[M] white knight in shining armor.

Tawny Wagner · 10-04-2011, 10:02 AM

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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.

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Word Count :: 451 Ok...so a lot of PPing of both Alaki and Teo, I know...but it was necessary for this starter? XD

Her head felt like it was about to explode. The pain radiating through her body was ridiculous. She could still feel ants eating away at her flesh, the hands of men grabbing at her limbs, blood trickling through her fur… In reality the ants were mostly gone, the bleeding had stopped, and there was only one set of male hands on her body, and this pair was relatively gentle and caring. Her body was held up in the air against a flat, muscled chest, secure as the man ran across the border of his pack and into the cave system towards his room. She could hear sounds coming from his throat, but couldn’t make out any solid words. There were a few moments when he stopped moving and she felt a few jolts, her body being shifted around, the pain spiking again as she was taken by another set of arms.

Her eyes were too swollen to open, a few ant bites having been administered on her eyelids and cheek areas. The strong arms around her body, the new ones, set her down on something soft and stretched her limbs out, holding her still when she tried to curl into the fetal position. Soft cries and whines lifted from her raspy throat, making her sound like a distressed puppy. She was scared about being with a male again, especially when she couldn’t see or move good enough to defend herself. After a few moments of what felt like an examination, she felt something warm stroke over her face, cleaning away the crusted on blood and other wound secretions. After that she was able to part her eyelids and take a blurry peak around the room she was in, only catching the colors of the walls and ceiling. The fear just kept building until he stepped into her view, and the breath was sucked from her chest.

He was white…perfect white just like the crow that had held the coyote at bay from getting to her body like it had intended. She forced her eyes to open more and sat up slowly, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and back. ”P-p-plea-ease do-don’t hurt m-me…” Her voice was soft and raspy, throat dry from crying so much and laying out in the open without water for so long. She felt it necessary to ask him for mercy, and the fact that he was so pale made her more confident that he wouldn’t hurt her like the dark males had done. Scrambling around wildly for a few moments, she finally got control of her limbs and slumped towards him, hiding her face against his shoulder as violent sobs ripped through her body.

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Matteo Trovato · 10-04-2011, 07:03 PM

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Word Count → 310 :: All is good. :3 I PP'd Alaki too, so no worries. XD I'm starting to reconsider Teo's Tier; he seems to be getting better at being a medic. XD

When Alaki had come bursting into the room they shared, Matteo had almost barked at the boy for being loud and almost waking Camilla. Then he saw what the problem was. The darker, taller mate explained what had happened and the two bickered over Alaki's idea of hunting down the dick that had been responsible for this, though in the end, the girl's need for medical treatment outweighed Matteo's worry for his mate. What harm could it do? It was only a Coyote and Alaki knew how to fight.

So Matteo had taken the girl carefully in his arms (a surprising sight for the thin and slender hybrid, to be carrying someone only a few inches shorter than he) and moved her into the spare room, where he gently settled her into a bed and made sure she didn't move as he examined her injuries.

Oh wait, this is a confusing mess. Let's sort through it, shall we?

Matteo had been sitting home alone, relaxing and recovering from his stressful month. Camilla was napping in the other room, worn out from her various chores and jobs as a Zepar. Alaki had gone out to do... well, Eligos stuff, now that he'd been promoted. That left a silent room with only the 'tick tick' of an old wind-up clock to keep Matteo company.

So when Alaki had burst in with a dead-looking girl in his arms, barking and growling about some mangy coyote or another, Matteo had been shocked and confused.

Now it seemed so foolish to have argued with the younger male at all; this girl was in terrible shape, bitten and broken by more than just a coyote. The ants had done a number on her.

Camilla had woken in the confusion and upon seeing the messed up girl, she'd fled to find the first aid kit. It was a good thing too, because as she came in (a wet cloth and water with her as well as the kit), Matteo was just standing to go and find it. He hadn't even noticed the girl was awake.

He murmured a quick 'thank you' to his sister, then sent her out to find Panda, the only real medic in the pack (though Matteo was starting to feel as if he were one himself lately). She ran off and Matteo returned to his 'patient', gently pressing the damp cloth over her face and washing away the blood and dirt.

Then the girl opened her eyes, pleaded to him in a raspy voice... and then slumped against him. He sucked in a breath, then calmed his nerves just as quickly.

His Italian accent and words made him sound like an angel as he gently leaned her back down.

