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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 16:31:57 GMT -6
Water filled her ears.. making every sound around her rumble with a blurry bass. How long had the storm been going on? How long had she been a slave to the sea carrying her around wherever it pleased in the violent winds. Jonas had tried to grab for her when the side of their ship rammed into a jagged stone.. but he fell back.. and she fell over. Her body was almost too tired to struggle anymore, hands gripping at a boulder to try and steady herself anytime she passed one. The lightning above lit up the raging waves just long enough for her to scream - muted by the water - at the enormous rock ahead. It only took a second for her to slam into it, the side of her face warm with blood and her thigh, ribs, and shoulder aching along her right side from the heavy impact. Another wave.. then another.. thrashing her without mercy. Until it thrusted her on land, finally, and she gasped louder than the current thunder, coughing out the salt in her lungs and collapsing her chest onto the sand. August sat there a while, trying to breath and calm down.. take account of what was broken and what was bleeding. The answer to both was; 'too much'. ~*~*~ She must have slept at least fifteen minutes. Her head was foggy and the storm raged on in the distance - leaving the skies pouring now without their furious lightning. Her nose accidentally inhaled some of the sand she lied against, making her cough once more and shooting a pain through her side. A wince crossed her face and she cried out, pulling up her good leg in reaction. Perhaps she would have stayed there forever, beaten and bruised, if it wasn't for the glow that twinkled lightly in her peripheral vision. An unnatural.. odd glow. She blinked a few times, turning her eyes and seeing the catlike, predatorial creature further away. Watching her. Was it waiting for her to die off?.. Or did it already recognize her as easy prey. She couldn't go that way. There was no way -- "No way in hell-!..." she growled at herself, forcing her palms to press into the sand, her good knee as well, and grunted heavily as she stood herself painfully upwards. "You hear me!!.." she stumbled forward a step, yelling towards the Domhan Tirian animal. "I'M on the top of the foodchain!.." her knee crumpled down and she saw the cat turn and walk slowly away. She didn't have long.. she needed to get out of here. Her steps had carried her slowly, painfully, through the thick forest - occasionally brushing against trees and falling forward a little before correcting herself again. She had checked around her belt. August's handgun had made it.. strapped at the small of her back.. but it was dead. Full of water, useless. A large hunting knife sat in a casing on her bad thigh, as well as one within the boot on the same leg (albeit smaller in size). That cat had probably gotten more.. to follow her, hunt her down, eat her alive. Her face became angry as she stumbled at a snail's pace through the trees and brush.. The faces of Ground-Bound's Lord, Helen Hanover, and Jonas flashing through her mind. Everything had been taken from her. She was on top of the slums - and now everything was gone. Her sore shoulder hit the trunk of a tree, making her slump against it and giving a low and painful moan. She took deep breaths.. but they hastened with rage. Who would care if these damn predators ate her? Nothing was left, no one was left. August glared back behind her, as if facing them in the darkness at whatever distance they might be, and she yelled as loud as she could with bared teeth.. until she slid down the tree.. her back against it.. and shut her eyes.
OOC: Long post is long I'm so sorry >.< I kinda made it a two-in-one for her intro/where she is now. Please don't feel obligated to match XD. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 8:23:02 GMT -6
| Breath escapes her in a quiet little rush as she crouches down in the undergrowth and sniffs in, her head dipping down; the scent is strong on the air, the smell of poison and meat that tells her she's on the trail of what she's hunting. The kath had come out onto the beach, and she can see the gentle glimmering of its coat from here; her hands press against grass slowly giving way to pebbles and beach sand; her eyes narrow to simple little slits in the darkness. The kath, bright as day, is weak and dying; a poisoned small animal is the bane of this particular male, but the male stops and is watching something. Shetani tilts her head and dips down again and gets a sight; a figure down on the ground, in the sand, and...is she dead? Shetani blinks, lets her eyes focus once more. The figure stands shakily and the Kath vanishes for the time being (for the woman, anyways, Shetani can still see his gleam like it's a beacon) and Shetani lets herself dip back quietly.
