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Post by rhys on Jun 27, 2012 17:51:15 GMT 1
Rhys stumbled as his shackles tripped him on the stairs to the fight cage he was being dragged to. His body was covered in the oils they slicked on him before every fight to keep his opponent from grabbing him. His hands were shackled together as well and he looked at the ground and he navigated the short stairs leading to the hollow platform. He could hear the cheering and jeering from the crowd as the gate creaked open.
As Rhys stepped into the ring he could hear the announcer introduce him as “The Viper” and a hush came over the crowd. “Forget it. I didn’t know it was him.” The half naked man in the ring protested and move to the other door. “Let me out, I forfeit, keep the money. Just fucking let me out.” He demanded. The gate was opened and he was released. Rhys stood in the center of the ring, looking at the floor as his chains were removed.
“Any other takers?” The announcer shouted. The cheering began again with the name Viper being chanted over and over again. Rhys hated that, his last name was Vipere, not Viper… He barely listened to the crowd or the announcer. All he needed was to hear the bell to know it was time to fight and since there was no opponent, he had a moment to rest. He just looked at the floor until he caught a scent. It was familiar…it was…Lycan. His head jerked up and his eyes darted around. Desperately he searched for something familiar. Suddenly he was hit from behind. “Time to fight! Get ready.” The Cagemaster was glaring at him. He looked up to see a big man with no hair and fingers like daggers grinning at him. Rhys knew this was going to be painful and the next week or so would be agonizing if those things were as sharp as they looked. He sighed and readied himself for battle.
The bell went off and the man moved, quick as lightning. He was fast but Rhys was faster. He spun to the side and laid a powerful blow between the man's shoulder blades as he went by. The man slammed into the cage on the other side then turned growling in surprise. Rhys readied himself for another attack. The man lunged at him again. Rhys moved once more and laid another blow on the small of his back. The man's arms flailed and one blade sliced Rhys's arm deeply and another flew up and hit his cheekbone but he ignored the streams of blood that spewed from the wounds.
One final lunge and Rhys dropped to the ground, kicking the man's feet out from under him. He sprawled onto the floor and lay still. Moments later a pool of blood seeped out from under the man from his blades stabbing his own chest when he fell on them.
Rhys stood there panting and caught the scent again, closer. He looked out into the crowd, looking for a sign of Lycan's. "I am Rhys Vipere of the New York pack!" he shouted, "I seek rescue and refuge! My brothers! Save me!" he was hit in the back of the head sharply. Everything began to go black as he was shackled and dragged out of the cage as someone mercilessly beat on him. When he woke, he was in a cage of his own, alone.
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jun 27, 2012 19:11:11 GMT 1
Stories of cage fighting had reached the catacombs. It was not something any of the pack was going to tolerate within the city. Last thing they needed was for the vamps to get any further ideas. They were already hunted relentlessly. A few members were tasked with trying to locate the matches and do a little recon. Everyone that went out for hunting was to keep an ear to the ground and a nose to the wind.
She had been out of the tunnels only a few moments when the scent of multiple sweaty bodies reached her. It made her nose curl. Humans were such stupid beings. Only good for a meal and maybe some entertainment. It was fun when they ran. Pulling her hoodie tight around her she kept the shadows following the scent. It was getting stronger and the musk of a male lycan.
Dels paused as a shiver slid down her spine. Her body trembled slightly and she breathed in deeper. No. It could not be. Every nerve kicked over into overdrive. He had not met up with the group that decided to leave New York. She had cried for days into the journey. Heartbroken that he chose to stay. They had pledged love to one another under the pale light of a moonlit sky. His kiss was her first. The one that she clung to in the dark when lonely.
Shaking she had to move. It would not do to be caught by the VSF. Moving swifter now her desire to gain answers driving her forward. A large warehouse with dim lights came into view and the scents of unwashed bodies grew stronger. Mutant, human alike were gathered here. It was like breathing in acid. Underlying that was the scent of someone so familiar to her she wanted to weep.
