Crimes for our blood

Anatoliy Russo · 05-24-2011, 10:52 PM

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He had not seen them, but he could feel their scent on the wind now and then, and the Russo always, always turned the other way. He did not want to see the woman and the man she had seemingly left him for, the man whose presence sent his hackles rising in rage and disgust. There was something off about him; maybe it was his vile personality and the way he had held onto Anann. Anann.. the thought of her touched his heart with an icy dagger and it hurt so much. He pushed her out of his mind, trying to forget her, ignore her, never think about her ever again. Absentminded, Anatoliy touched his chest, thinking about the necklace he had gotten Anann; a scavenging success, but that day had begun the hell he felt like he lived. Or maybe he was being melodramatic, but the pain was real enough.

And that was when his thoughts again turned to the family he had left. Silas. And he had not spoken to his brother much in a while. He was embarrassed to bring himself before his sibling, his woman lost to another man who he could easily break in half like a twig. Anatoliy then thought of Liliya, who was probably happily back in the motherland again. Maybe she was happy. But Anatoliy felt the guilt that she had caused him, in his defense of her honor. He had attacked Niro, who had slept with his sister and drove her away, for whatever reason. Haven had caught them in the Russian's full fury, and he, in return, answered coldly to the higher ranking Courtier. Perhaps it was beyond time to apologize. But would he take the apology?

Perhaps the stables? Anatoliy headed in that direction, ignoring his surroundings and the lingering scents of the woman. He dreaded seeing her there, and that bastard especially, but he could ignore them and take Haven away to talk privately elsewhere. That bastard did not need to hear him apology humbly to another man, even if that man was more worthy of breathing than the vile leech Keese was. The scent was faint, but there. He had to be nearby. "Haven? Are you here? I am vanting to speak vith you..," he called out to no one, wondering if that was truly so, and he was alone.

Haven Aatte · 05-25-2011, 05:21 PM

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Ever since the day he had found Anann being accosted here in the stables, the Knight had been on edge. He had wanted nothing more than to throw that bastard out of the pack immediately, but seeing as he was a member and he had not made that large of a breach he had stayed his hand. Well, that is to say that Haven had stopped him before he did anything worse to the golden hued femme. The image of the scene he had walked in on made his skin crawl. The Seneschal would be keeping a close eye on that man, a very close eye. If he stepped even one toe out of line again, that would be it. Haven would not allow someone who treated others that way to live in Cour des Miracles, and he had no doubt that Vigilante would agree with him. He was the Seneschal and Knight of the pack, it was his duty to keep the peace and make sure that justice was served. He took that job very seriously, as that cretinous wretch had found out first hand.

The Knight had been doing some cleaning around the stables today, trying to clear his head and take his mind off the disturbing incident. Reorganizing the tack and brushing down some of the horses that obviously hadn't had one in a few days. Drogon became a little jealous that his friend was paying attention to the other equines and started to raise quite the ruckus until Haven placated him with a couple of apples. "You jealous beast," the Aatte said in a soft, kind voice as he petted the equine's strong neck.

A foreign voice called to him, and his bi-colored ears flicked at the request. The Seneschal dusted off his hands and walked to the entrance of the stables, finding Anatoliy outside, the man whom he had had to stop attacking Niro all those moons ago. As he looked at the pierced male his expression was cool, though not as icy as it may have been if the Russo had searched him out earlier. "Yes? What do you want to speak to me about?"

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-25-2011, 08:59 PM

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The man was here, and the other man was not. It definitely gave the Russo a chance to be thankful for not seeing Anann around. Haven came for him, having heard his call moments before. The look he received was a far cry warmer than the one he had expected, though far cooler than his highest hope had been for. Still, it was not a raging snarl eager to bite off his head, rending his spine useless. Anatoliy bowed his head slightly, guilt on his face, though it disappeared. Instead was sincere apology, humility, but the guild was gone. "I know zhis is so very late, but I vas vorried zhat zhe time had been too soon before," He glanced about, checking for that son of a bitch. He had made it too obvious though; Haven probably would see it.

"I apologize for my behavior before," he said simply, when satisfied they were truly alone. Beside the equines of course. Anatoliy would have put out his hand for the other man to shake in acceptance for his apology, but it was not a custom he had seen often here in the old New World. "It vas.. unacceptable. However, vhatever reason you vould take, it had been a hard time zhen." It was a hard time now too, but he would not admit weakness to keep his woman to another man. "It has been hard."

