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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 15:32:26 GMT -5
1. Non canon, but plotted, so... Yeah.
2. No, it doesn't make sense for vampires to be hanging around Yina, but oh well~
3. PIE!
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He hadn't seen it coming. They had their scent well hidden. He hadn't scented it until he was right upon him.
The white wolf snarled, charging toward the vampire in anger. He dared to walk upon the already soiled ground of Yina? He leaped forward, about to sink his teeth into the other's neck when something slammed into his shoulder, embedding itself there. He fell to the ground, involuntarily shifting back into his human form. He went to his shoulder, moving to try to rip the silver blade from his shoulder. Surprisingly brittle, it snapped leaving the shard of silver buried into his flesh. He drew his claymore, turning to face the second vampire as it emerged from the forest, raising another throwing blade. The werewolf deflected the blade thrown at him just as the other one dove forward, silver blade aiming toward him.
Harrier turned and snarled, blade turning and slashing out at the vampire to block the blow, only to have another throwing blade sink into his flesh- this time the side. He let out a howl of rage, bringing his blade up to attack again...
The fight had taken pace nearly an hour ago, ending with one vampire dead, the other fleeing. Harrier had no strength to follow as he collapsed onto the ground, his life force bleeding out of him.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 15:44:17 GMT -5
The smell of blood and death was already rather strong in Yina...
But this scent...it was fresh. The attack had happened recently.
Cheveyo, unable to decipher which smell meant what in this haze besides the fact that someone had been wounded within the last few hours, ran towards that new blood. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her, and plus...what if this was a werecat that had been struck down? She couldn't leave them...her people depended on her. If she just left Yina without at least checking on the person, she'd never forgive herself.
Golden paws pounded against the charred grass and stained dirt as she came upon the creature...
And her heart stopped.
...Harrier? Is that you? She slowly approached the fallen man, wary of some sort of trick. Her dark eyes met the blood seeping out of his shoulder and side, and she whimpered. Any sort of witty comment or insult that she might of had left her...what had happened here?
She stopped short of him by about a yard, remaining in her feline form.
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 15:51:05 GMT -5
Harrier looked up at her, the scent of her reaching his nose even in this form. His hands clenched against the earth as he pushed his arms against it, able to raise his torso a bit. "Get away from me," he growled. The last thing he needed was the werecat leader to see him like this. His hand reached toward the claymore on the ground, but his strength failed him then, causing him to collapse back onto the ground.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 15:56:31 GMT -5
If she had been in her human form, Chey's brow would have furrowed. ...You're hurt.
But why do I care? She wondered privately, taking in Harrier's situation once more. He would never care about me if I was harmed in such a way. In fact, he'd probably laugh or finish me off...
She suddenly shifted into her human form, pulling back so she rested on her knees. But I'm not like him...I can't leave him to die.
"You need help." She said softly, rising and starting to move towards him.
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 16:02:40 GMT -5
"Not from you," Harrier growled, trying to push himself away from her. His shoulder burned, the dreaded silver keeping him from shifting. He let out a slight hiss of pain, not wanting to show it in front of her, but being unable to stop it. "So, have you come to finish me off? Pretending to help while you really stick a blade in my throat?"
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 16:08:45 GMT -5
"Stop moving, you idiot. You're going to hurt yourself even more." She knelt down beside him and pushed his claymore away in one swift motion, knowing the blade would be Harrier's first target now that she was so close. "And no, I don't intend to harm you. Just because we pretty much hate each other, you think I'm out to get you at every turn? We originally made a pact to let each other be...to not hurt each other. I didn't want to hurt you then, and I don't want to hurt you now. I want to help you."
She laid a hand on his upper arm, shifting him slightly with a gentle tug so she could get a better look at his shoulder. "Who attacked you?"
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 16:13:23 GMT -5
Harrier growled low in his throat. "I told you to stay away! I don't trust you!" He hand extended uselessly toward his blade, which was much too far away. He couldn't seem weak.. Not in front of the werecat chief! When she shifted him the growl increased, and had he been in wolf form, he would have snapped at her. The movement she made, caused the shard to dig deeper into his shoulder, causing him to hiss in pain again. "Vampires," he growled lowly. "It's not like any werecat would be able to get the drop on me."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 16:18:46 GMT -5
"Fine, don't trust me." Chey murmured, taking in the sight of the silver in his shoulder. "But that doesn't mean I won't help you." At his response, she raised an eyebrow. "Vampires? In Yina?" After everything that had happened? Wonderful...yet another impure occurance.