Her hunting-dress is mottled and camouflaged, and Shetani keeps herself parallel to the Kath. Perhaps, she thinks, it is going to make a kill of the woman; she hopes not, but she can't move until the time is right; her reflexes make her faster, not stronger, and even then, if the Kath was in his prime before he was poisoned there's a chance he'll move faster than she can. Shetani whispers softly to herself, whispers a gentle prayer to Brynne, and drops down further, bellying through the undergrowth as the Kath tracks the Woman. Whatever demons she's running from, Shetani realizes, she'd best make good on them now, because the Kath is preparing to strike.
Then Shetani sees, and she sees so much all at once it makes her eyes flash wide: the woman is leaned against a tree; her defiant bellow makes the Kath twist, and Shetani begins her run forward as it begins to move forward; as the Kath jumps, Shetani gets an arm around its throat and her other hand brings up the hunting knife at her side and there is a sound, the slash of flesh; blood sweeps warm across her arm and down her hunting dress; in a fluid movement Shetani works the beast to the ground when it begins the dying-roar, and she spears it through the neck again, tears open the entirety, and then looks at the woman in the dark.
Bloody hands extend out and Shetani touches the side of the woman's face before she dips in and checks to see if she is still breathing. Behind her, the dead beast's luminescent fur continues to light, as if it were only sleeping.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 13:02:25 GMT -6
The sound of the cat's growling was the last thing she heard before she was out. Her head fell limp, leaning over and down onto her shoulder in a loose and unhealthy-looking fashion. The angle it was at made the blood over her cut brow flood down onto her eye and cheek until pooling at the edges of her jaw and dripping downwards.
'..You can't touch me..' she thought in her head, bouncing and echoing in different pitches and emotions - yelling, screaming, crying, begging, informing, ordering, questioning, reassuring.. all to herself. She was always invincible.. Perhaps her greatest strength - fearlessness - was now her worst enemy. The rain mixed with her blood, scratches and welts everywhere in odd colors from the crashes she took against the rocks, ribs pressing further into her and aching at every breath.
At the touch of something on her face, her eyes tried to flitter open. The right one stayed shut, stuck with blood, and the other tried to focus with the glow behind the figure in front of her. Why the hell were they so damn close.. No one got that close to August besides Jonas or the other higher-ups. How dare she-- wait.. that's right.. she wasn't in Zhadrah anymore was she.
Her head tried to lift, but rolled downwards with her chin against her collar bones, hand reaching for the knife on her thigh. She coughed heavily, yanking it quickly free with what strength the injured shoulder had, and held it in front of her weakly against her stomach.. pointed at the girl. August slowly tilted her head up so the back of it could rest against the tree for support.
The first time she tried to open her mouth to speak, blood trickled through her teeth and down the side of her mouth, making her swallow and try and clear her throat with a painful sound. Even then.. her voice was harsh, rough, and muted with dryness. "G-et your hand off m-e..." her body might have been weak.. but the fury in her eyes was well awake - piercing at the young woman.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 16:04:24 GMT -6
| A little pause and her head turns, her eyes narrowing slightly, slits in the darkness that hide, for a moment, the fear there; she's soaked in blood and so is the woman and--she never asked for this, never wanted any of this, but she's here now and the woman's talking to her, and so Shetani can't--just--leave her---!
"No," Shetani rasps softly, defiant for once in her life, and her hands press swiftly down the woman's body, prodding here and there gently to push and provoke sounds, finding things that make the sounds of broken bones; she remembers her father's bloody face and Shetani meets August's gaze, those eyes strangely defiant, and she hisses something to herself before the girl pushes forward, tries to work August over her shoulders. Too much of a height difference, and Shetani makes a soft noise in her throat.
