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 Posted: Sat Jul 03, 2010 8:30 pm
The blackness in his eyes started to clear away as the assault came to an end. Draven tried to move his head to gaze at his new attacker. An oddly arousing pain shot through his back, and crawled across each of his limbs.
"Doubtlessly..." Draven hissed in response to the hind's threat, crimson eyes glinting with a twisted form of passion. Though he desired a taste of Chanda's hooves, or even Sarla's bloodstained horns, he remained still... out of concern for his mortal being. He must suffer with his ravenous craving until his body was capable of enduring more.
Draven settled his head once more, cringing from the pain. A part of him hoped the two females would combat on his behalf. Though, the other half wished they wouldn't. He would have the two hinds to himself.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:10 pm
With her attention flicking from Chanda to Draven, her mind could not process anything. To attack this new comer? To heed her words? To go after Draven again? She could not find the answer in her jumbled thoughts. The only thing she could mange was a crazed, anguished cry.
Her body soon made up its mind for her, finally collapsing on itself and taking her down to her knees before falling over to her uninjured side. She gasped, barely picking up her head to glare death again at Draven before losing that strength and dropping it to the dirt. "Die.. You will.. Die." She gasped out, causing her sides to heave up and down with the effort.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 8:35 pm
Chanda tossed her horns threateningly at the buck. There was something in his words she did not like, something unsettling. It could only be likened to watching a snake, and waiting... A cry started her out of her thoughts, and the hind gave a slight charge at the male, rear swinging around to bring hooves down hard on the earth. Her head held dangerously low, horns reaching, grasping toward the fallen buck. Her blue eyes narrowed, nose wrinkling as she spoke in a low and dangerous tone. "Keep to the ground or leave, buck. I'll not tell you again.." As much as she should, and as much as she would have liked, the hind found it invariably difficult to move. There was something frighteningly drawing about this male that took hold of her curiosity.. And her fear. A long moment of narrowed eyes swirling between thoughts while her expression showed none of it eventually came to an end. The hind lifted her head, still reluctant to let her eyes leave the buck, fallen or no, and turned to the hind. "How badly are you hurt?" In any other time, she might have offered help.. But something whispered of that as a bad idea.. The hind, even in her state, seemed a prideful thing, and in Chanda's opinion, she had earned enough of the hind's dislike already..
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:25 pm
The anger-lust threats were like a lullaby to Draven, a content smirk plastered on his face as fiery red eyes peered in Sarla's direction. Now the hind was in the dirt. It was a fitting position for her, and Draven couldn't help but widen his smug grin as he admired the gash he had created. The buck exhaled a cloud of smoke, the flame in his gut was raging for more violence, and all he could do to tame it was breathe.
Draven didn't flinch as Chanda charged him once more. Sudden movements would only cause him to convulse with pain, after all. Another haze of smoke was expelled from his nostrils as he met Chanda's glare with his own. The sense of uncertainty in her eyes and voice amused the buck as he curled his lips to reveal shimmering fangs.
"Please, save jour breath, love." If Draven had the energy to snarl, the words would have had a venomous tone. "I've not moved, nor do I intend to. But if jou really just need an excuse to use zhose admirable antlers against me, I vill be more zhan happy to give you several." The statement tapered off with a weak hiss, a dark slippery tongue emerging from his mouth to clean away the mucus from his maw.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 9:47 pm
The constant flicker that was her mind attempting to stay conscious could barely keep up with the words between the two herla, but the threat in their words were all she needed to understand. "Mine." Sarla took in a deep breath and forced herself up, her body shaking from the strain. "What. Don't understand?" She spit the words out like venom, her wide, crazed eyes staring death at Chanda. "He's MY fight. Don't dare touch him again."
