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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 8, 2018 5:01:26 GMT -6
Finding Kitty had been a priority for Kail ever since he’d decided that she was missing. He had questioned everyone he knew, he had searched her farmhouse from top to bottom, he had followed her scent - faint and cold by the time he’d found it - and was still at square one. Enlisting the help of the few others he knew had proven useless, and endlessly frustrating.
Tonight, however, he was not looking for her. He was on a hunt, prowling through the outskirts, but steadily working his way towards the city center. The vampire was not on his mind as he let himself wander, a little aimlessly, antlerless and clawless, enjoying the cold night air and the thought of a meal. His eyes passed lazily over the few humans that he passed. A man, smoking on the corner. A couple fumbling in an alley. A redhead in a dress -
He stopped so abruptly that he almost fell over, wheeling around to stare at the woman on the other side of the street. Her hair, her eyes, her face - it was Kitty. It was unmistakably Kitty. It felt like a punch to the face - it almost hurt to see her so suddenly. He stood reeling in disbelief for a few long seconds, staring hard at her, making sure it was her, as she speed-walked away. He only just stopped himself from yelling out to her. She looked ready to bolt as it was. His mouth closed with a decisive click of fangs and he slipped into the shadows and trotted after her, the hunt abandoned.
His eyes had a fixated, unbelieving sharpness to them, like he was afraid if he looked away she’d disappear. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to be feeling - the initial joy at seeing her ‘alive’ and well had waned to wary apprehension. Aberdeen and F’s words hissed through his thoughts as he neared.
“Everyone holds within them the potential to betray…” “You put yourselves if a corner. You really think she wouldn’t turn her back on you to get out?”
He shook the thoughts from his head. It didn’t matter what they said. They were wrong. The faint scent she carried, a mixture of blood and fur and artificial soap and something new he couldn’t place, was stronger now, and that’s what he focused on, narrowing his attention to her and her only. His gait quickened as she turned onto an empty street. Now was his chance.
In a swift blur of movement he was ahead of her, his stance steady and eyes bright. Close enough to touch. To grab, if she ran, because there was no way he was letting her leave without giving him some answers.
“Kitty.” He couldn’t quite stop his cautious, puppyish excitement from showing, try as he might to keep a neutral expression. He spoke sharply, as always, and the words were supposed to come out as rough and causal, but slivers of concern needled in and softened them. His face was taunt with it - all the fear when he’d thought that she was dead, that she was being hurt, showed in the set of his mouth and the furrow of his brows even as he tried, and failed, to look nonchalant and vaguely irritated. Tried to pretend that he wasn’t bursting with emotion, and that he wasn’t fighting with the dual urge to punch her for making him worry, and hug her because he’d been so worried. “Where the hell have ya been?”
He was trying not to smile, but the edges of his mouth curled up and the edges of his eyes crinkled nonetheless. It was impossible to stifle his emotions, but it was equally difficult to choose which one would show. He was furious and frightened and anxious, to name a few, but most of all, overwhelming happy and relieved to see her again. His heart thudded in his chest as he stood there, teetering between caution and joy, expecting rejection but hoping, desperately, that she would smile back.
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 8, 2018 10:29:15 GMT -6
This was the furthest afield she'd been in months. Ever since her capture and imprisonment. In honesty, she thought she'd never be allowed out again, but one day, ever so casually, as though it had always been the case, Isaac informed her that 'of course you can go outside Flower'. Then that smile. So self assured as she walked out the door, like he just knew she would come back, that there was no doubt. And she had come back, hadn't she? Obediently, just like he wanted.
The vampire's top lip curled at herself. She shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts, her pace quickening ever further. She wanted to stretch her legs, run, just be outside and... as free as she could be. Yet even now she felt the pull, that invisible tether leading her back to Isaac and the desire, the affection for him that she couldn't quite explain. By all rights she should hate him but she just couldn't bring herself to.
