[P] pay mind to the demons
p. Skoll
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Feel free to pp the loner as much as you want.

It was a rather cool summer day; the slight breeze tugged at Tasha’s thick coat and brought a kiss of cold to her skin. Usually, she would have stayed inside and practiced flute or read some, but she hadn’t been outside for a while, and was itching for the fresh air. Even though she was in the Labor tier, Tasha would still go on an occasional patrol when no other activity suited her fancy. Such was today; she’d begun at the territory edge near Fairy Lights and was making her way south, garbed in her tattered cloak to keep the blunt of the cool air away. Despite the cool day she was comfortably warm; her Husky blood gifting her with thick fur that recycled body heat efficiently.

Most of her patrol was uneventful, though only half of her mind was in it. The other half was somewhere else, pondering over the past week’s events and considering new tunes to play on her flute. She’d been quietly humming one of the latter to try it out, and was completely absorbed in herself. Had she been paying more attention, she may have noticed him sooner.

There was a crack of a twig, and that was all the warning Tasha had. She raised her head to find the hunched and matted figure of a loner straddling the territory line in front of her, a frightening snaggletooth smile plastered on her face, maybe not completely sane. The Viscountess parted her jaws to cry out but a hand closed over her mouth, and she was being manhandled into the forest that didn’t belong to Cour des Miracles. The breath was crushed from her lungs as she was flung to the ground, slightly stunned. Tasha grasped for a single coherent thought, but anything she’d begun to cook up flew from her mind as her captor’s rank breath crossed her nose. What’s your name, pretty girl? Came the question, a pair of sickly yellow eyes swimming into her vision. Tasha took not a moment too long for a bloodcurdling scream to flow from her throat, only to be cut short with a sharp kick to the ribs. She coughed and tried to push herself up on her elbows, but that effort was quickly thrown to the wind as a foot came down on her lower back, pinning her small figure quite efficiently to the ground. Please. She rasped, struggling fruitlessly under the loner’s heavy foot. You make one more sound, and I slit your throat. Understand? Something cold pressed against her throat, and Tasha was almost certain it was a sharp claw, inches away from puncturing her jugular. It was all the girl could do not to call for help again, but she kept her mouth closed in fear of her life.

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The air had a bite of autumn in it -- but Skoll knew that the Kingdom would suffer many more hot days before the season of his birth came. It was odd to think that he would be three years old soon -- another four seasons of experience and change behind him.


Three years. Three deaths.


The wolfdog paused at the forest's edge, staring into the darkness that blanketed Ethereal Eclipse's sun-malnourished forest floor. In places slants of light fell through broken branches, and greenery sprouted below, climbing high and fighting other crowded plants for a shot at filling the canopy. He sank claws into the cool, rich soil and inhaled the familiar scents of home. And, in reflection of all that he had done these past three years, what little he had accomplished... It made him feel like a lost lamb.


The great gold-colored halfling sat in the shade of a massive oak, bowing his head to pray -- and not a moment later twisted ears at the sharp, too-abrupt sound of a scream.


He was not the fastest or the strongest, but his Secui granted him speed and strength he did not generally have. And he did pray -- as honestly and fervently as he ever had. He bulldozed through the vegetation, twigs snapping in his face and leaving sore lines in his fur, tufts of fur ripped by thorns, and did not hesitate as he saw the hunched, skinny timber-marked back. He snarled, and as his niece's attacker drew his head up to face the threat, a claw leaving the other's throat with a last nick as threat if she tried to run -- Skoll leaped at him.


Lionlike, he sprang, and knocked into the other. They fell in the grass, but Skoll pinned the other with his weight, claws snagging on matted fur and muzzle wrinkled at the illness on the others' breath. He snapped threateningly in the loner's face as the nasty man braced his throat with his arm, but called: Tasha, run.



