Better run, better run- faster than my bullet

Axelle Napier · 08-10-2012, 02:35 PM

Forward-dated to August 14th.
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Hi

[WC: 515 | Pts: 5]

She had managed, this time, to sneak away from Kai and get her ass into Halifax without being followed. She knew she was walking into trouble, but it was what she did best- but she was well armed this time. If she were to find someone, they'd better run from her. The two-toned Marbas walked into the city with the intent to kill. Her eyes scanned the area around her, but she saw no movement. She eyed the buildings that Kai easily jumped onto, but she wasn’t interested in any low-rise buildings. She needed an advantage, and she wouldn’t get it by being close to the ground. Being close to the ground would get her easily spotted.

She had her crossbow strapped to her back as well as a dagger strapped to her thigh, and a smaller knife to her ankle. All she really needed, though, was the crossbow, and the dagger to do some throat-cutting and maybe some heart-eating as well. Her mouth watered as she thought of the juice of a wolf heart. Some thought it was cannibalism, but she found that anything that wanted to kill her was equally prey in return.

The female cut a corner and followed along the narrow city sidewalk. She encountered a small mess in the street – glass, a shattered wooden door, which was ripped from its hinges, various blood stains in the street - she was surprised the rain hadn't washed them away - and a strong smell of stale blood emanating from the apartment the doorway stairs led to. She almost died in there – if it wasn’t for Kai coming to her rescue, she would have been a goner. Ever since then, she hadn’t been able to go anywhere without her mate following her. She’ll show him, though. She went there for some revenge, and she would find it – whether it looked for her or not.

She circled around that block, finding that very apartment to be a tall enough building to sit and wait. She found a creaky ladder on the back of the building where some humans left their kitchen appliances stacked up beside it. That gave her easy access to the fire escape. She climbed the piled furniture and carefully stepped onto the rusting metal structure – it seemed sturdy enough to hold her, but she stepped lightly anyway. Her large form climbed all the way to the top. The roof had holes in it, but for the most part it seemed sturdy enough. Axelle hustled to the other side that overlooked the street and set up shop. She took the crossbow off of her back, laid on her stomach and waited for someone to come along. She was well hidden from a small ridge from a crack in the roof; just the nose of her gun was showing the tiniest bit. She poked her weapon through the crack and waited for something, anything, to shoot at. After a few moments, she grumbled lowly to herself. "Come on...." The words were whispered, and there was no possible way anyone else would've heard her.

Itzal · 08-10-2012, 04:53 PM

Sorry it is so short but it will pick up with the thread. Big Grin

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He had been running for a little while when he stopped and looked around. He had been running on two legs today to get a good work out. And Itzal loved to run, it helped him clear his head and made him feel better. He sighed and rolled his neck to work out some knots that had formed. He looked around some more before he started walking. The streets seemed deserted today, which surprised him. The last few days he had been here he had run into many people. More than he expected. But he was happy to have a day to himself so relax.

He walked around a corner of a street and walked to one of the shop windows. It looked like it had been some sort of doll shop for the humans before they were all wiped out. He cocked his head to the side, not understanding what purpose these creepy little things could possible serve.

Itzal was busy contemplating why humans had made such things and he had no idea that he had walked into Axelle's line of sight. He had no way of telling that someone was waiting for him. There wasn't a sign or sound to tip him off. If there had been Itzal would have known that his good friend was currently sighting him with her crossbow to put a bolt through him.

Axelle Napier · 08-10-2012, 06:30 PM

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Mine's short too, don't worry abouttt ittt Smile

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When she saw the man wander onto the same street she was stalking, all of her muscles tensed at once. Her eyes became wide and she watched as he peered into the store window across the street. She watched his every fluid move - when he looked into the window, how he seemed disturbed by the creepy human collectibles, and how he looked around. He sensed she was there, but he couldn't see her. She scurried forward just a little, and aimed the crossbow for his head. She wanted to squeeze the trigger so bad, but she knew that would screw up her whole plan. Her heart pounded with the excitement of her revenge. The man kept looking around, but he wasn't looking in the right places. She was above him, not below on his level. That would be stupid - and also a death wish; one that she knew too well. So instead, she lowered her target to one of his legs, and squeezed. She hoped for it to hit a calf, maybe a thigh if she was lucky. The arrow soared through the air, just as it had done many other times while she killed innocent rabbits for practice, food, or training others by piercing them through the skull, without much effort. Her aim had just become that good over the few months, maybe a year, since she found her baby, the crossbow, in Halifax.

What she was unaware of was the fact that she had currently been hunting her friend. Itzal, a former love interest of her, in fact – that made it even crazier. Maybe if an outside party knew that detail, they would understand why she shot him – but that wasn’t the case. Axelle was on a revenge mission, and she didn’t care who it was that walked unknowingly into her trap – they were going to feel her wrath. They would hurt, and then they would die.

This man, whoever she shot, would not get the best of her. Axelle peered over the roof, carefully, as she heard the wet sound of an arrow connecting with flesh. She saw the man begin to stumble, but she hid her face before he would turn around to see her. She got her crossbow ready for a second arrow, just in case he wouldn’t fall from the first.

Itzal · 08-10-2012, 10:34 PM

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You know if it was anyone but Axelle, Itzal would probably try and kill them the second he got the chance.