Their attention was drawn to the cage in the center of the room. There was a man calling all the others attention to a viper. It was then that she caught a brief glimpse of a huge male. His head was bowed low so that she could not see his face. In an instant his head whipped up, and his eyes searched the crowd. Dels kept behind a larger mutant he did not seem to notice that she was even behind him. His jeering slurs for Kill him, made her furious. If she was not alone she would show fat man just what a lycan could do with all that juicy meat. Fat over stuffed pig.
Shifting along the very edges of the crowd she murmured few words to those that spoke to her. Keeping her replies low enough. They did not seem to even question her presence. There were several females at the fight, what was one more.
The bell rang and she watched in horrified fascination. It was quick. Their speeds almost evenly matched. She winced as the mans face was sliced open. In that moment the scent of his blood hit her as if a huge truck plowed through her chest. Her breath left her in a gasp.
"Whats a matter chicky never see a man get his ass beat?" A guttersnipe asked his fist full of credits clenched tight.
Her fists clenched so tight her knuckles popped. It was all she could do not to shift and rip the wretches throat out where he stood. That would not do here. She was vastly out numbered. Hell if her Alpha found out she had been here he would probably lay a few welts of his own across her ass.
She never got to reply to him. Rhys spoke out from the ring calling for aid. A large bald man struck him in the back of the head and he went down. She snarled then low and menacing. The guttersnipe spun around, but she was already off and moving swiftly as she could.
Dels would not let Rhys suffer another moment of this fate. It was an exercise in patients she did not know she had. Waiting for a clear moment after tracking down where they had hidden him. They spilled his blood and they were going to pay.
Only one human stood among her and a row of cages. She only had eyes for one. Letting her hood drop her golden hair spilled out and down her back. Bitting her lips to redden them up she walked towards him, as if she belonged there.
"What the hell are you doing back here? No one is allowed." He said to her and shifted. She could smell his arousal and gave him a sultry look.
"Now why ever would I do that.. would you care to look at my ass perhaps? I just wanted to see the viper.. all those rippling muscles. Makes a girl weak at the knees all that power." She told him moving closer till she was almost toe to toe.
"He aint nothing but a mongrel. I will show you a real man." He sneered and grabbed for her.
Dels was quicker. She slid up close under the mans reach and snapped his neck with one squeeze. "As if human." Letting him down she rushed the cage that held Rhys. Shit keys she needed keys.
The guard had them clipped to a loop and she ripped them from him. Jamming them in one at a time till she could open the cage. Her eyes were wet with tears. How had this come to pass why the hell was he a fighter like this. She hurried, frantically trying to undo his fetters.
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Post by rhys on Jun 27, 2012 20:11:04 GMT 1
Rhys lay there for what seemed like forever. His eye was swollen shut but healing fast and the bruises on his ribs were fading. The cut on his cheek bone and arm were just as he had worried, the man had thought to dip his daggers in silver nitrate. They would take days to heal, maybe even weeks since he was not afforded the luxury of medical care that would clean the substance from his wound.
The dark stillness was only broken by the human guard who decided to take a leak on his bars. He was too tired and aching to bother retaliating. The man laughed before moving away. Rhys clung to the hope that the Lycan or Lycan’s in the crowd had heard him and that they were coming. He was so hungry and weakened by the fight. He only got to eat human flesh when it was the full moon and he fought humans in his Lycan form. He had no idea when the next full moon would be.
Then he heard voices. One was the voice of the human guard, the other was a sweet musical voice that stirred something deep inside him. He could not explain it. She was flirting with the guard so she couldn’t be who his heart was trying to tell him she was. But who…who was it trying to tell him it was?
