M-Knight in Shining Armor

Sidra Pheonix · 08-30-2012, 09:12 PM

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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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Good luck Aro! Big Grin

The leopard spotted woman was usually strong, able to withstand a great amount of physical and emotional trauma, but now...she just wanted to die. Being in Casa had made her soft, weak to the cruelties of the world. After one night and one day with the traffickers, Sidra had been kicked from heaven into the depths of hell. She was injured, badly. They'd been kicking her around as if she were nothing more than a sack of sugar. A sweet smelling sack of sugar which was nothing but a toy in their eyes. The leader of the small group had been having fun with her all night, beating her, slicing her, fondling her, doing whatever he saw was fun without actually doing the act he was forbidden from. Her eyes were so heavy, she just wanted to sleep and never wake up. At least then she wouldn't have to feel the pain and violation...there she could dream of Aro and Casa, her safe haven until she decided to leave. Then, she could drift off into a better place if her mind and body were too tired to go on. The thought was welcoming, her eyes closed for just a moment and she was almost asleep. The blanket like haze fell over her and all the noises around her were shut out. A smile crept onto her dry and cut lips as she security of sleep took hold of her.

It wasn't more than a moment later that a rather harsh kick to her already bruised body woke her up. She hacked, coughed, and whined, the pain almost knocking her out again. She was sure a few of her ribs were bruised or broken, she didn't know how to tell. Now, she could barely smell her own heat, the predominant scent being her own irony blood. The no longer warm crimson liquid drenched parts of her coat. Others, it was already dry creating cool patches on her body. She shivered from the pain and the cold, curling herself up tighter to keep warm in the chilling morning air. The group's boss tended to avoid causing new scars, simply reopening the ones she already had. Several of the scars on her arms were retraced as well as one of the large ones on her chest and the single slash on her thigh.

Sidra could hear their cackles as they gathered around her, the main whom she learned his name was Samuel, flipped her over and took her by the maw lifting her face. Her eyes cracked open, puffy and swollen from his repetitive hits. Time to wake up now sweety. We goin' to be leavin' soon, gotta get you back where you belong. He laughed a deep and throaty laugh, a maniacal laugh. By 'back to where she belonged' he meant wherever the head honcho was. He seemed to travel around from place to place, wherever there would be the best business. Who knew where he'd be next. It didn't matter where, wherever he was, was hell.

Samual picked her up by her arm and set her on the ground. She was still feeling the effects of the drugs they'd given her the day before and was too weak to stand now because of her beatings and lack of sleep. Even though all the pain and fear, she curled her lips back in a snarl, looking straight up to the sick man with a hateful amethyst gaze. There was no way she was getting out of this, might as well given them a hard time. Maybe she could just egg them on enough that they would simply kill her and let her move on. Whether it be to heaven or hell, she didn't care. Anywhere was better than this. Samuel simply laughed at her and knelt down to her level. She growled, as loudly as she could but he simply stared at her. Then, he gave her yet another slap and she was knocked to the ground. She wanted to cry, but it seemed she barely had enough energy to do so and none came from her swollen eyes. A moment later, she was picked up and placed back into the covered wagon where she had been the day before. Stay ere' sweety. Gotta pack up the camp, then we'll get you home. She listened to them putting thing is sacks, picking kicking around bottles, and laughing. They talked about her of course and her irresistible smell, and of course, who would get her next.

Aro Marino · 08-30-2012, 11:17 PM

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OOC here!

If there was one thing that could turn the knightly Marino into a vicious beast it was his woman, who smelled of that sweet odor being kidnapped. How did he find this out, well, he found her spot she'd camped out at and there was no Sidra, but an upset Soloman. Right then he was on alrt, then the smell of males filled the area. His lips snarled and his eyes widened. The air was filled with fear, Sidra's fear. He looked to Soloman, "Can you take me to her!?" It was more a demand than a question. And with that he ran up to the horse, grabbed around the large stallion's neck and swung himself atop the horse. Soloman seemed to understand what Aro wanted, and it was as if he was waiting for the tuxedo man to come. Perhaps it was just his imagination. Either way, Aro was going to track down these damn idiots and show them who they just fucked with.

As Soloman ran Aro's mind raced. What could these men have done to her? What terrible things raced through his mind...them raping her, them defiling her in ways he couldn't let himself think about. Beating her into submission. He knew they'd had to, she was a fighter...but obviously these men over powered her. He had to think about this, how many could there be?

As the scent became more potent, her scent that is, he told Soloman to slow and the horse did. Aro dismounted then hushed the horse some, "...we need to be as quiet as possible...we're going to surprise these assholes and show them just who the real asshole is around here..." His deep voice whispered and he gave a nice charming grin.

