Nemaisare
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 7, 2008 17:30:49 GMT -5
He felt her rumblings take on a dangerous edge as they moved from her chest to her throat, shifting into a warning croon and he knew that his mother's teeth would be bared and her ears flat against her skull. Likely, her red eyes would be glaring angrily at the horse, for he could hear it moving and he could understand, now, why it had not been frightened of him. Matt lifted a hand and buried his fingers into Rasha's thick ruff, pressing himself farther against while holding her back at the same time. The danger now, was only if any of them took offense at her, or if she took offense with them.
He squeaked as he tried to make some other sound, something to tell her it wasn't them she ought to be worrying about, but then Charity spoke. He lifted ihs head and looked over. Was she talking to the horse? Hmph, was the horse talking back? Humans could not understand animals well unless they spoke with words, this he knew for fact, though some humans understood better than others. Matt started to crawl towards her again, still dragging his leg since he felt too lazy to stand up all the way and he had to pass Raban as he did so.
The youth looked down at him, marveling at all the blood and hurt he'd taken. He snorted softly, but did not know of anything he could do to help the strange wolf-man, he was not a healer. Nor did you touch injured beasts if you didn't know how they would react. Matt moved on, shaking himself out and then falling flat beside Chestnut's hooves. He grinned up at the horse's flank, not quite far enough to see Charity's face from the angle he was currently in. Then warmth breath fell on the back of his neck and teeth closed ever so gently on his skin. He squirmed nd hissed, but Rasha only pushed him into the ground until he lay still, then she lifted him carefully, though he was heavy enough that her teeth broke his skin in a few places and tried to drag him back, away from them all. But Matt did not want that, he hissed and scrambled at the dirt, not lying s limply now and he put up such a fuss that Rasha finally understood he did not want to go anywhere but to the human.
Nor could he answer her confusion, so that finally, she gave in. But not without first giving him a firm cuff on the shoulder to show him that she thought he was only being foolish. Matt hissed back and bared his teeth so that she cuffed him again, more solidly, though she kept her claws sheathed. It was only once he submitted to her, by tipping up his chin to bare his throat and duck his head so that it was lower than hers that she dragged him back, growling low in her throat all the while and lashing her tail suspiciously. But if anything should happen to him, it would be his problem, not hers, at least the foolish cub understood that.
Rasha dropped him next to the woman, then regarded the sitting human with a curious intelligence, then, the cat lifted one lip in a brief warning and stalked away to begin investigating the boar, or what was left of it after the attack, the werewolves hadn't been concentrating solely on living prey, though, granted, it had kept them distracted and the boar was still more rather than less intact. Matt watched her go, then pushed himself close to Charity and curled up against her leg. He trusted her and felt safe with Rasha here now, so he could shut his eyes and rest and wonder if she could undo the binding, if she could set him free.
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Post by Harbinger on Jun 7, 2008 23:45:15 GMT -5
Chestnut nodded and moved to Raban who breathed heavily. Chestnut stomped a hoof and looked at the others as Raban's laboured breathing grew steadily worse for wear. The fight had not done him favours. Grunting, he struggled to his feet, blood oozing freely from fresh wounds that would take a good while to start healing as per his attributes. His bloodied jaws were loose and open as he still struggled to breathe properly.
He looked at the four legged cat and let some of the wolf instinct loose too, snarling but it had no heart to it and the desired effect was completely lost. He hunched and scratched his neck furiously with his hind paw. He was going to be stuck in his lycan form for a while. He looked at Charity with a questioning gaze, cocking his head for emphasis.
The cattish scent bothered him and he couldn't say why. He was only thankful for the feline's sudden assistance though there was something oddly distinct in the female's scent and Matt's. He growled slightly before moving closer to Charity, jaws still open with blood stained teeth. At least they were safe from him. His mindset more human than it was wolf and his higher brain functions were working as best as they could.
Again, he scratched before he stopped and whined pitifully as his wounds began to sting mercilessly. Chestnut nudged him gently and he licked her nose. She whinnied, glad he was okay though he could tell she was wary of the newcomer. However, Chestnut had always been suspicious of cats. Matt had not bothered her. He was still human-like and nothing like this predator, though she probably was at any rate or bet.
Raban looked at the older feline, eyes narrowing, unsure what to make of her and unsure what she made of him.
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Post by Enchant on Jun 9, 2008 16:42:33 GMT -5
Charity had been drifting in and out of consciousness. When she was awake, she was uncertain if what she was seeing was reality or part of her vision dream. Everything was getting muddled and she was too exhausted to try and separate them. As she was about to drift off into the grey of her mind once more, she was awaken by something brushing up on her leg. Glancing down she noticed it was her young companion. Smiling at the thought that he still lived, she looked up to catch the eyes of the feline. Charity's smile faded and her eyelids slowly fell.
