A Night with No Stars [closed]

[Vuil]

It was stupid. It was a trap. She knew it was a trap for her. And she still went for it, charging ahead for the attack. It was her own fault that she was now sprawled on the crate, trying to regain her breath and remove the stars from her eyes. A growl rose in her throat, waiting for the right moment when the man tried to take advantage of the situation, and kicked out, hitting him square in the chest. Rolling off the crate, she threw a jab at his face, before retreating away, light on her feet. She would not fall for such a stupid trick again.

[Rail]

Rail grinned wiping away a spot of blood from his lip. Obviously this was going to be an interesting fight. He charged in feighning right then left. As she weaved trying to anticipate his attack he threw a vicious jab to her wounded shoulder. She hissed slightly as she jerked back. He dodged another punch and swung back within reach throwing a punch to her gut knocking some of the wind out of her.

[Vuil]

Vuil let a hiss slip through her lips as his fist collided with her shoulder, instinctively weaving away so her injury would sustain less damage. The male anticipated this apparently, and came in with a vicious punch to her stomach. The breath left her lungs in a huff, trying her best to relieve the damage a hit like that would cause. It was still a good hit though, and there was likely to be bruising. With a furious cry, she grabbed hold of the arm he had attacked her with, using his momentum to pull him forward, as her knee came up into the male's stomach to give him a matching bruise. Her right hand came down on the side of his head, twice, before she pushed him away, bringing a hand to her stomach, trying to will the pain away.

[Rail]

With a shake of his head Rail cleared the stars from his eyes. His apponent was distracted for a moment while she attempted to catch her breath. He slid forward throwing a vicious kick sweeping her feet out from under her, with a snarl he dropped his knee into her chest. His reward was a loud pop reminiscent of cracking bones. He pinned her arms to the ground and leaned forward slightly, grinning wide enough to show his elongated canines," This was fun but it has to end sometime."

[Vuil]

Vuil was unable to dodge the kick that struck out at her legs, falling hard on to her back, letting out a hiss of pain when skin met hard ground. She tried to push herself up with her elbows, but was brought back down as the male put all of his weight on to her chest through his knee. There was a sickening crack that resounded in her ears before any pain came. It started as a small fire in her chest, that rapidly spread throughout her entire torso. She screamed, angry and in terrible pain. Her arms came up to try and push the male off of her, relieve the weight off of her damaged chest, but he easily pinned them down. It pulled her chest cavity apart, causing another cry of pain to rip from her lungs. She tasted blood. Green eyes glared up heatedly at the man above her, teeth bared in a clenched scowl as the male kelvic leaned in closer, taunting her. He knew he had won, and he was savouring the moment. With a growl, Vuil leaned up slightly, biting down on the bottom of his grinning lips, as hard as she possibly could in a last ditch effort to get him off of her. OOCI'm really hoping Musca gets here before you decide to kill me, Rails. X3

[Musca]

It was certainly amusing, watching the two duke it out without sense or logic. It was pure animalistic malice, an illogical anger that was hidden deep within each breathing creature but domesticated into a gibbering mess of politeness to fit into the civilised sensibilities. But watching the two slash and pound each other with everything they've got in both animal and human form, they had embraced the freedom of the carnal wild. It was irony in motion- while the humans shunned their bestial sides, their state of existence spurned such a thought. Musca sighed pleasantly, "If only humans acted like this everyday... how adorable would they be."

She had chosen well, Musca knew. The slave displayed no softness in his movements- unwavering even at the mercy of a naked woman in front of him. In a way, she was proud of him. Proud that during their short stay together, she had exploited his lack of experience to mature this beastly side of him. But most of her proudness poured into the fact that she chose him.

But despite her internal monologue as she observed the two tear each other apart- Musca wasn't really keeping tabs on the boy. She might've been his master and violent she may be, she was not one to tamper on one's right to entertainment. Her sighting them was based on pure coincidence. The civil world was a fascinating place to be- there was opportunities everywhere for indulgence, be it in a corner hollering for company or a house made to smell like booze and musk, the list of possibilities never seemed to end. No company was too sweet or vile, eagerly countering her demands with an offer of a drink or two paid with their coins. And that liquid they call 'ale' was simply divine! The civil world was certainly fascinating.

After five or more cups of the sweet drink, she had stumbled out of the tavern, groggy and inebriated, swaying in such an uncoordinated motion that she let herself spin in circles around the streets, laughing manically at herself and the world. In her own ale fuelled mind, she thought of herself as unlimited and unhindered by mortality- how could she be bound to it when the ground seemed to shake and float? Simply incomprehensible. And then there they were- two dire cats fighting furiously against one another within the plain sights of the tavern, making an ungodly amount of noises that it unsurprisingly roused the interest of her former tavern buddies. Despite their drunken state, or maybe because of it's drunken state, their brain figured the unusualness of the situation and quickly decided to react. With weapons.

As they drew out their weapons of varying degrees of danger (one even got out a broom), Musca started to sober up as irritation quickly took over. Even the viciousness of her Kelvic slave couldn't survive the power of a crowd. She cursed silently and turned to leave... a hand grabbed her from behind and spun her around. "Aint cha gunna pick a sword up, purdy lady?" He slurred, clearly drunk off his face. Musca could only stare. She honestly couldn't believe that she considered to bed a mutt like him a few chimes ago. She forced a smile and broke her wrist free from his grasp, gently enough not to rouse his temper. "Maybe later," she cooed, stepping back into the growing crowd, "I have things to do."

