Love to an End (thewhiterabbit/tycho)
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				Title: <strong>Love to an End (thewhiterabbit/tycho)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thewhiterabbit</strong> on <strong>25-02-2009, 05:12:41</strong>
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				<em>Thump-ba-da-dump-ba-da-dump-ba-da-dump</em><br><br>Kiera slid further down into the bushes. It wasn't much where cover was concerned but tonight it would have to do. Her ears perked. She could hear the soft crack as a twig crunched underfoot. 500-600 meters back it would have been, give or take. If her heart weren't beating so fast she would have been able to narrow it down further. She cursed her ill luck for what must have been the hundredth time that night, or so it felt to her. Exhaustion was finally drawing its deafening hand over the adrenaline. <br><br>If only she had been able to make the shift. Instead here she was, hunkering down in a bush, like so much of the prey she had hunted. It might have been ironic. Instead it was just...sad.<br><br>~~~~~~~~~~~~<br><br>It all should have been well. She would have felt the excruciating pain as fur engulfed her. She had braced herself for it. <br><br><em>Thump-ba-da-dump-ba-da-dump-ba-da-dump</em><br><br>The seconds had passed, ticking by, the eyes of her pack growing more and more feral. After a full minute she hadn't so much as dared to breathe. Their inhuman eyes had simply stared at her. In the end she had seen it, the moment when they had made up their collective minds that she was no longer the asset they had hoped for, the moment when she had become meat. <br><br>She turned in horror then, time remeasuring itself as the beat picked up. <br><br><br><em>Thump-ba-da-dump-ba-da-dump-ba-da-dump</em><br><br>She watched as Esau, her Alpha, her father, gave the cry himself- signaling the hunt. It was Racham, her beloved, who moved first. Compassion had always been his namesake, for all the good it had done him. His eyes, at once beautiful and somber, cringed when the blow hit. She looked down, shaking her head frantically at the sight. <br><br>His heart continued moving, mingling with the strangeness she felt inside. It almost could have been called a melody, were it not for the blood running to the ground, marking the deformity in the moment. Gabriel opened his fist, letting Racham's still-beating heart land in the dirt before her. She watched it fall. The blow that had been meant for her may not have struck true. <br><br>It killed her just the same. <br><br>She had only one option. She turned her back on her pack... and ran. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Love to an End (thewhiterabbit/tycho)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niklaus</strong> on <strong>26-02-2009, 03:45:18</strong>
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				Walking along the highway, denied access to his normal feeding grounds by those who would seek to destroy him, Valentin sees a shape dash across the empty asphalt and dive into the bushes that line the ditch to the side of the roadway. His first feeling is the raging urge to feed inside of him, but he knows that people don't run from nothing so he scans the construction site sitting opposite him and his soon to be prey. Keen eyes scan the half built shapes and abandoned machinery spotting shapes bounding forward swiftly on all limbs. The sight gives him pause as he knows enough to wonder why so many werewolves would be chasing one person, especially this close to the heart of the city.<br><br>Making a rash choice he darts over to the bushes with speed only the fastest humans could scarcely hope to match and hisses into the bushes, he starts to speak but realizes that the person hiding has the smell of a wolf about her, stronger than if she had just been near them. Without allowing himself time to doubt himself he reaches in around her waist and tucks her under his arm like a parent carrying a spoiled child, its awkward, but not all that taxing on his supernaturally strong body. Knowing the area and a route through it to his house he bends his knees deeply and and leaps over the fence, awkward with his moving bundle under his arm he only just clears it and lands off balance throwing them both to the ground as he looses his footing.<br><br>Knowing that he could have avoided this fate by speaking sooner he hisses, "Listen mongrel, if you want to avoid being torn asunder by rabid dogs you'll climb on my back. Carrying you I might not be faster than them, but I should still be faster than you."
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