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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 22, 2010 12:48:54 GMT 12
Diova glanced up at the skylight in the middle of the room, or more accurately the cave, she was sitting on one of the many couches in the room, one of the backless ones in account of her injured wings. Sabin was hunting and while he was out, DIova was exercising her wings, stretching them to keep them flexible for when they finally healed again. The light was starting to fade from the sky, the cave where she sat growing dimmer. In response, Diova stood and went around lighting the candles before resuming her seat and continuing to stretch her wings. She looked up when she heard a noise outside and she stood up again, smiling, Sabin was home early. She was about to go out to greet him when her usual paranoia took root. It might not be Sabin after all. It probably was but she had no proof. She heard someone coming down the passage and frowned, Sabin never made that much noise, he was silent as he moved. Diova backed away from the entrance towards the other side of the room, her eyes narrowed as she watched the entranceway. She knew that she would feel stupid if it turned out to be Sabin but it was better to feel stupid after than to be caught off guard.
Whoever it was stopped outside the lounge room for a moment and Diova took the time to scent the air, her heart sunk at the all to familiar smell, there was no chance of forgetting that. A large, gen one Harpy appeared, easily as big as Sabin, his wings were a dark grey colour as was his hair, his black eyes focussed on her as he came in, eyes furious. "Where the fuck did you go." Backing away, Diova tucked her wings tight against her back, the action hurt but she wasn't about to let this ass hole shred them to pieces again. She glanced around for a weapon, for anything that she could use against him. Just her luck, there was nothing. Glaring at Gideed she said nothing, just kept her eyes on him, waiting for him to make his move. She had hoped, when she next faced him, that she would be able to fight him, but she knew that as an impossibility now. She had been training with Sabin, but there hadn't been much she could do with her wings like they were. Gideed sniffed the air and then froze, his fury almost tangible in the air. "You! you have been with someone you bitch, who was it! Tell me and I might kill him instead of you." Diova backed away even further as he came towards her, her claws unsheathing as she hit the wall. Gideed lunged forwards, leaping to the side, Diova clawed him as he slammed into the wall where she had been, the pain only seemed to anger him more and DIova was forced to leap aside again as he lunged for her again. "You're mine!" He growled, coming after her again, slowly this time, giving her no chance to dart away. "You were lucky last time, you aren't getting away from me again."
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 22, 2010 14:27:31 GMT 12
He had always found the middle of the day the best time to hunt, no matter whether it was for food, supplies, or enimies. The young buck had been injured, a merciful kill, and had been on the edge of the herd, pushed away by the king stag. The large, golden Harpy stood up from beside the now-passed animal, wiping his long, deadly blade on the grass as he did so. No matter what the kill, thanks was said, and that had been what he had been doing, thanking the spirits for the life of the buck, for sustaining the life of him and his mate. About to heft the animal across his shoulders, Sabin froze, head tilted back to the sky, inhaling deeply. There was something out of place, something in his territory that shouldn't be. Instantly identifying it, his upper lip curled in a snarl, and, before he sprung to the air, he pulled oue of the smaller feathers of his huge wings, laying the white and gold feather on top of the stag. All of the animals around knew him, and wouldn't touch his kill, now that he had marked it. Sheathing his blade, he crouched then flung himself into the air, racing towards the Abyss, his aerie, and his mate.
Landing in silence, Sabins blonde hair swayed in the wind as he stood, utterly still, identifying the scents around and inside his home. One didn't fit, just as he suspected. Even in heavy boots, his footsteps were inaudible as he moved into the tunnel, reaching behind him and drawing two short, curved blades from their sheaths over his shoulders as he moved through the shadows, amber eyes bleeding out to gold in his fury as he first sought out Diova, darting out of the way, then the male that she was running from. Sheathing one of the blades, he grabbed a hunting knife from his belt, drew it, and let it fly, the point thudding into the wall directly in front of the male's throat hard enough to stick in the stone wall. He stepped into view, the shadows releasing him reluctantly, and his wings flared slightly in a challenge as his eyes narrowed in warning. The second sword was once again in his hand as he stepped closer, glad that he always dressed expecting a fight, in eans and a tight shirt, with nothing loose that could get caught. 'She was lucky last time, but this time, there need be no luck involved.' His voice was cold, yet like velvet, sliding through the air and curling around all present. It was hard, cold, and held no emotion, as he stepped forard again, his blades hanging loosely by his sides, points trailing just above the ground.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 22, 2010 14:48:29 GMT 12