Itzal looked up from the window and looked around. He could feel a prickle sensation on his neck and he scratched at it. He looked right and left, making sure there was no one else on the street. He frowned, then shrugged it off and looked back down at the dolls. To late did he realize his instincts had been trying to warn him. He heard the distantly familiar twang of the crossbow firing and felt the arrow bolt pierce his leg. Unfortunately for him that was the leg he was resting most of his weight on and it buckled under him. He swore as he fell, but he at least manage to roll with his feet so he was on his back and he could sit up with the legs that was hit on the ground and one leg bent at the knee, holding him up a tiny bit. Before he had even hit the ground he had two throwing knives in his hand and was scanning the roofs for where he though it had most likely come from.

Itzal was growling while he was scanning the roofs, pissed at himself for not realizing his instincts had been telling him something wasn't right. And now he was wounded and at a disadvantage. He couldn't see the person shooting, so he couldn't use his knives. He was in a bad position. But his face didn't reveal anything of what he was thinking. It was cold and hard as he scanned the rooftops. He hoped whoever it was would come down and greet him. Because he swore to himself if they did, whoever it was wouldn't walk away from him alive. He would make sure he ripped their throats open and watch them as they bled to death. He would make them beg for them to end it. He could already feel Eztli pushing for control over him. And he was tempted to let him have it, it was the first time Eztli had bothered him since his uncle's death. But he knew he had to be able to think and go about this how he wanted, and Eztli wouldn't let that happen. So he remained in control for now. But if Eztli wanted to help him murder whoever the fool was Itzal wouldn't mind letting him. Whoever it was should probably just take the smart route and kill him from a distance because if they didn't they would see a true monster up close and personal.

But Itzal didn't realize who it was that had shot him. He had recognized the sound of the crossbow but he didn't connect that with the obvious resolution. He just wanted to kill at the moment and he didn't care who it was. Or at least that is what he told himself.

Axelle Napier · 08-11-2012, 07:14 PM

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This is funnn ! Hope the PP with him throwing the knives at her is okay Big Grin

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Axelle peered over the rooftop’s wall and saw the black man lying in the street. He had his back to the floor and his legs folded at the knees. She also noted the blood on the ground and the arrow sticking out of his leg. Bingo.. Her eyes narrowed as she studied the man’s actions. She still didn’t notice his face, and to be honest – seeing the face didn’t mean much to her. She wanted to see his throat cut and dripping and hear his gargling on his own blood. That’s what she cared about. She didn’t need to have the face of her victim haunt her, even if he would – but she doubted it.

She stayed peering over the roof a little too long, and when she was looking to the left, he must’ve spotted the black side of her face. A very close WHOOSH alerted her to duck, and she nearly missed the second one, whatever it was, skimming past her face. As the weapons clanked on the roof top behind her, she looked to see what they were. They were throwing knives, in which this should have alerted her that it was someone she knew. Itzal was famous for his skill with throwing knives, but somehow the memory slipped her mind.

Axelle gathered her things from her spot on the roof, and crawled toward the two knives that landed on the other side of the roof. One fell in one of the roof holes, and the other was teetering on the edge. She grabbed that one and strapped the dagger back onto her leg, while she carried the crossbow. She bounded down the weak fire escape again, not caring that they could collapse at any moment. She didn’t need it anymore and it didn’t matter if it crumbled after her as she went down. The metal groaned under the pressure of her body weight, but otherwise stayed intact. Rust flaked off as her feet left certain, narrow steps, and some of it must’ve cut her foot pads. Her left leg stung a bit, but she couldn’t let that bother her right now. She jumped from the landing and onto the ground. She didn’t waste her time with the appliances. She hit the ground running towards the man. She went the other way this time, circling around the building the other way, so that she could find him on the corner. She had to jump a fence or two, but it was well worth it and she managed to do it without making much noise or clumsiness. It wasn’t every day that a wolf had to jump over fences, especially in Lupecri form.

She rounded the corner with her crossbow in hand, now just walking quickly. She saw the man trying to get up and sent another arrow his way, but missing him as he awkwardly ducked. Her aim was good, but that shot had been sloppy. The arrow stuck into the brick wall by his head. As she neared him, she swung the crossbow over her shoulder as she walked toward the victim. She threw the knife that she found on the roof at him, but as she wasn’t as skilled as the man was – the knife didn’t go where she planned it to. That, too, bounced off the brick wall behind him. It didn’t even stick in the brick as she had hoped it might. She crossed the abandoned street and took the knife from her thigh sheath. She walked over to him, stepped over his, now struggling, body, and sat. She kneeled over his midsection and held the dagger to his throat. The others hadn’t struggled so much, probably underestimating her, but this man was a struggler. He made it difficult for her to sit atop him, but she managed to keep the blade pressed against his throat. She had gained a lot more muscle mass since she last saw Itzal, so she was a lot stronger now. She managed to keep herself on top of him for a moment. She didn’t bother to say anything to him, and pressed the knife harder to his neck now.

One would think now that she was sitting on top of him that she would have recognized his face – but no, she didn’t. She wasn’t even paying attention to it. Even though her eyes had looked over his face in the littlest bit, she didn’t take in who he was. She didn’t realize that she was just about to attempt to cut her past lover’s throat. Itzal, the dark man who interested her so much; the man of two personalities – the one that fed her need for danger all of the time. The man who was a ticking time bomb whenever he was made upset or provoked, like right at that moment. The man that she could have seen herself asking for help when she went to murder her father. The man that she would have happily carried his pups – and who was he now? Her target. The target that was just about to die a slow, painful death for no reason other than because he was walking on this street. Axelle had reached serial killer status, and by this time – there was nothing that would stop her. What she would have done for him before he disappeared! Anything. At all. But now, it seemed the feelings she had for him turned sour.