She didn't speak for a while after that, simply studying the wound and trying to figure out what she was going to have to do. Then, she said it.
"We're going to have to get your armor and tunic off...I can't do anything while they're on." As much as she didn't want to see Harrier shirtless, she didn't have much of a choice...
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 18:34:18 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed slightly before he gave the briefest of nods. "Fine..." He forced himself into a sitting position, hissing as he had to put weight on his shoulder to do it. The first thing he did was yank out the throwing blade lodged into his side. He then loosened his armor straps before pulling it off, followed by his shirt. Beneath it, he was finely muscled, all the running around he did checking on his territory kept him in good shape. He looked away from her, shifting slightly. "Let's just get this over with."
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 19:14:31 GMT -5
When he yanked out the blade, Chey winced. "Not the smartest idea..." She mumbled, picking up the silver weapon for the briefest of moments before placing it back down.
Once his armor and shirt were off, she pushed the armor aside before picking up his shirt.
She then looked back up at him.
Cheveyo was glad he was looking away, for she couldn't get the faint embarrassed flush off of her cheeks. Her eyes wandered his chest for a time, noting how healthy Harrier's body looked. Her blush intensified, and she was forced to rip her eyes away and focus on his face - well, what part of it she could see.
"I'm going to tear a long strip off of your shirt for temporary bandages...once we get you back to Naulas," Even though she definitely didn't want to go there, "your Shaman can properly tend to them...we're also going to have to get that silver out of your shoulder." That was going to be a challenge. "But we can get to that after I work on your side."
She then started ripping, keeping the torn fabric in one piece. If she made it long enough, she could wrap it around his torso and cover his side fairly well...enough to hopefully keep the wound safe until they reached Naulas.
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 20:16:23 GMT -5
Harrier glanced over at her, catching her blush. Oh great. His lips pressed into a thin line and he looked away again, focusing on the sky instead of her. "Fine, do what you please. It's not as though you wouldn't do so anyway if I objected." His hand slid down, pressing against his bleeding side. He shifted slightly as he realized that with tearing his shirt up, he wouldn't be able to put it back /on/. He didn't like the idea of her eyes on him, but he supposed that he had little other choice. "One of them got away," he commented, referencing the vampires. "The other I killed." He motioned to the body that was not too far off.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 20:30:04 GMT -5
Cheveyo struggled to force her flush away when Harrier finally noticed. Oh, how horribly awkward this situation was! "You act as if me saving your life is a bad thing. I don't have the means to sew them up, so I have to bandage them somehow."
She looked in the direction he indicated and nodded, wondering why she hadn't noticed the corpse before. "How I despise those things..."
She then turned back to him, having finished ripping a proper strip.
Here came the extremely awkward part.
She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. Words would only make it worse.
Chey then started to bind his waist with the strip, moving her hands about his torso. When she had to reach the other side, her arms would go around him in an odd side-hug, but she would move out of this as fast as she could. Her blush had returned, stronger than ever.
She just had to get this over with...
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 20:42:22 GMT -5
"I dislike you," Harrier answered simply. "Hate might be the correct word, actually." His tone was that of the answer being given not offensively, but as if it was a mere fact. He felt her arms moving around his waist as she wrapped the bandages, and he eyed her coolly.
"Oh, do stop with the blushing," he said. "It is getting annoying. You act as if being close to someone is... unnatural." He focused his eyes on her for a moment. "Are the members of your tribe not close?" His people were used to being close together constantly.
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Post by Cheveyo Kitchi on Jan 13, 2011 21:00:23 GMT -5
"And I dislike you. Glad we've gotten that settled." While her words were rather rude, her tone was on the verge of a deadpan.
At his reprimand, she once again forced her cheeks to return to as close to their normal color as possible. "You know as well as I do that my people are rather solitary." She muttered, pulling the makeshift bandages tight against his skin. "I don't normally get this close to people. Excuse me for finding this situation quite awkward. Are you telling me you don't think this contact with me is uncomfortable?"
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Post by Harrier Konvar on Jan 13, 2011 21:31:53 GMT -5
"If you're not this close to me you can't exactly help my wound like you're so apt to do, now can you?" Harrier rolled his shoulder back to relieve his tense muscles, remembering too late that he shouldn't when pain exploded in his shoulder, making him flinch. "But if you're asking if your stench bothers me... Well it does, but I'll just have to deal with it, since you won't leave me alone."
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