The pain blurred her vision as she forced her body to move one step at a time. The swaying back and forth did nothing to help her blood loss but that was the least of her concerns now. As she came to Chanda her lips curled back in a snarl, showing off the canines that allowed her to eat meat. "If you want to fight him, you will have to wait until I'm done with him. GOT it?" Sarla's one track mind of blood and rage would not permit any other thoughts, especially if what she was doing was smart or safe. She had quickly reverted back to what she knew growing up. You fight your own fights, you don't help others, and you stake your claims. If anyone wanted to get that claim, you fight them.
Sanity and rational thought to the wind, Sarla turned herself to be between Chanda and Draven in what little room there was then collapsed, nearly on top of the poor stag, and staked her claim. She kept her gaze on Chandra though, snarling all the while to 'protect' her fight.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 10:15 pm
The half startling words through Chanda off balance, her expression flickering through something wild. Perhaps fear. Perhaps something just as primal. One thing was certain, she did not like this male. He was dangerous.. More dangerous than any tallon, or any mad bear.. More dangerous, perhaps, than anything she had known.
But when Chanda heard the doe's words, she gave a huff, her tail flicking indignantly. Some part of her was greatful for the distraction. Anything was welcome in comparison to that buck and his snake-charm. "Fine. But when you get your beaten little a** kicked again, I don't want to hear a damned thing." The hind gave a snort, turning away from the two. The hind's temper flared at the ungrateful little doe. Fine then. Let her wings get ripped off and her belly torn open... Some knight you are. The guardian's voice was tinged with sarcasm, something Chanda had learned well from him. Still He was right. She would leave, but be close enough to watch and wait. Fine. But this time I'm waiting till that ungrateful little mole rat is knocked out cold before I try and help her..
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:29 pm
Draven rose a skeptical brow as he watched Sarla's dramatic performance with blood pouring from her open wound. The sight was pathetic and pitiful, and yet it instilled an odd... and particularly painful sense of sympathy in the cavity of the hart's chest. The only true pain he's felt throughout this encounter.
"Jou're a fool." Draven snarled weakly towards the wobbling blue doe. And then... she collapsed again.
He casually looked to her, reluctant to let the discomfort of the lack of distance between them show in his expression.
"Jou have a death vish, hind?" He spoke softly, the lace of abhorrence in his voice replaced with mild concern. He'd be damned if he let his opponent die. That was not the purpose of his duels. Though, there was nothing he could do about it now, even if he wasn't in this crippled state.
Draven returned his attention to the armored doe who looked to be preparing to leave.. "If jou're really finished doing damage here, zhe least jou could do is drag zhis corpse avay from me so I can I rest." A continuous flod of smog poured from his mouth as he spoke. The blaze in his gut was still at large.
Breathe. Just breathe.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:39 pm
Sarla barely heard Draven's words, only murmuring a "maybe" as the world around her began to grow darker. "We will.. continue this.. later." She managed to mumble out as her eyes went heavy and her head slowly dropped to the dirt. Her eyes fluttered, trying to keep awake and alert, but the weight of her damaged body finally took its toll.
The sleep was not restful what so ever. Barely touching the edge of dreamland, Sarla had no control of the wash of memories that flooded her. Mostly of past encounters similar to the one with Draven, only they all ended quickly in pain and blood with her on the losing side.
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:54 pm
"Fine." Chanda answered the buck, turning to see the hind collapse. Well. At least she would be less trouble now. The pale hind gave an irritated sigh as she tucked her head to her chest, working her antlers under the dark body. It took a long moment before the body moved. The action had put a tremendous stress on not only her antlers, but her muscles. Shoulders and neck screamed as she lifted, breath held with the effort. When the doe was clear, Chanda lifted her head, regarding the both of them. She would be lectured for weeks if she left the two like this. With a sigh, the doe flexed and stretched her neck, coaxing the stiffness to leave her before looking to the male. "...Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Something in her tone said that she was asking out of obligation, and indeed she was. Perhaps she might be far removed from her sister in temper, but the mother, or healer's streak was a common bond between the two. As much as she didn't like it, there was some part of her that would not permit herself to leave either of them to die here.. Hell. It wouldn't even let her leave them to suffer. Pan in the arse it was.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 9:54 pm
"No." Draven huffed forcefully as he glared at the hind, as if daring her to offer help again. The buck paused, the features of his face softening as he pondered. "Zhough, zhere is zhis craving..." The flame that flickered from his lips spoke for itself, appearing at the edges of his grin like the tongue of a starving serpent.
