[P] [M] Organized Robbery
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[Image: Nazman.png]“There's only one of them left,” Cage's smirk played on his features like a mischievous cat.

Nazar's blue eyes reached to the pale wolf before turning back to the campsite. They'd been watching it for hours, but finally John was alone. The other male had made off with his horse, and another slender man.  The woman was unaccounted for. If they were going to hit the camp, now was the time to do it.

Silent steps carried Cage and his property, expertly cutting through the brush and ground cover, slithering their intentions into the camp without a sound.

Slowly Cage moved to John's left, and Nazar, to John's right. Kneeling, the white wolf braced himself over the sleeping coyote and his servant lifted his foot. All at once, Cage wrenched dark locks back and a knife appeared, hovering at John's throat, and Nazar's heavy foot stepped down on the auburn man's back.

“Wake up, John,” The smooth, relaxed tones betrayed the blade Cage's hand, but he knew that the weapon would be enough to have anyone question their next move very delicately. Rather than wait for his victims response, he lifted his head to Nazar, “Grab what you can. Make it fast,” He returned his attention to the man in hand, “You, on the other hand. Don't move,” A tightened grip coiled through the coyote's hair and he tugged harder, turning the blade against John's skin, “Don't be a hero.”

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[Image: zuUHm3s.png]Waking suddenly was never a good thing, especially not by reason of someone rudely grabbing his hair and yanking him upwards using his neck as a lever point. See you'd think he'd be into that kinda shit but turns out it was only specific scenarios.

A heavy foot slammed down on his back and had him considering the merits of deep tissue massage. Before he could do much of anything the cold bite of a knife was set against his throat, rubbing all friendly like against his adam's apple as he swallowed. It reminded him heartily of the cave with Wayne, only not quite so buddy buddy. Grunting sharply, John held himself very still beyond the first moment, not having a desire to sport a red smile any time soon.

"Y'know, takes more'n a fresh hand t'get me t'drop m'pants. He grinned, teeth flashing in the stillness, his voice gravel-hoarse with sleep, "Least yer could do is buy me a drink first, if'n yer swain."

If he was gonna die, he'd go out laughing.

"Oh trust me, I ain't no hero." Rolling his eyes as far as was possible, he pegged the big bastard that'd used him as a stepping stone from the edge of his periphery.

"Th'fuck they puttin' in th'cereal these days. Christ." This one looked like he could be the by-blow of that ripped-ass motherfucker that'd chased him and Wayne that one time. Ahh, lady luck, that fickle bitch was pissing on him again. You think he'd be used to it by now.

"So what's th'plan boys? We ain't got much shit worth stealin' y'know. We're a bunch of poor-ass son's of bitches. Wha's yer name? How're y'likin' the area so far? S'nice, right?" The conversational tone did not match up with tight gurgling in his bowels that promised the cold clutch of fear. A dart of the eyes and the fact of his being held hostage spoke volumes that Wayne wasn't around.

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[Image: Nazman.png]Nazar lifted his foot from the man's back, his pale eyes set on the white male for a moment, before begrudgingly heeding the instructions given. Now was not the time for his master plan. He needed to wait for the perfect opportunity. Until then, he moved over to the tent that sat near the fire and started rummaging through it.

Cage on the other hand, wasn't exactly enjoying the charge he'd put under his own custody. He was snarky, and obviously had very little concern for his own well being. The more he spoke, the more distant Cage's eyes went, up until the deadpan frown on his face turned into a snarl, “For fuck's sake, will you shut up?” Pulling the knife away from John's throat, just enough to use his fisted hair to slam his face against the ground, the pale wolf demanded silence in the best way he knew how. Tugging John's head back up, he arched that knife against his neck again, and his maw drew close to those tawny ears, “But since you asked, It's quite the lovely setting. I might enjoy it at your camp again, should you make it out of this alive.”

On the other hand, the woodsmoke coywolf pulled his head out of the tent, a pack of dried meat in hand, and went to work digging around the other collections of crap that they had strewn over the campsite. The still wasn't a target to Nazar. What they needed were supplies.

Large paws crossed in front of their hostage, and with a flick of his foot he cast dust into John's face, before ultimately making his way to the other tent that stood against the woody background. Taking a knee, he drew low to the earth and started digging through everything inside to find anything they could use.

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[Image: zuUHm3s.png]Oooh, success, he'd made enough of an annoyance of himself to bother molesting a little further. Now, it didn't feel all too pleasant having his face smashed into the ground, but he didn't hear no crunch so it weren't broken. It bled a hell of a lot though, John snorfled out a nose-full of blood and spit and contemplated his next move... or not move as it were.

