Not to worry kid you've got me looking after you, I may not be a proper doctor or medic but I've got some knowledge of how to look after someone who has been injured". He knows he is talking more to himself than to Greylyn directly, but it might help her stay mostly conscious so that he can tell what her condition is.
"You got thrown into a fight, an unfair fight that I'm disappointed happend but then again these kinds of places aren't exactly known for following the rules. I can tell that you're not meant to be here, you don't look like someone who would be getting involved in the fighting rings. You've got hardly any meat on you, that wolf would have torn you apart with no trouble" Tahmores touches her forehead gently, then touches her neck to feel her heartbeat. "Well you seem to be healing quite nicely, luckily there wasn't any major breaks or injuries to internal organs. I'm not even sure if you're hearing most of what i'm saying, better than just sitting here in silence I guess".
"Name's Tahmores, but just call me Tah. Can you tell me your name kid?".
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Post by Greylyn Blair on Oct 12, 2010 9:20:19 GMT -7
Grey's eyes rolled around, as she searched the room. She appeared to still be rather lucid, either from the pain or from any medication someone might have given her. Because her small size, she had never been able to do very well with medicine.
The rumbling continued in her ear until she tilted her head again. Grey blinked several times, trying to focus on Tah's face. The voice certainly didn't match the massive bulk of a man that stood before her whispering gentle words. He seemed to ramble quite a bit, and she looked back up to stare at the ceiling.
"Well you seem to be healing quite nicely, luckily there wasn't any major breaks or injuries to internal organs. I'm not even sure if you're hearing most of what i'm saying, better than just sitting here in silence I guess".
The pressure against her neck seemed to wake her up a little bit. She twitched slightly, spazzing away from his hand. She gritted her teeth and nipped at his hand with a slight snarl on her face. Grey was not aware if she actually bit him, but if she did, it would not have done any damage as she was too weak to do much of anything.
"Name's Tahmores, but just call me Tah. Can you tell me your name kid?".
Grey opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her eyes slipped closed for a few minutes then flickered back to life. "Tah..." She muttered, as if testing the name. Once again, her eyes closed again, for about five minutes longer this time. When blue orbs opened again, they were more clear, even if half-lidded. "Grey...lyn."
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Oct 13, 2010 11:48:18 GMT -7
Tahmores laughs as Greylyn nips at his fingers as he touches her neck. "Hey now little'un you're not in wolf form just now so you can't go around nipping at people's fingers you'll get yourself locked up or restrained or something so no biting alright". "Greylyn. Right, knowing your name is good. I'm going to leave you in the capable hands of Michael,he's going to look after you for a bit while I go find some clothes for you to get get changed into, the ones you have on are all dirty and wearing cleans clothes always makes me feel better". A medium sized black wolf walks into the room and jumps up onto the bed with Greylyn, his head resting on her legs so he can look at the door. "Jut stay there Michael, if anyone comes in that shouldn't don't hesitate to claw their eyes out". Giving Michael a wave Tah leaves the room to find Greylyn a change of clothes. While he is gone Michael stays on the bed with Greylyn, always looking out of the door. Every now and then he glances at the girl just to make sure she's okay.
About an hour later Tahmores comes back into the room carrying a duffle bag. "Ah good you're both still here, looks like nothing happend. You can stick around if you want Michael"
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