Post by kilnarak on Apr 4, 2018 22:38:49 GMT -6
Ari could feel it, when Marchelute began to recognize him, could feel the feral rage build up and then crumble away - even as the ifrit's growls faded (though he hated the noise that replaced them). He cupped the ifrit's face in his hands and leaned in close, gently resting his forehead against Marchelute's.
"W-We're here, just hold still for-for a minute and we'll get you out..."
He helped with the muzzle, getting it off of Marchelute's face and shoving it with a clatter to the floor. He withdrew a bit when Marchelute tried to get up, reaching to try to help the man stand - he couldn't really support his mate's weight, but the least he could do was try to steady him. When he began to fall, Ari tried to brace himself to catch Marchelute's weight - he would try, at least, even if it ended with them both on the floor. Once the ifrit's footing was stable and the man's arm came up around him, he gratefully melted against Marchelute's chest, burying his face in the scales beneath the brand and holding tight to his mate.
It was a long few moments before he withdrew again, his shoulders shaking slightly as he lifted an arm to scrub at his face. He kept his other hand on Marchelute, wrapped around or resting against his side. He didn't want to move too far away, although he knew fully well that they needed to get out of here. The problem was, while he had been able to guid them here by the pull of the Pact, now that he had found Marchelute he wasn't so sure which paths to take to get back out. Hopefully Sarkany remembered...
"We need to... Let's get out of here, okay?"
---
Taconin recoiled into the floor, a reptillian hiss escaping his maw as his teeth closed on nothing but air. He moved to reposition himself, to make another lunge for the badman, but Raine's voice cut through the cold haze of his anger. His formless body roiled, then stilled, then withdrew and reformed, sleek and black, dripping writhing tendrils of substance that faded before they reached the floor. More hound than reptile now, taller than he had been but almost skeletal, all long lanky limbs and sharp angles. His narrow horned head cocked to the side, one empty socket turned toward the badman, the other toward Raine. His talons twitched on the floor, bleeding dark to seep into the ground, and his tails lashed jerkily like agitated snakes.
He won't hurt father again. His thought-words were cold, soft and androgynous though hardly childlike. That edge of frigid anger still colored them. He wasn't happy with this, he wasn't glad to let the man continue to exist, but Raine had said he must and Taconin would listen. You promise? The words were directed at Raine, insinuating like an alien thing into his mind. There was an odd weight to them, as if he would hold Raine accountable if the man did hurt father...
"W-We're here, just hold still for-for a minute and we'll get you out..."
He helped with the muzzle, getting it off of Marchelute's face and shoving it with a clatter to the floor. He withdrew a bit when Marchelute tried to get up, reaching to try to help the man stand - he couldn't really support his mate's weight, but the least he could do was try to steady him. When he began to fall, Ari tried to brace himself to catch Marchelute's weight - he would try, at least, even if it ended with them both on the floor. Once the ifrit's footing was stable and the man's arm came up around him, he gratefully melted against Marchelute's chest, burying his face in the scales beneath the brand and holding tight to his mate.
It was a long few moments before he withdrew again, his shoulders shaking slightly as he lifted an arm to scrub at his face. He kept his other hand on Marchelute, wrapped around or resting against his side. He didn't want to move too far away, although he knew fully well that they needed to get out of here. The problem was, while he had been able to guid them here by the pull of the Pact, now that he had found Marchelute he wasn't so sure which paths to take to get back out. Hopefully Sarkany remembered...
"We need to... Let's get out of here, okay?"
---
Taconin recoiled into the floor, a reptillian hiss escaping his maw as his teeth closed on nothing but air. He moved to reposition himself, to make another lunge for the badman, but Raine's voice cut through the cold haze of his anger. His formless body roiled, then stilled, then withdrew and reformed, sleek and black, dripping writhing tendrils of substance that faded before they reached the floor. More hound than reptile now, taller than he had been but almost skeletal, all long lanky limbs and sharp angles. His narrow horned head cocked to the side, one empty socket turned toward the badman, the other toward Raine. His talons twitched on the floor, bleeding dark to seep into the ground, and his tails lashed jerkily like agitated snakes.
He won't hurt father again. His thought-words were cold, soft and androgynous though hardly childlike. That edge of frigid anger still colored them. He wasn't happy with this, he wasn't glad to let the man continue to exist, but Raine had said he must and Taconin would listen. You promise? The words were directed at Raine, insinuating like an alien thing into his mind. There was an odd weight to them, as if he would hold Raine accountable if the man did hurt father...