So engrossed in her thoughts, Kitty didn't notice a figure in front of her, blocking the alley, until he said her name. The redhead's head snapped up, her eyes flashing in the dim light. A myriad of emotions assaulted her at the sight of that familiar face. So powerful and conflicted she nearly put a hand out to steady herself. No was the first word that crossed her mind, he can't be here. Images of Isaac crossed her mind, of how possessive and angry he had become when he discovered the remnants of Max's soul. To know she had seen Kail, that he had been near her, the vampire wasn't sure how he would react. She was afraid for him; scrappy as the wendigo might be, she knew for certain he could not hope to stand against Isaac. "Where the hell have ya been?” His voice again, snapped her back to reality. Where a look of stunned shock had passed across her features, the vampire forced a cruel smile onto her face, fangs shining. "Ohh, so you can bugger off and it's all fine and dandy, but not me?" She tilted her head, folded her arms and scoffed lightly. "Ohhhh, don't tell me the little Bambi missed me?"
She needed to make him hate her, when all Kitty wanted to do was hug him, hit him, god she wasn't sure. Not only that, the daft twat was like an excited puppy. But she needed to make him leave. He could never come back, never see her again, it was the only way to stop him getting hurt. Getting... killed.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 8, 2018 16:39:10 GMT -6
The look of utter shock on Kitty’s face passed almost as quickly as it had appeared, but it did not go unnoticed. She had not been expecting to see him, as he had with her. She recovered quickly, lips twisting into a smile seconds later, sharp and cruel, and Kails expression tightened in preparation for whatever she was about to say. It was not the smile he had been hoping for.
Her words did indeed hit a nerve and he stepped forwards before she had even finished speaking, fangs bared.
“Oi, I told ya I was leaving! You,” he jabbed a finger at her chest, eyes blazing and voice a low hiss. “Just disappeared. Ya could’ve been dead for all I knew.” He shook his head, pinning the vampire with an intense, unblinking gaze. His expression softened a little as he looked at her, still cautiously hopeful despite her snarl-like grin and unfriendly posture, but his hands stayed curled into fists. “I just thought ya’d tell someone or leave a -“ he shook his head again, shaking his fumbling words away, irritated at his inability to vocalize his thoughts and at the way he sounded so plaintive. “I dunno. It’s not like ya to just...leave like that.” He shrugged, shaking it off. He never thought he would be so happy to hear her call him one of her stupid nicknames.
His eyes flickered down her form in a brief appraisal. A dress. He’d never seen her in a dress before. And she still smelt...weird. He couldn’t pin what it was she smelt like, but he didn’t like it one bit. “Ya didn’t answer my question. Where have ya been?” He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. “Ain’t never seen ya dress so fancy before.”
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 10, 2018 14:25:48 GMT -6
"Don't ya point that fuckin' finger at me sunshine!" Kitty snapped back, her proverbial hackles raising, though there was something of a laugh beneath it all, despite her best efforts and their situation. She was glad to see him again, relieved he hadn't gotten his stupid self killed. She wanted to tell him about how Max was gone, he was dead, that she was free, god finally free of him! But he had to leave. Already she could see the looks he was giving her, the uneasy appraisal of how she looked and what she was wearing. He had been here too long already, seen too much, spoken to her for too long. God if he got too much of a scent of her and got it into that thick skull to follow her-
"Jesus..." She hissed under her breath. She hadn't meant to say it, but at the thought of Kail appearing outside Isaac's place, the vampire found the word just slipped out. She recovered not a second later, rolling her eyes and turning the slip into exasperation at him. "Thought I'd try somethin' different, see what kinda idiots I could lure in with a bit of flashy red. God, ya so melodramatic sometimes." Usually insulting the wendigo came so easily to her. It had been almost a game, the back and forth while they scrapped. But now the words felt leaden and vile in her mouth, because all she really wanted to do was have a laugh, catch up and maybe go hunting together. Kail had been the one who had understood her, her need to solve problems head on, to settle things with a good brawl and a punch on the shoulder rather than some underhand passive aggression. Who had stuck by her through it all and here she was deliberately trying to rile him by brushing him off and treating him like an inconvenience. She wasn't exactly lying so much as evading the truth. Because how in any circle of hell could she possibly tell him that the man who'd come to kill her - over the near death of that Summers chick no less - now fucked her silly on a very frequent basis, bought her nice clothes, lavished her in affection and she actually LIKED IT?