Haven Aatte · 05-25-2011, 09:19 PM

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He hadn't come face-to-face with the Russian since that night, though he had kept his ears and eyes open for any further signs that he was causing trouble. The Seneschal had known nothing of the man before that evening and so had no idea whether or not he was prone to violent outbursts. Thankfully, it had seemed that his stern warning had been enough for both him and Niro to cool their heels and he had not heard any tell of more problems with Anatoliy. That was pleasing, but it did not make up for the fact that Haven simply did not know the other man, and so could only base his judgment on that one unfortunate event. Enough time had passed though that he was willing to give the other a second try at a first impression.

The taller luperci was doing well thus far as the Knight silently listened to what he had come here to say. During the short pause he did catch those golden eyes looking around, as if they were concerned about seeing anyone else in their vicinity while he proffered his apology. Was he looking for Niro? That seemed most plausible, but the Aatte wasn't sure. A moment or two more of uncertain silence hung between the two men after Anatoliy finished speaking, then, "Apology accepted." The Russo was obviously sincere, and the Knight was not above forgiveness. "I understand the urge to protect your sister, I'm very protective of my own, but when it comes to packmates we can't allow such behavior. Next time you feel your temper rising, go out and punch something that can't feel; it's what I do." Or hack at it with his sword, either was a good solution.

Jade eyes briefly scanned the area around them, and when he saw no other souls he looked back to the Chevalier. "Who didn't you want to hear? Niro?" He could make no other such educated guesses.

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-25-2011, 09:31 PM

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There was not smile for Haven, though his comment was definitely humorous in another light. He shook his head, wondering what else he could pummel when his anger rose. Now, it was more his sadness that grew in leaps and bounds rather than rage. "Perhaps somevone more vorzhy of pommeling?" he added grimly, eyes devoid of laughter. Really, the world just seemed grey. He was moping, oh he knew. But not that he was about to go out and do something stupid. A bottle was all he had drunk in private in mourning for his lost love. After that, he focused on fishing and finding a boat. So far, his search had failed and no boat was in his possession.

The man noticed his wandering eyes. Anatoliy could not really say he had been trying to be subtle. He tried shrugging it off. "Ah, it is no vone, no vone important," he admitted, then silently cursed himself. The Russo had admitted he had been indeed looking for someone. At least he had not mentioned who that was. "Have you.. have you seen much of anyvone lately?" he asked nonchalantly, knowing it was far too obvious he was fishing for sightings of Anann. Was she still well?

Haven Aatte · 05-25-2011, 09:53 PM

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Haven had expected some kind of reaction to his comment about hitting inanimate objects. It was a little funny—also true—but the Russian seemed devoid of any kind of emotion. His response almost might have made the Knight chuckle if it had been said in a different way. There was nothing behind those gold eyes, only a glossy and void appearance to them. Something was obviously bringing the other man down, though of course the Aatte had no notion of what that might be. He barely knew Anatoliy, much less enough to guess as to what was eating at him. Haven was not the type to shove his nose into another's personal business either, and so he did not ask. "Gods know there's plenty out there worthy of a good pummeling," he replied off-handedly. Some, unfortunately, within the very boundaries of the Kingdom.

Anatoliy shrugged off the inquiry, but it was clear he had been looking for someone. Haven cocked a brow at the dismissive response, but did not inquire further. He didn't feel it was so important an issue as to press the Russo about it. Then the other man asked if he had seen "anyone" lately and he was able to pick up on the not-so-subtle undertones as to who that "anyone" was. He may not have known much about Anatoliy, but he was at least aware that he and Anann were fairly close. "I saw Anann the other day, though not under the best circumstances I'm afraid," the Knight said with a frown as he remembered the grey-coated Serf.

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-25-2011, 10:13 PM

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Anatoliy nodded, feeling his mind wander. For one, he was thankful that Haven did not press the matter, but then his heart was wishful for some company and friendship. It was times like this the Russo realized he was not good at socializing, and that he had few friends among the men and women in the kingdom. He wished he had tried before to make this pack more of a family to him. But it was too late to cry about spilled milk already cleaned. He had to eat his own mistakes. At least he had Haven to briefly converse with. Perhaps Anatoliy would find others in the pack, perhaps to spar or fish with. Anything.

But then her name was mentioned and the light returned to the Russo's eyes, yet pain came on too. "She vas here? Vhat?" There was urgency in his voice, even though he tried his hardest to mask that, if only that. "Vhat happened? Vhy vas zhe circumstance not zhe best?" He somehow hoped that Haven had seen her stabbing Keese to death, but that seemed unlikely. To the Russian, the bastard had replaced him. A big place to fill but that ego swelled enough to fill a fat man's bed.