Instead of realize what she was doing and who he was, she kept her empty bi-colored eyes on the wound that she was about to make in his throat. He struggled, but she used every muscle in her body to make herself rigid. She was heavy now that she was a living, breathing tank – armored, ready to kill. She tried to pin his arms underneath her knees, but he was too strong. It was a bad thing that he was fit, too, and now angry – which helped him a lot. She was done struggling with him, and she broke free of his grasp. She pressed the sharp blade to his throat, fed up with fighting him – wanting to get this over with, ”Say bye-bye, you filthy…” But she didn’t get to finish her sentence or slice his throat.

Itzal · 08-11-2012, 09:45 PM

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It was the moment that Itzal realized who it was that had shot him that his life was saved but Axelle's put in danger. So far Itzal had only felt anger towards his attacker. And anger Itzal could deal with. He could keep Eztli at bay just barely when he was overwhelmed with anger, but he could do it. The shock of finding out who it was that was hunting him was what put a crack in his control that he couldn't fix. And now Eztli was slipping through the crack and Itzal was fighting to keep him in.

As Itzal tried to stand up another arrow came his way and he ducked. He looked up, just in time to see the black and white wolf throw one of his knives back at him. Itzal's mind didn't believe what his eyes were telling him. But the arrow that had went by his head seconds before left him no doubt. Axelle was the one hunting him. And that was when the shock set in. Itzal was to busy feeling Eztli slipping through to talk. By the time she had gotten on top of him, he wasn't just struggling to stop her, he was also struggling against the monster inside of him. Itzal thought he had gotten Eztli under control and he might have, but any hope of that was gone when Itzal felt the cold presence of the knife against his throat. He crumpled then, mentally, and Eztli came in. Itzal didn't care if this woman was the closest thing he had come in a long time to love. He didn't care that she was his closest friend. All he cared about was that she was threatening his life. And that was enough for Itzal to hand over control to Eztli.

Itzal felt his own consciousness slip to the back of his mind, felt himself lose control of the body that was his. And then he was gone, lost in Eztli, the serial killer mad man that had been dying to come out and play with Axelle since there first meeting almost. And now he wanted to do much more than play. He wanted to watch her scream. It didn't matter that Axelle meant so much to Itzal because to Eztli she was only still alive because he hadn't yet decided she needed to die. Which she soon would. After he had his fun. Eztli close his eyes and licked his lips as he felt the knife against his throat. He loved it, that this was the closest he had ever come to dying and he wasn't even afraid. Eztli didn't know what fear felt like and he never would. The only thing he knew was the pleasure of causing others pain and suffering before eventually ending their lives.

Eztli struggled against her and had to give her credit that she put up a good fight but he was determined to win. And believing that your only purpose and reason for existing was to win helped a lot. He smiled up at her as she started to speak but his left hand snaked down to grab the sultan's knife that Itzal carried on one of his belt loops. Eztli preferred the sultan's knife to Itzal's dagger, because he could punch and cut with it at once. Before she could finish her sentence and slit his throat Eztli brought one of his fist across her face, hitting her in the jaw and giving her cheek a small cut all in one. As he hit her he rolled his weight with the punch and rolled himself on top of her. He had hit her hard enough to daze her for a second and he took that time to stand up and drag her up with him, slamming her against the brick wall so her back was to him and one of her arms was twisted behind her back. He laughed in her ear, a cold hard laugh and licked the blood off of her cheek from the cut. "What was that bitch?" Eztli whispered in her ear, laughing again.

Eztli brought the sultan's knife across her upper arm, making another shallow slash on her arm, and then two more down her arm as she struggled and pushed back against him but his grip was firm and hard on her arm and he made sure his weight was against her. Each of them bled a little, one's blood flowing into the others. He tsked loud enough for her to hear and then sighed, "You know if that fool Itzal had just let me kill you earlier, then he wouldn't have gotten himself into this situation. Of course, if he had, I wouldn't be having the fun I'm about to have now." He thought for a second and grinned, showing his teeth, "Actually, I don't think you are bleeding enough to call this fun yet. The fun will start soon though." Eztli started to cut her shallowly on the back of her shoulder, laughing as he licked some more blood from the wound. "You almost killed that little bitch Itzal. He would have gotten both of us killed trying to hold me back. But of course when you put the knife to his throat, I convinced him to let me out. It wasn't that hard. You did do most of the work for me." He growled, looking down at his leg that had an arrow through it. Eztli grabbed arrow head part of the shaft and pulled, snarling as more blood poured out of the wound as he pulled the arrow the rest of the way through and panted, snarling. She was still struggling though and as he had pulled the arrow out his grip on her wrist loosened enough for her to twist out of it and push her self back against him sending him stumbling a few feet. He snarled and then smiled, clapping slowly. "Yes, I think this will be very fun indeed." He said as he started to advance on her again, his eyes cold and hard, and his mouth watering from his hunger to make her scream.

Axelle Napier · 08-12-2012, 04:42 AM

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Yup totally fine ! I added something in between that O.o and I hope the leap is fine ! [WC: 591 | Pts: 5]

She was punched and pushed onto her back before she even finished her sentence. When she saw the face, she froze and stopped fighting him. ”Itzal…!” But she noticed his murderous, empty eyes – something was off about him. The punch to her face hurt, and she knew her former lover wouldn’t have done that to her – but maybe so. She was about to kill him. Itzal stood up, and manhandled her to her feet as well. Then he twisted her and slammed her into the brick wall nearby. Her face was forced to the side and the other side probably sported a nice gash thanks to the rock. She listened to his twisted voice, as it was all she could do, and felt him cutting into her. She struggled as much as she could, but knew there was no getting out of his vice grip. The way he licked the blood off of her cheek would have turned her on if she wasn’t in a lot of danger at the moment. She tried desperately not to panic, but she could feel it rising within her.

