Niitari
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What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Jan 20, 2015 2:59:57 GMT
Kieran grunted, blood welling up in his throat, spilling out his disfigured face, and washing down his neck and chest. He had made a very grave mistake trying to change, a mistake he could not easily correct. Did he dare risk shifting again? He should not. He risked killing himself. And then where would that leave him?
He let out a strangled screech when he was picked up suddenly, lying limp in this new weredragon’s grip. It was awkward for him, as he was not exactly small anymore, just a misshapen lump that was neither man nor beast but some unholy meld of the two. A disgusting freak. He flinched at the sound of bullets whizzing past. And then his gaze was pulled upward as he heard feathers ruffle. He can’t be serious!? he thought in horror. He’s never flown before! He knew this from simple intuition. Myles had never smelled like a weredragon or any beast until now. He was obviously just awakened. Any attempts at flying, or God forbid, fire breathing or using whatever power he possessed, were certain to fail, doubtless backfire and hurt or kill them both. This boy was being too reckless. And here he was, useless and helpless in Myles’s clutches. Knowing his life lay in this fresh shifter’s uncertain claws made him rather paranoid.
He wriggled around in Myles’ grip, freezing in fear when the weredragon actually took off. He blinked painfully at the rush of the wind, his eye threatening to explode out of his head at any point. He looked all around him, black seeping at the edges of his vision along with dark red as vessels burst from the strain. “Damn it put medown before you kill us all!” He shrieked, his mismatched throat and voice box phasing between human speech and the dragon speech. Another mouthful of blood welled up in his throat and streamed down his face from the corners of his mouth. He coughed harshly, gasping for air, in a sort of death throe for a moment as he struggled to breathe. I really have screwed up with this one, damn it all.
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Niitari
Seal Clapping Analyst
What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Jan 30, 2015 1:31:15 GMT
Kieran sucked in a sharp breath as they plummeted, bracing himself as the dragon crashed to the ground under him. The impact was deafening, and every part of his body was badly jolted from the hit. He gnashed his teeth and his vision went out like a light. He went limp in Myles' grip: he was bleeding profusely and still in that deformed, demonic state of neither human or dragon but some abomination in between. He was trapped between the forms, and although the splits in his skin and exposure of his insides had caused severe damage, the bleeding was grinding to a halt. He was lathered in it from head to toe, but the actual leaks were petering out into light trickles now. His breaths were a little shallow, and his heartbeat was fluttering, but he was stable and alive, merely out of it. If there was some way for him to revert to his original form, either human or dragon, it was hard to say now for he was too injured to do either.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2015 2:49:45 GMT
Myles kept on staring at Kieran, watched the bleeding slow down, still expecting the were-boy to suddenly wake up. Still the teen didn’t wake, and he didn’t change forms. Snorting he rested his head on the fallen log he lay beside. Now what?
Like this he was worthless, even more so than he had been when he was human. At least he had been able to make a fire and keep Kieran warm. Now what could he do?
Looking away from Kieran, he looked at the claws that dug into the log. Long, white…and his. His claws. All of this was on a more fucked up level than what he was used too. He was a human, not a were creature. Myles glanced at Kieran. Had the boy somehow infected him? That was how this were thing worked, didn’t it? Would he be cured if he killed Kieran?
Growling, he shut his eyes tightly. Even if cutting – or biting – the were-boy’s throat really meant that he would be cured, he still couldn’t do it. Sighing, he kept his eyes closed. Maybe he just needed some sleep….There wasn’t anything he could do now anyways.
One second Myles was falling asleep and the next his eyes snapped open, nostrils flaring, a snarl ripping out of his throat.
Light blinded him, and he shook his head, moving to get out of the sunlight. He lunged forwards, fangs bared, though he came to a halt when he saw the ginger man kneeling next to Kieran. He stared at the stranger, tilting his head and glancing around before he fixed the man with his narrowed gaze, confused by the horse scent he picked up from him. The scent of prey.
“Are you a friend of Kieran’s?”
Myles growled at the man’s question, seeing the man’s hands slowly move over the teen. Before he stood up and approached him. Moving away, he continued to growl until he reached Kieran and flopped down again. This man knew Kieran?
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Niitari
Seal Clapping Analyst
What am I when I am meaningless? What are you when you mean everything?
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Post by Niitari on Jan 30, 2015 3:11:28 GMT
Kieran just lay there unmoving, his distorted face still bearing that peacefulness of vulnerable slumber despite the gross, twisted mess that was his grim visage. His chest rose and fell slowly in rhythm with his shallow breaths. Even Patrick's arrival and voice and the dragon's subsequent growls and response did not stir him. It was not a typical sleep after all. He had been knocked out by the fall, and his body's status kept him there.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2015 3:37:05 GMT
“I take it you are...”
Myles continued to watch the horse smelling man. When the man came close to Kieran again he lifted up his tail and pushed the man back.
“I’m a doctor. I’ve tended to Kieran and his brother before. I’m not going to hurt him, I swear.”
The man tried to approach again and Myles continued to keep him back with his tail. All he had was this man’s word that he was a doctor, that he wouldn’t hurt Kieran. The teen was still unconscious and there was no way for him to really know if this man was telling him the truth or not.
“Look….I understand that you do not want me to hurt him, but Kieran’s most likely in a fair bit of it right now. I can give him something to help with that. Also, it’s not safe for him. I know there are some that are looking for him, so he needs to hide until he’s better. There’s a house of mine not too far away from here. Both of you will be able to rest there. Does that sound good to you?’
Myles stared down at the man as he spoke and looked away and down at Kieran when he was done. So the teen really was being hunted down. Was hiding what Kieran had in mind earlier? Had that been the next step in his plan? Hiding seemed like the only option they had until the were-boy healed. Blinking, he growled, seeing the man was crouched down beside Kieran.
“You don’t want to go and hide?”
Pushing the man away, he slowly eased claws and paw under the teen and lifted him up slowly.
“I was going to suggest I carry him-“
Myles snorted, baring his teeth and at the ginger.
“But it’s fine if you carry him…just be careful not to hurt him.”
Slowly he curled fingers – or was it toes – around Kieran, gripping him lightly. Looking back at the man, he hissed, backing away slightly when he saw the horse standing in the doctor’s place.
The horse pawed at the ground, ears and tail twitching. With a whinny, the horse turned away and trotted off.
Myles stared after the horse before he slowly followed after him.
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