[m] Chasing Old Ghosts

[p] Vannah - Hydrostone District

POSTED: Sat Mar 14, 2015 5:09 am

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.


OOC: Set the evening of the 18th, Hydrostone District Halifax. Feel free to power play waking him up if ya want, juuuust needs to be gentle enough that he can reasonably make it back to AT. :P

IC:

It had been near a week since the rains had stopped, and approaching a month since Kit had got his first taste of freedom. The rust colored coywolf still didn't carry him with nearly as much confidence as he once did, but he had become more and more willing to wander from his home, and less reluctant to make eye contact with others. He'd even started to become better at hunting, albeit very much a work in progress, but with a full belly, Kit had decided to set off toward Halifax a second time. It had been his plan almost two weeks previous to make the journey, only to be interrupted by the storm's return, and turn back with nothing but bruises to show for it.

Halifax had been where Kit remembered meeting a number of people he used to know, and had figured it would be a good place to maybe run into them again, or at least relive some of his old memories. Most were very fond memories, like his moments with Terra, or the still awkward drunken night he had spent with Axelle, but a few, like his encounter with Eris and her slave, those brought Kit an unpleasant mix of shame and desire. Despite his intentions to find old faces, Kit had instead found only new ones, and the stench of a city that was still recovering from the flooding he had not been present for.

With night falling, the coywolf had decided to spend one last night in the city, rather than continue traveling to reach the outskirts. Filth still clinging to most of the ground left Kit with few ideal locations for a place to sleep, the male eventually settling on a former bus stop bench. It was more open than he wanted, but the smell was bad in the open air, and nearly unbearable for the male inside most of the buildings. After a bit of tossing and turning, the naked Luperci found the right position on his side, and slowly drifted off to sleep in the chilly night air, becoming oblivious to the world around him.
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POSTED: Wed Mar 25, 2015 12:41 am

The rains had stopped, the grounds were soggy and spongy, but not unwalkable. Myr had taken Davion, whom he had renamed Horus, to Aniwaya to meet his adopted mother, Gemma, and the woman had taken to her new (also adopted) grandson with delight. Family was about the heart, not the blood. That seemed to be the family motto.

Horus no longer asked about his birth parents, it was as if he no longer even remembered them. Myr was grateful for that, because if they had returned after abandoning the small boy in his care, he might have killed them. Literally. Abandoning your offspring was as grievous a crime as murder or rape in Myr's book.

He watched the snowy boy race across the uneven ground. The last two weeks had done the young male good, his frame had begun to fill out, his energy levels had sky rocketed. It was gratifying to see to the healer's eyes. A noise made the healer still, his gaze drawn in the opposite direction of where his son was.

And then a sharp snarl rang out, and Myr's hackles raised. He charged in the direction of where his son had vanished, an answering snarl on his lips. He didn't see that Horus had accidentally awoke a stranger who was sleeping, all he saw was that the stranger (who reeked of Anathema, he noted distantly,) was snarling at his son, who was cringing away, his blue eyes full of fear.

Myr threw himself between the stranger and his son, his fist already swinging at the stranger. No one would hurt his son for any reason.

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POSTED: Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:17 am

As the world around Kit drifted away, the rust colored male's breathing had become a slow steady thing, his sleep sound for a while. Vague dreams taking the place of reality, pleasant illusions that caused Kit's eyes to flutter gently behind closed lids, the russet coywolf even smirking slightly as he imagined himself far in the past. It had been a dream that he'd had before, the cart's goods in the open for him to steal, while their owners drank themselves into a stupor around a fire. Except where the other dreams had reflected his past reality, and quickly become nightmares, this time he had the sense that he would succeed.

That was at least the case, until someone bumped into him, the contact translated into Kit's dream as a shattering of his previously pleasant dream. The would be victims of his theft immediately atop him, pinning him to the ground, intense fear filling Kit just before he would open his eye wide, a vicious snarl erupting from him. A wild fearful gaze, blurred by just having left sleep, and from flailing himself off of the bench, would search for the traders attempting to pin him down. Instead of his nightmare though, Kit found only Halifax, and the wide eyed youth that had bumped into him.