What would he think? What the hell might he get into his head to do? The possibilities didn't bear thinking about. So her charade continued; despite how much she loathed it, despite how bad she was at it, especially now with Max gone. "As for where I've been, ya think I'd just go on a bold as brass little galavants through the city limits when the heat was still so firmly on us? I had no idea when ya'd be back, so I went to ground." That much was true, at the point Isaac had found her at least... "Right, ya've seen me, I'm fine. Are we done? Now get out me bloody way, I've places to be and I'm sure ya had plans to run someone down." She went to push past him, laughing legitimately as she thought back on some memory or another. "Hopefully better than last time, still can't believe ya tripped over ya own bloody hooves."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 11, 2018 12:44:44 GMT -6
For a split second he stood where he was, and let Kitty push past. Her words cut deep, hit old fears and insecurities. Even the jab at his hunting prowess didn’t get a grin, didn’t get any of the friendly insults he used to be so quick to throw.
She didn't want anything to do with him.
It hurt to know that, and was almost enough to get him to turn tail then and there. But something wasn’t adding up. What she was saying was harsh and dismissive, her story almost made sense - but the delivery, venomous as it was, seemed reluctant, forced. If she thought she could get off that easily, with such weak lies, she was sorely mistaken.
“Kitty, wait.” His hand shot out and curled around her arm, grip tight, but not painfully so. Not for a vampire, anyway. There was a moment of silence. For once he was thinking before he spoke, considerate and a little self concious of how his words might be taken. “Look. I’m a good tracker, ya know that. I followed ya scent to that factory.” He looked at her, hard. “And ya scent completely vanished. Ya haven’t been at any of ya usual haunts for months. All of ya cats are actin’ weird, and they didn’t smell of ya, either. There’s a difference between going to ground and falling of the goddamn face of the earth.”
He should have asked her to go with him - he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t asked her. She would have loved it - the silent, empty forests, the shimmer of moonlight over ice, even his old hunting grounds. Maybe if he had asked, things would be the same as before. Better even. There had been no reasons for her not to come, and he hated himself for not even suggesting it to her, before he left. The thought curled in his chest as a seething knot of self-hatred. The trip had been worthless and disappointing, by all means. There was nothing left for him there, and he’d known that, deep down - but the confirmation still stung. It stung more now than ever, now that Kitty didn’t want anything to do with him.
Wathais was worthless without her, without their brawls and their hunts and their shared jokes. It was the one thing that had drawn him back. He knew others, but Kitty was different. She understood.
“Or are ya just mad at me for leaving ya all on ya lonesome?” He tried for a grin, but it fell short and didn’t reach his eyes
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 11, 2018 14:02:03 GMT -6
It wasn't working.
He had grabbed hold of her, was still trying to make her stay. Before she could turn her gaze down to the hand gripping her arm, to stare at it and settle her rampaging thoughts, she saw it. The look in his eyes as he all but pleaded with her; she had hurt him, deeply. It was knowledge that would not have bothered her had the recipient been just about anyone else, or if she were still plagued by Max's thoughts. But now, wholly herself, the disloyalty carved at her insides like a rusty blade. Excuses and fragmented explanations to the points he raised rose in Kitty's throat, yet she felt as though she were choking on them. Poisonous untruths that he would likely not believe anyhow, given how poor her last attempt had been.
"I got caught."
Her words, slicing through the air, sharp as shattering glass.