Suddenly he heard bones snap and something hit the floor with a thud. He heard footsteps and tried to see through his swollen eye but it had not yet healed enough. Then the footfalls ran away. He sighed, it must not have been what he thought it was. When he heard the jingling of keys, he thought it must be the Cagemaster coming to punish him. He turned his head more, trying to see with his better eye but it was caked with dirt from the bloody mud that smeared his face from the cage floor. He saw the image of a woman with long blonde hair. He remembered how Dels had such beautiful hair. He used to run his fingers through it just to feel the silken strands caress his skin.
Suddenly delicate yet strong hands were trying to undo his shackles and he smelled her. “De…” he choked the word and coughed, “Dels…how did you find me?” he croaked. Never in a million years would he have thought she would be his rescuer. He held his shackled wrists up so she could get the key into them. Why was she rescuing him? Didn’t she hate him for not showing up? Maybe she knew he had been kidnapped and imprisoned. Still, he felt like it was his fault. He should have been more careful. “I’m sorry Dels…I’m so, so sorry. I tried…they took me.” He tried to explain. He found her, now he wanted to make sure she understood before he lost her again.
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jun 27, 2012 20:46:27 GMT 1
Her fingers fumbled in her haste. He was so still at first when she knelt down to undo the locks. It didn't matter to her, the where's or how's of anything now. Only that she found him. She wasn't leaving him to this life. He needed her and the pack. No lycan deserved to be chained. Bristling at the thought she looked down startled as he spoke. His voice was raw sounding. It tore at her heart and she growled. How dare they do this to him.
"Shhhh.. " she soothed touched his face in a feather light caress. His swollen eye looked ghastly. He wasn't healing very fast either. That meant he hadn't been eating well either. More info she took in the angrier she became. She made short work of his wrist shackles and removed them careful not to hurl them against the cage like she wanted to.
His words had the effect of a whip cracking across her chest. Pain bloomed from within and she pulled him up gently. "I've got you now. No one is gonna take you again." She told him. Her voice tight with emotions. If she did not get out here with him soon she was going to shift and have a feast. She found him, and she was keeping him. Her head tilted and the sounds of foot falls echoed in the distance.
Time to move. "Rhys. We gotta move quick now."
Dels moved so that one arm of his was over her shoulder and she could support his weight if he couldn't move to fast. She didn't know the full extent of his injuries, his face seemed to have taken the worst of it. There was a hint of silver mingled in with the smell of his blood. That was not a good sign.
Careful of him she moved them out of the cage and along the back wall. Fresh air currents trickled along here so there must be a door. Only a few steps further and she found it. With her free hand she felt along for the knob and twisted it so hard the whole of it popped off and the catch fell out with a metallic ping. Glancing back with a swallow she hurried them out into the fresh night air.
"The sewers are only a few feet further. It will be safe once we're down there." She told him great full that she had learned the tunnels well enough to know where they crossed. He was so much bigger then she remembered. His body a mass of rip corded muscle. The best part though was that with his arm around her everything clicked into place. They were together now and she was not going to let anything happen to him. They would have time to talk once down in the tunnels.
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Post by rhys on Jun 28, 2012 0:50:27 GMT 1
Rys grunted in pain when she helped him up but he knew he needed to go now or he would be captured again and so would Dels. That was not going to happen, ever. He tried not to lean on her too much but she was so much more formidable than he remembered, taller, stronger. He clung to her shoulders but forced most of his weight into his legs. He was powerful but weakened greatly by the silver.
She seemed to know where they were going so he followed. The fresh night air hit him like a train. It was glorious. How long had it been since he took a breath of the night air without the taint of humans and mutants alike? He didn’t remember. He took a deep breath and it seemed to strengthen him, or maybe it was the moon, shining bright in the sky. “Oh, the moon. Its…” he could not finish his sentence. It was taking all his strength to move one foot in front of the other.
When they stopped at a sewer entrance, he fell to his knees and waited for her to open it. He watched as she lifted the heavy gateway with ease. He thought he heard shouting nearby and nearly fell into the entrance, trying to get out of sight. He grunted again as he lay in a heap and struggled to get up. “Sorry.” He mumbled as he pulled himself back to his feet and draped his arm around her again. “Where now?” he asked croaked and swallowed hard against his dry throat.
