[M] SNAP!!

Liev Morozov · 04-29-2011, 06:31 PM

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Out of Character

Coding by Sie.

I'mma closing this B|

In Character

The younger male beneath him tried to escape his grasp, but didn't succeed. Every struggle made the Russian stiff his body further more, immobilizing the other more every second. Soon enough, the other seemed to give up on escape and, for a second, Liev noticed a glimpse of reason on the Dasa's lost gaze. He was returning to his senses.

He stopped to struggle in the same time the older warrior's arms began to burn. The Anzu dropped his hold on the male and moved away a bit, purple eyes looking at J'adore. The questtion was clear in his eyes. "Are you okay?" As soonas the other nodded a yes, he turned back to the other Anatheman, kneeling down to the ground with a careful yet caring hand on his shoulder, his blade on the other.

Luckily for all three on the scene, his blue eyes weren't hazy with the blood frenzi anymore. The Russian sighed in relief to that and got up, showing a helping hand to the other. Reluctant for a second, the Dasa finally took it and got up, shaking the snow from his fur. An tense glare was shared between the two nemesis, but eventually, J'adore thanked for the help and left, without another single word.

The remainning two stood there for a second before the lighter man turned to the other and invited him to join him back to the caves. Alaki, however, simply ignored him and went the other way.

Alone, the Russian could barely remember what was it he was meaning to do before all this mess began. He studied the damaged snow blanket on the ground, their steps marked deep on the frozen water, a few drops of blood here and there. He sighed, this time of simple fatigue. The male glanced once more to the still scenario, and walked back to the tree Alaki jumped off of. With a single, strong slash, the Anzu marked the bark deeply, a few single drops of sap escaping the wound. In this place, innocent blood was shed. Little, but still. And like the tree had done nothing to deserve the injury, neither did J'adore. Alaki was out of his sanity, dragged into the bloodlust instinctive to warriors most of the times. On the remaining Anatheman's view, he could not be judged. But yet, it was only his fault for succumbing to that frenzi.

Liev washed his hands off - figuratively -, and simply walked away back to the caves. Try as he may, any possible livestock on the surroundings would have fled away from the commotion, and there was no use restarting his search for those.

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