Next moment she was moving, shoving the wendigo's arm to the side and slamming him against the nearby wall with one arm to his chest, teeth bared. Layered in the wild-eyed gaze she fixed him with, all Kitty's emotions swirled in a torrent she could not hope to control. The vampire had always been volatile, but now even more so. She was afraid, for him, that she might lose the friend she had made here. She was frustrated and desperate and he was still looking at her with that confused expression from the face she had healed because despite it all, despite even Max, she had found someone to give two shits about. In the turmoil of it all, her emotions came out as anger. Hot, vibrant and uncontrolled. With it, words she had wanted to hide. Her voice rose now, building to a ferocious, snarling shout. "Ya bloody well buggered off and I got caught didn't I? But through it all, I thought, 'it's ok' and I wasn't afraid, I was never afraid to die. Because you weren't here! You were safe and away from me and now fuckin'- just, Christ, look at you! Crawlin' back here like some god damn lost puppy, lookin' at me like ya hope it'll be all sunshine and fuckin' roses but it ain't, ok Kail? It bloody fuckin' well ain't and if you have a soddin' modicum of sense in that thick skull of yours you'll get the frickin' hell away from me!" Shoulders shaking with the effort of containing what might have been violence, but equally could have been tears, the vampire took a step back from Kail, her arm falling to her side. The snarl began to fade. In it's place, layers of shock and apology, plain to see for the few seconds after her explosive outburst.
A second backwards step. Then another. Before Kitty's face manifested into a dark, menacing scowl. "Don't make me beat ya unconscious and leave ya here."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 11, 2018 15:28:46 GMT -6
She wheeled on him in a flash of emotion. The words she’d been holding back spilled from her mouth, falling over eachother and thick with rage. The shock of it kept him still even as he was slammed against the wall, even as she bared her fangs and snarled at him. Caught. The word repeated over and over in his mind. She’d been caught.
He was silent as she explained, stunned into muteness. Every word was damningly, painfully truthful and he could tell she spoke from her heart and it hurt, how it hurt to see the pain in her eyes, under all that wild, thrashing anger. He stayed pressed against the wall even as she removed her arm from his chest. It was only when she stepped back that he twitched into movement again, pushing off the wall, afraid that she’d run.
She had thought she was going to die. Her life had been at risk, and he hadn’t even known she was gone! If he hadn’t been so quick to leave, she wouldn’t have been caught. It was all his fault. They had caught her and hurt her and he hadn’t been there, as a packmate should. He hadn’t stood at her side and fought - he’d failed her.
Raw, unfiltered rage flickered across his face and replaced the shock, twisted his expression into something more animal than human. It was rage at himself and overwhelming, at whoever had dared make Kitty feel those things. Unconsciously, in his state of emotional turmoil, his wendigo traits bled back into existence, ears flat against his skull, fangs glinting through his curled lip. His eyes blazed with a sickly, ancient fury, and everything about him was sharp, from his stare to his snarl to the narrowed points of his antlers.
He would tear the bastards face to tatters. He’d scalp them all the way to the skull as they screamed and god, how he wanted to hear them scream - he’d make them beg for death and then he’d hurt them again and again, over and over. He didn’t know what they’d done but Kitty had thought she was going to die and that, that was more than enough reason.
“What,” he said in a perfectly flat and calm voice, a growl mangling each syllable, “did they do to you?”
His eyes flickered to her neck. That wasn’t a necklace like he’d originally thought. It most certainly was not just a harmless accessory, and the longer he looked the clearer it became.
“And who in the fuck,” his fury leached into the words and stained them ugly and black, as his low snarl changed into an enraged shout, “Put a COLLAR on ya?! If ya think for one second that I’m going to leave -“ his hands squeezed into fists that shook almost as much as his voice. His eyes burnt into her. “How in the hell do you expect me to leave! Pretend that this didn’t happen - I can’t, Kitty, I can’t! Even if ya beat me into a pulp I’ll get right back up because I don’t matter - I don’t matter, you’re the one who got hurt!” His hands twitched up to tear at his hair, only to blur back down to his chest as he gestured at her in a sharp snap of a movement. “I’m not going to leave so ya better get that idea into your thick skull!”
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 12, 2018 5:42:24 GMT -6
Kail had always been a hothead, prone to bouts of violence more intense than Kitty even. But she had not anticipated quite the level of rage and vehemence that rolled off him in seething, twisting waves. They had become fast partners in hunting crime, though some of it the vampire now looked back on with the knowledge she would not have done it without Max's influence. Yet, somewhere along the line, their relationship had elevated to... how did he see it? Packmates? He was livid. Even if she couldn't see it in the rasor sharp angles of his body, Kitty could certainly hear it; in the growl and the enraged shout that soon followed. The vampire's fingers shot to her neck at the aggressive questioning and finding that, sure enough, one of Isaac's gifts lay nestled there. She wore it so often now, Kitty hadn't even noticed it.