Axelle could feel the other man cutting through her skin, but she really couldn’t feel it. Her blood was boiling enough to make her numb to everything – sure, she felt the sting and the pain from the cut, but she couldn’t let it get to her. She rolled her back muscles to try to get free as he licked the wound on her shoulder – no luck. As she could feel the sickening glide of his evil tongue over her wounds, she brought up her other elbow (the arm that wasn’t pinned) and slammed him in the side of the head. It didn’t seem to do much damage – only alert him that he still had an arrow protruding out of his leg. She carefully waited to feel his hand loosen for her to worm out of it. She pushed him backwards with her rump and spun around. Her dagger was still in the formerly unpinned hand – and she switched it to her right, her favored hand. ”Glad I can entertain you, Eztli.” Her voice was exasperated, but it didn’t waver. She was not amused by this entity. He didn’t seem that much different from the other man Kai killed, but she didn’t need Kai now. This one was hers.

She locked eyes with him, as she stripped the crossbow from her back. It wasn’t going to give her much use now. "Yeah, too bad I can't kill you. That would've been the highlight of my day." She grinned at him maliciously. Even though he was Itzal's dangerous side, she wouldn't let him hurt her. Then she rushed him. Her dagger was held in the way that he held his sultan knife – and she slashed at his arm when she jumped onto him – frontwards. There was nothing she could do while he was on his feet, but having him on the ground – she could do much more. There was no way he wasn’t going to fall backwards when she leapt at him like that. When the two slammed on the ground, Axelle made use of the few seconds he was thrown off – she swung her fists angrily at his face. Her punches landed hard – and she wanted to use her knife, but she didn’t want to kill him. She would have rather killed Eztli, but he was in the same body – if she wanted to kill one, she’d have to kill both, and that wasn’t something she wanted.

Itzal · 08-16-2012, 11:25 AM

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Eztli laughed as she mentioned killing him. A cruel smile spread across his lips as his tongue ran across his lips, tasting her blood once again, "Yes well, killing you will be the highlight of my day." He said, his voice flat and cold. There was no sign of Itzal anywhere. Not in the way Eztli moved or talked. Not in his eyes, which were cold and dead. Itzal wasn't even partially in control. Eztli could hear Itzal screaming in his head but it didn't bother him. There were so many screams in his head that it all just sort of blended together.

Eztli was caught off guard as she rushed towards him. He fell back as she jumped on top of him. He felt blood running down his arm as she cut him. Then they both fell to the ground, Axelle landing on top of him. Eztli felt Axelle's fist land with a lot of force behind them. Eztli snarled and caught both of her arms by the biceps. He snarled and pushed her back so he had enough room to slam his fist into her gut. He laughed as he heard her gasp as the air was forced out of her body. He smiled as she tried to get some air into her body and bucked his hips so all of her weight wasn't on top of him. He pushed her off to the side and rolled himself on top of her.

"Well well, looks like we are back where we started. Only this time I'm the one on top." He punched her once in the jaw with the hand that wasn't holding the knife. Then he cut her down her collarbone, tempted to snap it just so he could hear her scream. He was about to put pressure on it to do just that when he felt Itzal push against him. Eztli growled, but stopped pushing down on the fragile bone. Itzal was trying to stop him from hurting Axelle, that was how strong he cared for her. Eztli was impressed that this female made Itzal fight so hard but it didn't change the fact that Eztli would kill her after he had his fun.

Itzal one the other hand was fighting and pushing, trying to gain control. He could see Axelle, with the different cuts and small amounts of dried blood. Eztli was just starting to have his fun and if Itzal didn't gain control soon Eztli would start to break bones or cut major parts of her body. Itzal couldn't bare to see that happen, since this is what he had been trying to avoid by leaving in the first place. He knew that Eztli would eventually win and that would put Axelle in danger. And now his worse fear was coming to life, but he couldn't do a thing about it. So Itzal continued to fight for control, hoping that maybe he could stop Eztli before Itzal's bi-colored friend lay dead beneath him.

Axelle Napier · 08-17-2012, 07:34 PM

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I think we’re pretty much fine with our PPing? If you don’t like anything, let me knoww [WC: 300 | Pts: 3]

Her wild punches weren’t enough to disarm the madman. She was captured by the biceps and thrown backwards, but before she could really fall – she was punched in the stomach. The force from the punch was what really made her fall all the way. The air rushed out of her lungs, which caused her to choke once again, and she hit the pavement hard. Before she could even realize or do anything about it, Eztli was on top of her with a knife pressed to her neck. Wonderful, another scar. It seemed like it was just the other day that she took off all her bandages from the last incident. Actually, it was.

The horrible surge of pain enveloped her, and she could feel a blood curdling scream building up inside of her. But she couldn’t just lay there and scream – she needed to do something about this. She did not come to Halifax to lose. Axelle noticed that her arms were free – and she made a fist. Then she uppercutted the man. Her punch landed hard, like every other did, right on his neck. There was no way that he would have been able to avoid that. Then she brought her other fist up and slammed him in the side of the head. She tried to shimmy out of his grip, but his legs were wrapped tight against her and she knew he wouldn’t be distracted for long. She could feel the blood leaking down her chest and into the street, but she still had control. Even if his plan was to kill her, she wasn’t afraid. She knew what she was doing, despite the fact that she might have been losing to him. She wasn’t afraid of death, but she knew she wouldn’t die here. Not now, anyway.

Itzal · 08-18-2012, 01:32 PM

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Yeah I was thinking the same. And sorry this one isn't to great, I'm busy trying to get ready for school and stuff, so my post haven't been to great lately. Oh and you like the new table? It fits this moment well.