"Hush, carissimo. You're safe. No one's going to hurt you now." Like a parent talking to a frightened child. "But I need you to lie still for me, okay signorina? I have to clean the grim off of you, find that pretty girl under all that dirt, okay?" He smiled, calm and collected, a drastic change from before. "You'll be okay. You just need to keep still for me."

Tawny Wagner · 10-04-2011, 09:10 PM

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Word Count :: 337 omfg this is sooo crappy

Tawny wasn’t really sure what the hell was going on around her at the moment. She could hear the white man’s voice, could even understand what he was saying…but she really did not want to move away from him. He was warm and his voice was soothing, gentle. When he told her to lie back and be still, though, she obeyed without any more fuss. There were still a few ants scattered about her body and they had begun biting again with all the movement, causing her to twitch with the annoying little shocks of pain. Everything was starting to itch as well, the blood finally drying and tugging at her fur in some places while the previous ant bites were swelling into little pockets of pustules. There were bites on top of bites, mostly around the edges of the tear marks on her torso and shoulder where there was the most exposed flesh.

A soft chanting of stuttered and whimpered words flowed from her mouth without end, they just kept coming. Things like ‘please’, ‘no’, and ‘don’t hurt me’ sounded out through the cleaning process, her consciousness wavering in and out. Every now and then her vision would go black and she’d panic, her hands reaching out to search for the white man, wanting to make sure she wasn’t imagining all of the pain and everything that had happened. She was so afraid of being left again. The girl’s earlier mindset of not caring if she died or not having worn off completely when the bigger male had snatched her away from the cannibalistic coyote. There was nothing left of her need to not be a burden upon others, just the strong desire to be taken care of and protected, if only for a little while. She’d never been the type to lean on someone else for support unless it was absolutely necessary, but living with the Ichikans for a short time had shown her that it was okay to depend on someone else sometimes.

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Matteo Trovato · 10-04-2011, 09:46 PM

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Word Count → 310 :: Buncha Italian. Hover for translations. Camilla couldn't find Panda and Teo's tuckered out. Tesoro means Sweetheart, btw. New nickname? :o

More soft shushes followed as she laid back down, Teo getting back to work at cleaning her up and tending to her wounds. Every time he came across an ant on her pelt, he picked it up with delicate pearl claws and pinched it, flicking away the corpse and moving on to the next unsuspecting insect.

Even though ants were this girl's nightmare right now, Teo found a sick sort of joy in squishing them whenever he could. It probably had nothing to do with his player being absolutely terrified of the little bastards.

Every time the girl would spazz out, he'd calmly sooth her and lay her back down, brushing her hair away from her face and dabbing that cool cloth to her forehead. Each time she'd mumble in protest, he'd gently hush her, telling her she was safe, she'd be okay, he wouldn't hurt her. The danger was passed.

Eventually her wounds were clear of ants and dirt, even the dried blood was carefully cleaned from her pelt. He'd all but given her a full bath, a perfectionist as he were. Once finished, he ran his hand across her head again and checked over the injuries he'd bandaged up, to the best of his abilities.

Camilla came in just as he was resorting a troublesome wrap on the girl's leg, one that just wouldn't stay taught.

Non riuscivo a trovare, Matteo. Penso che sia fuori dalla caverna. The little one gasped in Italian, tired from her running around. ... essa sarà d'accordo? She murmured as she came further into the room, keeping her distance just in case.

Matteo sighed as he redid the bandage on the girl's leg, standing straight again and brushing hair out of his face. Lei dovrebbe essere. Non sembra troppo serio, la maggior parte si tratta solo ferite superficiali. Sarà bene con po 'di riposo e cura, ne sono sicuro. He spoked back in his native tongue, not one to bother with English around his little sister. He was tired. The excitement had taken its tole on him, as told by his messed up fur and stray strands of hair that had come loose out of his ponytail.

A wrecked old sight but he felt accomplished. Still, there was just one thing missing. The boy stepped over to the side of the bed, kneeling down beside the wounded girl and using a gentle, soft voice, the one he'd been using the entire time. Tesoro, can you tell me your name please?

Tawny Wagner · 10-04-2011, 10:56 PM

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Word Count :: 574 uuh...this is kinda icky...

