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Post by Patchwork on Nov 18, 2008 6:04:33 GMT -6
Kiara sighed as she watched the opening credits. she was there by herself and it wasn't that bad. But, she didn't like being alone. She had chosen to see "Bolt", because she herself used to have a dog just like him. A bark makes Kiara look ahead and she notices a girl in the front row. She watching the movie and she seemed... wolfish, or dog-like...
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Post by kristopher on Nov 21, 2008 17:26:05 GMT -6
The echo of barking could be heard from just outside the theatre doors as a dog, large German Shepard cross was growling loudly, Bering its teeth and glaring at me, my long dark and grey hair falling half over my mystic purple eyes as I defensively step back into a wall. Making no noise due to pushing against my own scarf I look at the canine and look around for a way out but there was none. I could easily defend myself if not caught off guard and... I couldn't hurt an animal, even if it was trying to injure me. I thought to myself Great... The one day I take a break and this happens? I sigh still looking at the German Shepard cross in front of me. What now?
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Post by Patchwork on Nov 24, 2008 5:42:16 GMT -6
Kiara hears the different bark and ran outside. The girl from the front row followed and actually ran off into a hallway. A few moments later, a white and crimson wolf leaped onto the german shepard, biting onto it. Kiara watched in horror. "Stop it!" she yelled out in shock. "Fuck," she said under her breath and quickly made a few Wiccan hand seals. She spoke in old Indian and looked at the wolf through her spiritual eyes. One... was the girl, and the other was just a dog with a black color over it. The wolf let go and limped away a bit, her back paw raised in the air. Kiara slid a small gun out of her pocket and aimed at the dog. "I'd run. There are silver, and when they hit warm temperatures, they blow out some painful silver nitrate." She somehow knew that dog understood. The wolf quickly disappeared and Kiara looked around, hoping to take a look at her.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 24, 2008 12:59:36 GMT -6
I pressed my back up against the wall that pinned me in watching the wolf protecting me. I looked on in wonder and shock at what had happened and noticed the animal. It felt more human than it looked. then I looked up, my heart racing as I saw the girl pulling out a gun and mentioning silver it all made perfect sence.... Quickly I stepped forward in front of the crimson and white wolf that was protecting me, kneeling down and stoking her face and feeling the soft fur on my fingers that were not covered by my black gloves. I looked around protectively and my frustration showed in my purple eyes, If the wolf wished to keep running it could, I'd give her the chance to get away if it killed me. Standing up to defend I spoke, "You'll have to get through me first. Lycanthrope Hunter." My words were strong and well spoken with a small. Attempted to be hidden British accent, and yet still fierce and defensive. I thought of the wolf as i stared straight into the girls eyes, and watching the gun. "Thank you... Now it's my turn to help you, wolf warrior..."
((Permission granted to take a shot at me, if you wish. I'll defend anyone who helps me and would take the shot for the crimson and white wolf. Could be an interesting twist.))
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Post by Patchwork on Nov 24, 2008 20:38:00 GMT -6
Kiara watched as the young man stood in front of the wolf.
The wolf watched him as he stood before her. The wolf quickly leapt at Kiara and she fired twice, a sharp yelp heard as the wolf dropped. Kiara watched in horror as the wolf laid still. She kneeled at it and felt fangs in her arm. The wolf had faked it.
Help or defend?
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Post by kristopher on Nov 25, 2008 1:44:47 GMT -6
I looked at the wolf lay still on the floor and tears came to my eyes as I saw the blood staining her beautiful fur, books and old knowledge told me what I needed to do but I could not seam to move myself for a moment. Why the hell would someone take a silver shot to you? I covered my eyes for a moment with my hand, but all was not lost I thought to myself as I stepped to the wolf that lay on the ground and take off my long white scarf gently pushing it down onto the wounds and putting pressure onto them to stop the bleeding. Even though the blood started to soak through to my hands I knew I needed to stop the bleeding at least slightly before anything else could be done. I cursed under my breath as I look at the wolf in front of me. ”Stay with me…. You can do it wolf warrior”[/i] I whispered to her, trying to keep her calm in this sea of pain in which she was drowning, Rage against the girl with the gun built up inside of me, but the injured was more my concern right now.[/color]
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Post by Patchwork on Nov 27, 2008 18:21:48 GMT -6
The wolf let out an odd yelp sound, one of a strained voice. She tore into Kiara's arm and growled, trying to stand but only falling to the ground and half-laid in the young man's lap. Kiara watched with horror, running away out of fear. The wolf looked at the young man as he told her to hold on, some pain in the eyes that were changing to an original blue color. She barked, but it was an off sound. It was like it had been high noted but hard to do.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 28, 2008 1:40:19 GMT -6
I looked at the wounds and into the wolf's eyes. Everything stopped for what felt like an eternity more than a moment, my purple eyes looking into the deep blue of the wolf. Tears came to my eyes and fell down onto the beautiful crimson fur as I held pressure on the bullet wounds with my bloodstained gloves that soaked through to my hands a while ago. I realized that I needed to make sure there was no silver Debee, and on shot looked like it went straight through, the other looked like it had embedded itself. Slowly I took the pressure off the wound and whispered softly "I'm sorry..." As fast as I could I used my bare hands to get the whole bullet out, being shot at such close range there should be little silver nitrate left and if there was it should not react and be disposed by the wolf's body itself. As I took the bullet out I kept my other arm near her head. Bite me if you wish, somebody needs to help you with this pain I thought putting pressure back on the wound.