My pet. She heard the words in her head, silky smooth in their affectionate ownership of her. The worst of it, the part that truly made Kitty's skin crawl with self-loathing, was that she still didn't mind it. For all her rebelling against the vampire society she had come from, all her fierce independence and drive not to be involved in their manipulation or underhanded tricks, the hatred she still felt for Max and how he had tried to own her, where Isaac was concerned... she didn't hate it. He had worked and moulded her around his little finger, she knew that in some respects, yet she still, didn't mind. Maybe it was because, if she hadn't been caught, gained his attention and desire, Max's soul would still be churning inside her, tainting her every thought.
Blue eyes glared steadfast at Kail. Even in the wake of the most violent anger she had ever seen from him, the vampire did not balk. Her jaw set, she stood her ground, her own hot fury whipped into a frenzy in response to his. This was ridiculous, his statements. He just didn't know what they were up against, how utterly futile any attempt he made for her would be. Kitty was not one to back down from a fight, just about any fight, but she had faced Isaac's wrath and had never been taken seriously the entire time. Nothing she had done, nothing, even made a dent. "Wind ya fuckin' neck in sunshine." A red tint crept into the vampire's eyes as she hissed at him. Had she hackles, they would no doubt be stood on end. "Ya don't have a soddin' clue what's going on, or what ya think you're up against, so sit the fuck down and don't even think about it. Look-" Her tone cooled, expression softening as she held her hands up in a pacifying gesture. For him to become so angry on her behalf was more than she expected and she was grateful that he even cared. But she couldn't let him even try to help her, she had to make him understand.
A sigh escaped lungs that no longer needed breath. "I tried, alright? When he first came for me, I fought back, ya know me-" She grinned a little, though the expression felt a touch flat, not quite reaching her eyes, "-won't back down from a fight even to my deteriment. Gave as good as I got." Her voice rose again, trying to emphasise just how important her next statements were. "But it didn't. Fucking. Matter. I could do jack shit to him, didn't take me seriously, at all. Christ, he even got off on it, bloody sadomasochist that he is, drove his face deliberately into my claws, more interested in me bloody skin than he was with fighting me." Again her fingers brushed the collar, frustration at her own powerlessness that night rising like bile. She should stop talking, not tell him any more of the events, just leave now. But when she took a casual step, Kail moved to match it. He was faster than her when he tried, she wouldn't outrun him, so there was no point trying. Either she would make him understand, or break his legs. "He wanted me to be afraid, then he would kill me. Only, I wasn't afraid to die, was I? So that revenge wasn't good enough." Now, she hesitated, feeling again his rage curl around her, an almost physical presence. Given his reaction to the collar, this would only aggravate him further. But she could not lie. "At some point, I guess he decided he'd rather keep me. That's why I'm still alive, that's why-" She indicated the collar. "But ya can't fight this one, believe me, I tried, so many fuckin' times. Maybe, if he has me, that'll be enough. But ya can't be here, ya definitely can't be around me! I am not gunna let ya make a tit of yaself and die." The vampire crossed her arms, indicated the end of the alleyway. "Now sod off ya twat, before I break ya fuckin' legs."
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 12, 2018 13:17:15 GMT -6
His rage subsided fractionally as she raised her hands and softened her voice. In the lull that followed he reigned in his emotions some - the rage still thrashed, there was no changing that, but he took a few shuddering breaths. His gaze stayed firmly away from the collar and stayed on her face. He focused on the red sheen of her eyes and the curve of her lips as she spoke. She was not going to give up information easily, so he had to focus, drag it out of her, and that would take concentration and time. Screaming and raging would do nothing but get her to clam up.
Among everything he was feeling, there was a sliver of fierce pride for the scrappy vampire. He was proud that she hadn’t been afraid, that she had fought back. She was a little spitfire, and even though fighting back had proved useless, he was proud, in a regretful, aching kind of way, of her spirit. It was still intact. She hadn’t been broken like so many others would have been.