She was so tired, exhaustion closing in on her mind and forcing her to close her still slightly swollen eyes. The girl wanted to fight it, wanted to keep looking at the snow colored man, he who had taken such good care of her in so little time, without even knowing who she was. A few passing thoughts fluttered through her mind, wondering how she’d ever repay him and the man who’d gotten her away from the coyote and the ants. There was no way, none at all that she knew of. When he asked for her name, she parted her jaws a few times, intending to spit it out but unable for a while. Her throat hurt so bad from the crying and fighting she’d done with the first male, it was hard to breathe without pain. Finally she shrugged it off and licked at her lips before parting her mouth again to speak successfully, ”I’m T-tawny…” was all she managed to say before clamming up again and going still.

The fight against darkness was lost and she spiraled into bad dreams. Her body was too heavy to move; otherwise she’d be thrashing with the things playing out in her mind. The images were so much worse than what had actually happened. Tawny watched as her brain conjured up the happenings of what could have been had the dark male not shown up to steal her from the coyote.

The smelly creature began gnawing on her hand, chewing until he tore through flesh and crunched on bone, ignoring her thrashing and screaming. He continued to work his way up her arm until he’d consumed up to her shoulder. Next he sat up and licked his chops, lifting his hands to her face and dragging his nails over her eyes before piercing them and pulling them out slowly. She screamed and howled, still somehow able to see as he pushed both eyes into his mouth and bit down, chewing and popping them like juicy grapes. He was laughing, cackling as he watched her body convulse with pain, leaning over to drag his sharp claws over her form to rip more tears into her flesh. As impossible as it seemed, fire ants bubbled up from the gashes and poured from her empty eye sockets, furthering the horrifying sight. The ants began to eat away at her skin, burrowing deeper until they found her internal organs, opening up her body for the coyote. He grinned and reached in, grabbing her heart and pulling it out…

Tawny sat up with a raspy scream, tears pouring down her cheeks, body shaking violently. Her hands ran up and down her frame, feeling for ants or holds in her torso. There was nothing but semi-clean fur and bandages tied around the sore wounds. Sobbing quietly, she crawled off the soft bed on her hands and knees and made her way around in the dark. She kept hitting things but followed her nose, seeking another inhabitant of the caves. Finally she found him by his scent in a bigger room, stretched out on a bed with a blanket pulled over his frame. Not wanting to wake him for her own comfort, she crawled up onto the foot of the bed and curled into a tiny ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. Sleep didn’t come again though; she refused to fall back into such a horrible dream.

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Matteo Trovato · 10-05-2011, 12:59 AM

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THIS POST IS VERY GRAPHIC. Teo's nightmares are terrible. D: I almost cried writing this.

Tawny. He'd keep that in mind. The girl faded off to sleep shortly after speaking and with a sigh, Teo deemed her fit to rest without being hawked over. He shooed Camilla to her room for the night and turned back to the girl, gently draping the blanket over her, up to her chest, and then stepping back to blow out the candles in the room. His work was done.

He wandered back out into the main room and took time to wait up for Alaki another hour. When the male didn't come home by the time the clock on the wall said it was midnight, the albino worriedly went to bed, blowing out the candles as he went and stripping down to his fur before sliding into his and Alaki's huge bed. It didn't take long for sleep to clutch him and the boy faded into his dreams.

A sunlit feild of golden wheat. The sweet scent of Italian wine in the distance. Matteo stood in a daze, gazing out across the wheat feilds of his mother's farm. It hadn't changed a bit. Behind him, as he turned to look, the old homestead still looked as good as new. It was the sight of his mother on the front porch, knitting a sweater, that clued him in that this was a dream.

Fear engulfed him instantly. His dreams about home always led to one thing...

Suddenly, he was tied up, legs spread, arms cuffed, a gag in his mouth and blood already running down his face and chest. Above him, that familliar outline of a beast; Giuseppe. He was hunched over the smaller albino, carving into him with a knife. Teo tried to scream, but the gag kept him silent in his suffering. The pain felt so real and suddenly he'd forgotten that this was all just a nightmare.

He stared up in anguish at the figure above him as the taller man sat up. Suddenly, those long ears weren't so long anymore... more fur. Darker. Thicker. Brown eyes turned blue and suddenly Alaki knelt over him, with something... or rather, two things in his hand, dangling limp. A white pelt, a black pelt. Ivory and Ebony. Avresti dovuto rimasto lontano, puttana poco. The voice wasn't Alaki's, nor Giuseppe's. Like something out of hell, his mate's body, his brother's cruelty, but his father's voice.

