Flynn
Rogue Werewolf
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Post by Flynn on Sept 22, 2006 16:05:19 GMT
He could hear the werewolf behind him and refused to take the time to look over his shoulder to see how close it was. He doubted he really wanted to know, so he kept going, his breathing ragged as he stumbled, catching himself quickly and continuing on. The stumble had cost him distance, he was certain it had, but he did not care to know how much. Right now, he just felt the need to keep going and hang onto the foolish shred of hope that he was clinging to.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
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Post by Eli on Sept 30, 2006 17:47:28 GMT
The wolf was right on his heels, but hanging back just enough to revel in the fear that radiated from his prey, so thick and potent that the creature could almost taste it. His taloned paws thundered, bringing him closer and closer, before he let the human creep that little bit further ahead in distance. Sometimes, half the fun was in the chase… dragging it out was almost as good as the capture and kill.
The bestial mind changed track, and with a feral, loud snarl, he poured on the speed. Enough playing. It was time to get down to business. His eyes gleaming madly in the light, he surged forward, his large body supplying enough power with the collision to ram his prey off his feet, before he leapt upon them, digging claws easily into flesh, like a hot knife through butter.
With a hungry snarl, he opened his jaws, preparing to feast…
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Sept 30, 2006 22:40:11 GMT
When the werewolf hit him from behind, Flynn fell forward hard, just managing to get his arm up in order to avoid hitting his face on the ground. His glasses slid off, but what he was far more concerned about was catching his breath, which had been completely knocked out of him, and the fact that he had just gotten tackled by a werewolf.
When the claws sank into his back, Flynn couldn’t stop the scream that broke from him. He couldn’t remember having ever felt pain like that before and he had been through appendicitis. He made no attempt to shift over onto his back, preferring to attempt crawling out of the way. He managed to move forward a little, but it did no good. Daring a glance behind him and up, he saw the beast open it’s jaws and knew that he was already as good as dead.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 2, 2006 0:03:45 GMT
Katrina saw the catch and her blood sang with the hunt - the claws ripping into the human... the pathetic attempts to crawl away... brilliant. Then she saw Eli raise his head to begin to feed... and a thought occured to her. In a lightening move, she took out her dagger and threw it - the blade set to sink into the werewolf's shoulder. A mere distraction, she knew, but enough to get him to stop a moment.
Katrina only needed a moment, because she could see a homeless man at the end of the alley - drunkenly staring at the strange scene. Her mouth curved into a smile - Don't eat him, Eli. He'll be mine.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Oct 2, 2006 1:43:38 GMT
His jaws were close to snapping down near the human’s neck and shoulder when the blade sang through the air. His bestial mind had been too hazed and driven by hunger and the urge for the kill; he hadn’t even sensed the attack coming.
It sank into his meaty shoulder, burying deeply, spurring a roar to tear out of his throat; the deafening sound echoed off the cold, unwelcoming walls around them and rang upward into the sky. Instinctively, he reeled away from the origin of the attack, green eyes blazing murderously. How dare something interrupt his hunt?! He snorted furiously, driven by his temper.
He wanted the kill!
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Post by Katrina on Oct 2, 2006 2:38:05 GMT
Katrina watched as Eli moved from the body with a roar - she swept down the alley, moving fast. Her voice cracked through the air. "Eli." She knew that trying to reason with him was not going to happen - and he was not chained. Katrina was not stupid - she had no wish to get wounded while she reigned in her pet.
Pointing a finger down the alley where the the homeless man still stared, she kept her voice commanding and regal - and her words short and to the point. "Eli. Kill." Killing was what the wolf wanted, and until it did, there would be no controling it. She moved to stand at the head of the human that Eli had been about to kill, holding a second blade up, she looked up to the eyes of the young wolf in challenge and authority. "Go. Kill. Then return to your mistress." The words were heavy, blended with her power, at its full since her feed.
If he chose to disobey, she would know why... but he would pay, both now and later.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Oct 3, 2006 23:40:24 GMT
The sound of his name meant nothing to him; his ears angled back and he lifted his jowls with a snarl. The undead… the filthy scent of the vampire tickled his nostrils, making him want to sneeze, and his eyes blazed.
The word ‘kill’, however, did register. Bestial though he was, his curiosity commanded his head to turn… and his mouth watered. The clueless human down the length of the alley stared like a rabbit caught in the headlights, and Eli’s maw parted hungrily. He ignored the rest of the vampire’s commands, stalking away from the victim of his first attack, and quickly weaving towards the other man.