Their cackles sounded the air giving them away. With how loud they were it would be easy to sneak up on them. His nose lifted and he found the direction the wind was going and moved downward. Moving closer and closer as he heard one of them speak, ears flickered forward listening to what he had said. Where she belonged was with Aro? Who did they think they were? His lips lifted but not a sound rumbled from him. His eyes finally got to see the group, then found Sidra. A man was staring at her, holding her and laughing before kneeling down and slapping her. He almost lunged right there sword drawn but he didn't. He had to calculate this, he had to keep his head about him. The moment she was in the wagon, his eyes focused on who was most likely the leader. It had to have been the one knocking her around.

She looked awful, and his worst thoughts came to the front. They hurt her, they violated her and they would pay...today!

He kept his cover nearing himself to a target and waited for no ones eyes to be on said target, his skinning knife. His eyes locked and the second the target was unnoticed Aro leaped from the brush and dragged the fiend back cutting the throat of the man open, the blood soaking the pelt of the man and down to Aro's snow white chest. As the man gasped in his grip Aro held the man's muzzle shut, "Now, feel her pain...die slow...and painfully.." The words spoken with a dark malice and deep voice. Once the man's jugular bled out he dropped him knowing now that they'd suspect something. Cleaning his knife he placed it back, and readied his sword moving away from his hidden spot elsewhere aware that they'd scent his friend when they began to search for him. He remained downwind, he knew it would be sometime before they found him, if he got another chance he'd take down another before letting himself be seen.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-31-2012, 04:14 PM

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The fear was building as she sat in the wagon. It was a deeply routed and intense fright that wracked her whole body. It wasn't just that she had been kidnapped, violated, or beaten, but it was that she was destined to a life of this...again. That's what scared her the most. Sidra tried to keep her eyes outside of the wagon and on the men, but her vision was blurry and crippled by the swollen state of her face. As she sat there, she wriggled trying to get lose from the rope that tied her hands and feet. But, obviously they knew how to tie up a prisoner and she couldn't do anything to loosen the knots. Her body shivered again as she watched them with the best of her ability. How long would it take? How long until they were on their way to the further depths of hell?

Sidra's ear flicked to the side of the wagon thinking she heard something different from the sound of men cleaning up a camp. Maybe a voice or a slight dragging, but it was probably just her tired mind playing tricks on her. The woman merely shrugged it off and continued to work on the ropes. As much as she wanted to, she wouldn't give up. There was always a chance of escape just as there had been the first time. At least Kativa was still free...that counted for something.

A second later, there was a panic among the men. There were only three voices though which immediately struck Sidra as odd. The one missing was Samuel's and he was generally the one barking orders. Her ears pressed forward listening carefully. The three of them gathered and sniffed the air, it smelled strongly of blood, but not Sidra's. One of the men followed the scent and found Samuel's dead body, still streaming with blood from his jugular. His voice sounded and he rushed back stumbling a bit as he came out of the brush. Ey! Ey! Samuel's dead! We've got a rat around ere'!! The two still by the camp growled and unsheathed the daggers at their hip, drawing them and looking around. With their boss dead, they weren't much of a threat, but a thread none the less. Jones! Go to the bitch, make sure she stays put. Jones was the one that had found Samuel. The one who had spoken nudged the man next to him. You an' me are gonna find the bastard...stay close. They walked slowly into the trees keeping their eyes and ears open. There noses were their primary tool, twitching and wrinkling as they tried to pick up the intruder's scent.

Jones was at the wagon alone standing in front with a bow and arrow. He had an arrow readied to loose in case he saw anyone. Sidra eyed him thinking of something she might be able to do to escape, but what? She was tied up, drugged, and injured...there really wasn't much she could do. Even so, her eyes narrowed onto Jones as she thought of a plan. Her hands focused still on the ropes, she needed to get at least one or the other loose so she could do something. The injured leopard woman fell over and knocked against the side of the wagon in her attempts alerting Jones who turned to face her, lowering his bow. Ey! Shut the fuck up and stay still. No silly business. Boss is dead. We ain't gonna lose you. He said, a smug grin on his face. Sidra's ears pressed forward. Dead?! What the hell was going on?

Aro Marino · 08-31-2012, 04:55 PM

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Wicked Aro is wicked..

The men panicked immediately upon the death of their leader. He grinned as they began to try and restore order to themselves. They split themselves, leaving one here to guard their 'treasure'. It was a stupid plan as two went on the search following his old trail. Either way, they'd be fucked really, unless they all stayed together. Aro went for the weak link, as he moved to the head of the wagon staying close and kept his body out of sight as much as possible. He silently hushed the horses while he moved past them to the side opposite of where the two had left. His ears stayed on alert and he took the side of the wagon staying low. The man was facing slightly away, looking at Sidra who was in the wagon. A cocky grin came to him as he moved quickly and swiftly behind the man, hands finding his muzzle and the back of his head. Swiftly Aro broke his neck and let him fall, to reveal himself to Sidra, a smooth grin on his features and a wink before he disappeared into the woods to take out the other two.