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Nemaisare
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 9, 2008 21:58:11 GMT -5
Perfectly content to remain where he was, Matt mostly ignored the others, hedging on the fact that Rasha would err towards the side of caution and that Raban wouldn't feel up to any more fights, at least not today. So, following Charity's rather exemplary model, now that the danger was past, he closed his eyes and dropped into a light doze.
Meanwhile, his mother had torn free several strips of meat and swallowed them greedily while keeping the wolf-thing and hoofed creature in the periphery of her vision. Then, simply because her son showed no sign of dislike, particularly now that he knew what had made him so wary of the man, Rasha accepted him too. And he was injured badly. Now, bloodcats tended towards a solitary life, but they always recognized family ties and weren't loathe to sharing their territory with another if they were down on their luck, and Rasha was no exception. She flicked her tail once or twice in agitation and kept her ears back in a clear warning, but she still accepted Raban as an extended family member. One to be treated well and watched, but not ostrascized or driven out.
So she ripped free a few more strips of meat from the boar and eased her lithe way closer and closer to the wolf-thing and the fire-horse until there was no more space left to risk. She moved slowly, cautiously, keeping tense and low to the ground, quite obviously ready to leap away at the slightest hint of aggression. Then, when Rasha was as close as she deigned appropiate, she dropped the meat and almost fled, save, of course, that cats are far too dignified to ever actually flee. Had Raban been another bloodcat, she might have braved the consequences to clean his wounds for him, but he was not so she didn't. Instead, the dark brown feline sat back on her haunches at the edge of the trees, tail tip twitching and gaze steady as she made certain that her son would remain safe, but kept far enough away that he feelings for the rest of the group were evident.
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Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on Jun 11, 2008 11:04:08 GMT -5
He watched the large feline as he sat back on haunches, too weak to stand now. He growled softly when the cat delved into the carcass but it was predatory instinct. It was human instinct that was stopping him from going over and fighting for it.
He blinked a bit as she came over, making no move against her. His tail twitched slightly as he watched her come more and more close. He only kept his eyes on her, too tired from battle to start another fight with a creature that was no doubt a born killer.
He breathed heavily as she place the meat in front of him. He nodded in thanks appreciating the the thought. He watched her move away before he settled down to eat.
Chestnut moved towards Charity, her velvety muzzle touching the woman's face. Raban watched her for a moment before returning to eat.
[Charity?[/I] She sent to her, nudging her shoulder with he nose.
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Post by Enchant on Jun 11, 2008 21:14:33 GMT -5
The light at the end of the corridor allowed the path to be clear with each approaching step. Moving closer to the room ahead, she could hear a large commotion.
"We cannot allow this to happen!", a boisterous voice spoke. A crowd of voices supported this comment.
Charity stood in awe. The area was a large circular room with tall metallic walls with enclaves built in them. Inside the enclaves were tall statues. The first statue next to the entrance was of a young human who wore nothing but a ragged tunic and a pendant that hung on a chain. Obviously, this poor human had been in the servitude of the shadow guard. As she made her way further into the room, she observed the next statue to be of a woman. This woman was obviously a elfin mage. She was tall, majestic and beautiful. She had on long robes and a arm band with the same crest as the pendant on the first statue. As Charity made her way around the room to the next statue, a voice spoke up and turned her attention to the conversation.
"I have no choice.", the cold voice from the shadows spoke. "The young Charity has an uncanny ability to escape her entrapments. She has eluded my guards on several occasions and she has even escaped my personal grasp." His face came into focus, as she curiously moved toward the center of the room. A shiver went down Charity's back as a surge of panic and rage paralyzed her for a short moment, till she realized that she was having a dream vision. Although, this revelation seemed to make her feel more confident, the idea of being this close to her nemesis and not be able to do anything angered her.I would kill you right here, if I could
The room roared with displeasure. "Why is it that she of all people lived and not only lived, but now has control of the scroll?" The roar of the crowd thundered against the walls. Are they talking about me?
The Shadow Guard Commander waved his hands up and down to calm the room, "I do not think she realizes what she is carrying." What am I carrying?
"A large and hairy man, well dressed in fine clothing moved forward, "You mean, you hope that she doesn't realize what she is carrying. If she finds out that...."
