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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 2:48:52 GMT -5
Fate cowered and pinned her ears to her head. Tears stung her eyes. She had just noticed the pain that took over her body keeping her crumpled on the ground. She looked up at the wolf with terror in her eyes. Hadn't she had enough pain to last her lifetime? Hadn't she already gone through something she would never forget? Hadn't she already relived her mother's life? Tears streamed down her cheeks and she trembled horribly.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 2:53:30 GMT -5
Athame watched Fate carefully, breathing slightly fast. He wouldn't have a problem disposing of brutes that his master wished dead... but faes?
After a moment's hesitation, he padded forward, and muttered in his wispy voice, "I'm not supposed to do this, but..." He glanced over his shoulder. His master wasn't watching, he could tell.
"...are you alright?"
(he has a soft spot for faes, lol)
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 2:56:04 GMT -5
(Of course he does  ) She stared up with confustion. She would've been dead by now.. if it had been another brute. She tried to form words but all that released from her mouth was a painful whimper. |
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 2:59:29 GMT -5
Athame padded forward, circling Fate. He had no idea how he would move her...
Moving involved putting her on his back, as far as he could figure...
Putting her on his back involved touching her...
I'm going to regret doing this.
He gingerly heaved Fate's body over his shoulders, and staggered downstream.
(...and he's also socially awkward, lolz)
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 3:03:14 GMT -5
((why would he regret it? Does he think fate is to fat?! XD))
Fate let herself be moved. She couldn't even retort.. not by speaking nor by moving. She felt numb and paralyzed. She felt ripped up on the inside and the outside. She felt vulnerable.. like she did each and everyday of her life.. waiting for her father to finally kill her.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 3:09:49 GMT -5
(LOL XD
No: 1) he's supposed to rape and/or kill her for his master
2) he's afraid of touching other wolves XD *socially awkward*)
Athame continued down the side of the waterway, constantly aware that he was touching another wolf...
He supressed an uncomfortable shiver.
At last, he found what he had been searching for. He turned into the woods, finding a hollow tree, the entrance guarded by brambles. The perfect home... and the scent of fox was stale. It was clear that it was abandoned.
Kneeling, Athame let Fate down, gently placing her in the den... and then half stepping/ half jumping back.
Turpin is going to kill me he thought.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 3:13:42 GMT -5
Fate lay in the den to crippled to move. Her leg was in fact broken and her whole body ached in pain. She tired to turn her head towards the brute but as she did pain shot through her. She finally turned her head to him her tears had not halted but slowed.
"Thank.. you," she rasped painfully her voice shooken with terror.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 3:20:19 GMT -5
Athame eyed her blankly. Finally, he began to shake his head.
"Never thank me."
He blinked, and then forced himself to look away. "I'll get water." On his paws in an instant, Athame headed for the stream, tearing moss off a rock on the way. He soaked it, and returned, dropping the saturated moss beside Fate's muzzle and then stepping back.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 3:27:18 GMT -5
She watched him leave then return with the water. She just that moment noticed how thirsty she was.. though she had drank right before... She drank the water thankfully her throat enjoying the cold liquid more thna anything else. She looked at the brute with her light blue gaze.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 3:29:57 GMT -5
The black brute kept glancing at fae, at his paws, and then back. He didn't know what to say or do... it was just awkward.
"...what's your name?" he asked finally, eyes darting to his paws again.
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 3:33:52 GMT -5
"Fate," she said in the same shooken voice. She flicked her tail only to feel a spasm of pain rip through her body. He had broken her tail. Oh no he didn't! That was a new low. She flinched then looked once more to him. "Your name?" she asked painfully.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 3:36:30 GMT -5
(lol-- "oh no he didn't" ) The assassin faltered, staring off into the shadows of the den. After a moment, he managed a soft reply. "My calling is Athamé." |
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 3:40:24 GMT -5
She smiled revealing blood-covered fangs. Blood from who she was not quite sure. She only knew it was from.. her recent.. erm.. experiance. She put her head down still facing the wolf.
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Post by .Rabid Lycan. on Jan 21, 2008 3:43:53 GMT -5
Eyes still diverted, Athame made more futile attempts at conversation.
"Where did you come from? Just wandering?"
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Post by Sheera on Jan 21, 2008 3:45:24 GMT -5
She let out a heaved sigh. "Nowhere really..." her voice less shaken but still raspy. It was true. She was a loner with no home.
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"My name is Percy Jackson, and I am INVINCIBLE!!"
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