There was a pause, a hesitance to her voice. He narrowed in on her reluctance - she was clearly worried about how he’d react.
She was right.
”Keep ya?!” He interrupted, incredulous. “Ya ain’t a goddamn pet! What kind of perverted scum-“ the curses continued, but in a low incomprehensible snarl as he shook his head and fell quiet to better listen to what she had to say. He was glad she hadn’t been killed, but to treat her like a pet...
There was a beat of silence once again as he tried to control his anger. He couldn’t think straight, let alone give a coherent reply when all he felt was the overwhelming, burning desire to rip her captor to shreds. He exhaled, eyes steadfast on the vampires own. The one who hurt her - it was an individual. A male. A powerful supernatural. His rage fixated on the unknown man. He did not like the...implications of her words one bit. He would not ask what exactly he had done to her, not yet - he needed to keep his head.
“Everything can be killed.” he hissed, a fixated edge to his voice. The anger shivered under his skin, but he was focused, now. “You were alone. I can get others - outnumber him - actually, who in the fuck is he?” He took a step forwards, nose wrinkled. “What’s his name?” There was a dangerous intensity to his body language as he stared the vampire down.
“I ain’t leaving. I ain’t leaving again, Kitty, not after this. I know for a fact that you wouldn’t leave, if our roles were reversed, so don’t even try to get me to go. I don’t care what he is or what he can do, I won’t abandon you. I ain’t a coward, and I -“ the word stuck in his throat. “I fucking care about ya too much to just piss off! I know I did. I know I left you -“ he choked again, his voice thick with emotions that he swallowed back and replaced with a sneer. An almost-challenge to the threats the redhead spat. “But you’re gonna have to do a lot more than break my legs if ya want me to stay away.”
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 12, 2018 15:35:41 GMT -6
The vampire opened her mouth, ready to snap back, only to be stopped dead in her tracks when the wendigo's harshly spoken words shifted to, I fucking care about ya- The words were like a punch in the chest. A physical blow. The rebuttal she had meant to say choked and died in Kitty's throat, her eyes widening as he continued to speak. Even the faint challenge wasn't enough to rouse a response from her. It wasn't so much just the words, unexpected though they had been given what she knew of Kail, it was the sheer emotion behind them. Surely she couldn't have meant that much to the wendigo?
From that brief moment of shock, came further fear, especially with how he spoke of 'getting others'. That and the note of fixation in his voice. This entire situation was spiralling further and further away from what Kitty wanted. From fear, came helplessness and guilt. From guilt, frustration and from frustration, anger. It curdled inside her, exacerbated by her own inability to make him stop.
With a long, drawn-out groan, the redhead put a hand against her forehead and tipped her head back. "UGGGHHHH. Ya such a stubborn knob'ead, jesus chriiiist." When she returned her attention to him, Kitty began gesticulating at the air with angry chopping motions of her hands. "Ya know what? Fuck it. Fuck this." Further anger surged forth inside her at what she was about to say, self-directed this time. Kitty harnessed it, used it to fuel her words, give them the sharp, biting edge she needed. If she couldn't make him leave through common sense and forewarning, she would grind those feelings he had for her into the dirt, no matter how much she wanted to bite her own tongue out for even the attempt. "I was tryin' to be nice, make ya have at least a shred of good thought for me last ya saw of me." The key was to speak as much truth as she could, this was true, she did want that. "But fine, apparently since ya too much of an idiotic prick, let's go, come on then." As though she were about to kick off a brawl, easy enough to say, the words rolling out of her mouth in a well practiced fashion. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and fixed Kail with an unblinking stare. "I like it, ok? I fuckin' like it. This whole deal I've got going on," don't go into specifics, you'll only trip up "Can't even explain why, but there ya have it, no need to save me from anything." The words were beginning to stick again, but she hurtled on, not daring to stop. "Whatever the hell ya think we had, some pansy-arse vision of us bein' friends or some shit. It's dead. I don't- want ya." If there was more to say after that, Kitty couldn't continue. Instead she lowered her body just a touch, hands coming in front of herself, fingers spread in preparation for the claws she might have to unsheathe. Though her tail and ears were not currently visible, though she had no fur that could stand on end, there was enough in her body language - the bared fangs and slit pupils - for him to read.
