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Post by qhostqrowls on Jan 1, 2019 17:18:22 GMT -6
It was a relief to ease away from the serious and frankly depressing conversation they had been having. For just a little while, they could both forget their troubles and the complicated emotions tied up with them. It was so familiar- achingly so. He had missed this, and her, so very much. As animalistic and simple as a brawl seemed, they had both always enjoyed them. It was practise, an opportunity to learn new techniques, bond like a proper pack...and to pummel the living daylights out of eachother. A healthy outlet, for the two durable supers, and aggressively comforting in its own strange way.
Kail was very still as Kitty bought their lips together, an amused, aggressive smirk on his face as she spoke. He was still more prudish then her, and likely always woukd be, and the proximity took him off guard. But even as she wrenched his arm up in an admittedly expected move, he laughed and twisted, turning with her and using his superior height and speed so that she didn't properly bend his arm into a lock.
“Ya sneaky little shit,” the wendigo laughed, both outraged and impressed. “If ya think I'm gonna go easy on ya, you're outta luck. Gotta catch up on all those punches I've been missing.” he shook out his arm and then kicked out at her knees with sharp hooves. He lunged regardless of whether or not she was off balance, aiming to grab her wrists and pin her. “I think you're gonna be shown up as the rusty one."
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Post by tsukikoko on Jan 14, 2019 15:20:43 GMT -6
"Pfft, ya bloody well wish it sunshine." As he went to grab her wrists, the vampire didn't fight the hold and lock out his grip, but instead surged towards Kail to bend him at the elbow and make it more difficult to handle her. After all, his reach was better, being at arm's length would not help her. "Here I thought you're a quick-footed, pansy arse deer but ya move like a pregnant fuckin' cow."
Their back and forth shit-talking accompanied the brawl, which soon descended into an animalistic struggles on the floor, as both tried to get one up on the other and became increasingly more feral as a result. Blood was spilt; wild, savage laughter filled the space. It was their method of bonding - violence, playfulness and an outlet for the stresses of life - an activity that no-one else quite understood in the same way. It might not make sense, it might be brutal, but the two supers loved it anyway, for what it gave to them. Eventually, satisfied with a good, solid fight and not wanting to injure one another too much further, Kitty sprawled herself across Kail and stated that she wanted to talk more. His arm came around her, the movement feeling both strange and remarkably right. Odd, given that this wasn't an attempt to pin her.
They talked, vampire and wendigo, about his time away from Wathais, what he'd gotten out of the experience. About decent hunting grounds, what the changing weather would mean for shifts in prey locations and the best hunting techniques to accommodate - obviously vastly different for the two of them, given the nature of their individual appearances and abilities. Briefly, they touched on their relationship. What the kiss might have meant, what they did about it going forward. Kitty's ears had disappeared into her hair to lay flat against her skull and both had become steadily more awkward as time progressed. Kail had shifted the subject, not yet quite ready to broach it. Isaac still clouded his thoughts, left a sour, acidic taste on his tongue. He hadn't wanted to waste any more time with Kitty being angry.
Eventually, in a tangle of limbs, the super's had fallen asleep. Or, at least, Kail had done. His vampiric companion still found that her sleep of the dead had not returned, even while the sun was risen. She could not fathom why, given that she was no longer locked up beneath Isaac's abode, but kept herself alert for when it might make a sudden appearance once again. So, while the wendigo slept, his chest rising and falling against her body, Kitty's mind had wandered. She'd never lived a life with idle thought, too caught up in racing through life, throwing herself headlong from one situation to the next, alleviating boredom wherever possible.
But right at that moment, she gave herself that time. To dwell and process. Kitty had become much more well acquainted with her own thoughts since they had been returned to her in their entirety. It wasn't such a boring place as she had feared.