She may be an optimist, but there's no hope in dying here: guaranteed. She's--put up with too much to die here. So Shetani turns and stares into the shadows, and she sees it, beyond August's vision, the faint glimmers of--
Turns again, her hands falling to August once more, and she's searching for something different, eyes shock-wide. "I need you to work with me. They smell blood. We're--" She's panicking and her breath is quick to come in sharp gasping wheezes, her hands searching faster, looking for something: "Weapons, do you have--have a knife--" She had stealth on her side the first time, and there's two advancing in the dark. "TELL ME!" Her yell is a squeal of fear as she feels the woman's blood slick her fingers. | tagged: | @august |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2014 16:53:39 GMT -6
When the other girl said 'no'.. well what the hell was August supposed to do? She just kept staring at her, the knife limp against her stomach as if to threaten. But it didn't seem like that worked out too well.. Soon, the pads of the girl's fingers were pressing and prodding all along in different areas. At first, the gang-leader was too tired to care, eyes drifting again as she attempted to keep her glare directed at the stranger.
The pressure on her thigh made her moan a little.. but to be honest? There wasn't much feeling in it at all. Probably not a good sign but at least she could push past what pain would be there by it being numb. Her upper arm burned, weak from bruised and pulled muscles after the impact, making her face wince a little and tilting her head slowly back over to the side without her own permission - resting once again onto her shoulder.
But as soon as pressure was put on her side? August shrieked out, trying to whack the girl's hand away with her neck extending and head bent backwards, spine stretching at the stabbing feeling. The more she moved, though, and reacted.. the more it hurt. She gasped for air, trying to stay still and calm herself - but then the damn girl tried to put her shoulders underneath her torso and stomach, earning another crack of horrendous discomfort in her throat.
And all the sooner she was dropped back down against the tree, knocking the air out of her lungs. The girl's words were so close together that August's consciousness had to work double time to try and keep up. Until she saw the kath.. and her last bit of adrenaline kicked in.
August stabbed the knife into the ground for the girl to take, stumbled forward as much as she could and shoved her away before meeting one of the kath head-on. Her hand scraped up a grapefruit-sized rock and she collided with the lunging animal. The sounds both of them made?.. It was hard to tell which one was the beast. August shouted deeply, savage in sound, and lifted the rock up as it tried to chomp at her - smashing it down into its face...
It made a weakened whine.. and she straddled above it. Again she hammered the rock down.. bones and teeth cracking.. again.. more blood.. again.. more breaking. Again, again, again, yelling, gasping, destroying the kath's head to a pulp before she eventually couldn't lift her arm anymore and slumped on top of it. "Give..." she panted.. "me... m-y knife... back.."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2014 10:40:41 GMT -6
| A groan at the thigh; a strike at the side; Shetani twitches and feels her breath rush back into her lungs, her eyes flashing wide--a wound, there, a broken rib (better than other things) but the woman is crying out loud enough that there is no punctured lung; her back arches and Shetani skitters back a step, trips over the dead Kath and bathes herself in a splash of crimson which makes freeze and gasp in horror, for not only was she now doused in blood, but she could see a kath creeping behind the tree, fangs bared in the darkness; Shetani furrowed her eyebrows, twisted forward, tri--
Blood.
Screaming.
Shetani freezes, her arms going shock-still extended in front of her; the woman pushes by her and there is the sick sound of screaming and breaking bo--
Can you smell that? Blood, girl, blood, and it's HER fault it's fallen, not mine, don't LOOK at me like that, don't you DARE say--
Shetani can feel the shaking through her bones, deep and afraid, because her father, he killed--
IT'S NOT MY FAULT! If you'd tried to HIDE us, tried to HIDE what we were, we could have--
No, she needs to get out of that, she needs to escape the fear that curls up her spine with deep fingers and threatens to click into her brain and switch her off, because the other Kath is not scared by the one who has died with brains spattered across a rock; Shetani curls her fingers around a knife (August's, when did she take it, was it earlier? She can't remember now that her father's murdering her family is stamped across the fore of her brain), and, with blood staining into her clothing, she jumps forward.
