The sound of battle dimmed as Hákon watched the little figure fall, his mind felt distant to what was happening around him as he raced towards her. Vague shouts and commands became distorted as an unfamiliar sweet scent permutated his senses and thoughts, no, it was familiar, vague but why?<br/>His mind snapped back to the world as the figure fell into his arms, she was lighter than he expected though considering her size.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Why does she not move? Did I hit her? Did I not catch her safely?</i></span>The world dulled again as the scent soothed his mind for a moment, the figure in his arms seemed limp, his free hand moved to look for signs of life.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Her pulse, I must check her pulse.</i></span>Yet even as he thought, Hákon's hand moved move Hack's chest pressing softly until he felt a fluttering heartbeat.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>They're bigger than they look, soft. Why does she not move? No. How many have surrounded me?</i></span><br/><br/>The hunter tried to tear his mind back to the battle even as his heart was racing but why? He hadn't cursed anyone just now? Was he nervous about failing to save her?<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Foolishness</i></span>Hákon saw the Dusk beginning to move once more towards him, it would be difficult to draw ones bow but not impossible. He would just have to be careful not drop the girl, maybe he ca-<br/>The figure in his arms suddenly burst to life causing Hákon to almost drop her out of surprise, she flailed about like a fish out of water before calming down again.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Alive and kicking it seems, the Dusk will not want this.</i></span><br/>The Dusk that had encircled the two began their advance, the first of their ranks was welcomed with a harsh boot as the hunter lashed out trying to keep Hack away from them. As he tried to grab an arrow to defend himself with, he came back to back with Cryo who had thankfully not been taken by these monsters. She held her own against those who had taken something from her, Hákon felt a tinge of pride as he witnessed her slaughter them without mercy. With every kill she made more and more of the sweet smelling aroma filled his mind and dulled his instinct to hunt.<br/><br/>Instead came a feeling of longing. How long had he felt this need? Since he was branded and learned of what awaited the children of his world did Hákon decide to ensure his linage would come to an end with his death, there was no hope so why enjoy the feeling of flesh? He had devoted himself to hunt down and protect his settlement for as long as it mattered. Though there was one night that made him change his mind,<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Liriá.</i></span>came the soft whisper of a name he now wished to forget. It was, as they said in this world, bittersweet. For five years he had been under the watch of these heroes. They claimed to wish to know of his world, they claimed to have wanted to train him. For what? They who trained them, they who had said to have ensured that his place in this world would be fulfilled.<br/>Sounds of commands echoed distantly, muffled a fog none could see yet surely some would feel.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Why fight? Give in. They want it. You want this. You need this.</i></span><br/><br/>A blast of air almost knocked Hákon off his feet forcing him to kneel to prevent himself from falling, his eyes were glazing over in stupor as the scent continued to work through his mind.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>That night, you left your oath and tasted the soft flesh, you enjoyed it. She enjoyed it.</i></span>Hákon witnessed Cryo kiss the little figure in his arms, he could feel his face flush with anticipation only for his friend to back off.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Why? Does she need coxing, a soft set of hands to embrace and kneed those breasts. She must be aching.  </i></span>Hákon's free hand inched towards Hack's breasts, his palm rested gentle on her stomach. The hunter's eyes began to roll to the back of his head as lust and the smell of sweet blood overpowered his mind.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Why? The fates cannot be changed. Give in. Give up.</i></span><br/><br/><span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>Give up? When did I think of such matters?</i></span>Hákon's bow hand paused inches away from Hack's supple mountains and altered course,<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>The fates may wish me dead but I will not play prey again.</i></span>Hákon's hands now met and slowly he griped his drawing hand's pinkie.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>There are many regrets but giving in and taking this girl while she is in need will not be ONE!</i></span>Hákon tightened his hold and with a sharp motion the hunter broke his little finger. Pain leap into his mind, almost causing the hunter to drop the little figure still trapped in his arms. Tears of pain and shock had begun to fill his eyes as the sweet aroma filtered into the back of his mind. His breathing was erratic, ragged as though he had been drowning, Hákon could see Cryo sitting down in shock, around him lay scores of dead Dusk. What had happened? To Cryo, to the girl in his arms, to the other young bloods and more importantly to the Dusk?<br/><br/>"<span style="color: RoyalBlue">What...What did I do? Have I done anything to you Fuyuki? Did I do anything to her? </span>" His voice shaken with uncertainty and the beginning of guilt. A twinge of pain reminded Hákon again that he couldn't move his right pinkie.<span style="color: RoyalBlue"><i>It does not matter. It is expendable.</i></span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>