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Post by Cain on Aug 21, 2010 14:20:26 GMT -5
It was supposed to be an average hunting night. Cain never had problems with catching prey, but tonight something had gone horribly wrong.
He spotted the human early on. He stalked, until he felt the time was right. Never in his wildest dreams did Cain imagine that the human would have a knife. As he pounced, the human took a jab, the blade landing right on his chest and sliding down to his belly. The searing pain and the warm blood spread as Cain blindly pounced again, this time pinning the man on the ground. The two struggled for a while, but the fight was over when Cain caught the man by his throat.
By then, there was no desire to eat. His head was swimming as he found his way out of the grounds. Collapsing just outside the gate, the pain finally took over. Cain was shifted to his human form and bumbled into the clothes he had left. There was a cut on his face, extending from above his eye brow and ending at the top of his cheek. The blood dripping from the cut was blinding. He grabbed his shirt and pressed it to his face.
Anger raced through him. There was no way that human could have gotten his hands on a knife. Some inquiries would have to be made as to where the man came from. Someone would be punished.
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Post by Roy Tonè on Aug 21, 2010 16:31:45 GMT -5
I'm through with this.
He took a deep breath, narrowing his eyes. The night had gone smoothly, and would've continued if Sereal hadn't requested for him to flex up in the Hunting Grounds. He craned his neck, and not-too-enthusiastically transformed himself to his Wolf side.
The smell of humans mixed with the odour of the wolves, and a scream sounded not far from where he stood. It was to be expected, but still he cringed at the sound.
Roy growled, his eyes glinting in the darkness. He sprinted through some of the trees, dodging uproots and sharp rocks. The same feeling of power surged through his veins in a flash, and then he couldn't stop.
Not until, he smelled the blood. He slowed his pace, breathing lightly. He sniffed the air, and immediately frowned. Not even second thinking, he ran, towards the Gates.
Damn vile.
He narrowed his eyes as he saw a figure leaning on the wall, and stopped as he recognized him. No Wolf can pass by and not recognize him.
Cain, hurt? At once he was back in his human form, slowly continuing to walk.
"Had a bit of a problem, did we?
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Post by Cain on Aug 22, 2010 14:14:39 GMT -5
It didn't take long for the shirt to get soaked through. Both cuts would need stitches, but the one on his chest was particularly deep. The pain was subsiding a bit, the dull thud of his heart pulsing through his face. He took the shirt away as a figure approached.
"Had a bit of a problem, did we?"
Cain had never seen the man before. But he appreciated how he made the situation light. If there was one thing that Cain didn't want to do, is show any kind of weakness. It was just a scratch. That's all.
"Damn human had a knife."
He pushed his weight against the wall behind him and slowly worked his way to a standing position. The pain came back in a wave, spreading all the way to his toes. He knew he had to get to a hospital, but something in the back of his mind told him not to. Not while this guy was here...
"What's your name?"
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Post by Roy Tonè on Aug 22, 2010 23:39:55 GMT -5
Knife?
Roy frowned, glancing toward the ripped clothing on the ground. It was torn and soaked in blood and dirt, and the stench of the human hung heavily on the air. By the looks of it, Cain had gone through the trouble of making sure the prey wouldn't be recognizable.
No human would ever dare ...
He looked up to Cain's huddled figure, leaning somewhat heavily on the wall. Like ... like he's in deep pain. Roy wrinkled his nose, smell of unfamiliar blood wafting its way to his nose. His eyes widened slightly as blood, warm blood dripped from Cain's front, hidden by his crossed arms. That bad, huh?
It took him a little over a second to realize that he had been asked a question, and immediately curved his lips into a small, apologetic smile. "Roy. Roy Tonè?" He paused, pursing his lips. In all his introductions, he purposely left out his father. Or at least, his surname.
But this was Cain Lawson, one of the most dangerous Wolves ever ... well, known. He had a reputation built around him, and Roy felt that in the eyes of this man ...
"I know who you are, though." He took a step forward slowly, concern read in his eyes. "But perhaps you shouldn't talk as much. Would you like some help?"
OOC: Sorry this is quite crap, I'll have to work on my post from now on ^^"
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Post by Cain on Aug 23, 2010 17:12:25 GMT -5
Roy ... Roy... Roy? Where have I heard that name before?