He realised the beast was coming towards him, and a muffled yell came out of him as he fought to get out of his grubby blankets, trying to flee. The wolf almost laughed, giving chase for only a few moments before pouncing upon his new prey, and slamming him powerfully into the ground. This time, nothing would interrupt his meal…
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Oct 6, 2006 3:05:57 GMT
He felt like his back had been set on fire. That was the only way to describe the pain that seemed to be spreading. Flynn gave a pained groan as he looked up, seeing the werewolf bound towards the homeless man and turned his head away just before the attack. He didn’t want to see that. He was trying to make sense of this; after all, there had to be some sort of logical explanation and a werewolf wasn’t logical. Shaking his head slightly, he pushed himself up with one arm while reaching out to find his glasses with his other hand, grimacing at the pain that seared through his back at the movement.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 6, 2006 5:27:11 GMT
Katrina saw the human moving weakly - she observed his back. It was well scored from Eli's claws, but for the lycanthropy that would soon be flooding through his veins, it was nearly a superficial wound. He was a reasonably handsome type - though not bigger than Eli - he had a reek of professionalism about him... some kind of do-good type. She moved silently and picked up the glasses from where he sought them - moving just out of reach and into his line of sight, she smiled down at him - gathering her power around her. To him, she'd look even taller and more beautiful than she was... and even more terrifying when he realized what she was.
"Did you lose these, pretty boy?"
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Flynn
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Post by Flynn on Oct 6, 2006 5:40:22 GMT
Flynn turned his eyes up to her, blinking as he tried to rid himself of the extra blurriness caused by the pain. Being called ‘pretty boy’ was annoying, but at the moment, he could let that pass. There were far more important things on his mind at the moment. Such as seeing if he could manage to make it to the hospital because he just knew things were bad. Something seemed strange about the woman, but he was assuming that it was because he had just gotten attacked by a massive dog, which was what he had decided the beast had to be. Pushing himself up into a sitting position and unable to hold back the grimace of pain that forced upon him, he found his voice and enough politeness to ask, “May I have them back, please?”
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Post by Katrina on Oct 6, 2006 6:47:23 GMT
"But of course." Katrina handed him his glasses and watched as he moved carefully.
He reached out to take the glasses with a little nod of gratitude. The scene would probably seem insane to an outsider; it seemed insane to him. "Thanks."
"You're very welcome." Katrina stood quietly over him, making no move to leave or move closer.
He slipped the glasses back on and stood slowly, paining shooting through him as he did so. "Thanks for your help and under normal circumstances I might not leave so quickly, but I think the sooner I have this looked at the better."
His words amused her to no end. The pathetic thing was hitting on her. "It's not nearly as bad as you might think. I think perhaps you'd be wiser to come with me."
Flynn gave a shake of his head. "As much as it hurts, I think it's probably worse than I want to imagine it being and in that case, I think the hospital would be a better idea." He could not for the life of him begin to imagine why she might say what she had. It was obviously pretty bad.
Katrina gave a smile, tracing a finger along his jawline, keeping her fangs hidden. "I had a good look - there's really not as much blood as you thought... not nearly. It can't hurt - not a big boy like you...."
Flynn took a step back, taking him out of her reach. This was just too strange for his liking. "Oh, believe me, it hurts plenty."
Katrina put on an artistic pout, her acute hearing picking up the sounds of Eli snapping on bones. He'd finish eventually and she'd have to address him, but for now... "Don't you like me?"
He could not help but raise his eyebrows at that question. "I don't even know you. I don't even know why I'm still standing here talking to you. I should really be going." He was beginning to get exceedingly uncomfortable and there was no doubt in his mind that it was starting to show.
Katrina gave a soft laugh. "You really are charmingly ignorant. So nice to hear someone with a good command of the language." To throw him off a tad - "No one home you could call to give you a ride? Anyone going to miss you - or that you should call?" She reached into her pocket as if reaching for a cell phone, her smile never wavering, and her green eyes fixed on his face.
"No," he said slowly, "there isn't. Not unless my cat can drive a car and hasn't let me in on that little secret yet."
Perfect.. "Well then. Why don't you let me take care of you? Hospitals can be such cold places..." Her tongue stole out to lick her lip slowly - fangs still just out of sight. The smell of blood was intoxicating, but Katrina was firmly in control. This human was going to be hers and playing cat and mouse was her favorite pasttime.
"I appreciate the thought, but I think I'll just deal with the hospital. I don't want to be a burden and, unless you're a doctor, I imagine that's the best place for me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I don't think standing here any longer is really such a good idea." He made to move around here, but saw the creature at the other end and change his mind. He could go back the way he had come and either get a cab or get someone to call an ambulance.
Katrina put an arm on his shoulder, hand barely touching the wound, but her arm straight. "I suppose all the hints I was dropping her too subtle." She brought the hand back to her mouth and licked her fingertip clean. Her fangs flashed in the dim light. "You're not going anywhere, except with me."
This can't be happening, Flynn found himself thinking as his nose wrinkled slightly in disgust at her action. Then there were the fangs, which made him wonder if, just maybe, he needed to talk to a psychatrist while he was at the hospital. It certainly could not hurt anything. "Now that's definitely where you're wrong. I'm going." With that, he turned and headed off in the direction from which he had been coming.
