Rayj was still in her human form as she stared at the werewolf who had come out of nowhere. He had caught her off guard, and in the form of a werewolf, he was much, much stronger than her.
Rayj did not answer his question, instead she drove both combat knives into the wrist of the arm that had the monstrous grip around her neck. After twisting the knives around, she ripped them out of his flesh and kicked both legs into his stomach, hoping to pull free from his grip.
Himion arched his back to dodge the slash of the knives then said"oh well, I never liked this knife anyway." and threw the knife directly in to the bark of a tree. "I have...always been better with my hands," this time he said as he turned in to his mostly human but part wolf form and threw the destined off of her (TF is destined right?) and picked her up by the throat talking to her as she was up against the tree in a pained growling sound. "Now, this is obviously someone of a different tribe and we are marked to kill all of these kind so I give you a choice. We can kick his a$$ and then leave eachother alone, or I can dig my claws in a bit further and end your pathetic life. Your choice." He said smiling with his curved fanged teeth.
Nice Planet, We'll Take It!
He growled sourly. This wasn't how he wanted to be found at all. Perhaps pinned under someone's claws, but this was just pathetic. He made a desperate grab for the noose around his ankle, yet the rope only swayed. He found no weakness in the cord. With a frown he made another desperate attempt to free himself by pulling himself up by the rope and the branch.
He could have turned into a werewolf, perhaps used his claws to slice the rope into shreds and fall to the ground. Yet, that would be admitting that he was no longer human. That he was a monster. And that was something he would never do. Willingly anyways...
A voice made him pick his head up. He looked at two girls below him, blushing in slight embarrassment. He shook his head, desperate to free himself by himself. However, as he swung back and forth he only managed to get himself dizzy. Vomit rose in his throat. He shook his locks and stared back at the girl that had spoken. The other seemed quiet, almost shy.
"Yeah. If it isn't too much trouble."
His voice sounded carefree, when in reality it was cautious. This was a werewolf by the smell of her, he still couldn't get used to that new sense. He shook his head, focusing on an ant that seemed very interesting at the moment. Anything to avoid eye-contact with these creatures. The ones he was like. As much as he hated to admit it.
Rayj gritted her teeth as she was slammed against the tree. She listened to the man's offer, then slammed the hilt of her knife into his lower arm, loosening his grip just barely enough for her to wriggle free.
The girl landed crouched, sheathing both blades so that she could rub at her sore neck. She looked up at Himion and glared before changing back to the form of the wolf. This destined wolf would be a problem if they didn't put an end to him first.
Rayj paced menacingly towards the enemy werewolf. As Himion approached the him from the front, Rayj made her way behind him.
It had been a long time since Rayj had hunted in a pack, but she sure hadn't forgotten how to execute a perfect kill. By surrounding the werewolf, they would bring him down in no time.
Asa eyed the girl standing quietly next to her, then turned her attention back to the hanging boy. She watched his pathetic attempts to free himself alone, and they were much more than amusing. It was when he finally asked for her assistance and they met eye to eye that an almost overwhelming feeling filled her empty soul. Not knowing what is was, Asa tried to shake it off quickly and she returned to her icy attitude that she had learned to use.
"Of course. It is never too much trouble, especially for one like yourself."
SHe spoke with a chilling tone added with a hint of sarcasm and maybe even seductiveness. There was something about the boy that seemed insecure as she couldn't seem to get his full attention anymore and Asa was a tad frustrated with that. She wanted to feel what she had felt before, to know what it was. But no matter, no matter, there were more important things at hand. Asa walked to where the rope was knotted, running her fingertip along his jaw line of the boy as she passed.
"No need for a name to do a good deed."
She transformed to her wolf form and gnawed viciously through the thick rope. It eventually snapped, freeing the boy and also sending him headfirst to the ground. Asa changed back to human, and turned to face the other two.
"Much better, hm?"
Deja Vroomier
His head jerked up from the ant. He stared at the girl who had been quiet before, now asking for his name. It was blackmail. What if he didn't want to tell her his name? Would she really leave him there? Then again, it couldn't hurt. These wolves seemed to want to help. However, he knew what they were. They were like him. Monsters... He felt like a little kid, staring at the closet door. The creaking of the door sent shivers up his spine. He hugged his teddy close and stared into the darkness as the door opened wider and wider. But unlike the little kid, the monster was real. It wasn't a sweater or a stuffed animal. And the monster had made him a monster...
Shaking his head, he diverted his attention to the other girl. Once more their eyes met. He felt a shiver run down his spine from the intensity of her gaze, as if he was an unsolved puzzle with a reward on the first person to solve him. She was determined to figure him out and claim her prize. Whatever that was escaped him. His head tilted to the side a bit, making sure to keep eye-contact.
It broke off as she moved. At her touch he found goosebumps crawling along his skin. He didn't know exactly what they were, or why he got them. Perhaps this girl just scared him so much it drew the blood from his flesh? Somehow, this didn't seem possible. Yet, stubborn as he was, he convinced himself that this was the reason.
He listened to her chewing on the rope. Her wolf form startled him. He tried to look away, but his eyes were focused on those razor white teeth. He forgot for a moment that he was not entirely helpless. That in a form he refused to take on, he was just as deadly as the other. However, this brief feeling of helplessness relieved him. At least, he was not something murderous.
Suddenly, the ant that he had been watching seemed much, much closer. He hit the ground with an 'omph', followed by a few curse words. He mumbled them into the dirt before lifting his head. The ant crawled over his hand as if he were just another obstacle and no threat. He frowned at this. He couldn't even scare an ant... How was he supposed to get himself out of this one?