The reek of blood and death is overwhelming and brings tears to her eyes as she stabs up, taking the Kath through the muzzle and tearing, the second stab clean in the side of the head, leads to a spasming death, but that doesn't change the fact that Shetani cannot smell anything else but--
her back arches and her hands find her own clothing, ripping away the bloody stains, throwing shreds of fabric onto the ground, because it's everywhere. She cannot stand the smell and the screaming of beast and woman have intertwined, intimate, in the back of her head. Shetani dips her head and cups her own face in her hands, trembling, feeling the bile rushing in her throat, feeling fear dancing up her spine like bright white light. | tagged: | @august |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 0:36:40 GMT -6
A minute later.. Why the hell wasn't the knife already in her hand or stabbed in the dirt beside her? She was breathing there, against the bloodied fur of the dead, mangled beast, demanding that what belonged to her be returned. Her head turned a little to try and see - one eye still shut from the gash above her brow.
She was just sitting there? Curled and gagging? The hell kind of sick, twisted, joke was this.. August growled angrily, teeth gritting as she pushed her palms to the dead carcas in order to sit herself up. Her good leg pushed her upwards to stand lob-sided. Pathetic.. this girl was covered in the blood of her kill and it sickened her.. she didn't belong somewhere out here - so she shouldnt've come in the first place. Child.
Enough was enough and August's left hand reached around to the back of her belt before pulling out the handgun and pointing it at the girl.. hand shaking and weak.. barrel sideways so she could see above her knuckles. "..You d-eaf??.." she hissed through her teeth, spitting some of the blood away out of the side of her mouth. But not the Kath's.. her own.
The gash on her forehead hadn't stopped oozing.. and it was fairly deep. It had seeped its river down her jaw, neck, even around her shoulder to her back and the other side over her chest. Though she didn't seem to mind it much, her skin was beginning to turn a grayer shade from her olive-tone. And she stumbled back a step.. still holding the gun.
"GIVE IT BACK-!" she roared in frustration at the dizzy feeling in the front of her skull, snarling. Her boot's heel edged against a root, making her faulter even more. And she fell back.. Not gasping this time, or shrieking or groaning. There was no more energy for that. It was just a dead *THUD*.. Her eye stared up, vision blurring as she tried to focus on the leaves far above.. and her grip loosened on the gun at her side. "...damn..."
She knew it.. she just didn't want to admit it..
August was done.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 16:00:50 GMT -6
| Shetani bristles quietly as she turns, gagging quietly and trying to bite back the need to vomit onto the forest's floor; leaves are caught up between her fingers and she grabs the knife by the handle, digs it hard into the ground, and wheezes loud; her back arches: she turns, catches the gun pointed at her, but her immediate reaction is born of recklessness and the realization that the woman is about to topple anyways. Shetani stands up and steps forward, her hands curling up into fists, and as she nears the woman, she merely knocks the gun barrel aside, eyes level--
She's doused in blood, the burst from severed jugular vein drips from her body, and Shetani stares down as the woman falls. Here, now, she's defenseless, and the first matter is gathering up her knives, and that job is done wonderfully quickly; her knives tuck down into her clothing and she's crossed to August once again, claiming the strange woman's blade as her own--she's killed with it now, and it will be hers until otherwise stated. Her cabin in Domhan Tir is smaller than the one in Hryst, but there's no way that the woman will survive the trek back, and so Shetani's only option is simple...
Her head turns, Shetani turns, and she slowly gathers together materials, branches and leaves and bits of vine, twists them into a stretcher of sorts, and pulls the woman onto it whilst minding the harmed side. The entire time she wheezes like she's hurt, her eyes slowly going side to side as she watches for more threats; a vine bound around the woman should keep her in place but Shetani ties another around herself, like the harness on a dog, maybe. And then she gnashes her teeth together, lowers her head and grabs the knife to her side, holds it; she strains forward, feet digging into the blood-soaked loam before she begins to move, and once the walking starts, Shetani clicks her teeth, sobs in a breath.