It would have been easy to have taken her and let them continue their search, but Aro wasn't one to leave the wicked unpunished. Not after the indiscretions they committed onto his female. He layed low and then got a good plan. He called for Soloman in a very sneaky way he'd devised before they made their way here. He whistled in a birds tune, one that wouldn't call much attention. The horse broke into a run his way. Surely spooking the men some. He whispered to the horse, keeping his voice low while his ears kept on alert. The plan was for Soloman to stay at a safe distance but keep the men on edge. Keep them nervous and never on the direction Aro was to come from.

The plan went into action, Soloman ran upwind of the scouting party. Their attention on the sounds and whinnies of the horse as he let out loud sounds for all to hear. He made himself sound distressed while Aro moved as quietly as he could. A proper arrow and bow in his hands now. He could his targets. He drew back eyes on one of their backs, eyes locked onto the heart of the man. His fingers released the taunt string of the bow and the arrow flew through the woods, and the targets body took a piercing strike through the right lung falling and causing sure panic from the other as he whirled to face Aro. The tuxedo knight dropped the bow, and drew his sword immediately. His muzzle downcast while a few stray furs from his mohawk mane feel over his eyes. A large wicked grin on his muzzle, "...you're alone now...what are you going to do?" His deep voice laced with an eerily blood thirsty tone.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-31-2012, 05:26 PM

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OOC He's so sexay!!! >.<

The two men had gone into the forest, following after what they thought was the intruder's trail. The man by the wagon was too caught up with Sidra to realize Aro was coming. He'd told her to be quiet but she continued to fiddle with ropes tied around her arms and legs. Her mouth was tied shut with a cloth, her muffled growls of frustration continued. It didn't matter at this point. Either someone had come to save her or someone had come to kill her, or steal her, maybe raid the wagon. She didn't know exactly but she wasn't about to let it happen without so much as trying. It was a good distraction for her to try and escape. Sidra fell over again and again before righting herself and starting her routine of rubbing her claws up against the rope to loosen it enough so she could break free with her legs. The man turned to hush her repetitively eventually bending into the wagon to point a knife at her. I said shut the fuck up!! What the fuck you doin' back ere'?! She glared up at him as the knife came closer and pressed against her cheek.

It came as a surprise to her and Jones when Aro came up behind the man and snapped his neck rendering him lifeless. Jones struggled in Aro's hands for a moment but he was much too quick to do anything to stop him. His limp body dropped to the ground revealing her knight in shining armor standing behind him. Her eyes lit up, to the best of their swollen ability, and a long whine escaped her maw, her tail thudding against the wood of the wagon. This had to be just a dream, maybe she had died and gone to heaven? That's right, heaven was here to reenact what could have happened but was much to good to have actually came true. But, now. His scent was in her nose, his stunning blue orbs looked at her, and he gave that ever so charming grin and signature wink he always gave. Happiness overtook her and her eyes welled up with tears, overwhelmed with relief and joy to see her hero. A moment later, he was gone and she was rolling around in the wagon still trying to get loose now a bit frustrated. He could have at least untied her!! But, he was here.

The men in the forest were searching without any success. The scent seemed to lead them nowhere and they were confused bickering with each other about which way the rat had gone. Soloman listened to Aro knowing exactly what they were doing here, they were here to save his woman and he would listen to the knight's every word. He galloped towards the men who were now standing in one place arguing with each other, their focus interrupted by their childish quarrels. Their focus was broken and reengaged on Soloman who was galloping around them tossing his head and whinnying and snorting loudly. His large hooves pounded against the ground as he approached swiftly. What da fuck?! The horse trotted around them distracting them the best he could. A moment later, an arrow pierced one of the men's chest dropping him to the ground. It was a nearly fatal blow which left him gasping for air on the forest floor as he gazed up at the sky dazed, confused, and nearly dead. The other man did turn to see Aro running towards him, sword in hand and he immediately took his own stance to prepare to face the rat. His eyes narrowed, fear striking his features as he saw the brute, listening to his words. He was merely a goon.

The man growled and laughed, unsure of what was to happen. He was scared, he was alone? His eyes dropped to his dead partner...what about Jones? Was he dead too?! The hackles raised on the goon as he tried to be as fierce as possible but this man had taken out them all? He lifted his head to cry for help, a desperate attempt. Jones!! Ey'! I got im'!! When there was no answer from Jones the man went into a panic growling viciously at Aro. I'll kill ya, that's what I'll do. You sneaky bastard. Face me head on, see who's the betta' man! Of course it was another desperate act to scare off the rat, futile and sad really.