Haven Aatte · 05-26-2011, 12:01 AM

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Sometimes it seemed that those in the Kingdom that he did not know outnumbered the ones that he did. It was a strange feeling for the man who had been among the pack's founding members. But then the Court had been small; it would have been difficult not to know everyone. There were so many now, and Haven was no longer a bachelor who only had his duties to the pack to worry about. Now he had Princess, and his children to fill his thoughts as well. Loyal as he was to King and Court, his family would always come first if it ever came down to it. He was more concerned about being there to look after his children than making house-calls to all the new souls who wondered into the misfit pack.

At the mention of the golden warrior woman life returned to Anatoliy's personage and puzzle pieces suddenly fit together in the Knight's head. So, they were more than just friends. Or at least the Russo cared for Anann in more than just a friendly fashion. It was easy for someone who had felt love to detect it in another. "Yes, she was here. She often is, what with Rem and all." Surely Anatoliy knew that. He wasn't sure why the Russian sounded so urgent, unless he too had had a run in with Anann's "friend". "I came back from my patrols to quite a ruckus here in the stables. I came in just to see that damned Serf had her pinned up against the wall of the tack room and he slapped her. I taught him a lesson he won't soon forget," the Knight said darkly. It was obvious that Keese had not gotten away with a mere verbal warning as Anatoliy had with his misdemeanor.

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-26-2011, 12:25 AM

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Oh, Anann.. why did you do what you did? The Russo clenched his fists, wondering how her life had changed with him forced out of it. By her doing, her command, but still the Russo wondered if, and hoped that, she missed him and the silent presence he gave her. But maybe it was far too much to wish for. However, he did give Haven a weak smile, shaking his head lightly. "Vhere else vould she be, right?" Anatoliy gave a light chuckle that broke away lightly, before he returned his attention on the man before him. He had also sobered once again.

Especially at the mention of someone pinning and striking his woman, his Anann. His ears flattened; oh, he knew just who that bastard was. He knew exactly who would raise his hand against a woman with more self control than a King. What had she done to deserve it? Probably nothing at all, and that bastard found her insolent. Maybe. Or maybe he was just imagining to soothe himself. "Vas dis man gray? Vith an attitude zhat vould make a calm grandmozher strike him vith a sledgehammer?" he asked with venom, ears still flat on his head. His fists were clenched and there was anger in his eyes.

Haven Aatte · 05-26-2011, 12:44 AM

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The Seneschal was starting to get quite concerned about what was going on with Anann. She was his friend, and now that he thought about it she had seemed rather distant lately. That, coupled with the incident the other day and how Anatoliy was acting concerned the subject of the warrior were painting a picture that the Aatte did not like one bit. It seemed that she had kind of cut ties with the Russian and that seemed out of character for her. Haven made a mental note to try and talk to her about whatever was going on, though he did not expect to find much success in that venture. The woman could be as closed off and stubborn as any soul he knew.

When the other man heard what had happened here in the stables just the other day he had a reaction that Haven could have easily guessed at. Anyone with any sense of propriety and honor would be appalled to hear of such an event, not counting the rage that surely would come to any man who held Anann so close to his heart. The description the Russo gave fit the perpetrator to a T and the more he thought about it all the more the heat in his own blood began to rise. "So you've already had the pleasure too." There was an unusual razor sharpness to the Knight's otherwise genial voice. "I will be watching him very closely. If he tries to strike her again, he'll quickly find himself without a hand." It was a promise, not a threat.

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-26-2011, 12:51 AM

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Anatoliy growled lightly, thinking of the last encounters with that gray male. It felt so awful being unablet to do what his intuition told him to; cut off the bastard's head and be done with it. But that was not his way and he would not murder an innocent. Well, innocent in regards to deserving death. "I've had zhe pleasure of speaking vith him tvice. Tvice he made me knock him down. Vonce he vanted me to help him. Vonce he tried to touch my.. to bozher Anann," he said, correcting himself meekly. Once he had met him in Halifax, ending with a light physical encounter. And once he had fought the man in truth. Both walked away lightly scathed. But the scars on his face were not Keese's doing, but Niro's. So he held them in higher honor. Worthy scars.

Again, the Russian growled, nodding. "To be safe, take off his whole hand. Even bozh hands. Just in case." His sense of humor was growing morbid, wishing harm on that man. But still he could not harm him completely himself, being more prone to words and ignoring than brute strength. "He is up to somezhing, Haven," he confided to the man, concern evident in his tones. "He is up to no good. I feel it. In my bones." It felt like he was going to try to take Anann away. Away from him.

Haven Aatte · 05-27-2011, 05:13 PM

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Clearly the Russian held just as high as an opinion on the Serf as the Knight did. He was a little surprised to hear about Anatoliy's run-in with he man in Halifax. Had that been before he had joined Cour des Miracles? "Help him with what?" The more information he had on this scum the better. It was no surprising that Keese had bothered Anann before though. Haven had suspected as much. "It seems he has a rather unhealthy obsession with her. What I don't understand is why she puts up with him and wants him here. It doesn't make any sense to me." Anann was a strong woman, what was it that had her so seemingly cowed by this creep? It puzzled him severely.