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Eztli was smiling as he pressed the knife to her throat. He planned on watching her scream and then cutting her throat and watching her bleed to death. He started to press down with the knife but her uppercut caught him off guard. His head snapped back and he growled. Then another fist hit him in the side of the head. Eztli snarled, feeling her squirming under him. He was a tiny bit dazed from the punches but he kept his grip with his legs tight. She wasn't going anywhere. He made a fist himself and punched her in the jaw with a hook. He leaned in close and grabbed her throat in his paw. He smiled at her, as he licked her cheek once again. "You know, I don't think they usually fight as much as you do. You have a fire in you. I can see what that bitch Itzal sees in you." He tightened his grip on her throat, laughing, "And since he cares so much, I'm going to make this more personal. I'm going to squeeze the life out of you. It will be like he is squeezing the life out of you himself. He will be able to feel it you know. Your throat being crushed under my hand." Eztli pressed one of his claws into her neck, smiling to himself.

Eztli could see that she was having a hard time breathing. She was still struggling against him, but she couldn't land any seriously punches since his face was so close to hers. He was going to drag this out. He wouldn't let her pass out from lack of oxygen, every time he thought she was getting close he loosened his grip to give her enough to keep going. He was just going to wait until she could barely hang on, then crush her throat. He smiled, showing off his teeth as he licked his black lips. He was going to kill her now, and then he would go and kill again and again. As he started to tighten on her throat once again, his hand suddenly let go and he growled. Itzal was pushing for control and he was getting closer. Eztli snarled, not at Axelle this time but at Itzal. He grabbed his head, sitting up, away from Axelle as he growled. It was getting harder to push Itzal down and away. Eztli was trying to keep in control and he couldn't defend himself like this, he knew. If he didn't regain control soon, Axelle would have the chance she needed to kill both of them.

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Axelle Napier · 08-18-2012, 02:21 PM

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I feel that this one would fit as well…

The hook to her jaw rocked her brain hard enough to make her dizzy for a few moments. Axelle was strong, but she wasn’t super woman. She had her flaws, and right now there were showing very prominently. The blow left her dazed for a few seconds – long enough for Eztli to get his hands around her throat. As soon as she felt the pressure, she panicked. She clutched his hands with her own and stared at him, wide eyed. Even in a moment of panic, Axelle had something smart to say. ”You know, if you weren’t trying to really kill me – this would turn me on.” She smiled through the choking sensation she was feeling. ”You can’t kill me because I won’t let you.” She would fight to the death – someone would die, and she knew it wouldn’t be her.

Axelle began to gag as Eztli’s grip tightened around her throat. Her eyes began to pulsate and they felt like they would pop out of her head – and just when the sensation began to get worse, he let go. She lay back just breathing as she watched Eztli back away from her. She didn’t know what was going on inside of his head, but she didn’t care. She had a chance.

Her knife had flew a few inches from her hand when he began to choke her. Though, the knife might have helped her in that time. She scrambled to her feet dizzily, and retrieved it. She stood up and walked toward an internally struggling Eztli. Being choked like that had caused her to lose her mind. At that point, she didn’t care who he was, he was going to die. She lunged toward him again – unsure if he saw her coming or not – and they both landed hard on the pavement once more. She climbed on top of him, and held the dagger to his throat once more. ”This time I won’t hold back.” And she pushed the knife down into his skin.

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Itzal · 08-18-2012, 04:59 PM

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Word Count :: 000 || Points: 0 Eztli is pissed he was forced back into Itzal's head.

Eztli was growling as he had to resist the urge to dig his claws into his own skull. Itzal was fighting him tooth and claw for control. Eztli could see Axelle coming but he couldn't do anything about it. If he took his focus off of keeping control, Itzal would win. So that left him defenseless as he watched Axelle approach him with her knife. He tried growling at her, but he cringed when he felt Itzal get closer to taking over. Eztli had worked so hard for his control and this stupid bitch was about to make Itzal take it back. Now Eztli just wanted to kill her for simple reason that she was making Itzal fight so much. No one had ever gotten away from him. When he set out to kill someone, he did it. Itzal had never gotten control back in the middle of a kill before.

Eztli couldn't fight her as she lunged at him, taking them both to the pavement hard. He watched her, unable to say anything, as she moved up his body and held the dagger to his throat. It was at thought point, just like with when Itzal had been in control, that Eztli lost control. But not because he gave it up. He lost control because he tried to fight back again Axelle, raising a fist to try and punch her. Then Itzal pushed once more and his conscious slid into Eztli's place. Itzal sucked in breath and then coughed as he felt the knife cut into his skin. He was tempted to growl but then he remember who this was and what had been happening. Itzal looked up into Axelle's eyes and smiled a warmer smile than Eztli had ever given. He grabbed the wrist that was holding the dagger, knowing that it might take a second for Axelle to realize it was him.

He grabbed his dagger out of his pouch and brought it up to show it to Axelle, not attacking her with it but holding it in front of himself. He didn't intend to die by Axelle's hand, not after everything he had just done to save her. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically. But if he had too, he would keep on fighting her. He tried to talk and stopped, almost coughing as he was again reminded of the dagger at his throat.

Axelle Napier · 08-18-2012, 10:38 PM

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Ahaaaaa !

There was so much going on inside Itzal’s head in the few seconds Axelle hesitated to slice his throat. She wasn’t trying to hesitate, but she didn’t want to kill a man she once loved either. She fought with the thought of it – she would have to if it threatened her life. She pushed down harder on the knife – a satisfied smile slid onto her lips when she saw a little trail of blood beginning to form in the dips in his collarbone – but then when she looked up into his eyes, she saw something had changed.