Aro Marino · 08-31-2012, 06:37 PM

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ooc murr

The short glimpse of Sidra cause so much fury rush through him, he almost roared, but he manged to mask his anger and give her his joyful look, but the moment he left her sight Aro became the monster he trained himself to be. He knew he wasn't one, but to those who weren't righteous and those who caused harm to women, and even others Aro was the messenger of death. He had been swift and calculating, on the fly at that.

*Flash to being in front of the last goon*

His ocean eyes sparked in an almost demonic way as a less than friendly grin overtook him. The sight of this man's panic pleased him. Aro held no pity for a man who'd allow the beating and violation of a woman go, and let alone support it. This man deserved a special hell, and Aro was the delivery boy. The words were filled with anger, but the smell of fear was a stench that no one could cover up, his muzzle lifted and he looked up meeting the gaze of the other, a maniacal laugh came from him. It was all psychological warfare, and Aro could be the master. His sword lifted up, and he squared himself ready to take down this last man, "..mm" he growled grinning. His body closed their gap ready to dodge, parry, and attack his eyes watching the body of his opponent with an open mind to any counter the man could have. Ready to change on the fly.

He anger, his worry, and his blood lust all under tight wraps as he knew fighting with emotion as his fuel would only bring someone down. Using it as a tool, and alley as he did was the trick. Never did he let himself rush in too early, or blind himself with it. His mind stayed clear and crisp.

Sidra Pheonix · 08-31-2012, 09:00 PM

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Got a lot of replies in me today. Tongue Remember not to kill him. :3

The last goon had dared Aro to do something he would end up regretting. He quickly accepted the man's dare and with a growl Aro was charging him. He immediately reacted, his motions not nearly as fluid as the obsidian knight's. He was frightened and unsure of his movements. There was no way he was going to come out of this alive. He was weak, on the bottom of the food chain. These thoughts flooded his mind as Aro rushed at him with the sword in hand and a vengeful grin played across his lips. He had barely no time to react but his sword was raised and readied, he would fight or die to the hands of this man who had already taken out three men, one of them being his leader. The man charged with his weapon raised and when he neared Aro his spun and made a slash with his dagger for the black and white wolf's stomach. He didn't stop there desperately swinging the small sword to nick the man any way he could. Left, right, left, up down. Whatever he could. Meanwhile, his eyes shown the fear and he grunted as he slashed hoping one of his hits would land and he would have an opening

Meanwhile, Sidra had almost gotten her legs loose from the rope. Her claws had served her well and she was more than halfway done with cutting through one of the pieces that would let her go. Just a few more minutes and she would be free. She was so tired though, delirious and in pain, but she kept going until she needed a break. When she caught her breath she continued again and finally her feet were free. She gasped, her eyes smiling now that she could finally get out of here. She rolled to the edge of the wagon and then off of it landing on her knees and toppling over on her side. She still couldn't speak or use her hands to do anything. She tried to get up but was wobbly on her legs, the large slash on her thigh causing her quite a bit of pain. Even so, she wobbled around, Aro's scent seemed to be everywhere but she pin pointed him and slowly hobbled in his direction. Her steps were strained and she finally came toppling down, gasping for a breath of air. She could barely walk. The two dead corpses of the traffickers were on either side of her, blood pouring from the boss's body. It was a gratifying sight to say the least. Bloodshot amethyst eyes searched the forest for Aro, she could hear swords clinking together and groans int he air as she lay there. Maybe it was best she wait.

Aro Marino · 08-31-2012, 11:57 PM

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Lotsa PP XP

His eyes met directly into the man's fear filled orbs. His blue eyes bloodshot with pent up anger and he grinned with his wicked grin as his sword swung downward and shot the arms of the other upward, surely almost making him loose grip. The man couldn't get his stomach blow. He attempted many shots and Aro kept his eyes on the man's as he parried. Aro was done playing with this cowardly man and with one good swing the opponent lost his weapon, and the Knightly man rushed in his sword going to his throat as he pinned him against a large oak tree. His eyes narrowed down onto the goon, "...now, this is where I'd kill you...but seeing as I'm sure you have a bigger boss than the one you lost here, I'm going to be generous and spare your life. " His snarled muzzle snapped at the mans face, a deep throaty snarl rumbling from him, "...you're not entirely useless. You're going to deliver a message for me, got that?" He pressed the side of his sword deeper to the pervs throat impatient for the man's confirmation. "..you're going to tell your main boss that if he dares to come for Sidra Phoenix, he'll have to answer to me and 20 other warriors like me..got it!?" His fingers curled into the man's chest fur pulling him into the blade now. His eyes fiercely staring into his, "..one more thing, if you think of being clever..don't do it or I'll have to take off one of these hands of yours...just in case you don't believe me..." Aro brought up the man's dagger hand the side of his sword finding his wrist. The man attempted to fight against him, but Aro didn't waste too much time slicing it off clean. The man was lucky that Aro had kept his blades sharp, it would have hurt worst.