"QUIET!!!", A squeaky voice interrupted. A small feeble human hybrid came out from behind the large man. He was short and wore robes of a high mage. "It appears that we have unwanted eyes upon us." He slowly moved around the room, waving a incense pot that hung down a long gold chain in one hand and waving his other hand back and forth. Charity watched, as he made his way closer to her. Then it dawned on her, that it was she he was looking for. Her confidence dissipated, when the mage stood before her with a smirk. "Here, your sire is where the eyes are upon us".
Before Charity could take her eyes off the mage, the Commander had his hand on her throat mumbling a soft chant. The Shadow Guard Commanders eyes opened full in shock, "YOU!"
"Charity", the unison voices came. One was the rage of the commander, the other was a soft gentle voice of Chestnut. Simultaneously, she sat up, opened her eyes and gasped for air. She reached up to grab her throat hoping to loosen the tightness that blocked her breathing. Her lungs on fire and her eyes burning from lack of oxygen. When she realized that she was breathing again in the dark forest among friends, she began to calm down.
"Thanks Chestnut, you have know idea..." she inhaled for another gasp of fresh air, "how your good your timing is."
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Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on Jun 12, 2008 6:28:44 GMT -5
A flicker of confusion lay on the equines face for a moment before she gently pressed her nose against Charity's shoulder. She knew Charity was going through some stress for the telepathy was buzzing with strange hums. Whilst she may not have heard what Charity had just experienced, the air had most certainly been buzzing.
Are you all right? she asked, ears pricked forward and her black tail swished flies away from her rump and flanks as she waited for the return answer. Her head remained dropped to Charity's own head level.
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Nemaisare
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 13, 2008 17:16:50 GMT -5
Charity's fear may not have had any relevance to her current position, but it managed quite easily to put Rasha on edge and to wake Matt up. He frowned at his hand where it lay in front of his face, then, still scowling, pushed himself up and eyed the woman. If she wasn't going to let him sleep, and wasn't going to stay asleep herself, then maybe now was as good a time as any to try. Besides which, Rasha was here to help, not that he knew what she could do about his predicament, but she was here anyhow, and that made him feel braver.
Matt fingered the small bag that rested against his chest, hesitating for only an instant, then he reached out and tapped Chaity's shoulder, just to make sure her attention was at least half on him. She'd probably be thinking about the night pictures humans had, hers had seemed scary enough just from how she woke up out of it that Matt was willing to empathize, particularly since he now shared that particular problem of dreaming, but he wanted to get this over with now, before any more problems arose that he'd have to deal with in this sadly lacking body.
Now, he pointed to Rasha, then to himself and linked his fingers together, trying to get the point across that they were closely related, though he wasn't sure how well that would turn out. Then, Matt shifted laborously onto his hands and knees, so that he was on all fours and he bared his teeth, hissing, pointing again to both himself and Rasha. After which, he held up his hand and wriggled the fingers to show that he wasn't a cat anymore and he lifted the little bag with the cat pendant inside and shook it. Rasha, of course, was incredibly confused by her son's erratic behaviour, and so, to spare him the embarrassment of knowing that she was watching, she flicked an ear and turned her back, looking into the shadows among the trees. She could see that he was trying to communicate with the human, but she certainly didn't understand about what.
He was trying to say that he had been a cat, was now a human and that the pendant had changed him, and if she couldn't understand that, well.... He'd have to figure out some other way to get it across to her. Matt certainly wasn't helping her out of the goodness of his heart, he needed help himself. Of course, he would continue to help her, just, as a cat. Maybe... Hopefully...
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Post by Enchant on Jun 14, 2008 10:26:35 GMT -5
Charity could still hear the steeds concern within her mind. She was about to reply when young Matt caught her attention. He was swinging his arms, playing with his fingers and kept grabbing the pendant around his neck. What the hell? She didn't have the strength for puzzles, but by the desperation on his face, it seemed important. He then pointed to the feline and interlocked his fingers. Oh my blades, he is or wants to mate with the feline, okay...that is just disgusting. He then grabs his pendant. The look in his eyes was longing. He desperately wanted her to understand. Then he got down on his knees and hands mocking a animals position. Okay, there are just somethings I don't want to knowwith a uncomfortable voice, she gave him a forced smile," um...I do not know what you want me to do." She didn't want to even think about it, but she could tell he was agitated. Inhaling deeply, and forcing herself to slide up against the rock, she glanced over at the steed, "You can enter peoples thoughts, can you see what he is talking about?" She then slowly shook her head, "you really do not want to know what thoughts are popping into my mind at the moment." Closing her eyes, trying to remove the vision from her mind. Get out my head...
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Harbinger
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Post by Harbinger on Jun 14, 2008 15:52:37 GMT -5
The horse blinked glancing at Matt with a most peculiar expression. It was enough even to back Raban stop and stare. SHe watched him, trying to figure out what he was trying to say from a visual prospective but failed miserable.