Go away.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 13, 2018 6:25:23 GMT -6
There was an unexpected silence from Kitty, her eyes wide with shock. Kail felt a momentary stab of hope - maybe she'd listen now - She shook it off and hurtled on a heartbeat later, and his hopes, along with his feelings, were abruptly and mercilessly torn to shreds.
“I don't- want ya.”
His stance wavered. Of course she doesn't, came the thought, twisted by previous insecurities. His mouth snapped shut, words dying along with his hope. She never has and never will. The wendigo stood there hopelessly, completely mute and trying not to look too shattered by her words. It didn't work. He wanted to help her...but she didn't want his help.
Her captor had done something to her, he decided, he had done something to her to make her like this. Kail had never been proficient with manipulation or mind games. Like Kitty, he liked the honest, bleak truth of things, not backhand trickery and deceit. Something like that had been done to her, and that was understandable, given the amount of time she'd been gone. It was some deep rooted survival instinct that she'd been forced to use, he argued, becoming progressively less hurt and more angry. The hurt still simmered, and he knew he would be in a serious mood over it later, but for now he shoved his bruised emotions to the side and latched onto the ones that burnt and writhed. He blustered forwards, knowing that if he let Kitty know how deep her words had cut, she'd continue along that tangent and say something worse - if that was even possible, at this point.
“Jesus, ya really think being a bitch is gonna make me skulk off all pining and mopey?” he let out a bark of a laugh, because in all honesty, that was what was going to happen. He took an aggressive step forwards, unperturbed. “It’s gonna take a lot more then that. Ya don't think ya need help, but fuck, look at yaself! You've been locked up, you've been beaten, you're wearing a collar, ya let this guy treat ya like a pet - You're better than that - ya deserve better, ya stupid corpse!” His words shook with a sustained snarl from the back of his throat and he matched her stance. “I know ya ain't gonna come quietly, and if that's how ya wanna play it…” his gaze slid to the back of the alley, looking furtively for an object that would work for what he was planning. “I won't hesitate to stake ya and drag ya off.”
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 13, 2018 7:43:42 GMT -6
He wavered, near staggered, as though struck. She saw it reflected in the normally icy, feral gaze - she had hurt him, struck deep and painfully, just as she had wanted to. Though it was no longer possible, Kitty felt like throwing up. Here she was, destroying one of the only friends she had in the world. It didn't matter the reason, everything about what she was doing and saying tore at the vampire's innards as effectively as any blade, or the clawed hands of her own Beast.
Yet still he came forward! Tried to argue using her recent experiences as ammunition. Further frustrated guilt leant power to the venomous sarcasm that dripped into her words, as Kitty raised her head taller with Kail's forward step. Not that she could ever hope to match his height, but it was more about presence anyhow. "'What I deserve'. Ohhhh that's just bloody rich, ain't it? Bugger off for a while and come back a complete sad sap, the hell is-" "I won't hesitate to stake ya and drag ya off." That gave the vampire pause, everything about her instantly bristling as the Beast snapped to attention. It writhed beneath her skin, agitated by even the suggestion of what he would try to do. She followed his line of sight, assessed the stance of the wendigo's body, his willingness to follow through. She realised, very quickly, that he would. Already he was looking for an appropriate implement. Within a fraction of a second her eyes were a blazing, bloody red, claws all too visible at the tip of each finger, a snarl curling from her lips.
Nevermind how fiercely his suggestion lit the blaze of fury in her chest, for both their sakes, he absolutely could not be allowed to stake her.