Aro watched as the the goon fell to the ground screaming in utter pain, pulling one of his polishing rags from a pouch he tossed it to him, "Wrap that tightly...and get out of here before I decide to make the other arm useless.." Aro then spat down at the man's feet waiting for the man to run.

Once the goon ran Aro watched him for a few moments before turning back to the encampment finding Sidra laying there before he got back to the wagon. He had been cleaning his blade on the way to her. He shealthed the blade then looked down to her, "...now...why didn't you just wait in the wagon?" His tone scolding as he picked her up with ease and put her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes taking her back to the wagon. On the way there he whistled for Soloman to join them. Also it was a signal that everything was safe now. He had a nice cocky grin on his features. He was covered in blood and surely about to mat up if he didn't clean it within a day, but he had a sweetly scented woman over his shoulders who was to surely be throwing a fit at him right now.

Getting to the wagon he placed her on the edge of it. His eyes looking her over, but ignoring the things that pissed him off the most, like her injuries. "..ya' know, I think I like you all tied up...maybe we could get a little more kinky with one another, whadda' think, Si?" He teased as he then knelt down and began to check her ankles seeing the rope lines. Her toes were cold despite how warm it was. His large hands were warm and he began to massage her feet to get the feeling and blood running through them. Then massaged her ankles. His eyes looked up, "...does that feel better?"

Sidra Pheonix · 09-01-2012, 12:28 AM

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That's okay. :3 Umm...Aro better untie her. Tongue

The injured and mentally tired leopard woman had managed to get up and stumble a few more steps towards where Aro was. Part of her wanted to help him beat the men senseless. She could only imaging how utterly satisfying it would be to give them a beating similar to the many beatings they'd given her. The thought urged her on. The other part of her just wanted to see Aro. A few moments later the air fell silent and she'd figured either Aro had taken care of the men, or they had taken care of him. She hoped for the best her money on Aro as she lay there tilted on her side. When he emerged from the forest, she whined, tail thumping lightly against the ground. She was so exhausted she barely had enough energy to express her excitements for his arrival and his Knightly appearance to save her. He was slightly frightening in appearance, most of his body covered in the traffickers blood. But, it was Aro here at last.

Aro stood over her for a moment and she glared up at him wondering why he wasn't rushing to untie her. Instead, he teased about she'd gotten out of the wagon. Could he really blame her? She wanted to be anywhere but here. The joking wasn't much appreciated. She wasn't in the mood for his smart ass jokes, she just wanted to go home and wipe the blood out of her fur and clean herself from the dirtiness the men had soiled her with. Aro picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, her body aching as she landed on him. She gave a groan of protest through her tied muzzle and wiggled a bit as he carried her. Somehow, his hands felt foreign on her, nothing compared to the traffickers dirty hands but she didn't want to be touched at all right now. She wanted a flask of Vodka and a bottle of wine all to herself. Then, she wanted to cry it out until she was strong again. The whistle had her ears erecting, she could hear Sully's heavy hooves as he thudded towards him whinnying when he got close and saw her. She smiled widely at the sight of him. Sidra struggled every bit of the way to the wagon wanting to be untied and left alone, but it seemed her wishes weren't going to be granted.

Aro joked again. This time, she found it even more distasteful and sent a growl his way. That was exactly the type of joke she didn't want to here right now. She wanted nothing to do anything sexual, even if it was with the one she loved. She felt violated and dirty, unworthy of his touch right now. Her eyes narrowed in a glare and her eyes welled up with tears thinking back to all they had done to her. She had to avert his gaze to get herself back together. The growls continued to rumble from her bleeding chest. Maybe he just didn't understand the extent of what had happened or how deeply it had ruined her. Still, Aro didn't untie her. Her hands remained behind her back and her muzzle tied. She was beginning to feel more and more like a prisoner to Aro every moment she stayed tied up. She didn't like it, hated it really. She growled louder pulling her feet away from him despite his sweet attempt to rub the warmth back into her toes. It wasn't like she could answer him anyways. Her head lunged forward quickly as if to bite him, but her jaws remained shut do to the cloth around her maw. The obsidian knight was really starting to piss her off. However happy she was to see him she was in no mood or state to be dealing with his attitude. Sidra went into a fit of sorts tossing her head about in wild manner trying to remove the cloth from around her jaws. She rubbed her muzzle against her shoulder trying to get it loose. Her tangled hair fell over her eyes while her growls became louder and more urgent.

Aro Marino · 09-01-2012, 12:49 AM

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Meh short..