By the time Kit registered that he had been having a nightmare, it was too late, the younger canine's snarling guardian pushing himself into view. The russet male's ears would pin back in surprise, as his own arm went up to try and shield himself from the first blow to his face that send Kit into an even more sprawled out position. With no idea what the other male's intentions were for him, Kit would desperately try to get back up, his own growl picking back up, the coywolf trying to remember what he had learned from his short wrestling lessons with Nyx. Of course, nothing he had learned told him how to fight someone that was standing, while he struggled to get to his knees, before more blows fells.
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POSTED: Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:37 am

There was a rage inside of him, one that burned hot and fierce. The snow furred healer had felt it before, on several occasions, but he had always kept it reigned in. But the idea that someone could possibly hurt his son, the son he had rescued from the cusp of death... That tore down the walls he had built to keep his rage in check. He didn't register the arm that the stranger raised to try to protect his face. All he felt was the strangely satisfactory thud of his fist meeting the canine's jaw. Even as his first fist met the hybrid's jaw, he was extending his retractable claws and swinging for the face again.

Jace's lessons were playing in his memory. He could hear her voice advising him to go for the weak spots, and if he couldn't tell what the weak spots were to make one. The stranger was sprawled out in an undignified pose, his arms up to shield his face. As he registered this fact, his hand was changing course to slice at the chest and gut of the stranger. He could hear Horus behind him, yipping out something in his tiny voice. The scarred healer did not slow his course, he had his opponent on the ground, he wouldn't stop.

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POSTED: Wed Mar 25, 2015 1:58 am

It had been a long time since Kit last felt pain, his most recent masters having never been given a reason to harm him, but the male handled the punch to the face well enough. More came after that however, the russet male unable to get off the defensive from his poor position, only narrowly rolling over to avoid the clawed strike at his face, but exposing himself for the follow up directed at Kit's chest. Where he had snarled back as a challenge, Kit would yelp with the stranger drawing painful red lines across his chest.

Fear was quickly setting in with the escalation, Kit deeply worried that the stranger meant to kill him, that possibility far outweighing the any other that came to the male's mind. "Wait! Please! I surrender..." Kit would frantically yelp, as he tried to avoid the worse of his attacker's fury by rolling to the side, causing more painful slashes to fall along his back, and side. Somewhere beyond the primal fear was shame at trying to surrender without putting up much of a fight, but Kit would only feel that later. Tail tucked, cowering, and with his scarred back toward his attacker, the coywolf would try to endure the abuse, and accepted the obvious defeat, occasionally whimpering "Please...".
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POSTED: Wed Mar 25, 2015 2:32 am

Myr felt a smug sense of satisfaction fill him as the thin lines of torn flesh began to well with ruby bright blood. The hand that had punched had lifted for another round of punishing strikes. The hybrid fell to his side as the blows fell on unprotected flesh. He moved in again, his snarl echoing in the air between the duo, and the hybrid male began to yelp. Myr paused, his shaggy mane falling over his eyes as he stared at the hybrid through narrowed eyes. The hybrid had rolled himself into a ball, with his back toward the healer turned warrior.

Myr drew in a slow breath, exhaling slowly to calm his racing heart. He had yet to speak words, his snarl dying down to a discontent rumble in his chest. He straightened, looking down as there was a nudge at his ankles. Despite the fact that she had been absent for over a year, for a brief moment he expected to see his ghostly sister Tameri nuzzling his ankles. It was Horus, however, and the male was relieved. His son was safe, and this hybrid from Anathema would not be attacking any pups. Myr had protected his son in the way his father had been unable to protect Tameri.

Now he spoke as he scooped his scrawny son into his arms, cradling the boy protectively. "If I ever see you near my son again, I will kill you." His voice was cool, but deadly serious. This was no idle threat he delivered to the Anathemian. He turned his back on the cowering wretch, suddenly deciding he was ready to go home. He wanted Horus safe behind the borders of Midnight Shores again.

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POSTED: Tue Apr 07, 2015 4:07 am

OOC: Figured I'd give it a closing post~

IC:

Kit remained in a ball, shivering with fear at being at someone else's mercy again, and would whimper at the pain from his fresh wounds. Expecting the abuse to continue for a while, Kit felt surprise when the strikes ceased apparently early, but would remain in his submissive posture throughout the other male's cold words. Even as he could hear his attacker walking away, Kit would remain on the filthy ground for several minutes after.

Slowly the coywolf would start to get up off the ground, looking around as though afraid his attacker might still be around, only feeling relief when he was truly alone. Wincing occasionally as moving caused the wounds on the front and back of his torso to flare up in pain, but Kit would start to walk westward regardless of that. Staying inside the city wasn't really an option without food, and he had a long way to get back to anathema, the only place the russet male knew he would feel safe with himself vulnerable. Being captured by an opportunistic slaver was unlikely, but was a strong motivator that pushed Kit toward the western edge of the city, trailing sporadic drops of blood in the filthy streets.

Eventually, unable to continue due to exhaustion, Kit would fall asleep on the western edge of the city, wishing he'd left sooner to head back home, instead of deciding to stay that one extra night.
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