He smiled at her now – something she hadn’t seen from Eztli, not like that anyway. She lessened the pressure on the knife, but still kept it there just in case this was a trick. She studied his face, now becoming unsure. His face didn’t contort in the way that it had and the smile that floated on his lips wasn’t evil. He didn’t try to cut her, and he made sure she knew that as he took out his blade, he didn’t attempt to attack her with it. She saw that his eyes were no longer empty like they had once been, and when she realized that Itzal was back, she fell apart. She took the knife from his throat, stood and backed away from him. Both wolves were bloody, but it wasn’t that that bothered her. She had almost killed him. She wiped his blood of the blade off on her rump – she didn’t bother wearing her skirt today. Blood was everywhere on her – what was a little more? Then she stuck the dagger back in its sheath strapped to her thigh.

She turned from him and picked up her crossbow from the other side of the bloody street. Blood leaked down her chest from her new wound, dripping between her breasts and down her toned stomach, and all the others purged as well. She could feel the little tickling sensation of dripping liquid down her back. She looked back at him, but didn’t say a word. She knew it was her own fault that Eztli pushed through, and from the twisted way she thought – she was happy that she finally got to meet him, but now that Itzal had control again, she felt a little weird. She didn’t know what to say to him – sorry for almost killing you...? He could say the same to her, but she wouldn’t let him.

She walked away from him, and as she did so – she could feel a sharp pain in her abdomen. She searched her mind to try to think of why that was, and even checked to see if she had any stab wounds there, but when the realization hit her, her stomach sank. Axelle kept forgetting she was pregnant – yes, to other young, expecting mothers - they would be happy about something like this and never forget. Axelle, on the other paw, had a bad experience once before involving pregnancy, and although she didn’t mind having pups with Kai, it was still not something she was that excited about. And it also something that kept from her mind, like now. She looked down at herself, but she wasn’t bleeding. The pain was terrible, and she cringed a few times – but managed to keep her composure and continue to walk away from her former love.

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Itzal · 08-18-2012, 11:20 PM

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Itzal watched as Axelle realized it was him back in control. First he could feel her lessen the pressure on the knife, and he took the chance to breath in some. He felt the blood running down his neck and he couldn't help but smile at it. Then when the realization truly dawned on her the knife left his throat and she stood up, backing away from her. He propped himself up on his hands as he sat up. He wiped the blood away from his throat. Both of their coats were matted with blood. Some still wet and other parts starting to dry. Both of them had come so close to killing the other. It was hard for Itzal to handle, thinking about how hard he had let Eztli come to killing Axelle. Axelle who he once would have happily been mated too. It had been so close to what had happened to the first female he had loved. That was why he had left to protect Axelle. But Itzal had stopped Eztli hadn't he? He hadn't let him murder Axelle, which meant that maybe it wasn't hopeless for Itzal after all.

He watched as Axelle turned from him and went to retrieve her crossbow. Itzal stood up himself and went to pick up the sultan's knife that Eztli had lost. He growled, seeing the blood covered knife. He bent and picked it up, sliding it back onto one of his belt loops. When he looked back up Axelle was walking away from him. He took a step towards her then hesitated. He could smell the fresh blood in the air and he could feel the fading tension. Even if he did go after he, what was he going to say. Axelle had wanted to meet Eztli before and maybe now that she had, she wanted nothing to do with Itzal. But Itzal knew Axelle, she loved to danger, and he doubted Eztli had truly scared her off. So why was she walking away?

Itzal decided to follow her, and he jogged to catch up with her. When he was a few steps behind her he couldn't help himself from grinning. He fell into his old self when he was around Axelle. It always felt so easy with her to be who he really was. A crazy wolf who didn't care what happened to most people. Axelle could understand who he was better than anyone. "No goodbye? I thought we were better friends than that Axelle. I mean you and Eztli just almost killed each other a couple of times. The least we can do is catch up." He said, grinning as he continued to walk a few steps behind her, a cocky grin on his face.

Axelle Napier · 08-19-2012, 01:07 AM

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What she really wanted to do was reach back and punch him in the face. For leaving her. She was pissed at him. He just up and left – disappeared on her. She looked for him for months, and still looked for him after that around in Halifax. She wanted him so bad back then – and even with him following behind her, she could feel those empty feelings returning. Why? Why were they returning? They should have been gone and completely disappeared when he disappeared. She could smell him behind her – the thick scent of blood mixed with Itzal’s intoxicating scent. Part of her just wanted to twist around and hold him in her arms, but that would make no sense to her. And it certainly wouldn't give her the closure she needed from him. She didn’t mind speaking with him, but she really didn’t want to become attached again. She had Kai now; she didn’t need Itzal, but oh how she wanted Itzal!

She paused in her stride to glare over her shoulder at him. She still didn’t want to stop – but what she really wanted to do was sit down to hopefully make the pain go away. She knew there were various benches littered around Halifax, but she chose the ground instead. She led Itzal to a building with a crumbling staircase outside. She sat on the landing, where the stairs were most intact and faced him with her elbows on her knees, and her hands holding her chin up. Her eyes were very accusing. ”What would you like to catch up on, Itzal?” Her tone was cold and demanding. She hated him for leaving her. She could kill him herself right now because of the fact.

Before he got a chance to sit, she jumped up from her seat and came down the stairs towards him. Then she got in his face, ”You think you can just come back and pretend like everything’s okay? Supposedly you saved me from Eztli,” she knew that had to be what he thought, and he really had saved her. She scoffed in his face, ”Well, guess what? I had him. I was good. I didn’t need you to come back out of whatever hole you crawl into when he takes over.” She spit the words at him like venom. She would have only had him if she could have killed him. But since she couldn’t, she didn’t have the heart to really kill him even due to the issue between them now. Eztli she did, but it was Itzal’s body he was in.