She was beginning to become quite pissed with him and when she pulled from his massage he looked up to her. His eyes looked almost sternly into hers. She made a motion to snap, but couldn't, he then pulled the muzzling off of her, "Hey, you're not happy, nor am I, alright!?" He growled his lips twisting up, "Sidra! You don't think I can smell what they felt? Don't you think I have a damn idea what they had did?" The black and white male untied her arms next as he had the feeling she would truly snap at him, "...don't take out your anger on me, I didn't do this to you...and if you stayed in Casa they wouldn't have got to you, not with over 18 members there to patrol..and not to mention you being in the fort..." He then pulled back from her arms going on either side of the wagon as he looked deep into her eyes trying to see them now and look past her injuries. "...I'd think you'd rather me make jokes than show you how really damn pissed off I am about this, unless you'd rather see my wrath...they only got a taste of it...do you see a damn one right now!?" His jaw muscles tensed, his mind sternly focused on what had happened today. He waited to see what she wanted from him, one thing he knew he couldn't do was let her from his sight.

Even with her sweet scent around him swimming in his nose, he wasn't going to let that control him. There were more serious things to worry about, and that was her safety. Sex was the last thing on his mind.

Sidra Pheonix · 09-01-2012, 05:00 PM

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Eh, it's okay. :3

Who was he to look at her that way, like she was a child misbehaving? He wasn't there, now or in the past. Aro had only seen the tip of the iceberg. Finally he removed the cloth from around her mouth and her lips curled in a snarl, her tongue coming to lick her lips. Then her savior began to yell at her and she didn't appreciate that either, she snarled and glared at him as he spoke, head pressing forward dominantly when he growled at her. She hadn't factored in Aro's feelings about this, but he seemed to be nearly as upset as she was about it. Her face turned from his, lips still pulled back viciously. She didn't want to think about it anymore. Their hands had been all over her, tainted her. The woman shivered and curled her legs up to her chest, bringing her hands in front of her when Aro untied them. She rubbed her wrists for a few moments and then set her hands in her lap, still not looking at her knight in shining armor. Instead, her eyes traveled over her arms which were sliced up from the group's leader. Her fur was stained red. Then he placed some of the blame on her and her eyes turned to him, glaring from the pit of her soul at the man. She spoke, her voice harsh and a little raspy. How dare you blame it on me!! I thought I was safe! I thought this was over! I have a life and now that I'm in a pack. I didn't think they would dare to attempt to catch me now... Oh, she was so pissed off it showed in every action she made or expression that came to her face. Oh, but I was wrong...they're relentless, dirty, filthy, bastards of men and they'll never quit.

Her eyes fell upon the goon Aro had taken out. His head was unnaturally twisted backwards as he lay there. Sidra growled and gave a smile of delight seeing him dead but it quickly faded remembering the night before. Aro made it hard for her to look anywhere but into his eyes and so she did. It was somewhat hard to keep eye contact with him. Sidra wanted to cry, let it all out, and for her heroic knight to take her in his arms. Although his hands felt a little strange and foreign on her body, she couldn't deny him. Aro wasn't the one who had done this to her. He'd come to save her and had caused her nothing but happiness. The man didn't deserve to be treated the way she was treating him. Still, she was a bit stubborn and still incredibly pissed off. Her eyes softened as she listened to him trying to push back the rage and tears that wanted to tear loose. He was right. The jokes were better than him getting worked up over it, but he couldn't really be angry at her. He'd taken care of the ones responsible, taken revenge for what they'd done. She slowly shook her head, her ears pushing back up against her skull. He'd saved her from hell and her piece of heaven was now here, what more could she ask for? Her legs fell from her chest and she leaned forward placing her forehead up against his blood soaked front side. A long inhale was taken of his scent mixed with those of his fallen foes. She was safe now. I'm sorry... Her voice was nearly gone and she was still eaking back the tears that wanted to fall.

Sidra was tired. Every bit of her was bruised and it hurt to breath, it hurt to make any kind of movement really. Her body felt cold, shivers rippling through her every now and then. It probably had to do something with the loss of blood, her exhaustion, and the fact that her coat was matted creating cold blanket around her. Sidra sighed letting her eyes fall shut. They were heavy, more so than they had been before now that she could finally relax. Within twenty four hours she'd gone to the depths of hell all the way back up to heaven, for the most part. It would be much better when she could wash herself and tend to her wounds, when the pain subsided and she could have a nice long sleep. The most important thing to her right now though, was the hero that stood before her. Sidra loved him so much and the act of saving her only further proved his love for her. She was so lucky. A smile formed on her lips and her arms lifted in a slow heavy motion to wrap around the giant's waist. With the strength she had in her she squeezed him, pulling him closer to her. Her face pressed up against him and eyes tightened shut still trying not to let a single tear fall. It was apparent that she was trying no to cry, her brow furrowed and muzzle wrinkled.