"Don't even suggest that crap, ya fuckin' pillock!" With a shriek that would rival an angry cat, the vampire launched herself at Kail. Apparently the dress did very little to hamper her movement, given the speed and ferocity that she covered the distance. In a furious blend of red hair and flashing teeth, Kitty latched onto the wendigo in a flying, all-body tackle that sent the both of them crashing heavily to the floor of the alley in a thrashing, snarling heap. It wasn't all that dissimilar from the first time they had fought and she certainly was not being careful with her claws, or where her elbows struck him. At one point she even slammed her head backwards into the underside of his chin.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 13, 2018 9:36:44 GMT -6
As expected, Kitty hackled instantly at his threat, her eyes a burning crimson and fangs gleaming. Kail snarled right back, a low rumble to her high, angry hiss. This was exactly what he needed, for her to lose her head and get close enough to stake. But, he still needed something to stake her with - if it came to it, he might have to sacrifice a tine. Whatever happened, he was not going to let her get away.
A furious caterwaul split the air as she launched herself at him - and though he’d been expecting it, and was so much faster - he didn’t move in time and the she hit him full on, sending them both sprawling to the ground in a whirl of claws and fangs. He hadn’t thought she’d attack straight away! When he first felt her claws sink into his flesh, he knew he was at an immediate disadvantage. For all his posturing and threats, he didn’t want to really hurt her - didn’t want to make her bleed - but she most definitely did. As she continued her assault he felt those feelings slip, hissing in pain and grabbing for her wrists. She wasn’t holding back, and if he continued to keep his claws sheathed, she most definitely would break his legs.
“Kitty!” He barked, aiming an elbow at her chest and snatching at her loose hair, attempting to wrench her head back. He was most concerned that she’d bite him and escape while he was in a senseless haze. She headbutted his jaw and he snarled at the stab of pain that lanced through his skull, almost biting his tongue off as his head snapped backwards. “I’m fuckin’ warning ya, cut it the fuck out!“
He bucked underneath her, striking out for her pressure points - her wrists and the backs of her knees, the groove between her shoulder blades. She was attempting to maul, but he was attempting to pin her. Hold her down and stake her - but to do that he needed to get her claws out. There was a measured concentration to his movements - his usual slashing, feral method of attack wasn’t going to cut it, and he was deadset on getting her down.
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Post by tsukikoko on Sept 14, 2018 14:52:30 GMT -6
All Kail's warnings fell on deaf ears as the vampire continued to fight him. If anything, they made her fight harder, as his insinuation that she should stop when he was the one threatening to stake her made Kitty's fury burn brighter. She could tell he was trying to pin her, not raking at her with his own claws like he usually did when they got in an unfriendly brawl. "Why in the FUCK would I cut it out ya bellend?! Ya tryin' to bloody fuckin' stake me what the actual shit is your problem?" She was just as flexible and difficult to pin down as ever, however, the wendigo was far more focused than usual and so she had to work that much harder to remain out of his grip. No longer was she actively trying to maul him, though her claws did still clip his skin wherever possible.
A good strike got her in the back of the knee and her leg buckled, illiciting a hiss of annoyance. She felt an arm lock underneath hers and knew then that she was nearly in a very dangerous situation. She snarled, near swivelling inside her own skin to get a grip on his arm as an anchor. Flexing her spine and lifting her feet clear off the floor, the vampire twisted and brought her legs around the wendigo's head, attempting to continue her momentum and send him crashing to the floor again.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Sept 15, 2018 11:26:00 GMT -6
“MY problem?! You fuckin’ started it!” He snapped, cursing as her struggles, if possible, increased in their ferocity. The two had fought countless times. But never like this. There had been times when they had both been genuinely angry and had wanted to hurt eachother, but most of the time it was to blow off steam or to prove a point, or to practice, or just for fun. This fight had none of the usual playful banter, and Kail was strangely silent, intensely focused on pinning the vampire. He knew she’d leave if she got the chance, and he had to get her to willing stay, or make her stay.
He ducked the legs that were swung at his head, hissing, letting her feet glance off his chest. His grip on her arm didn’t waver. One down, one more to go.
“If ya stop tryna claw my face off, I won’t fuckin’ stake ya!” He made another grab for her free arm. If he could pin her wrists, he’d have a clear shot at her heart. “We can still -“ his eyes flickered to the water pipe running down the alley side. If he could break it off, it could work as a stake. “-talk about this!” His elbow jabbed towards her face - he needed to distract her for just a second, and then he could go for the pipe. There was no point in getting her down if he couldn’t immediatley stake her.
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