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jun 28, 2012 1:26:17 GMT 1
Dels couldn't help herself but took a few deep breaths just to breath him in. He was real. He had been taken, captured. It took all of her not to just give in and hold him tightly against her and never let go. His deep breath brought a smile to her face. She knew what freedom smelled like too. Following his gaze upwards she smiled softly. It was just like so many years ago. Them together under it's light. They'd come full circle back to one another.
It didn't take a moment to move the grate. They kept several lose enough that the pack could slip in and out with ease. His grunt of pain had her worried. She moved to the grate, pulling it back into place with nary a whisper of sound. She shook her head at him. "Your safe now, I promise. The lair. I'm going to take you to the lair." She told him as they resumed their position. Dels worried that he would not make it. He seemed to be getting slower, weakening. "Rhys? Your going to be alright. I.. never thought to.. see you" she told him, needing to talk now that they were underground and safe enough. The scuffle of searching was getting fainter and fainter as they kept going slowly. Stupid humans. None of them would think to look under their very feet.
"We have to go down a few more levels. There's some water up ahead though. We can wash you off and see how bad these wounds are. I can smell the silver. It will leave a scar if we don't flush it out. Might be someone who will be able to patch you up. " She prattled on. One arm around him the other against his chest. She could feel his heart beat. Strong. He was always strong. She could be strong for him now. Needed to be. She'd found him. Lukias was gonna be ticked she did it by herself perhaps. But, she would deal later. Dels could not leave Rhys there. She honestly didn't think she could have left anyone there but him especially.
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Post by rhys on Jun 28, 2012 19:37:10 GMT 1
Rhys knew he needed to keep moving but for once in his life, he felt safe and he felt free. He could not believe that he was with Dels, the only woman he ever loved or ever would love. Every second he felt her skin against his, the more whole he felt. “For so long, Dels.” He murmured, “I have been half of what I should be.” He trailed off as his initial surge of adrenaline wore off and his knees began to buckle. The silver coursing through his system was getting to be too much. He stumbled and let his arm slip from her shoulders to put his hands out as he fell.
“I’m sorry…the silver.” He leaned on the wall of the tunnel and panted softly, “I just need…” he began then grunted, doubling over in pain. Every bone and ever muscle in his body hurt. In the cage, he would have been left for weeks, writhing in pain to teach him a lesson. Now, he didn’t know what to do. He tried to push himself up with the help of the wall and slipped down to his knees again. He needed to keep moving but he just couldn’t. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” He reached for her hand, folded his hand around it and pulled it to his cheek. “My sweet Dels.” He murmured.
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Post by casimiryates on Jun 28, 2012 20:12:54 GMT 1
Casimir had been out gathering for the pack. Items that he needed to help expand and repair the lair. It felt good to have something to do with his time and be useful. The metallic scent of blood wafted through the tunnels. It was a mingle and called to him. Lycan blood. Worry consumed him. He had asked for Ravyn's help to gather somethings, they could use. She was supposed to meet him now. Glancing around he started to turn looking and searching for the exactly way it would lead to that smell.
His head tilted back as he lifted his nose further to the air. Deep inhales of breath causing the muscle and expanse of his chest to glint where they peeked from beneath the white tank top he had worn. Setting down his supplies he moved quickly down one tunnel after another tracking the scent.
"Rayvn?" Casimir called out for her. The sound of a howl of distress ripping through the tunnels. It was a female, and that had his breath hitch briefly. He was still learning the pack members sounds so he wasn't sure which female it was but female is all that mattered. They were important to the pack just like the children.
Casimir ran down the tunnel now following the scent and echo of the howl. His previous mission forgot as he hurried up through the tunnels. Finally stumbling into the area with Delsnora and her companion. In a growling protective stance. Blinking when he realized there was no one there but Dels and her injured companion. "Delsnora? Are You alright?" moving forward curiously now as he realized who the female was.