Katrina put her arm out and with very little effort spun him around by the shoulder. "I say you're not, pretty boy. You'll learn that listening to me is a good idea. My dog knows." Her eyes were icy now, and her voice thick with power.
"Well, what you say doesn't really matter," Flynn said as he began to reach the end of his normally long fuse. With the way the night was now going, he felt well with in his rights to lose his temper. Not only that, but she was very seriously beginning to frighten him. He barely noticed that his breathing was rather ragged as he watched her, waiting to see how much of a fight she was really going to put up to keep him from leaving.
Katrina gave a small laugh. "You have no idea how much it does matter. It was what I said that kept my Eli from killing you. He's mine you know. And soon, you'll know what that means."
"Yes, well, thank you for calling off your... whatever that is. I appreciate that, but what I don't appreciate is you holding me up." The tone of his voice was reflecting his shortening temper as each moment passed and, though he tried to keep it under control, that simply was not working at the moment. He wanted out of there and he wanted it immediately. "As to that last bit, I don't think so."
Oh you'll do. "My dear boy, that's where you're wrong. I grow tired of our chat though. I think it's time we put an end to it." She pulled her silver dagger from her pocket and tossed it casually infront of her. "Coming, dear?"
Flynn could not be exactly certain of what sort of look was on his face, but he imagined it was somewhere between 'Lady, you're nuts' and 'Well, this isn't good.' He took a step back, shaking his head, his hair rippling as he did so. "Listen, I work at a police station, so I know people. If you put that thing away and let me walk away right now, this'll all stay right here."
Katrina laughed aloud. "It's never who you know." And with one swift move she closed the space between them, the dagger lightly shifted in her hand so the hilt was in her fist. "Trust me on that one - it is *never* who you know. It's who knows you... and the reputation you leave."
That was actually enough to make Flynn wonder if anyone would actually notice if he was to end up disappearing. Not that that was the plan, but still. He imagined Ms. Davis would wonder, since she was currently watching Mica and knew he would never leave without his cat, but after that, he really could not be sure. Maybe if someone managed to mess up their computer at work. "Yes, well, I have a fairly important job, so I'm sure that someone will wonder if I just suddenly disappear."
"Well. We'll just let them wonder then, won't we." Katrina moved like lightening and the dagger hilt connected with his left temple with a dull thud.
She had moved so quickly that Flynn had not even had the time to realize what was happening, let alone attempt getting out of the way. He made a soft sound of pain as the hilt struck him, but that was the last thing he was aware of; Flynn was unconscious even as he fell.
Co-written, Katrina and Flynn
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Post by Katrina on Oct 6, 2006 6:51:39 GMT
Katrina let him fall, turning her attention down the alley. Walking quickly, she got to Eli. There was nothing left of the homeless man save some of the torso and she gave a soft laugh of approval. Now was going to be the bothersome bit. Eli was deep in the moon, and she needed him back, not this feral animal.
Ah well. Can't be helped. Stepping forward, she took a hold of a hunk of fur and gave a hard yank. "Eli. We're leaving."
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Oct 7, 2006 0:55:04 GMT
The wolf felt a deep grumble of satisfaction in his belly as he dropped one of the last bone fragments, empty of marrow and goodness, to the floor with a hollow sound. He was content to chew on the remains until dawn, if he was left to his business, but apparently, he wasn’t allowed a moment’s peace…
Yanking on his fur got one firm response; he twisted, and roared, savagely, at the vampire, cursing her in his own language for interrupting him again. Stupid creature. Didn’t she realise he could tear her apart, limb from limb? If the wolf wasn’t disgusted by the idea of cold, undead flesh, he would enjoy snapping her bones as he had with the homeless man, and having his fill.
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Post by Katrina on Oct 7, 2006 4:07:57 GMT
Katrina arched an eyebrow as Eli roared in her face. "The dog forgets his master." With a swift movement she brought the dagger up - much the same way that she did with the human, but faster this time. The blow connected on the wolf's gaping mouth and made the lower jaw close into the upper jaw with an abrupt *snap*.
She didn't move, simply looking up at the animal. She spoke again... "Dog, you forget yourself... you will not like it if I have to hurt you now... for it will lead to more later." But her lips curved in a smile. She knew Eli was deep into the wolf... so punishing him later for something he could not control now wasn't fair.
Katrina never claimed to be fair.
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Eli
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Slave
I'm so tired of being here; suppressed by all my childish fears.
Posts: 122
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Post by Eli on Oct 9, 2006 3:00:28 GMT
The blow did not sit well with the scruffy, large wolf. Giving his head a rough shake, he roared again, rearing up fiercely, hackles bristling madly, to instinctively intimidate his opponent with his size… or at least remind the undead creature that he had the mass and muscle to back up his voice.
Her words meant nothing to him. The moon tugged and pulled at him, almost singing to him and giving him silent commands to run wild, and be free and wreak havoc. This… creature, was interfering with that, and the wolf did not like that. At all.
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