Aro Marino · 09-01-2012, 11:38 PM

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Crazy - K Ci and Jojo :3

Sidra certainly wasted no time in retaliating and Aro's eyes narrowed onto her as she continued on. Okay, okay, he could understand what she was saying, partially. What really got to him was how she seemed to know this was going to happen. What kind of shit was she involved in to have men coming after her? Did she wrong them? Were they part of a pack and Aro just called them out to fight!? What had he just buried himself into? Aro was now concerned. Not scared, No. Aro just wanted to know what kind of shit he mgiht be bringing to the pack. A very hissy like growl came from him as he tried to keep his cool, the fire in his eyes showing, but he didn't take this out on Sidra, no. She didn't need him on her like that. The woman had been through enough, it was obvious by the way she was holding herself right now. His eyes tore from he and he looked down, hands on the wagon and leaned in. He was thinking really deep and hard. It was like he had an angel and a devil on his shoulder right now. His mind in turmoil on how to proceed and handle this.

His head was down and he wasn't looking at her. He was pissed because she never mentioned anyone after her, pissed because he almost lost her, pissed because she didn't think they would be coming after her when she left the safety of the packlands. He was also pissed because he didn't keep a better hold of her while she ws in heat, pissed because he didn't get here sooner, pissed because he wasn't handling this better. He wanted to bring her to him, and hold her tightly, but right now it seemed she didn't want his touch. His ears were back tightly on his skull, his muscles tensed harder than ever, jaw muscles flexed like he was wanting to tear into the flesh of more of these monsters that dared to put their filthy paws on her. His eyes looked to the bastard he'd twisted.

His eyes caught a sliver of motion from her, she brought herself to him. He didn't move fearing his sweet butterfly would flutter away if he moved. She put her head to his chest taking in the mixture of death and life on him. His muzzle pointed watching her. His eyes still hard, but seeming to soften when he heard the sorry. A hand slide up her side to the middle of her back, "...no, don't be sorry...you have every right to be upset, you've been through a lot...I'm trying to be understanding of that.." He knew she really wasn't mad at him. She was just upset by how she'd been treated.

She wrapped her arms around him pulling at him to get closer. As smoothly as he could he moved into the wagon with her. Gently and with much care he brought her into him, his legs moving apart so she could be between them. She was fighting her tears and his rough voice whispered to her, '..baby, let it out...it's okay..I'm here and I'll be damned if anymore harm came to you. They'd have to get through me first..." It was obvious he backed his words up. No one was going to touch his female, no one! He wrapped his arms around her like he was the blanket, the shield, and her weapon. His muzzle went over her head protectively. "...never forget that...never. I love you..." He'd been saying this a lot lately, but he felt like she needed to hear those words.

Sidra Pheonix · 09-02-2012, 07:22 PM

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OOC shtuff here.

Her savior seemed to fall stiff as she placed her head on his chest. Maybe he was simply too angry to deal with her right now. The thought tugged at her but she didn't want to move away from him. She wanted him here with her, she wanted his touch and his voice. Sidra stiffed as well, the two angry lovers waiting for one or the other to fall under the pressure. She was the first to do so apologizing to him and as soon as the words filled the air things seemed to change. His hand came to her back and instead of feeling foreign it felt welcomed, like his touch normally was to her. This wasn't one of the traffickers, this was the man who had shown her happiness beyond what she thought was possible. It may have taken her a little while to remember that, but she did now and truly was sorry that she had treated him the way she had. As his hand touched her her face buried into his fur, probably wiping some of the blood from his coat onto her but she didn't care.

The touch seemed to sooth her as well as break a the seal that was holding back the tears. His voice was yet another comfort to her, telling her that he was trying to understand. That was all she could ask for right now. Thankfully, he reacted to her arms around him and came into the wagon with her. She never let go of him, squeezing him with all she had. She didn't want him to see her face or the tears that were already starting to fall. Aro pulled her closer and she pressed into him as much as she could, still trying to fight the tears that were already escaping her tightly shut eyelids. His voice was the breaking point for her. She didn't want to let it all out. She just wanted to tuck it into the back of her mind and forget. But forgetting the things they did to her was like forgetting your own name. It would stick with you for the rest of your life. Sidra could feel the warm tears wet her pelt and soak into her fur as the fell and once Aro was done with his words she shattered like a glass vase full of water. Her body jerked as she sobbed, her voice sounding sadly as Aro held her in his arms tightly. He truly was her knight, so chivalrous and passionate. He proved that she could trust and count on him to be there when she needed him.