She glared at him closely with her two-toned eyes, and then circled around him. She was behind him now, still feeling the pain in her abdomen, but her anger was much more important at that moment. ”You hurt me.” She said it quietly, looking toward her scarred black arm. It was scarred from the previous scuffle she had there in Halifax. ”And you think you can come back and talk to me like nothing’s wrong?” Still a quiet tone, but angrier now. She still kept her gaze off of him.

Itzal · 08-19-2012, 01:37 AM

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Word Count :: 000 || Points: 0Ohh this is so nice and dramatic.

Itzal could understand that Axelle was angry. He had been angry at himself for leaving for the longest time. He had wanted to tell her that he was going, that he was planning on leaving to keep her safe. But she would have scoffed at him and never have let him go to protect her. It wasn't something that Itzal and Axelle could sit down and talk about. It had been hard enough for him to leave; he didn't need her making him want to stay any more than he already had. Itzal had felt like the danger he put her in was too much. He knew she loved the danger so she wouldn't have stopped it until it was too late. Itzal knew that he had to be the one that left, for both of them. What if he hadn't been able to control Eztli? He would have killed Axelle and left Itzal to deal with the after math. She wouldn't believe Eztli would kill her but Itzal knew otherwise. He had seen it first hand. Itzal had left to protect them both but now he regretted it more than anything. He had wanted to stay with her and knew he couldn't help but feel like he should have stayed.

Itzal wanted Axelle as well. It had been a while and Itzal had felt he had moved on. He didn't expect to run into Axelle so soon if ever again at Nova Scotia. Yet here the bi-colored wolfess was. He could smell her scent. He remembered the night he had slept in her den with her, her scent surrounding him as they laid together on her bed. That night had been one of his fondest memories. He wanted to go back to that night with Axelle and do things a little differently. Then maybe this wouldn't be happening now.

He watched as she paused, stopping with her. He saw her glare at him over his shoulder and his smug smile faded, a grimace spreading across his face. It wasn't that he wasn't happy to see her. He just wasn't looking forward to the unpleasantness that was coming. He knew after everything that she would want answers. She would be mad, like she was entitled to be. But it didn't make things any less unpleasant for the black hybrid.

He followed her, seeing the accusation in her eyes. He opened his mouth to answer her but before he got the chance she was there in his face, spouting accusations at him and lashing at him with her words. He just sat there and let her get it all out. He could tell she was angry and he had to resist the urge to get angry back at her. She was in the right here mostly, whereas he was wrong. He waited until she was done, for the most part, and then sighed. "No, I don't think I can just come back as you put it. You have no idea what it is like, how hard I was fighting for control. I could feel him about to kill you Axelle. There were times when I was hoping you would go ahead and end it. If he had truly killed you I-I...," He trailed off, looking her in the eyes before dropping his head and shaking it. "Eztli knew I care about you. That is why killing you meant so much to him. I tried to fight him, I didn't want to hurt you. But you think it is easy for me? What if I hadn't fought Axe? What then? Should I have just trusted you to kill him? You could have, but you didn't! Why didn't you just kill him? To Hell with me! You put yourself in danger because of me." He was getting angry, because if she hadn't cared about him, then she could have killed him and Eztli. It would have made sure she was okay. If he hadn't been strong enough to get control back, he wasn't sure she would have done it. He hoped she would have, but he wasn't sure.

His eyes thawed out as she admitted he had hurt her. He frowned, shaking his head. "I didn't want to hurt you Axe. I don't expect you to just forgive me like nothing happened. I left to make sure something like that," He waved his hand towards the street to show he meant the fight that had just happened, "wouldn't happen. I couldn't have told you I was leaving. That I was doing it to protect you. I know you, you know you wouldn't have let me leave." He knew it was true and even if she didn't want to admit it, she knew it too. She wouldn't have let him leave. "I don't expect to just come back. I just don't want you to walk away from all of this. I missed you." He looked at her and smiled as he said the last words, his usually self showing thorough some.

Axelle Napier · 08-19-2012, 02:32 AM

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His words touched her soul. She still kept looking away from him, even though he searched for her eyes. He says his leave was done for her protection – she understood. She could see him doing something like that to protect her, and she knew she wouldn’t have let him leave if he confronted her about it. She kept her gaze down at her scarred arm – the light scars shown through her missing fur like snow at night – something like that. She touched the crusted scars with one of her other fingers and remembered smashing that arm through a window to get a piece of glass. The piece of glass was then used to severe the Halifax man’s wrist. What a beautiful scene it was.

”I missed you.” It stopped all her thoughts and rang in the back of her mind. She couldn’t be mad at him anymore now that he explained himself. She couldn’t be ignorant to him anymore, and when a few seconds passed after he said those three beautiful words – she leapt into his arms. She encased him in a tight hug. Even though, Kai was in the back of her mind, this just felt right. She felt like she was home, safe (for the moment), and it just felt familiar. Comfortable. She squeezed her face into his chest, and squeezed him as hard as she could in her arms. She was shorter than him, and so her face only reached the top of his abdomen, lower chest. The two were a very big difference in height, and Axelle never really thought of herself as 'short', until of course she was standing next to Itzal. Or actually, trying to hug him.