Matteo screamed, just in time to watch as the nightmarish man grabbed hold of the limp bodies by their tails, the other hand still holding their tiny heads. He held them up above the frantic albino, to show him that they were still moving, still squealing in terror. Occhio per occhio, caro fratello.

A terrible pair of gurgled shreiks, the scream of someone, though he couldn't tell who, the laughter, sick and crazed, of the nightmarish man above... and slowly, that man pulled his arms apart. Matteo watched in horror as his phantom tore his childrens' heads off in front of him, dropping them carelessly on the terrified albino...

..and then going in for the final kill.

Matteo woke with a start, silent as ever but crying and in a cold sweat (that is, if dogs could sweat and cry). He sat up slowly, reaching for his neck as he did. Still whole. The room was silent, but Alaki's scent was faded. He still wasn't home. Camilla was still in her room and Matteo couldn't think enough to realize that his patient had snuck in while he'd been sleeping.

Instead of going back to sleep, the boy curled up and cried. His shoulders shook and near silent sobs broke the silence in the room, choked and tired, as if he'd been fighting a war only a minute ago. He could still smell the blood, the scent of fear, the rot. He wasn't sure how; normally scents didn't follow him once he'd woken from dreams like this.

Dreams like this... He'd slept alone again. Normally, if Alaki couldn't make it home in time for bed, the boy curled up with Camilla and read her bedtime stories until they both fell asleep. He'd sworn to give her space once she'd become a Zepar. Now he had no one to cling to when Alaki was away or busy.

He hadn't had a nightmare like this since... since the last time Giuseppe had...

More sobs, a touch louder this time. The broken angel was feeling the pain of his suffering yet again.

Tawny Wagner · 10-05-2011, 01:31 AM

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Word Count :: 505 o...o i love this post.

The room was scary in its darkness and she was sure that there were forms moving in the corners, creeping closer, growling and gnashing their nonexistent teeth, ready to snatch her up and go through with the horrible dream that was still fresh in her mind. She began shaking harder, her limbs spasming and twitching every now and then from tight muscles, causing her to lash out at the shadows that she felt were closing in on her and the white man. Nose twitching, she tried to take in the scents and remember them, thinking back to make sure that she’d smelled them already and that no one had snuck into the room while she’d slept. The only creatures she could smell was her savior, the angel and the little one. But…the crow that had distracted the coyote from ripping her apart was there too, and something else, perhaps a rodent of some sort? An eclectic crew this was.

Her hands lifted and covered her face, ignoring the pain that came from the ant bites around her eyes and ears. She refused to open her eyes again, not wanting to see the monsters trying to get at her from the blackness. Behind the eyelids was black too, though, and now she was staring at him, at them. The two who laughed and cackled as they touched her, as they lapped at her blood and encouraged the ants to eat her alive…She jerked her hands away from her face and curled up tighter, turning her head to the side so she could stare at the faint outline of the angel as he slept. He would keep the monsters away from her, right? Her body began to relax and settle down, muscles slowly unlocking and the pain lessening a great deal. Still she didn’t close her eyes, not wanting to see anything bad anymore, it was way too scary.

A sharp gasp was torn from her throat as the angel sat up in bed, soft little crying noises shaking through his throat. Her body pulled back at the fast movement and she slipped off the bed, lying on the cold stone ground as she watched him, shaking nervously. What if he saw her and was angry that she’d moved to his room? When he curled up and started crying harder, she shook her head and got closer again, crawling up the bed on her hands and knees. Soft whines left her throat with each inch she moved, both of fear and sorrow. The girl desperately wanted to find out what was wrong with her angel, why was he crying and smelling of fear? Had the shadow monsters hurt him while she wasn’t looking?! Tawny’s head snapped up at that thought and she snarled at the darkness, getting closer to him quickly and leaning her body against his. ”I protect you, Angel. No be scared…anymore.” Her voice was soft and raspy and broke a few times, but the rumbling, protective growl in her chest was unwavering.

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Matteo Trovato · 10-05-2011, 01:44 AM

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The hero becomes the distressed.

The movement nearby wasn't noticed over his own greif until whines that weren't his own reached those torn ears. Bi-colored eyes flashed up from his bundle to spot the girl he'd been tending to suddenly on the bed with him. His first reaction normally would've been to shoo her off to her own bed or to comfort her, in case she were scared to be alone.