"Sorry, no can do, pardner. They says Ah got a big mouth." Twisting as far as could be believed that he weren't trying to escape, John waggled his eyebrows in view of his captor, lewdness inherent in the twinkle of his eye.

And well, damn him if the big bugger didn't lean right on in and murmur against his ear all sultry like. He flicked the ear, flapping the white man in the face with it, "Ooh, talk dirty t'me, y'know Ah like it rough."

The dust kicked into his face stuck to the blood that dribbled from mouth and nose, giving him a road-run look about him and he hissed through his teeth, blinking the grit from his eyes.

He could hear the other one rummaging through their stuff and said a goodbye to the few things they did own that were worth stealing. If they put hands on Obsti though, who was placidly munching on the standing hay at the other side of camp watching this go down, they'd have a real fight on their hands. Not from the Virginian himself, but from the stubborn damn mule that didn't like to do nothing that anybody said.

"Ayy," He called to the blue-eyed one, shoving his luck just that little further, "Y'know yer friend here is awful tense, ain't y'doin' what a good buddy's s'pposed t'do? That ain't very sportin' of y'now." He paused a moment, before carrying on jawing away at what surely was a ticking time bomb, "Though, t'be fair, th'size of him, Ah'd be squeamish too, ay man?" Green eyes darted back to his captor, an eyebrow raising itself sardonically.

This'd be a hell of a tale to tell to Wayne, if he managed to survive this situation.

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[Image: Nazman.png]A bloody nose didn't stop that mouth from running, and the expression that plagued Cage's features was one of melting joy. With every instance that John mouthed off, he grew tired. This wasn't as amusing as pestering servants, and it seemed like very little joy came of resisting a hard red line across John's throat. Cage managed a tighter grip despite his growing irritation and gave the dark hair another sharp tug.

As John soon started piping his maw toward Nazar, at the slave's expense, Cage's features grew hard. He watched as Nazar pulled himself out of that tent, and saw the servant as he got to his feet.

Piercing sights fell on the auburn man, a defiance in them that still remained strong despite what his body had suffered. Nazar stopped within a foot of the yammering vulture, and Cage's sights silently ordered that the coywolf stop in his tracks. The detained Cavalier's lip lifted, a display of fangs was a warning. John hadn't dared to shut his mouth yet, and Nazar's foot drew across the coyote's face as quick as a whip. That'd be enough to keep green eyes off him, and hopefully enough to keep the word 'friend' out of the conversation when it came to the white male.

Cage's maw split into a wide smile, a daring laugh slipping through as Nazar turned away to finish pilfering through the stuff that they had, “Aha. I think he likes ya'.”

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[Image: zuUHm3s.png]Gleeful he might appear, the fact of it was that the situation would rapidly decline if something didn't happen some kind of soonish. Where was Wayne when you needed the rascal to be sticking his nose in.

Hissing through his teeth as the pale one yanked on his hair a second time. It brought a winced tear to his eye, he might be a man used to being beat down but that didn't make the beating down any more pleasant for familiarity. Still, there was a show to be kept up here and he forced the words through his bleeding jaws loudly, hoping against hope that'd it'd carry in the forest beyond camp,

"Oh yeah, harder, Daddy." He even managed to make a convincing moan of it, flexing beneath the heavy pressure on his back. If they were gonna make him uncomfortable, well then, they could join him to wallow down in the pit of it.

That knife pricked against his neck, promising what retribution he'd earned from it and yet that didn't stop him none, he maintained that the only exercise he got was through pushing his luck. Blood welled from the small nick, but that was nothing in comparison to what he was about to receive.

The big one bared teeth. Ohohoh, was there dissension in the ranks? Did someone not want to tow the line. Well now, weren't that interesting.

For a moment he was free of it, bereft of the knife's weight but that didn't help him none when it was followed through with a nutcracker kick to his skull that set the canaries singing in the back of his brain. Never one to let the opportunity pass him by, he flexed his neck with the momentum and was sure to let the eruptive spray of blood and saliva splatter all over the pale furred Cage's face and neck.

"Ah thinkb so tboo." John garbled as his face throbbed in agony, eyes watering. Wiping his cheek against the ground, he spat out another mouthful of blood and tried again,

"Well ain't you jest th'sunshine boy, not so friendly now. Y'swing a good'un though jest like m'wife." The Virginian called after the retreating giant in a raised voice so the stony man would hear him. A compliment, for Z swung a mean one when she felt like it. She liked to go for the nuts though, a dangerous woman, that one.


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