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This was where she was to die. Tasha had always wondered what would happen in the moments before death. Would her life flash before her eyes? Would she see the face of her dead mother and brother? Maybe Niro was dead, too. Would she see her family? Would they welcome her? She didn’t know, and she’d hoped she’d have more time before she found out. But with something cold settling in her stomach, she came to accept the fact that there was no way out of this. This man would do what he wanted with her, maybe keep her as a slave or a toy; but her life would already be over. Ripping sounds reached her ears, and she risked a glance down, to where the evil man’s scraggly claws were tearing at her father’s cloak, which was twisted atop of her like a blanket of death. This simple action; the one where she witnessed the last possession she held of her father being ripped as though it was nothing, made her heart fall. The girl closed her green gaze and rested her nose in the cool summer grass, defeated. She prayed to a God that she didn’t believe in, then, that she wouldn’t die now. That she wouldn’t be dragged away. And she was answered.

A snarl that didn’t belong to the loner caused her eyes to fly open, and she jerked her head back, away from the deadly claw, to catch a glimpse of golden fur turned to fire in the sunlight. Skoll. She tried to yell for him, but her voice was stuck somewhere between her mouth and her stomach. As if he knew this would be his last threat, the loner swiped his claw across her throat, a bloody collar left in its wake. She found her voice with a scream harsh to the ears; the pain was different from what she’d experienced before. It was intimate, something like a vice of fire that wrapped around her neck, more sensitive nerves singing with pain.

The weight of the timber man’s foot was lifted graciously from her back, and instantly Tasha hauled herself to her hands and knees. She ripped the cloak where it was fastened around her throat, throwing it to the trees as she gasped for breath through the hurt. The wound was not deep, just long; and in such an unfortunate place that the pain was more than it should have been. Tasha’s head snapped up at her uncle’s voice, which was a mistake; she winced as she stretched her neck too far.

He didn’t need to warn her twice. She hesitated for only a second, before using a tree to drag herself to her feet. A single unsteady step was all that she needed for her body to reset itself and for adrenaline to flood her veins. She ran; away from what could have been her killer, seeking the safety of the trees she knew as home. Her burst of speed was short; she was too shaken up to sprint for more than a minute. The girl slowed, heaving breath, before slumping against a nearby trunk. Vaguely, she compared Skoll and the loner in her mind and knew that the filthy man stood no chance against her uncle, and she needn’t run any farther. Warm liquid dripped past her chest, and she remembered her wound, bringing her fingers to the gash against her neck. The blood was already beginning to clot and slow; it certainly was nothing life-threatening, even if it stung painfully. Tasha could only hope Skoll came back without any wounds.

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Sorry for the wait!

See galleries for credit.

His niece's scream rang out, raw and piercing, and told him he had not been fast enough -- but his warning and assault of the loner bought her the time and motivation to run. No longer worried for her, smelling no others, he focused on the gruesome creature pinned beneath him. The other's forearm pressed further against his neck and kept chomping jaws at bay, but Skoll dragged grey claws across the other's chest and shoulders and strained to snap closer.

At first -- Skoll had hopes to end this without violence, but spit in his face and a wild, defiant snarl from the attacker told him that would not be the case.

Snarls and curses turned to gagging and silence, and several minutes later Skoll limped into the trees, following the scent of blood and fear. Tasha, he called, voice hoarse; he would feel the bruises to his throat and ribs once the adrenaline faded. He lapped blood from the side of his muzzle and grimaced at the taste, pushing aside the very recent memory of a crunched windpipe, and found her at last: collapsed near a tree.

Did he hurt you? Your neck, he murmured, and approached her -- ears low and body tense in case she responded badly. He sought to press his nose close to her and lick at some of the blood streaming from her neck -- a wound that did not seem deadly, at least. Thank the Lord, he added, and exhaled an achy breath.

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Wow I'm sorry this is late and I suck. Also, tAshA yoU BiG bABY
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The girl pressed her spine against the rough bark of the tree, chest heaving from adrenaline, fear, and her burst of speed. It took all of the strength in her legs to hold her upright, and a good bit from her hands, too, because she was sinking her claws into the trunk to assist in keeping herself from falling. After the immediate danger was gone, she realized how weak she was from terror and running; her hands shook, and she shoved them harder against the bark to steady them. Tasha closed her eyes, and found she could not stay in the dark for longer than a second; sickly yellow eyes and snaggleteeth haunted her, so burning and bright she was certain the images had been printed on the back of her eyelids. Instead, she tried to focus on the golden leaves fluttering down in front of her, take comfort in their gentle swaying motions. Her heart felt like a hummingbird; going two hundred beats a second without pause. She was certain she’d have a heart attack, and she nearly did when she heard crunching behind her.