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Post by Patchwork on Nov 28, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -6
The wolf howled out as the pressure was increased, a trickle of silver being forced out of her flesh when she tensed her muscles up greatly. she panted and laid still for a moment, the pain beginning to fade.
She opened blue eyes and looked at the sky before turning to the man and the blood soaking her fur. the wound burned shut after he removed the bullet, making her flesh sore.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 29, 2008 6:04:26 GMT -6
Letting out a sigh of relief I smiled at the living legend that lay on my lap and with the back of my hand i stoked her face, if I had done it with any other part I would have just got more blood on her. Lifting up my scarf and seeing the wound was gone was no real surprise, knowing that the wolf was lycanthrope. It scared me a little but I still felt that she wouldn't hurt me unless I done something stupid."It's okay now, and don't you worry. I can keep a secret of any size."[/i] I whispered with a strong British accent, I didn't try to hide it right now. My sweet voice clearly showed I cared and I kept stoking the side of the wolf's face looking into her eyes. Only to be interrupted by a few passers by that had clearly never seen a wolf before, let alone one as close as I and her was, then again I would have been in the same place yesterday.[/color]
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Post by Patchwork on Nov 30, 2008 10:53:19 GMT -6
The wolf licked at his cheek. sHe wagged her tail and then turned her head skyward, eyes watching a few clouds. She could speak if she wished, but decided against it. Then, she shook her fur out, her body throwing off the excess blood. She sat down on her haunches and licked her left paw, a ring on her ring finger: it was silver with a sapphire in the center. Once the people left, she let out a groan as she shifted to her human form, shaking her body a little. She smiled at Kris and stood up stright, offering a hand. "Thank you," she said, fixing her jacket.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 30, 2008 13:24:34 GMT -6
Smiling as she licked my face a unfamiliar feeling ran through me, I had not helped anyone out or even really talked to anyone since getting ff the plane that bought me here. Seeing her tail wag calmed me down seeing that she was fine as far as my eyes could perceive. I let out a small sigh in relief watching her as the crowd started to dilute back to their regular routine.
Quickly scrambling to my feet I looked at the girl in front of me and smirked. "No problem... I'm Kristopher, Kristopher Kusack"[/i] I bought my hand up to shake hers, but pulled away and stepped back seeing my hands were still blood soaked and i knelt down and picked up my scarf that was in the same condition as my deep purple eyes looked to her again, forcing a smile to come to my face. "So you're a lycanthrope.... Werewolf or whatever you want to tag it?" I slowly asked no longer hiding my British heritage, folding my scarf in half twice and putting it over one arm. Watching her, and waiting for an explanation.[/color]
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Post by Patchwork on Dec 1, 2008 5:33:06 GMT -6
The girl smiled as he spoke. "Lycanthrope? Heh, You could call it that. It's more of a shift that happens if my emotional stress gets out of hand. By the way, I'm Roxanne. Roxanne Williams." She stretched a little. "Most could consider me a case of clinical lycanthropy... I'm shocked you knew what one was. If you wanna be specific of what I am, it's more like a loup-garoux. Know of it?"
Roxas watched him and then cracked her knuckles, feeling her ring on her finger and smiling. Her husband hadn't come to the theater with her, but she didn't care. It was still nice to know he was only one howl away from her.
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Post by kristopher on Dec 1, 2008 17:02:57 GMT -6
I smiled slightly as I replied, seemingly happy using my old accent "Well I'm not really up to date with the real technicals of it. Just well informed. Nobody really knows me well enough to know my name and my education..." I was genuinely surprised that Roxanne was not walking away at this point. My looks and generally cold personality warded most off at first glance. Not to mention the face my hands were covered in blood and I had my scarf also drenched in my arms.