At the Russo's morbid half-joke the Seneschal huffed out a low, gruff sort of laugh. "I will definitely keep that suggestion in mind." Haven did not exult in violence and bloodshed, but at times it was a necessary and deserved punishment. He had no moral qualms about maiming such a man as that. As Anatoliy spoke again, Haven nodded in uneasy agreement. "I fear that you are right." There was the same sense for foreboding in his own gut concerning the greyscale man. "Unfortunately all I can do for now is watch him and wait for him to make another mistake." The fact that he was a part of the pack, even if it was the lowest possible rank, gave the bastard some protection even if the Knight despised the thought of it.

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Anatoliy Russo · 05-27-2011, 09:15 PM

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Anatoliy looked away, feeling that guilt well up again into his heart. "Help him vith finding her," he said softly, wishing he had ended that man then. Forced him to drown at sea, or anything else where he would have died of his own failure. "I did not vant him near her zhen. I vas so sure he vould not find her. Us. But he did." The Russo clenched his teeth tightly together, and his fists balled up hard together, nails digging into his palms. He nodded at Haven's comment. He did seem preoccupied with her, and he knew why. Keese wanted her, badly. For whatever reason. He was certain it was something Anann offered him; there seemed to be no real love between them. "He seems to vant somezhing only she can give him. But I do not know vhat zhat is."

He nodded again, looking distracted. His mind was here, but his thoughts were still roaming, even if he had his focus. "Please keep her safe," he asked the man, pleading in his eyes, even though she had broken his heart in two. But for what? For Keese? Anatoliy still loved her, even if she had left him for a man with a rock for a heart. "She is strong. But maybe not strong enough against him." Golden eyes looked fiercely at Haven, strength in them, but clouded by fear. "I don't vant her hurt, but I can't help her. She von't.. she doesn't vant me around. I don't know vhy.. vhat I did, even.."

Haven Aatte · 06-08-2011, 06:45 PM

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Anatoliy's words only made his uneasiness at this whole situation grow. So this man had come here looking for Anann. But why? And if he was trying to do her ill, why had Anann not gone to Vigilante and made the King expel the wretch? Or dispatched of him herself. The woman was strong, and a skilled warrior—Haven knew as much from their many sparring matches. None of it was adding up to the Seneschal and it only made him all the more on-edge. There was trouble brewing in this situation and he could not guess when or where it would next explode. "I would go and ask her what this is all about, if I thought it would get me any answers, but I'm sure it won't," he said with a frown. The golden woman was in her shell and when she was like that she was more stubborn than a mule. He doubted that he, or anyone else, would get her divulge what the hell was going on.

The Knight nodded his head at the Russian's request. "I will do my best." It was his duty to protect all within the realm, but he would be keeping a special eye on both Anann and Keese. He should likely go and speak with King Vigilante about this whole matter as well, at least so he was up to speed on what was happening within his kingdom. "Maybe not, though I wonder why." Why would Anann not stand up and put the mutt in his place? Send him running with his tail tucked between his legs? Surely she could, so why would she not? Sympathy grew in him for the golden eyed man before him, understanding now even more the worry and fears that he held for the Kelevra woman. "I don't know either, that woman can be more closed up than a safe when she wants to be. But you can help her by keeping your eyes and ears open. Let me or the King know if anything else happens with this slime." One more good excuse, that was all he would need.

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Anatoliy Russo · 06-14-2011, 11:27 PM

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He smiled softly, knowing that Anann was strong and stubborn. She would never give up her secrets so easily, even if she and Haven were the best of friends. She would not deluge the truth and the reasoning to him, her lover, so he doubted she would tell this man. Though this did not mean he did not respect the knight; Anatoliy had acted improperly the last time they met, but Haven had not struck him. The Russo had respect for him, both as a superior and as a man who was Anann's close friend. "No, it vouldn't. She's stubborn like zhat. Unvilling to let anyvone help until she truly needs it. Or is ready to admit it." But he could not fault her for that.

The Russo shook his head, short brown hair shaking before his eyes. "I don't know vhy. I vish I did, but if vishes vere fishes zhere vould be no hungry fishermen." He so wished that Anann would tell him what was going on. He could help if she would let him, but she seemed keen on keeping him away and out of the loop. "Zhat she is. But I'm sure she has a good reason. I hope." The Russian man's look grew more solemn as he gazed back at Haven. "I vill. I don't vant somezhing to happen to her. Not if I an help it."

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