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jun 28, 2012 20:47:11 GMT 1
He was struggling, His words murmured against her made her want to hold on that much tighter. She had so many questions about what happen. Things to tell him about the others she'd left with. She could not believe that after all this while thinking he was gone when New York fell that he was alive. Here now. She tried to keep him from falling but he sank down. Even as strong as she was and now well fed she could not keep him up.
"Its alright. I'll get help. Just hang on little longer Rhys, please. Hang on for me." She told him and threw back her head letting an howl of distress loose. It echoed down the tunnels calling to those of the pack for aid. It would come. She looked back down and tried to arrange him so he was comfortable. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze as he held it up to his cheek. "Always yours." She told him and leaned in to give him a lite kiss. Just a feather of a touch of her lips on his. She did not want to cause him any more pain but needed to kiss him just once. Frowning she moved her hand only to pull off her hoodie. Quickly she folded it up and tucked it under his head. Dels did not want him to lay on the bare floor. "This is a good pack here." She added wanting to reassure him. Their old Alpha was decent enough, but Lukias was much better. Stronger and more stable too.
Movement had her raise her head and shift her position to one that could easily defend him if need be. She scented him before she saw him and gave a half nod. He was another new comer to the pack, not as young as Hall was. He'd taken a shining to one the younger females. Dels could never get them all straight the bird one. His cautious movements had her relax just slightly. "I need help. He has been cut up with something silver. It's in his system." She told Casimir her voice cracking slightly.
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Post by Hall on Jun 28, 2012 21:46:22 GMT 1
Hall had been out 'exploring', well that was his excuse anyway for wandering off through the tunnels alone. Whilst it was true that he still needed to familiarise himself better with the layout of the tunnels, the whole bustle of the lycan lair still quickly got to be too much for him when he had to deal with the rest of the pack. Hall preferred his own company when there was nothing that needed to be handled mob handed. Besides, he grinned to himself, he got far too easily distracted around some of the other lycans, not that most of them seemed to mind too much. It was Lukias himself however who was never far from Hall's thoughts.
He paused at another intersection, trying to recall exactly which way he was heading and which way was back. He was starting to think he had taken a wrong turn somewhere because there was a pretty bad smell lingering around here and given the usual smells that was saying a lot. He hadn't the knack of filtering through the scents yet, sex and blood were about all he could reliably identify, but even then he couldn't draw any more information from it. Vampires maybe? Dels had said they smelled pretty rancid, but if it was then he was in some serious trouble out here on his own.
He turned around slowly but still couldn't figure which direction the smell was coming from. However he could hear movement off through the tunnels then a sudden howl and pounding feet. His eyes widened in surprise. Was that Dels he heard? He had become fairly familiar with her whilst she had been showing him the ropes and he guessed that the howl probably had some specific meaning but he was damned if he knew what exactly. “Help!” was always a pretty good guess though. He picked a turn that would take him towards the noise, the vexing odour dismissed, and picked up his pace some as he moved forward.
He was arrogant but not foolhardy and he kept himself as near silent as possible as he approached, knowing that Dels would scent his presence however otherwise stealthy he was. When he heard her panicked voice he moved up into view. “Silver's like poison right?” he asked as he took in the the sight of the other two male lycans only one of which he vaguely recalled seeing before. “You need to tie off the circulation and wash the cut out.” His eyes roamed more over the male on the floor who injured though he was had begun a stirring in Hall's pants. His lips curled in a smile, “You need a hand?”
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Post by ravyntwyla on Jun 29, 2012 2:41:21 GMT 1
She was so flipping pissed. Her siblings drover her up a tunnel wall some days. It did not take her long to slip into a decent top and try and tame the mane of hair that was on her head. So she wasn't a fussy gal who primped and simpered for hours in front of a mirror, her twin sister got all those gene's in spades even. She was supposed to meet Casimir like a half an hour ago.