Sidra continued to sob not feeling as self-conscious as before now that her knight had told her it was okay to let it all go. She only cried for a minute or two before sniffling and bringing an arm to wipe her tears away. It was a temporary lapse which she was getting over already. Of course she would be upset for days or weeks even but she knew everything would be fine now that Aro was here. Within a few more minutes Sidra had grabbed hold of her composure again aside from a few sniffles and puffy red eyes. I thought I was doomed to that life again...I thought I...would never see you again, or anyone from Casa. The life I'd found here felt too good to be true....and before you came....I was being dragged away from it. As she spoke those words her voice had some breaks, the tears threatening to return. But her happiness was overriding the sorrow. Sidra pulled her head away from Aro's chest to look up at him, a small tired smile on her face. But, you came....I can't believe I'm here with you right now. It's almost like a dream. She laughed a laugh brought on by the happiness and pure exhaustion, a laugh that wracked her entire body. She couldn't stop even though her body was sore with each chuckle. Ow... She cried in between her cackles, eyes becoming heavier and heavier by the moment. Oh god, I love you Aro. Her nose nuzzled his before she buried herself back into the scruff of his neck, small chuckles still escaping her. She really needed some rest.

Aro Marino · 09-02-2012, 08:03 PM

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She's gone hysterical...o.o

They were both so tense, so upset, and so damn stubborn. If she hadn't said that sorry, Aro wouldn't have known what to do. He wouldn't apologize to her, he hadn't done anything wrong. He came here, he rescued her. Luckily, things worked out, and they were now holding onto one another, and he did his best to be her steadfast anchor. Her crying fueled him, he almost wished those damn monsters would come back tenfold. He would rip them all apart. His lips twisted up, luckily she couldn't see the anger he was expressing right now. They hurt her, they made he cry. For every bruise he'd destroy that canine in charge of this. The one solely responsible. He had the feeling, when he had listened to them, these guys...the ones strewn about dead, weren't the ones calling the shots. They were just following orders, but they were responsible for following through with them, and that was enough to make Aro find reason to destroy their lives.

The moment she began to sob, her body jolting with each hard cry. She was in pain, emotional, but it hurt Aro. He gripped onto her tighter and he silently began to cry. A few stray tears fell for her. He didn't huff her, he didn't try to calm her. She needed to cry, she needed to get it out. She spoke, and he merely listened. Aro hadn't worried at all about that. He would have hunted them down, he would have laid waste to them all to get to her....which he had. When she pulled away, he quickly checked his eyes for any sign of tears, there were none. He gave her a warm grin meeting her beautiful stare. Her laughs were a little disturbing but, he figured it was the affects of her adrenaline crash. His grin grew more watching her calmly as she went through her own emotional rollercoaster, sitting shotgun with her the whole way. He gave a few warm chuckles as she lost herself in her laughter fit, "Oh, Si, I can guarantee you that those bastards wouldn't get far with you...I'm a fucking badass.." He laughed at his explanation of how they couldn't take her from him.

Aro wanted to explain better, but he was tired. His own body was crashing, but he still had a lot of things to do. He needed to wash off..he needed to wash the stink of those bastards on her. He also needed to get them home. For now, he would continue to be with her until she fell asleep on her own. His hand came to brush his thumb gently over her cheek down her neck to her shoulder, "...no one will take you from me without horrible consequences..." his rough voice whispered to her before kissing her crown affectionately.

Sidra Pheonix · 09-02-2012, 11:33 PM

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Yes...yes she has. X3 Wanna rp out her waking up and him helping her get clean? Then taking her home? Big Grin

The mentally and physically tattered woman was in a delicate state of mind. Something small could send her back into a state of tears or make her laugh hysterically like she had just been doing. It was almost like she was high, drunk, or something of the sort while being physically exhausted to boot. Aro laughed with her a little bit which helped her to calm her own fury and sadness further and eventually, she was somewhat okay...unstable, but okay for the moment. Aro's words made her laugh some more as she dug herself into him not wanting to leave the safety of his arms. A few stray tears ran down her face but were quickly wiped away by the man's fur. He was a damn god for sticking with her through this and still, he didn't know about her past and the person she had been. The person, which still lingered on her and took hold of her every now and then. Habits were habits. Sidra nodded as she laughed, speaking between her chuckles. I believe...that now. You gave them a piece...of your mind. You're my fucking badass knight in shining armor saving a damsel in distress. It was almost like a fairy tail...her fairy tale that she would hold onto with her life.

Sidra felt disgusting, but she was much too tired to care at the moment. She'd been soaking her own blood for the past twenty four hours and the cold air it left her with was, at the moment, being taken away by her own personal heater. In the back of her mind, she wished she were clean but it wasn't the first thing on her mind. The stench of old blood filled her nose as well as the blood of the men, it was a putrid aroma. They were sick bastards and she could still smell them. It unsettled her for a moment, bringing her back to the reality of things. Her laughter ceased and face became austere as she huddled against Aro. Her knight's large hand came to rub against her and she smiled again, pushing into it before she let her head relax on his arm taking one long deep breath. She nodded and nuzzled him before letting her eyes close. I believe you. No one will take you from me either... Her voice faded off and within a few moments she was asleep. Her body remained tucked tightly against Aro as she slept, light snores emanating from her with the rise and fall of her gashed chest. Her dreams were pleasant for the meantime, knowing that she was safe now.

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