Draven's gut wrenched, preventing him from revealing any more. An internal conflict occurred within him. It was a war of distrust against his gruesome desires. It was enough to make him vomit, but Draven suppressed it with a sneer of disgust. With a final conclusion, he withdrew himself from consideration.
"Nevermind." The simple, eerie word was accompanied with a black breath of smoke. Draven's tail slithered across his velvet form to rest at his heels. The persistence of his flame was beginning to unnerve him, but he refused to express it. Not in a scene like this one.
He returned his attention to the doe that had fallen unconscious. But the twist of painful emotions in his chest left no room for guilt anymore.
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Posted: Sat Jul 10, 2010 10:14 pm
The world was dark to Sarla, she could only feel cold and pain. Her mind flitted, trying to make sense of this feeling and where it had come from. While she was quite unconscious, the animal part of her brain stayed awake, the one thing that had kept her alive for so long. It was rather nice here though, in this dark, the animal part thought. But then the heat started, searing pain along her side and stomach like the acidic pools of green where she had grown up. Panic struck her mind. What else could it be? There was no glowing ponds, no sound, nothing was attacking. Sarla's mind freaked like a cornered animal as she unknowingly was moved about.
And then it stopped. Oh, the pain was still there burning hot, but not as intensely. Sarla gave a whine, a pathetic soft cry of pain her sleep when Chanda finally settled her back down. The black hind began to pant as the fire in her stomach mixed with the smoke she smelled. Her animal side alarmed again, thinking a fire might be eating her alive. Sarla's body twitched in panic, she gasped in pain and fear before collapsing again into the cold darkness.
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Posted: Mon Jul 12, 2010 9:05 pm
"You are a very odd Hart." That slight feeling had returned, the eerie thing about the hart that she could not place. The fire unsettled her, but as she worked her way through the puzzle, the doe found his eyes more frightening and drawing. Her words had been a statement, something she was sure of, though, perhaps not sure what sort of odd. She had grown around bucks, and for years, hardly even glimpsed another doe. She knew the way of bucks because it was her way. He seemed to feel sorry for the fallen doe. Or perhaps, sorry for what he had done. She wasn't sure of which. Instead, she was far more interested in why. Could he not control himself?
Chanda stopped. She hardly found anybody interesting, but when she did, the doe almost invariably did her damnedest to figure them out. She would never be sure if it could be called a bad habit or not, but now? Now it might be. In this one case, it might be. There was something in those eyes that frightened her in the way the fire should have. Some..instinct told her to keep away but at the same time, her curiosity pulled her forward. Quite exactly like a fire.
The doe's fretted movement brought Chanda out of her thoughts. She hadn't realized she had been staring the whole time. Eyes... like a snake filled with fire. With a slight huff the doe looked to the river. "I'll go get water, for her wounds." It almost seemed like the words were meant for the trees, if you gauged it by the way she seemed to be pointedly ignoring the buck.
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Posted: Wed Aug 04, 2010 8:49 pm
Draven continued to stare at the bleeding hind through narrowed eyes. He took no notice to Chanda's staring, he only indulged himself in Sarla's pain. Her cry was hypnotizing, and yet it made him wince. The buck forced his eyes away, letting them linger on the dirt and grass of his resting place. It seemed like a long and agonizing silence, Sarla's shallow dying breaths counting down the seconds... Or minutes, it was hard to tell. But then Chanda's distant voice sounded once more.
"It is obvious jou are no healer." He spat at the armored doe, regardless if she knew what she was doing or not. "Move quickly, do not falter like jou do. Tie zhe vound so zhe blood stops. I vould assist jou..." He lied, throwing in the statement just to add some extra sting into his words. "But I'm razher immobile."
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