I could try... but he is not... completely human. Even Raban was difficult to enter when I met him first she sent back before trying to open mental communications with Matt's mind.
She winced but kept trying, I am Chestnut. Can you understand me? What is your name? What were you trying to say? she sent to him, unsure if he understood
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Nemaisare
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 14, 2008 19:42:42 GMT -5
Diassapointment settled clearly on his features as he realised that everyone had been watching him and that none of them had understood. Of course, he hadn't really expected it to, but at the moment anything was worth a try. Had he realised what his actions had made Charity think of him, he might have cuffed her, or been very, very discouraged, so it was a lucky thing that he didn't. Rasha was the only one here who knew that Matt was not what he had been the last time she'd seen him, but she didn't know what had been done to him, nor how to share that knowledge with the others, in fact, she believed they were the ones who had done it.
But the youth perked up when the woman suggested to the horse to find out his thoughts, he was familiar with that sort of communication. It was how bloodcats conversed sometimes, they shared their blood and then their thoughts mingled, it was the original reason for their name, though most had forgotten, but one had to be a cat for it to work. But Chestnut wasn't a cat and she was talking with Charity. Matt tilted his head and listened, managing to catch the thoughts only just and he grinned wildly. -Chestnut? Chestnut. Name Matiir, Master's boy say Matt. You hear me?-
His own thoughts weren't nearly as cultured as the horse's were, but then, he was, after all, only an intelligent animal who looked human and had been taught human ways as well as his master had been able to. Which was more than most bloodcats, but wasn't really saying much. -You listen, tell Charity? Rasha mother, Master catch and change me, want change back, now.... Not know how.-[/b] He glanced over at the still pretending to be distracted feline as he thought of her to Chestnut, though he wasn't sure if she could hear him, but at least it was a start. Now, he stared up at her expectantly, hopefully, waiting.
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Post by Harbinger on Jun 15, 2008 2:34:58 GMT -5
Her ears flicked once, I hear you, Matiir
And she relayed the information back to Charity, He say his name is Matiir. He is the feline's son; he used to be like her but someone changed him. He wants to change back again but does not know how
Raban stopped eating and watched them curiously before trying to lick at his wounds.
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Post by Enchant on Jun 15, 2008 9:43:12 GMT -5
Charity's eyes glanced back and forth between Matt, the feline and Chestnut, while the steed relayed the information. Her eyes fell upon Matt, she smiled, "Matiir, it is nice to meet you." Then she turned and looked over at the large cat, gave a respectful nod, "It is nice to meet you as well."His mother, honestly Charity, what were you thinking!
Adjusting herself once more against the rock, the pain shot through her. She could feel every vessel within her body pulsating. The throbbing only made the pain more apparent. Trying to fight the urge to scream, she gave out a small grunt. Inhaling deeply and trying to shake it off mentally, she focused her eyes on the pendant that hung around Matiir's neck. She stretched her hand out to touch it. She knew he treasured it, but she never really thought about it till now. The pendant was out of reach, and she didn't have the strength to lean forward and touch it, so she extended her bloodied finger and implied that she would like to see it.
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Nemaisare
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Post by Nemaisare on Jun 15, 2008 21:28:29 GMT -5
Oh, but it was good to hear his name again, and even better to know that Chestnut had gotten his message and, through her, Charity had as well. Matt smiled back at the woman and would have purred if he could have, though his joy faded as he noted her wince. Well, distraction was good, and he glanced down at the small bag he was holding onto tightly as she gestured for it, but, though he might trust her to watch his back, it was another thing entirely to trust her with the pendant. She would have, and he knew this from experience, almost complete control over him if she happened to know what words to say.
Matt shuddered and hesitated, cowering back until his hope outweighed his fear. Then, he slowly pulled the silver amulet free, clutching it desperate and baring his teeth in an instinctive response as it broke the link once more. Matt held it out so she could see it, so that its ruby eyes stared back at her from the minute detail of the silver predator's face, but he gave no indication that he would relinquish it into her grasp. He'd already gone through that once today, he had no wush to do so again.
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Post by Harbinger on Jun 16, 2008 14:56:48 GMT -5
Raban watched with tired eyes, his licking forgotten. He hadn't been doing that great a job of cleaning himself anyway. Sighing huffily, he laid down with his head on what passed for his front paws. His position now was jarring but he didn't seem to be bothered by it. he was just too tired from fighting against a strength comparable to his own.
Chestnut reached out gently with her velvety muzzle to Charity's shoulder, the silent question clear; 'are you okay?', or something to that effect.
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