”You have no fucking idea how much I missed you, Itzal.” She spoke into his chest since he was taller than her. She nuzzled her nose into his bloody fur, but she didn’t care. Hugging him wasn’t even close enough for her – she wanted him. Possession wouldn’t even be the word right then, though that wouldn’t satisfy her need either. And for once, it wasn’t a sexual need. It was just a companion need. This kind of feeling wasn’t something she felt with Kai, in all reality and weirdness – even though, Kai was her other half. Maybe it was the oldness that she felt with Itzal – he knew her back before Kai knew her. He saw her at her worst, right after she was beaten and raped by Kemo, and he still fell in love with her despite all her ‘baggage’.

Danger wasn’t enough to keep Axelle away from Itzal… Even if he was the source of it all. She would fight Eztli tooth and claw every day just to be able to spend time with Itzal. And she didn’t want to admit it, but fighting Eztli was good training. Hand to hand combat shit, something she wasn’t used to using. Fighting for her life made the learning experience a lot different and she caught on faster. Her strength had grown a lot since he had left and it continued to grow every day – even though, she would never be superwoman. Axelle claws scratched an uninjured part of Itzal’s back gently. She wouldn’t let go of him, not even if Eztli returned.

Itzal · 08-19-2012, 03:04 AM

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Itzal caught her as she leaped at him, wrapping his arms around her. He could feel Axelle pressing her face into his chest. He was rubbing her back, holding her tight against him. He had missed her more than he had even realized. He inhaled her scent mixed with his. He had missed that smell, both of their scents together. He couldn't help but smirk as she declared how much she had missed him. Her words were muffled by his chest, but he could still hear them. He had forgotten what it felt like to hold her. He had also forgotten how short she was, compared to him. The way she was hugging him so hard reminded him of the day he had showed up at her den and she had pounced on him, sending both of them onto the bed. But this hug was different. It was one of longing, not sexually, but longing for what they had before.

After all this time all Itzal wanted was to be close to Axelle. He just wanted to know that she was there for him to hold. And right now she was. Itzal grinned again, running one paw up and down her back, "I think I do know. It is good to hold you again." He said, closing his eyes as he felt her pressed against him. He pulled her arms off from around him and knelled down in front of her. He put his head against her should and smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You know, even covered in blood, you smell amazing." He said, smirking in his usual cocky way. He was happy that her anger was gone and that she had missed him too. Right now he didn't want to take it too far. He just wanted to enjoy the time he had with her.

Itzal would worry about Eztli later. He knew now that he could stop Eztli from killing Axelle, and so did Eztli. Itzal could feel it. Eztli still want pain and suffering, but he had a new respect for Axelle. She mattered enough to Itzal that hurting her would just be an inconvenience to Eztli. Not that he wouldn't try. But he would rather go after someone Itzal cared little about. So the kill would be easier. Itzal didn't feel the need to share that with Axelle at the moment. He didn't want to ruin their reunion.

Axelle Napier · 08-19-2012, 03:27 AM

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As her former lover sank to the ground, she hugged his head instead. They stood there for a few moments, and she planted small, sweet kisses in his hair. This was so wrong as she thought back about Kai, but at the moment – it felt so right. ”Same here.” She wanted to call him a pet name, but realized she didn’t have any for him. That sucked.

He reminded her of how dirty she was at the moment. ”Ugh, I would really like a bath.” She didn’t like smelling like so much blood – it gave her bad flashbacks of her near-death experience in the crumbling city. She remembered the man’s slumped body, the apartment – which was around the corner – that was soaked with blood and intestines everywhere; the nice blue wallpaper was no longer blue after they got done with him. Taught him not to fuck with her. He paid with his life.

”But thank you, I guess.” She mumbled the words into his hair. Now she had to hunch over a bit to accommodate his new size. He was shorter than her (surprisingly) being on his knees. She wondered if there was a lake or some kind of water source around where she could wash her body. She looked up from his head and looked around. ”Do you know of anywhere around here with a lake?” She never needed to bathe when she was in Halifax, but maybe he did. She just wanted to wash all the dried blood from her fur so at least when she went back to Anathema, she didn’t look like a mess. She didn’t want Kai getting overprotective over her again and doing something stupid – kinda like what she was doing there in the first place. Kai didn't need to know about her personal missions, and even though he would see much of the outcome - he didn't need to see her in her worst state. So, she would gracefully hide that from him.

Itzal · 08-19-2012, 12:25 PM

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Word Count :: 000 || Points: 0 I guess this post is just short and sweet.

Itzal nuzzled her neck and laughed as she placed kisses on his hair. He was becoming his usual self again, now that they had gotten everything else out of the way. He couldn't get over how normal it felt though. The two of them holding each other like this felt normal to him. Even after everything that had happened between them. It was amazing to him that they had both almost killed each other- albeit in Itzal's case it was Eztli who tried to kill her- and yet here they both were.

He chuckles some then grinned at her, "Sorry." He said, though he wasn't sure if he meant for reminding her that she was covered in blood or for Eztli covering her in it. He was sorry for both, he just wasn't sure which one he had meant. Maybe both.

"Don't mention it." He said, as she mumble into his hair. He rested his nose on her collarbone and sighed, just laying his head there. Itzal realized he was also covered in blood. Which didn't bother him as much as it did Axelle. The main thing that bothered him was that some of it was her blood. That was what made Itzal's fur stand on end. Suddenly he wanted to bathe as well. He knew about a lake that was a little bit out of Halifax where he had hunted the elk for Rio earlier. That is where most of the smaller animals went to drink. "There is one a few minutes out of Halifax. It isn't anything huge, but it is enough for us to wash off." He said, standing back up as she let go of him. He smiled, his lips turned up in the corner, "Shall we go?" He asked, raising and eyebrow and keeping his smug smile on his face.

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