Even when the sun had well and truly set, moon hanging behind a bank of clouds in a sickly yellow rendition of that glowing fireball, Kitty still found herself thinking. More sombre thoughts now, as she very slowly extricated herself from beneath Kail's arm and sat beside him, looking down at the skinny form of him. She didn't intend to leave without telling him. That was a far too cowardly for the vampire to stomach, plus, he didn't deserve that. But Kitty wasn't exactly looking forward to telling him she was leaving, especially given his emotive state the previous night and her own strange, jumbled feelings about the whole sorry situation. While she'd been thinking, the redhead had tried to dissect her own feelings - about him, Isaac, what she even wanted. She felt confused, irritated, frustrated and unsure, amongst other things. But... perhaps most unsettling of all, even when she couldn't help feeling the draw, the urge for it, Kitty had found herself thinking something, a few little words, whenever the thorny nest of confusion had begun to make her head hurt.
I want to go home.
Except, home wasn't here. It wasn't her old nest and most certainly not the country she had been born and embraced in.
Kitty thought of the pile of blankets she'd constructed on one of the beds in Isaac's house, of slender fingers running through her hair, the strange sense of security and letting go that near made her want to purr. Her forehead sank to her knees, lip curling, teeth grinding. God this was pitiful. She hated it, hated feeling even a tiny shred of vulnerability, that it wasn't a problem she could solve by physical means because it was a matter of her own mind. So she lifted her head, hardened herself, let the control slip. Allowed the Beast just a little closer to the surface, in order to dampen her irritating emotions.
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Post by qhostqrowls on Jan 31, 2019 12:48:59 GMT -6
The wendigo hadn't meant to fall asleep. There was so much to talk about, and talk they had, all through the night and well through the morning, when he had expected the vampire, true to her nocturnal nature, to fall into her deathly slumber. But she never did. She had wanted to keep talking, as had he, and so they did, with his arm around her. They had never really spoken to each other so deeply. Certainly not about feelings. The more they spoke about the kiss, what their relationship was, his emotions welled thick and hot in his chest, so much so he had choked up and eventually skirted away from the topic entirely. Speaking of Isaac made him blind with anger and hurt, and trying to sort out his emotions towards his packmate was a minefield. He loved her, but he wasn't sure how, in which was. As a packmate, he definitely did. Always had. But romantically? Sexually? He was too confused, and in all honesty, frightened, to even tackle the problem. It felt like he was taking advantage of her at her most vulnerable to make her stay, and as they both knew, he had never, ever been one for sneaky intentions or manipulation.
This, combined with the fact that he had shifted during the night, had brawled with Kitty, and was emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted by the entire situation, meant he was inevitably going to fall asleep. When their conversation had dwindled down to a companionable silence, he dozed off, his arms and legs intertwined with hers. He slept lightly as always, and dreamt fitfully - about Kitty, about death and loss and being left alone again, and about Isaac's blood in his mouth and a heart full of hateful victory. At one point, he dreamt about him and Kitty sitting on the edge of a mountain, looking out across the desolate, peaceful expanse of a snowy forest. It had felt melancholy, and almost sad - he had sat there with his pack many moons ago - and he would have stayed sad, had it not been for the smile on Kitty's face, and her clawed hand held in his.
He remembered only the latter of his dreams as he awoke, with Kitty's scent thick in the air around him.
Pale eyes cracked open as he rolled on his side, staring at the redhead with her forehead pressed against her knees. Damn you, he thought, for making my dreams all sappy and stupid. He stretched in a very animalistic manner, fangs bared in a wide yawn, limbs stretching skyward before he turned and eyed up the vampire. She looked haggard. Conflicted. Had clearly been thinking too much. Inwardly he berated himself for falling asleep at all, because still, after hours and hours of conversation, there was still so much he hadn't said. He hadn't wanted to waste their time together. Slowly, he sat up next to her, elbowing hernand smiling crookedly. He had almost expected to wake up and for her to be gone, and was clearly elated that she hadn't.
"Whaddya thinking about, huh?" his smile widened, though his tone stayed soft. Hushed, almost, like he didn't want to break the silence. "Ya look like shit. Did ya sleep at all?" a pause. "Ya need blood? We can go hunting."