Diova felt a wave of relief sweep over her as she saw Sabin appear, the distraction of the hunting knife imbedded in the wall giving her time to duck under Gideeds outstretched arm and get out of reach, just avoiding being clawed again. Gideed yanked the hunting knife out of the wall and turned to face Sabin, his eyes held fury as he stepped towards him. "She's mine." He snarled, shifting his grip on the knife. Diova glared at him, silver eyes flashing. "I am not yours, if I belong to anyone it's to him." She glanced over at Sabin, knowing that he could take Gideed on, but Gideed was strong too, and a smart opponent, he was also unpredictable. "Shut up slut." Diova raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. "What the hell? I have only ever been with Sabin." Gideed spun around to face her and threw the knife, jumping to the side the knife caught her in the arm instead of the heart where it had been aimed.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 22, 2010 15:00:25 GMT 12
His big body twitched, and his eyes darkened further, his face utterly expressionless apart from a tooth-baring snarl. 'Keep it in. I'll sort it when I'm done with this ... chattel.' He spoke to Diova, but his gaze never wavered as he moved forward in a flowing, graceful gait, one arm raising and the blade going with it, the tip lazily making it's way up to level with Gideeds chest. 'You attack a wounded female, rather than the one who challenges you. I shouldn't even dirty myself being in your presence, but if it stops the bad dreams, I'd do it for her. You are unworthy of her, and of life. Fight.' With that, he whirled, the other arm coming up, and both blades sliced towards him, one to his neck the other to his side. Nothing had tormented Diova more than this male, and so, he would die. His life for the fear and pain he had caused her.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 22, 2010 15:33:13 GMT 12
Swearing as she grabbed her arm below the knife, Diova moved backwards, understanding the logic in keeping the knife in. As now she wasn't bleeding much on account of the knife keeping the blood in. "Fuck that hurts." She muttered, fingering the hilt, wanting nothing more than to just yank it out. Glancing up again she scowled as Gideed stepped out of the way of Sabin's blades and pulled out a gun, aiming it at her mate. What the fuck? He obviously had no honor whatsoever. Deciding to ignore Sabin's instruction about keeping the Knife in her arm, Diova pulled it out and threw it at Gideed, catching the Harpy in the shoulder, causing the gun to drop from his hand. "Just kill him Sabin, he's not worth shit." She snarled, keeping her hand over the wound in her arm to slow the bleeding.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 23, 2010 12:29:06 GMT 12
Seeing the gun as Gideed drew it, Sabin ducked, kicking up and out, hitting the males gun hand just as a knife embedded itself in the males shoulder, causing his hand to release. Using the distraction of the blade and pain, thanks to Diova, Sabin lashed out at Gideeds feet, toppling the male backwards. In a reflex move, Sabin was already moving, slashing at the other male's wings, cutting deep and hard with the twin blades as he fell. 'Like begets like' Sabin snarled, kicking the male over so that he lay on his stomach with Sabin standing over him, one foot on either side of his chest. One of his blades traced up the males spine to rest against his shoulderblade, where the base of his wing was. 'Should I return the favour? Cut them off, like you tried to do to my mate?' The velvet tones of his voice were back, along with the cold, almost brutal look on his face as he slowly leaned forward, causing the point of his blade to dig into the flesh.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 23, 2010 12:50:37 GMT 12
If Gideed had been anyone else, Diova might of felt sorry for him, but all she needed to do was remember everything the male had done, and tried to do to her, to harden her heart as the male yelled in pain as Sabin's blades dug into the base of his wings. "It deserved to be flightless, why you are so attached to something like that is a mystery." Diova flinched slightly at his words, her eyes narrowing, "I see you're still calling me 'it'." She muttered, her eyes flicking up from him to Sabin. Gideed swept his arm out, hitting Sabins legs in an attempt to unsteady him. "Shut up, this doesn't concern the likes of you."
>Meh. Come back muse!<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 23, 2010 14:04:13 GMT 12
Hearing the muttered words of Di, Sabin growled again, his blades digging in further. When the pinned male hit his leg, all Sabin needed to do was widen his stace to stay steady. Gideed had no leverage in his position, so what probably would have unseated Sabin barely hurt. 'If you feel that way, why do you still want her. And don't deny or lie, I can smell it when you do. I know you want her.' The velvet voice, slick and honeyed, though not angry in itself, displayed his anger in it's very presence. Sabin spoke honest, and he normally didn't try and cover it up or sweet-talk.After a moment, he twisted one wrist, digging the point of the blade in and turning it to cause more pain. 'Answer me.'
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 23, 2010 14:17:59 GMT 12
"Because it's mine." The growled words were said in anger as he unsheathed his claws, looking up at Sabin with murder in his eyes. "It doesn't deserve to live. I am doing it a favour." Flaring his large grey wings, Gideed pushed Sabin up and out of the way, spinning around on his knees and standing fluidly, scooping up his dropped gun as he did so. "It is nothing more than an object to use, and you are stupid to think otherwise." He spun the gun to point at Diova. "You move I shoot it."
