|Hush| Little Ones, Mommy's Okay. [Fate/Mephisto]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

"..."
What would be a correct response to her words?
Strange.
Noting her edgy behavior, Mephisto growled, "Relax a bit- you'll drive yourself insane acting like that."
He decided not to mention the fact that his wound- the one that was now shoved into the earth- was still bleeding heavily, and his vision felt a little... off.
Strong as he was, Mephisto was far from immortal. Every wolf had their limits- and being older and wounded already, the terribly accurate blow to his shoulder was began to take its toll.
He fell quiet, the rise and fall of his chest growing less and less defined.

[Sheera]

"Huh? Mephisto!" she gasped, she was off in a minute, sprinting, purposely running through cobwebs, and taking up grasses as she ran. She returned, her body covered in webs, and grasses filling her mouth. She spit the grasses out and pushed them gently onto his wound. She collected webs from her shoulders and pressed them on as well. She collected some from her tail and pressed them on as well.
"Mephisto?" she asked. "Are you alright? Mephisto?" she asked worrisome. "MEPHISTO?!" she demanded.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Tensing as she came close to him, tending to his wounds, Mephisto suddenly felt very awkward in this position. Normally he would've seized this chance to drag her down beside him and force her into submission... but instead he allowed her to help him.
Vexed by his own inaction, he pulled away from her slightly, ears twitching but eyes still closed.
"...you're... not running?"

[Sheera]

"No, silly! Now just stay still, sweetie..." she cooed, as she applied more cobwebs onto his wounds. She licked his ear, and removed the blood-soaked dressings. She added more cobwebs and dashed off, coming back covered in more cobwebs, and with more grass in her mouth. She pressed the grass onto his wounds, and applied the cobwebs on her shoulders, and chest.
"Shh.. shh..." she hushed. "Now, just relaxed, if you tense like that more blood is going to ooz. So stop." she ordered, but softly as if telling a child.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

An involuntary growl rumbled from deep in his throat. Wounded or not, he would not be subjected to such names that a mother would call a pup. He simply would not stand for it.
Opening his mouth to speak- which only amplified the rumbling from his chest- he faltered upon looking at her, and carefully selected different words.
"...I've healed myself... every other time... if you'll permit me... I know my body better." He blinked, wondering why in hell he was asking permission to move.

[Sheera]

Fate growled as well. Her eyes flashed dangerously, and she spoke quickly, with a hint of irritance in her voice. "No, I would ask you to stay still. The blood with rush faster if you move too much. I will heal you."
Her tail lashed once, and she pressed more cobwebs onto his wounds. She was quite gentle towards the wound, for she wanted to give him as least pain as possible.
"Now don't tense.." she reminded. Why would she say something that she said minutes ago, again? Oh.. thats why:
She got up, and walked around to his back, her body curved around his, and she layed her head, above his, on the cool ground. She licked his ear once, and sighed.

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(I dunnno if you saw this or not, but:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGa0Wb62cvI
1:25- my drawing of Mephisto )

His entire body stiffened at her touch.
"...erm..."
Sure, he didn't mind, well, 'messing around' with faes... but when they genuinely touched him he felt a little... uncomfortable. If that was a strong enough word for it, at least.
She's close- I can hear her heart...
It disturbed Mephisto greatly, and his hackles were rising after feeling the warmth of her tongue grace his ear.

[Sheera]

"Relax..." she said gently. She stopped licking his ear, and scooted closer to him, her stomach touching his back. She closed her eyes, and spoke to him. "Isn't this nice? Relaxation..." she sighed.
Nice pickup line. He's bleeding his brains out, and you're making him feel odd with your touch.
She growled lightly at her stupidity.

[[Thats a bad ass picture of him! I love it! (bad ass meaning good, by the way x3) I like the lupus/rhain one too ^^ I wish he was well... then they could mate, and she could have his pups. =p]]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

((lol, thanks- and LOL, what a wonderful wish you have there :)

He had to breathe in deeply to keep himself from snapping in the direction where his fur was being delicately touched. He was on edge now- as if a predator were stalking him.
As if Fate was the predator.
Wow... how awkward.
Without giving a second thought, Mephisto suddenly moved his legs, planting his paws on the ground and trying to bring himself to a stand.

[Sheera]

[[ I know right? ]]

Fate shook her head. "So stubborn aren't you?" she growled playfully. She sighed in defeat. "Fine then," she began to gently push him upward, helping him stand.
I guess he isn't a mushy guy.. she rolled her eyes, and continued to help the wolf to his feet.

[[short =p]]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(("I guess he isn't a mushy guy"
What did you expect?? XD))

Now at a completely stand, a dizzy spell suddenly twisted his vision and he swayed on his paws for a few moments. Then, regaining his balance, he quickly broke away from Fate- eager to escape physical contact with her, despite his sexual yearnings- and limped to one side of the clearing.
He had only intended to put a little distance between them- maybe a foot or two at the least- but now felt an urge to run. Maybe he was used to the adrenaline rush- after all, most of the times he was wounded he had had to avoid capture and race off into the distance before tending to his injuries.
Swallowing a string of blood that hung from his jowls, he tried to organize his thoughts- starting with what the hell he would do next.
Came here to rape her... but that asshole complicated everything.
He winced as he brought his wounded leg down to the earth by accident.
Mental note: kill the asshole.

[Sheera]

[[xD 'Mental note: kill the asshole' rofl]]

Fate sighed, and sat down. She watched him with expressionless eyes, and smirked smuggly a bit as he accidently put his leg down on the earth.
"So..." she said in an odd voice. "...who was that? A friend--" she shook her head; she was dying to ask him. "Why'd you do it? Why didn't you just let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to? Why did you put your life in danger for a stupid fae? There are plenty in these lands, and beyond."

[.Rabid Lycan.]

(( X3 ))

For a moment there, he almost laughed. After all, he of all wolves knew there were plenty of faes to choose from- especially with his strength and reputation. He could basically stroll through the forest and pick out a couple of wives, as if he were shopping.
But the answers the questions provoked were a lot to handle for his fairly perverted view of the world, and he felt a couple words slip out.
"You're not his."
He replayed what he had spoken in his mind half a dozen times before he finally made sense of it.
It wasn't exactly what he had intended to say. ( :

[Sheera]

Fate studied him.
"Ah." she said simply.
After a few seconds she said, "So... you're claiming me?"
It was a bit ruffling, but she liked it, in a sick, twisted way.
Her ear twitched with interest, her eyes flaming passionately.
She seemed like a lovesick adolecense, once she regained some control she thought bluntly,
Damn, I'm gonna go to Hellfire for this. [ ]

[.Rabid Lycan.]

Upon hearing her words, Mephisto found that he couldn't help himself any longer. Turning around with surprising speed for a wounded wolf, the brute closed the gap between them and brushed his fur against her side.
Then, quite abruptly, he lashed out, grabbing the back of her neck with his fangs and holding her fast- but not sinking his teeth in, being careful not to break the skin. He just wanted to hold her completely still in what would normally be considered a threatening stance.