Ravyn was running by the time she hit the outer tunnels trying to get to where they agreed to meet. The sound of a females howl's echoed down the tunnel, she came to a sudden stop and scented relying on instincts. Everything seemed alright. Nothing was lurking in the tunnels to raise a major alarm howl. She took off once more heading up and across a narrow span of rusted tracks.
She'd explain to Casimir later if she saw him. It only took a few moments to sniff out where the trouble was. She caught Del's scent as well as three males one of them her Casimir.. well now this was a party, maybe. Something else stirred in the air currents and it caused her nose to crinkle. Blood tainted with silver. That was gonna leave a mark. She chuffed at the group to make her presents known.
It wasn't till she was right up on them that she saw the injured male. He wasn't pack but, given the way Dels was protecting him. He was known at least to the other female. Her lips quirked slightly, as she placed a hand on Casimir's shoulder. "Sorry." She whispered to him.
She glanced over recognizing Hall and shook her head. He was becoming something of a pack legend the way he was plowing through the ranks. Not that anyone was complaining, yet. Her brothers had already had a few idea's she mistakenly over heard. Prime piece of ass and all. She thought he was handsome. Not her particular flavor though.
Hall offered up what was needed to treat the wounds and she nodded. Lycan's natural healing abilities would quickly heal and if the poision was trapped within it could be fatal.
"He needs to be moved back to the lair. Dels you got to let them pick him up they will be quicker." Ravyn added. Hoping that the woman would consent to letting the males take the injured lycan.
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Post by rhys on Jun 29, 2012 9:26:45 GMT 1
Rhys knew he was in trouble if he stayed there and he knew Dels wouldn't leave him. But he felt that she needed to. He was about to tell her to leave him when she let out the howl. He was so proud that she had gone through the lunar ceremony. That meant there would be nothing, barring his survival from this ordeal, that would keep him from mating her. It filled him with more strength to know if he survived, she would be his forever.
It wasn't long before a male showed up and he instinctually cowered for just a moment but then instinct to protect his mate kicked in. He gripped Dels hand tighter and an involuntary snarl escaped him, his lip curing up menacingly. Not that he could do anything to protect her. The exchange between the two calmed him. They knew each other. They must be from the same pack. He let himself calm down and relax, maybe he was here to help. Suddenly another male was there. He instantly didn't like him. There was just something about him that irritated him automatically. The comment about silver struck a raw nerve and he turned his head to glare at him. His natural personality came out when he muttered, "Thank you Captain Obvious."
Then the third arrived, a female. He spared her a glance as she suggested that the other males carry him. Testosterone induced stubbornness inspired him to make an attempt to stand. "I can..." he grunted, "Make it my...self." his knees wouldn't hold him and he slipped to the ground again, "Or not." he muttered. He looked at Dels, feeling less than a man, "I'm sorry, I shame you." he whispered. If he could only get the silver out of his wounds, he would heal and be strong in no time. As long as it stayed in there, he would get weaker and weaker.
((permission to manhandle now))
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jun 29, 2012 12:39:21 GMT 1
Two more members of the pack showed up and she let out a little sigh of relief. The two males would be able to carry him. Far better then she could have herself. She was strong enough but her own arm would give out. She could not help the snarl that came out of her as Hall offered his advice. He reeked suddenly of arousal and Rhys was her's. Her eyes narrowed on him. "Not for you." She ground out, as she looked directly at him.
Rhys tried to get up and she was right there offering support and he just could not do it. His words caused her to shake her head softly. "Never could you shame me. Your wounded, grievously so. There is no shame in that." She told him as her hand touched his face gently. Some of the bruising was fading but the cuts remained raw and ozing. This was not helping him. They needed to get him out of the tunnels, like now.
Turning to the other to male's she noticed Ravyn and gave the girl a nod. She was usually a quiet thing unless around those she trusted. At least that is what Dels had observed.