>*Shrugs* I got bored. I couldn't really do much from Diova's point of view so I kind of switched it.<
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 24, 2010 12:19:22 GMT 12
Stumbling slightly as Gideed moved, Sabin kicked out as soon as his head came level with his waist, the loud crack of breaking cartilege heralding a busted nose. His hands came from opposite directions, one going for the throat, the other for the chest, a blade cutting across both veins in the neck and the windpipe, the other stabbing deep into Gideeds unprotected chest. 'My mate. Your death,' he snarled, twisting the blade embedded in the other Harpy's chest. At the same time, he pushed so that the male was off balance and wouldn't be able to get a fix on Diova in the few seconds he had left to live. With a wrenching movement, Sabin yanked the blade out of his chest, eyes glazed, breath coming short and fast as his head dropped until his chin hit his chest. He couldn't turn, couldn't bear to see condemnation on her face for her injuries, for not being there for her at the start of this.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 24, 2010 12:31:51 GMT 12
Shooting the instant Sabin attacked, Gideed tried to move backwards out of the way, his attempt to escape were unsuccessful, and he fell to the ground, his eyes glazing over as he died.
Diova felt a sudden, stinging pain in her neck, her hand instantly leaving her arm to go to the new wound. Luckily the bullet had gone wide enough so that it had only gouged out a smallish wound in the side of her neck, the near miss made her shake though. Looking up from Gideeds painful death, Diova's eyes rested on her mate. "Sabin?" She staggered over, finding that her legs had gone slightly unstable, "Sabin, are you ok?"
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 24, 2010 13:19:33 GMT 12
He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her He had shot her... The voice in his mind whirled around and around, his huge body covered with fine tremors as he stared down at the body of the male. His swords hung limp in his hands as another thought pushed it's way into his head. He hadn't protected her. He had failed as her mate. Yet, he didn't even know if if had his her or not. He couldn't look though, coulndn't bear to see the accusation in her eyes if she lived or the pain if she ... hadn't. Hearing her voice, Sabin's whole body twitched, and as her footsteps came closer, his hands opened, releasing the two blades, sending them clattering to the floor. He turned abruptly and threw his arms around her, pulling her close and burying his face in her hair. He hadn't lost her. Uncaring that he was covered in the other males blood, he held her tight to him, not wanting to let go. He didn't speak, just shook his head, still shocked to his core.
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 24, 2010 13:49:39 GMT 12
She gasped as he threw his arms around her, wincing slightly in pain as he pulled her tight against his chest. Her good arm wrapped around his waist and she used it to pull herself closer to him, turning her head so that she could see nothing but his thick blonde hair. The shake of his head was not at all reassuring, but the heat and solidity of his body was. "Sabin? I'm fine, really, the bullet barely hit me." She ran a hand up and down her back, grimacing as she saw how much blood was pouring out of her injured arm.
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Post by Diniveka|The|Zsadist on Dec 27, 2010 21:25:26 GMT 12
As she gasped, one of his hands shifted to under her backside and he lifted her, just enough so that her feet cleared the ground. His other hand shifted and buried itself in her hair, holding her close and stroking the strands at the same time. He carried her into the bathroom and set her beside the small underground spring, taking her uninjured hand and placing it over her own wound, tightening it so that she would apply pressure before straightening and grabbing a small cloth, towel, and the first-aid-kit. Kneeling next to her, he shifted her fingers and examined the would quickly but methodically before wetting the small cloth and cleaning the area of blood, as much as possible. Cracking open the FAK, he pulled out antiseptic wipes and set them beside his knee before grabbing the bottle of antiseptic solution. 'This will hurt, but I have to be sure it's clean.' His voice was quiet, solid but distant, as though he was trying not to remember it was her he was doctoring, and that he had let her be injured in the first place. He didn't look up from her arm and what he was doing, meerely opening the bottle and, without any other prelude, dumped a good fifth of the small bottle on the wound. It was a straight-through, the blade having come out the other side, so the liquid went right through, meaning he didn't have to drain it, which helped. He would stil have to stitch it, both sides, though. He wiped the area down with the alcohol wipes before preparing the needle with dissolvable thread, the kind that would just brreak down when the wound was closed. As he did, he spoke again, even quieter, but far more broken, halting, and he still didn't look at her, not wanting her to see the guilt on his face. 'I thought ... I thought ... I had lost you ...'
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Post by Nightstalker on Dec 27, 2010 21:39:43 GMT 12
Her arm shifted to around his neck as he picked her up, her face settling into the crook of his neck, completely content to let him carry her and do whatever. Allowing herself to be lowered next to the small, underground spring in the bathroom, Diova pressed her hand to her arm, trying not to flinch at the pain it caused. She watched him as he tried to wipe the area of blood, smiling slightly as he went into the first aid kit and that by the time he had looked up again, more blood had welled up and was pouring down her arm. She hissed as he dumped a load of the antiseptic solution on her wound, her muscles tensing at the pain. After the pain had faded slightly she watched again as he wiped down her arm, listening to his broken voice. Lifting her good arm, she stroked the hair back from his face, her eyes soft. "I know, I thought I lost me to for a moment, then I realised I wasn't dyeing and decided to do something useful for a change." She smiled slightly at him, stroking his face.
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