The Viscountess whipped around, fear bright in her feverish eyes, before she found the yellow figure of her uncle. Relief almost sent her to her knees, but she only stumbled, catching herself with a hand on her new best friend, Mr. Tree. Skoll. The name was a dry sob, and she pushed herself up against his chest, hugging him so tightly she was sure he probably couldn’t breathe. She had a terribly bad case of the hiccups, chest convulsing at an even pace while strangled sounds escaped her throat. Tasha wasn’t sure if they were crying sounds or hiccup sounds. Oh my god oh my god oh my god, The Takekuro loosened her grip and took a half step back, though she stayed close to him, too afraid to wander more than a few inches away. Are you- Hiccup. -okay? Hiccup.


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His nearly leonine and bloodied Secui form was likely not the most comforting sight, but it was still wolfish and very much Skoll. Green eyes softened with concern as he pressed closer to her, and when she collapsed into him, warms wrapped around his broad neck and shoulders, he rumbled softly in reassurance. He tucked his chin against her shoulder in the only lupine hug he could muster, licking the ruffled fur.

I'm fine, don't worry about me, he urged her. He would feel his new bruises very strongly later, and as adrenaline waned could feel his sore sides and small cuts now. Ssshh. I'm not hurt. He made himself look at her rather than back over his shoulder at the dead man.

This shouldn't have happened, was his immediate thought -- one before all others. Tasha, the bear, the sea, Dad, Maman -- none of it should have happened while he was there. He licked bloodied lips, pulled a face, and rubbed at his snout with the wrist of a massive paw. I'm glad you're okay. We need to take you to someone -- Liam, maybe. Treat that so it doesn't get infected. He set his foot down and exhaled a massive, exhausted sigh. What am I gonna do with you, he murmured, and smiled at a weak attempt at humor. First bobcats, now this.

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Even in her Optime form, Tasha barely surpassed Skoll in height whilst in his four-legged form. His figure was thick and steady, easily giving herself something solid to anchor herself too. After hanging on his neck like a little girl for a reasonable amount of time, she rocked back, sinking to her knees in the leaf-litter. Now her golden uncle towered above her. She was grateful; he created a sort of wall between herself and the border where the nightmare had occurred. Her heartbeat was already beginning to slow back to normal, but the after-effect of adrenaline would take a while to wear off. Her hands shook minutely, and the girl pressed her forearms into her thighs to steady them, taking a stuttering, deep breath.

Tasha was very prone to accidents. First the bobcat, which had given her the thick scars on her flank, half-concealed beneath her fur; and now a run-in with a mangy loner. She wouldn’t let herself think about what could have happened had Skoll not showed up. The Viscountess couldn’t help but remember Pascal telling her how the golden knight had rescued him from a “bad man”- killing the intruder in the process. Now she’d certainly have a story to tell the boy- almost identical to his own. Why was she such a danger magnet?

The girl barely heard his words- something about Liam, and healing- but she managed a weak smile at his comment of bobcats and what to do with her. She was still too shaken to respond, though, so instead she focused on the fluttering bird in her chest, forcing herself to calm down. Slowly, she felt the after rush fading from her strained muscles, and she ran her fingers across her throat, wiping away the congealed blood, grateful that the injury had mostly stopped its bleeding. It was then, staring at the crimson staining her fingers, that the solution came to her. You can teach me how to fight, Skoll. She blurted, raising her head, eyes bright and almost feverish with the recent running. If I can fight, I won’t get into trouble anymore. She nodded to herself, then, the idea growing on her the longer it sat in her chest. The bobcat, the kidnapper- both of them, not a problem, if only she knew how to ward them off. She wasn’t sure she’d get so lucky the third time; first Temeraire, now Skoll. She was running out of knights in shining armor.


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