In this situation, when she came over and leaned against him, growling out at the darkness... suddenly he felt like the one being saved. It wasn't like Teo to take comfort in the arms of a stranger, but he leaned against her and whimpered softly, still too dazed by his terrors to bother preserving what little 'manly image' he had left.

He curled into her, gentle and possessive all at the same time. Murmured words in Italian never loud enough to hear but soft enough to feel as he mouth them into her fur. He felt protected, but the need to protect the injured girl lingered. He was no warrior, but lately he felt like a healer. Healers didn't have to be brave all the time, right?

Softly, a whisper that was choked with tears, he murmured into her fur. Don't leave... More Italian words followed, then, ...he'll come back. He'll come back if I'm alone. Don't leave me. Too tired to be frantic, too scared to be calm, Matteo was torn apart. The scars on his wrists burned and the long lashes down his back, now covered in clear white fur, stung like new again. Reminders.

...don't go 'way.

Tawny Wagner · 10-05-2011, 02:08 AM

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Word Count :: 383 i fucking love them xD.

Despite her body being smaller than his, the young woman curled herself around the man and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him to her body. His cries and whispered words cut into her heart and made her feel angry and so sad at the same time. Who would dare hurt such an angelic man as this?! Whoever it was had to be evil. The vilest of creatures, and she was determined to protect him from those horrors, at least as much as she possibly could. Still growling softly, her small hands began stroking through the fur on his head and neck. She could feel the ridged lines in his flesh from scarred tissue, but thought nothing of it. Soon her wounds would heal and she’d be covered in more scars as well. There would be no judgment passed by her, not ever, for what someone looked like, because she knew that her own body was much less than beautiful.

Still holding onto him tightly, she slowly sank down until they were both curled on the bed in laying positions. The angel’s face was pressed against her chest, his breathing still a little bit quick and shaky, but starting to calm down. The stroking of his fur continued and she made soft little shushing and cooing noises in her throat, trying to comfort him. Saul had done this for her that time that she’d sliced her hands up and then had a panic attack. He had held her while she cried and then made sure that she was bandaged up and healthy. Angel had done this for her, he had begun the healing process on her many wounds and made sure she was safe from any more physical threats, within his home. Of course, the warrior had brought her here, and she would be sure to show him equal honor when he returned…if he returned.

Tawny tilted her head down and pressed her nose to the male’s head, breathing him in as she eyed the shadows, glaring at anything that she thought might have been moving. The pain and shock from her ordeal was still affecting her body and mind, making her think a lot of things that weren’t real. ”I n-no leave you. M-monsters no get you, no more.”

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Matteo Trovato · 10-06-2011, 10:25 AM

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End post on my end. Start another thread soon? Big Grin

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Her confirmation, albiet a touch croaked, was all that he needed. The boy curled up into her, inhaling deeply and memorizing the girl's scent; freshly cleaned injury, medicine and an underlined scent of the forest, of the soil and autumn leaves. He'd remember this scent now, the sound of her voice, the feel of her fur...

...the comfort as he faded off to sleep.

This time, no dreams or nightmares haunted him. The sound of a heartbeat lulled him into peace and his troubles were forgotten. The deaths of his children, the anger from his old love, the pain of his brother's claws... the nightmarish visions, they all faded away until there was nothing left but the sweet caress of black silence.

Tawny Wagner · 10-06-2011, 10:52 AM

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Word Count :: 230 end for me too. <33

She’d never been needed before, not for anything or anyone. Nobody had ever held onto her like this, desperate for physical contact and comfort…it was usually something that she longed to do, but was too afraid to try. Who in their right mind would want to hold onto a worthless little git like herself? Not a person she could think of, until now of course. Saul had once, and Jace gave her hugs sometimes, but it was nothing like this.

As the angel held onto her and his breathing slowed, her frazzled brain registered that the shadow monsters were calming down and backing away, going back into the horrible holes that they had come from. Her arms tightened around his shoulders and she closed her eyes finally, relaxing into his body. The girl’s actions were close to identical to his as she slowly fell back asleep. Nose pressed to his fur, taking in deep breaths of his clean and fresh male scent, a small that she’d taken comfort in only once.

The demons in her head receded as well, no longer willing to try to frighten her with the white man curled against her body. They wouldn’t be able to scare her as bad as if she were alone. Burrowing back into the recesses of her mind, the evil images made plans for the next time she slept alone.

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