Sitting up, he rubbed his head that had consequently hit the ground. He blinked at the two girls. Suddenly right-side up, their features seemed to make more sense. He rested his eyes on the one that had freed him. He cleared his throat, turning to the other girl.
"Well, since I'm down now. I'm Phayte."
He turned once more to the one that had freed him. Her red flaming hair caught his eye. He felt like all breath was gone from him at seeing how those locks seemed to sway in the moonlight and glow. He shook his head, blinking away the vision and standing up. He brushed himself off, leaning his back against a tree.
"Thanks for getting me down."
Jessie stood striaght again and looked at him. "Nice to meet ya Phayte,"She said giving him a warm smile. She sniffed the air and froqwned. "Im not suppose to....but..."She didn't finish and shot off. "I'll see you sometime again?"She asked not waiting for an answer. She came back to where Himion and the other wolf was. She noticed a new person there that attacked Himion. She jumped on him pushing him into a tree in her human form.
Asa stifled a laugh as the now freed boy hit the ground with a pitiful thump. Her eyes swept across him now that he was standing up right, and she could feel his slight awkwardness. She watched him as he spoke to the other, his voice was calming, a feeling that was rare to her and she didn't understand why she felt that now. Especially with a destined and an obvious lost so close to her. Asa, although always edgy and always on her guard, just plainly couldn't seem to grasp the full idea of what this boy was doing to her, intentionally or otherwise.
Phayte, his name was wrapped in ironies as he introduced himself. Asa stared as he turned back to face her, and his reaction made her thin lips turn upwards in a rather malicious smirk. Phayte seemed relaxed, which was possibly the reason why, although she would never admit that she felt the same as another. She brushed her sweeping bangs out of her eyes and politely introduced herself. Asa ignored the other female as she left Pahyte and her alone, extending her hand towards the boy.
"Oh it was no problem, really. The name's Asa, by the way."
Originally posted by Bear Hug"This," Himion said clawing out the knee of the werewolf and swinging around in to a fighting stance. He reared back and then hurled himself at basil knocking them both to the ground hoping that rayj would come help soon. He couldn't bring down this gorilla of a man by himself.
Basil was in his werewolf form he was breathing constantly.He the ran towards a tree and pulled out the ground.He swung at the two people that surrounded him.He threw down the tree and charged at the boy and swung in a circle by his arm."What are you going to do?"He said as he roared.
I Want A Lover I Don't Have To Love
The girl suddenly disappearing made him feel a bit nervous. His relaxed posture quickly stiffened. He found himself looking around the forest, as if each shadow may come alive and threaten to rip his flesh from his body and spit in the curdled corpse. He shuddered at the thought. Lately, such fantasies of his demise had been more and more gory. He had always found himself attracted to Death, but being this close to Him, hearing His breath in his ear, seeing His face in his once-pleasant dreams. It was all too much.
It took a rather large fishhook of pure will to pull himself out of those dark thoughts. He shook his head, looking back at the girl that stood before him. She had currently introduced herself. Asa.. What a name. It was unique, quite like his but his was rather poor, like a nurse that misspelled his name on the birth certificate.
Glancing down at her hand outstretched to him, he cautiously slid his own around hers. Her touch was so feminine. So... soft. His own was rough - or so he thought - and hard - or so he thought. However, his touch was neither. It was kind, gentle, pure.. He had only stained his hands red once. This wasn't his own doing. But sometimes, he almost wished it had been. There could have been a chance to stop himself...
"Pleasure Asa."
There was still some caution and stiffness behind his movements, as if she wasn't telling him something. He was a Lost. He shouldn't be welcomed this easily. Should he?
Rayj watched as Himion and the werewolf struggled for the upper leg. Himion had the werewolf pinned, but he wouldn't for long if she didn't help.
She charged, slamming into the werewolf's shoulder with amazing force. Rayj clamped her jaws shut around his thick flesh and snarled as she felt her fangs sliding through his muscle like a knife through butter.
Rayj jerked her head from left to right, causing the wound to open and spill fresh blood. Hopefully by now atleast one of his arms would be less of a threat.
He didn't trust her, and she painfully felt his uncomfortableness. It was his instinct, yet her curse. It was still all too new for her. Being marked yet afflicted was and always would be her let down. She could never slip up or others like her would know that maybe she belonged somewhere else. Somewhere without them. She was chosen by the marked because of her ability to easily lure others to her, or so she had been told. Asa knew, and had been told multiple times, that she was being used for the benefit of the better pack, the marked. And she learned quickly to live with her position in the pack as she witnessed a feeding that was far less than pleasant to watch. Asa did not want to end up dead, and the fear of death fueled her, filling her with adrenaline every time she came in contact with a new possible victim. And at first, Asa was quite ecstatic that Phayte just happened to fit the description.
Fool, Asa thought as his hand touched hers. Now. Now was the time to act. Now, or you will never be able to prove yourself again. They'll look down upon you. They'll never respect you. Now, Asa!
She couldn't. In that split second she had to decide to either pull him in, and crush him like she was told and would have worked out so nicely, or to simply just shake his hand. She chose the second choice, and knew in the pit of her stomach that someday her cowardly actions would be punished. But how could she hurt him? His hand, so warm, so delicate. She didn't know what to make of it. The suffocating feeling had come back, just as intense as it was when they had first made eye contact. Asa swallowed hard, swallowing her fears, her doubts, and lack or self confidence. Through all of her fights with herself, she still tried to maintained her icy composure, which was harder than she thought as she noticed her smirk turned into a half-smile.
"It's alright." Her eyes shifted to the ground, unwillingly away from his. "I won't hurt you."