An eyebrow went up in an attempt to bring some kind of memory to mind. The name was so familiar. But he would bother with it later, there were more important things at hand. Cain could tell that this guy was trying to help. And he seemed so familiar that he trusted him.
"Help. Yeah. Help would be good."
He pushed his back off the wall. The loss of blood was making him dizzy, but he fought it off and remained on his feet. There was no way he was making to a hospital on foot, but he was damn well going to try it. Getting in the back of an ambulance was the last thing he wanted to do. He couldn't afford to make a scene.
"You got a car?"
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Post by Roy Tonè on Aug 24, 2010 3:54:29 GMT -5
Heh. Who doesn't in my family?
Roy quickly put a hand on Cain's back, supporting his weight. To be quite honest, he was lighter than he expected that. That, or he had been doing some serious workout.
This isn't how I'd imagined ending the day...
The smell of the overflowed blood overcame him, and a slight, sharp pang hit him on the back of his mind. His senses all lowered down, and a slight moment of blur shadowed before his eyes. His instincts, fortunately untouched, recovered him quickly, making him blink twice and clenching his jaws.
For a Wolf, he's got quite a lot of tainted blood ...
If there was absolutely one thing he hated about his race, it was Pride.
"Yeah, got my Jaguar parked nearer to the Gate. Had a feeling I had to get a fast runaway but I never imagined ..." Roy trailed off, averting meeting Cain's gaze.
Runaway. It had slipped from his mind to out his mouth, before he could even give time to think. Great ... way to get a Wolf to give you some respect. Nice one, Roy.
As they headed out, there were only a few figures to be seen walking around, the night cloaking the whole area. A few lamplights stood in appointed spots, giving some comfort and slight lightness around the place. They walked slowly towards the parking lot, Roy's hand still supported on Cain's back.
A black Jaguar stood on its four-wheels, still and immobile. Its headlights gleamed, reflecting light from the nearest lamp post. As they neared, he took out his key and pushed the 'unlock' button, opening the trunk to reveal a number of clothing.
"So, you say the human had a knife? Any ideas as to how he could've gotten hold of one?" Roy took out a large band-aid and a towel, offering them to Cain.
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Post by Cain on Aug 27, 2010 20:21:06 GMT -5
Cain shifted some weight to Roy, but not all of it. He wasn't about to let someone carry him to safety. He was so consumed by the mere task of walking that he almost missed what Roy said next.
"Yeah, got my Jaguar parked nearer to the Gate. Had a feeling I had to get a fast runaway but I never imagined ..."
Runaway? Why would he need a fast runaway?
It was a legitimate question, but considering the situation and the fact that Cain remembered a time when he needed a fast runaway, he decided not to comment. The pair continued walking. The streetlights swirled above as they made their way toward the jag. The corner of Cain's mouth turned up in a slight smile. It was a nice car. Something that he could see himself in, but would never actually drive. As Roy unlocked it, he asked a question about that knife.
"All I can think of..." he stopped, trying to formulate a proper hypothesis, "Whoever turned him in didn't check him. I don't know who that was supposed to be, but I will find out." he was seething as he accepted the band-aid and towel. He put the band-aid on his face, hoping he didn't look too disfigured, and wrapped the towel around his midsection.
"I guess I need to go to the hospital to get stitches or something."
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Post by Roy Tonè on Aug 28, 2010 4:26:41 GMT -5
"Yeah, that would probably be for the best. Don't think it would be best to wear the seat belt though." Roy took a final glance at Cain as he busied himself, then turned to shut the trunk door. The sound echoed across the place, making him slightly annoyed at the little twitch from his hand. Why do I feel jumpy all of a sudden?
Knife. It echoed in his head, and he growled in spite of himself. The very thought of silver ...
Cain had the right thought. Whoever had thrown him in the grounds clearly did not make a thorough search. Of course, he couldn't half blame the Wolf either - humans were so weak, it was so easy to regard them without so much as a second glance. But silver was a top priority, and he could sense a double-cross here.
But that would just be unspeakable, and utterly shameful.
A Werewolf would turn on his kind?
He motioned for Cain to get in the car, as he himself pulled the door open and sat himself in. He turned the engine on and closed the door, turning off the CD player. The engine hummed quietly, and took a side glance over to Cain.
"Sorry I can't make this ride more comfortable, but I'll be as fast as I can."
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