A few soft grunts and a jerk forward; her hands twitch at the air and paw as she begins to pull. The woman may not be overly heavy but Shetani is not particularly strong. | tagged: | @august |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 18:19:49 GMT -6
All that was left of her consciousness was white noise and static shuffling in spastic and random areas of her thoughts. It was like her head was full of both everything and nothing all at once. How hard had she hit her head?.. Hard enough to know how difficult it was to focus on the most basic things or even try and stay awake. So she didn't. Probably wasn't the best thin in the world with someone who'd crashed their head against a rock thanks to stormy seas but.. it wasn't like she had much energy to try and push herself to do otherwise. Her body dragged lifelessly, breaths shallow and slow, arms dragging against the ground and heels rolling over root and rock alike as the girl lead her away in the makeshift harness. Who knew how long the walk had taken.. ~*~*~ The back of her eyelides were a piercing black.. so deep that it pained her to even try and rest with them shut. Her armpits ached from a pulling sensation - as well as a constricting feeling around her chest (as if she needed any more of that). She felt the ground beneath her and heard the creak of a wooden door.. That was when she started to wake up. As soon as she had begun to be dragged, her head rolled off to the side and she opened her eye. "Ahnnn..." she groaned, vision trying to focus and the other eye trying hard to break through the dried blood that kept it shut. She caught site of the vines around her chest and under her arms.. and took a sharp breath in. August's adrenaline, having somewhat regained in slumber, kicked in. Fight or flight.. and she never chose the latter. "Geh-!.." she clenched her teeth and pushed her chin down to her collar bones, automatically frightened about where she was and what was happening. Her hands tore away at the greens holding her in place, ripping them and rolling out away from it onto the floor, head flipping upwards and gazing at the young girl beside it.. a foot away from her. "N-AHHH!!!" she growled, lifting herself up and reaching out to her to tackle her to the ground - hands gripping weakly against the girl's neck. Fear shot through her expression.. not rage, not fury.. uncertainty and confusion. Where was she? What was happening? What had happened? Who was this woman - why was she here? Where was Jonas? All things the huge whack on the head had instilled within her, only putting gasoline onto the fire. "Where am I-?" she stared down at her with one eye wide-open. "WHERE AM I!.." she asked again, the grip of her hands shaking, obvious that she wasn't strong enough to be threatening. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2014 14:02:00 GMT -6
| Shetani looks quietly around her home; this is house, this is home, this is where she makes her own; eyes widen and narrow and she stands shakily in the doorway. The only scent here is her own; it is comforting, and she closes her eyes slowly, basking in the safety. Her hand dips to the knife, and she moves, aiming to place it elsewhere--but then she hears the struggles, and she turns, her hand raising. Hands wrap around her throat and they're weak enough that Shetani doesn't stab forward like she nearly does; her hand twists and she throws the knife away. Doesn't want to be a threat. "Look," she whispers. The woman smells like fear and Shetani wrinkles up her nose, covered in blood, she needs to get clean...
"My place. You're at my place, in Domhan Tir, I'm from Hryst originally, but I'm here because it's--" She has to keep calm because if she doesn't she may wind up dead. "I'm in Domhan Tir and you're hurt and I need to help you..." throat tightens and twitches and Shetani turns her head. "I have a lot of knives because I'm a chef, I cook, I make things and sell them, that's my job, okay?" Her hands shake and she tries to keep herself calm and controlled and she looks at August, looks at the girl who is lost and broken--"My name is Shetani Delacourte." The name rolls off her lips cool and slick. "I mean you no harm. I--I offer you--my home, to stay in, until you are--better. Then we can--"
The weak wrists are grabbed gently and Shetani breathes out softly. Her breath smells like mint and a lot less like blood than August's does. Or maybe it's just August who reeks of blood--"Let my neck go, okay? We'll start there. Let me go--there's a couch over there." Shetani points and goes tense, preparing to strike out and catch August if she tries to run or go anywhere else. She's not going to let some strange woman die on her doorstep. | tagged: | @august |
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