She slinked into the corners of the closed alleys, into the nooks where the darkness seemed to naturally descend and glowing eyes of the felines seemed to follow her, gossiping tales of wonder of her origins. But she didn't care- they were only felines. They weren't big enough to dismember her wings from her or stupid enough to call her a witch. When she felt her safest, she finally drew out her wings from her cloak and kept it safely on her arms and stretched it as far as it went. Satisfied of her brief exercise, she began beating her wings in a motion of flight, slowly rising until she could see the decrepit roofs of the buildings that threatened to collapse. Soon enough, such buildings were already at her feet, landing ungraciously at the tiles of the roof. Momentarily, Musca shook her head. It seemed that the booze wasn't fully extinguished.

In her mind, she was graceful and nimble in her movements and she could continue thinking so, if she didn't realise the reality was that of the opposite. While she was biologically made to be a hunter- Musca was a flamboyant creature. Nothing in her screamed subtlety. Her footfalls along the roofs were heavy and clumsy, unplanned and unconsidered, for she was too busy trying to catch the familiar scent of her slave. It took her maybe five houses to locate them and once she did, she made more noise trying to stand up than she did creeping on the roof. Because she slipped. On a piece of loose tile.

The sudden imbalance in the motion forced her to lurch into the air- completely shocked. But as soon as her moment of shock passed, her wings automatically devoured the quaint space of the alley way and beat against the gravity which pulled her, keeping her in midair. Around this time, Rail had already crushed the some of the leopard's ribs. The moment of tension passed, and Musca landed perilously, laughing like a deranged woman.

It took her a moment to orient herself and when her laughter subsided, she grinned up to her slave. "Free time is over. We're going back." She didn't wait for his reply and yanked him off the naked woman, barely regarding her presence. "While I wouldn't mind your state of bareness-" she laughed, "I don't think walking around with everything hanging out would be considered as normal behaviour. Go fetch your clothes quickly. I'm getting tired from all this hopping about."

Finally, when the male Kelvic sprinted off to abide his master's demand, Musca let her gaze hammer down at the injured female, freely letting all her malice descend on her with one stare. A smile bloomed at her lips, one that didn't invite words. "Hey little kitty. You've been lucky tonight- if it weren't for me, you should know that your state of living would be very questionable right now. By all rights, I should kill you off right now. I'm sure your skull would make a nice decoration in my cave." She let her words melt into her ears then continued gleefully on, "but I won't. Partly because I'm quite happy that someone's been playing with that child. Do keep him company soon- I think he'd like that." Musca began to turn then stopped, and slightly turned to the fallen Kelvic, "Oh. That's right. You should hurry up and get away from here. The drunk humans that are chasing the both of you are coming here soon. And I bet they would absolutely love the company of woman like you." With one final smile, she waltzed out of the alley, her black cloak trailing behind her as she shrugged it on, hiding her wings. What a wonderful night.

[Rail]

With the appearance of his master the wild joy that had been driving Rail fled back to the deepest parts of his psyche. Only now did his myriad of injuries register. And the pain was.. exhilarating. As his eyes lifted to the sky the clouds finally began to recede freeing the stars to shine brightly down on the alley, he momentarily turned his wild grin on the huntress before setting out. With the scent of their flight still fresh it was fairly easy to find the heap of clothing where he had left it. With a pained sigh he pulled his torn breeches back on and clicked his slave collar into place, contemplating the night's entertainment. With the moons light too illuminate the rooftop Rail began to catalog his injuries. A torn lower lip, multiple bruises, a large gash along his leg. Altogether it was a good fight... Maybe hed try this again sometime... With a final sigh he began the walk back to his master's home and hopefully a good rest.

[Vuil]

A third party entered into their little squabble, calling the male kelvic back. He complied, going to stand by the woman with wings. Vuil felt hate boil up inside of her, a jealousy burning through her to mingle with the pain of the broken bones of her ribcage. She was in no place to fight, so she listened quietly as the winged woman commented on her luck. And she was right, Vuil was lucky that neither of them seemed interested in ending her life that night. She waited for the two to walk away, before she willed herself to move. Even just raising her arms sent a shooting pain through her torso, bringing small whimpers from her lips as she half crawled, half dragged herself through the alleyways. She needed to find her pack. She needed to find safety away from the open streets of Sunberth. Her sense of smell seemed to be affected by the spinning that was filling her head as the pain seemed to get worse. She was in agony the entire way back to her supplies, barley able to slip her coat on before giving up, laying on the hard ground, her breathing laboured.

[Cachet]

Vuil : Vuil SKILLS Unarmed Combat:4 Observation:2 Hunting:1 Acrobatics:3 Stealth:1 Running:1 Intimidation:1 LORE The feeling of a nice fight Rai : Rai SKILLS Intimidation:1 Unarmed Combat:4 Observation:2 Hunting:1 Acrobatics:3 Running:1 LORE Pain is exhilarating Musca : Musca SKILLS Observation:1 Philosophy:1 Bodybuilding:1 Flying:1 Intimidation:2 Stealth:1 LORE Man is beast Fetching what is yours Conclusion:Interesting thread and a nice little quarrel. Anything seem out of place? Any questions please feel free to contact me ASAP.