"If you hurt him any more then he is I'll rip you both to shreds" she stated to Casimir and Hall. Very matter of fact make no bones about it. She would give in and take there help but if they caused Rhys to so much as whimper she'd shift in a heart beat. Dels moved a little from Rhys's side so that the other two could pick him up but, she watched them cautiously.
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Post by casimiryates on Jun 29, 2012 17:13:21 GMT 1
When it came to wolf smarts, Casimir still struggled with something's. He had never known the one who turned him and the few he met in the wastes were either. Already infected and needed to be put down, or he avoided them and they him He knew of silver, but he worried about the guy all the same Seeing the way, Dels was so close to him, he could put two and two together to get four. YAY he could add. Glancing to the snarling male, he restrained the urge to growl back at him and instead roped in his emotions and instinct, which gave him a little strain. Feeling the touch of Ravyn's hand upon his shoulder and he instantly calmed. A brush from his hand slipped to her lower back, and the briefest of quick movements allowed his fingers to dip below her shirt skirting over the flesh reassuring him. She was real. It was what he needed, for the moment. Glancing to Hall, he nodded. " We need to contain the sliver but as Rayvn said we need to get him back to the Lair. Dels..." he stepped forward only one step and waited.
Glancing over at Hall as he seemed to exude arousal Casimir's head shook a little smiling. Dels words pulled his attention back to her. He nodded to her and spoke with nothing but respect. " I will be as gentle as can be. " Stepping forward to Rhys's left side, he eased his arm around his waste having him put his arm around his neck. " Grabbing your leg." He lowered his voice to Rhys. "I'd let you walk, but I can smell your running out of time the scent is more potent." Lifting up Rhys's left leg with his right hand, he nodded to Hall. " Grab his right side. Please." Unsure of Hall's rank in the pack he just knew him to be that guy from rumors and what he had been told Casimir was being careful of who and whom he pissed off.
Glancing to Ravyn, he nodded "You follow and guard the rear? Dels you got the front I assume I don't want to take you out of Rhys's sight." He hoped seeing Dels would help to keep Rhys calm. In Casimir's mind, he remembered animals of the wild in instinct when injured, they can be come delirious and dangerous, so he was treating this situation like that. He trusted Rayvn to have his back while he was unable to do so himself. That said a lot in his trust and attachment to her.
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Post by Hall on Jun 29, 2012 19:44:36 GMT 1
Hall gave an exasperated sigh at the females. Like a guy who looked like that wanted to be seen being carried by anyone. He wasn't quite sure what was getting him all the dirty looks from everyone, well OK he had an idea, but seriously? The charged atmosphere of fear and anger in the tunnel was enough to keep his head in the right place at the moment even if his dick had a mind of its own. “Get a grip sweetheart,” he growled softly back at Dels. “Even I can tell he doesn't like me...”
He moved closer to the downed lycan and bent over for a better look at his injuries, well mostly at his injuries anyway. It didn't look good, and there was a black discolouration already starting to creep out from the cuts. All the movement was just pumping the stuff into his system faster. He met Rhys' angry eyes. “So obvious no-one is doing it.” he quipped back at him. “Those cuts need cleaning out right now, not after a brisk jog back to the lair.”
He growled in irritation as the other male moved up and started to haul the prone lycan to his feet despite everything he had said. “Stupid fucking idea but I guess you're in charge.” he growled to Dels, shaking his head in resignation. “Just remember who wanted to get the silver out first if he's fucked up by the time we get back, it's not a short bloody distance.” and still muttering under his breath he moved to do as the other male asked.
Groping around the man's thigh to lift him up wasn't doing anything to help Hall's self-control but the rank stench coming from the cuts put a definite dent in his ardour and he made a gagging sound as he helped lift him. He was pissed off with the whole born-lycan superiority thing already, and he was going to be growling irritably all the way back to the lair.
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