My hair fell over my eyes as I looked at the ground and let out a small sigh, openly admitting the thing Roxanne was most properly asking herself "About my voice..." I started, not looking up and carrying on after a small, hesitant pause. "I am indeed from England, and I only mask my voice here to throw off my scent, I'm sure you understand?" I slowly looked up at Rox, with my eyes reaching hers. Only a small drop of faith left in these amethysts, wishing for her understanding. I had nothing here, these bloodstained garments and the girl in front of me the closest thing I had to a home in this country.
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Post by Patchwork on Dec 2, 2008 5:48:29 GMT -6
Roxas watched his eyes. "Yes, I do understand. I hid mine for a lomg time until it came out on its own, but by then, I considered here my home." She smiled at him. "If you want, you can come back to my place and I can clean those for you. I'm sure Ash wouldn't care if you used one of his shirts for a while. After all, you did save my life." She then looked to the sky for a moment before stretching.
"What do you say, Kris?" Her accent was gone when she asked, and it sounded out of place for her voice.
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Post by kristopher on Dec 2, 2008 12:40:25 GMT -6
A small Smirk came to my face as I looked up from the floor to Roxas and I nodded slightly. There was no other way to get my clothes clean, and it was better than sleeping under the stars. "If it's not too much trouble" I replied, still not hiding my accent to her, "Honestly it was my pleasure to help you, Rox" I said with confidence, smiling straight at Roxas I slowly took off my blood soaked fingerless gloves and wrapped them in my scarf.
Looking down at my hands there was now and awkward clearer patch in the middle of my hands, getting darker red as it reached my fingers. I took at step toward the exit of the Theatre anxious to get out of the public eye, then looked to Roxas expecting her to know what he meant and lead the way.
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Post by Patchwork on Dec 2, 2008 17:36:38 GMT -6
Roxas nodded and lead the way to a small house out near the woods. She opened the door for Kris.
"Come on in." She said, accent out again. "Make yourself at 'ome."
Inside, Roxas led him to a couch in a front room, where a few gaming systems were near the TV, a collection of DVDs, and then a bit of statues that were settled on the stand. Most were animals, but a few were Sonic the Hedgehog characters.
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Post by kristopher on Dec 3, 2008 9:53:51 GMT -6
I walked in slowly and somewhat unsure, bloodied clothes in hand and took at glance round with with my purple eyes and only the strong colour defining them from the show bellow my fringe in that they hid. My shy side had somewhat taken charge as I stood by the door, not wanting to intrude. "This is a nice place..." I said with a lack of confidence, being in someone else's territory was one of the few things that made me uncomfortable, especially knowing that another male lived here as well. Trouble might stir if he took me being here, a strange young man with blood soaked clothes and a 'unique' fashion sense, the wrong way.
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Post by Patchwork on Dec 3, 2008 16:22:35 GMT -6
"It's alright. Come in. Ash will understand" She offered her hand to him, saying it was okay in her eyes. Roxas never was mean to anyone without them hurting her first. She used to be much like him; shy and unwanting to get into trouble. Now, she often looked for it in Lyoko. She took the bloody clothes and took them into the back, putting them in an empty washer.
"You want anything to eat or drink?" she asked, petting a small cat that sat in the window near Kris. "And if you see a large cat, don't worry. He's harmless." THen, if one was close enough, they could notice that the small cat wasn't a domesticated animal: it was a small lioness cub. "Skittle, be good to our guest," Roxas told the kitten. It mewed and nodded, jumping near Kris. The small tail swayed.
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Post by kristopher on Dec 4, 2008 15:25:18 GMT -6
"Thank you" I said, looking at Rox with a smile. As she went into the back room I saw the small lion cub and after cleaning my hands picking Skittle up in my arms and stroking her face to tail. "hey little cub." I said to her, my voice soft and quite quiet, still with unhidden British heritage. hearing Skittle purr for him made me feel a little more comfortable, I was more of a cat than a dog person.
In response to Roxas' question about if I was hungry or needed a drink I kindly declined. "No thank you, I'm alright with this little fuzz ball." Referring to the cub I held in my arms in a sarcastic way as I stroked Skittle down from head to tail leaning against an empty space of wall. Amethysts shining out from under the shadow of my hair. "Roxanne?" I unsurely asked, with some sort of sudden thought clearly going through my mind.
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