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Post by tsukikoko on Feb 11, 2019 3:36:46 GMT -6
Kitty flicked an ear in Kail’s direction and when she turned her head to smirk at him, the expression teetered too close to bestial for comfort. There was a soft red glow behind the blue of her eyes, highlighting how close to the surface she’d let the Beast come. It was enough, she figured, to keep her myriad of emotions in check.
Now, when she looked at him, the guilt, confusing desire and longing, was swept aside beneath the promise of a hunt. It would be easier this way, for both of them. They could face what had been unveiled between them at another time, when they’d both had some time to process it, when she wasn’t feeling so stupidly vulnerable.
The vampire raised one shoulder in a half-shrug, “I don’t sleep anymore. But whatever, means I get a shit ton more done.” She still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of why her sleep of the dead had ceased; was it Isaac’s blood, being trapped for so long with no sign of the outside? She didn’t know, had nowhere near enough knowledge about vampirism to say. But, quite frankly, Kitty didn’t really care. It was just what had developed and she dealt with it accordingly, the mechanisms of how and why didn’t really matter. It was a bonus, really, not being so vulnerable during the day.
The vampire’s tail tip tapped the ground lightly when she spoke again. “I won’t say no to a hunt.” Then, the briefest falter. A downturned gaze, the hunching of shoulders, should she have needed to breathe Kitty might even have sighed. But she forced her gaze back to Kail, said as firmly as she could. “But then I’ll be off, alright? Not forever though, don’t get your knickers in a twist and definitely don’t show up on my fuckin’ lawn, ya hear?” The vampire pushed herself to her feet, looked down at the remains of her clothes, which were torn from their fight and had a very noticeable hole right over her heart. “Ya have someone in mind? I’m not exactly dressed to bloody impress.” Her lip curled in an expression somewhere between humour and irritation. “Might as well be bloody naked, imagine what people will think when they see me? Though… could pull the injured-” Her voice rose in pitch and trembled, sounding unnervingly like a woman who had legitimately been attacked. “-H-help me! I-I’ve been attacked, ple-please! Please help!” Kitty managed to maintain the facade for another second or two, before she snorted and rolled her eyes at herself. “Anyway, yeah, whatever. Ya got a target, then?”
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Post by qhostqrowls on Feb 23, 2019 15:27:33 GMT -6
The appearance of the Beast, quivering just behind Kitty's eyes and under her skin, did not phase Kail in the slightest. He knew it was her way of dealing with her emotions. As long as she didn't savage him, he rather enjoyed watching her vampiric rampages bought on by that side of her.
"How the fuck does that work, ain't that a fuckin' crucial part of being a vampire? Ya even freakier then usual now." There was no heat behind the words, as he matched her smirk. He was actually quite pleased to know she wouldn't be dead to the world for all that time - he got bored during the day. Not that he'd be able to see her during the day, anyway, or much at all, judging by her next words.
There was a span of silence, near sullen for its length.
"Yeah yeah, I ain't gonna get all up in your business." an unspoken 'yet' hung in the air between them, in the determined, stubborn glint to his eyes. But it was clear he respected her wishes, as he ran a hand over the back of his neck and let out a sigh, nodding very slightly. "I ain't gonna turn up on your fancy fuckin' new house's lawn, as much as I'd love to embarrass you."
He followed her up as she stood, stretching again. He grinned at her theatrics, snorting and elbowing her.
"Ya so fuckin' dramatic, christ. Ain't nobody gonna help that ugly mug, even if ya scream like that." the wendigo looked her up and down, putting on a playfully unimpressed façade. "And I don't wanna stare at ya tits for the entire hunt, gonna lose my appetite. I got clothes in there, killed a lady about your size a few weeks back." He jerked his chin towards the main room of the cabin, striding out of the room. "And yeah, I have a few in mind. Nice little hunter couple a few miles from here." a smirk, as he dug through one of the many messy stashes of items he had throughout the cabin. He unhooked a shirt from the antler of a taxidermied moose bust, balling it up and lobbing it towards the vampire, tone dripping with a humoured sarcasm. "Now, get dressed, its way past dinner time."
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