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Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains lotsa, lotsa swearing and gory violence and death.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised.
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,887
Total word count: 50,178
Status: Work in Progress
The photograph was something that definitely showed that Shodin had grown up here. Which meant that he had something to go back to.
"So we don't know if the photo is fake or not."
Marland just LOOKED at him, ears forward, head tilted down as well. "Unless you have a twin brother – and that would still mean that you grew up here."
Sighing, Shodin stared down at his hands, clenching them and unclenching them. "But I don't understand – you saw me appear from a portal so I should have come from another world."
One of Marland's ears flicked to the side. "Yeah, I did, but I don't know what a portal looks like – I don't remember what it was like when I first got here." He started restlessly tapping a finger on the table, wings bunching up. "And… around the edges was lightning." But that could just be a coincidence, that the portal had displayed the same kind of attribute as the magic that Shodin and Puzz had. But if that was true, most of the buildings here would show some sort of damage – or loads of it, as portals had been opening up for centuries.
Shodin raised his eyes at him. "You think-"
-'I didn't!'-
"You don't remember," Marland pointed out flatly.
-'But why would I…?'-
"How the hell should I know?" He shook his head sharply. There was too much about this entire situation where there was something uncertain, something that they couldn't understand because they didn't know something, didn't remember something.
"And we don't know if you actually did something," Shodin said gently.
Puzz whined.
Well, at least he wasn't shouting. "It'll be true." Faking photos could be done, but they were usually fuzzy, indistinct – Shodin's photo was clear-cut, had absolute clarity, and the lighting was regular and constant. It couldn't be another person; they had the same tattoo. It just didn't seem likely that two people who looked the same would also have the exact same tattoo in the exact same place. Marland hadn't even KNOWN about the tattoo, it being high enough that it always being covered by a shirt sleeve.
Shodin gazed at him, eyes worried. Marland didn't look back at him, eyes trained on the sink.
"The photo?"
Marland nodded once.
"I guess so…" Marland glanced at him, and saw that he was rubbing his palm against his left shoulder.
Marland couldn't stop the low rumble that was coming from his throat, or his ears flattening so much that they couldn't go any lower if they tried. It wasn't sudden though, it'd been building up for a while, just, he'd been able to clamp down on it until now.
"So you'll be leaving then," he said shortly, through clenched teeth, wings alternatively wanting to flash out and stay tight against his back. His hands curled in to fists, the claws coming out. Fucking hell, he should have known that something like this was going to happen. Why the hell had he thought otherwise?
Shodin's head snapped to him, eyes wide, mouth open. "What? Why would you think that?"
What kind of idiot did he think he was? "You've found your old life; you can go BACK HOME," he snarled, leaning forward, hands braced on the table, claws scoring the wood. Shodin didn't have to think or wonder about the place that he'd left – he hadn't even left the city he'd been living in! He had people who knew him, people who cared about him – why the fuck would he want to stay here?
"Marland – MARLAND, can you listen to me?"
He snarled again, shoving himself away from the table. He didn't want to fucking talk. Before Shodin could say anything else -or he just wasn't hearing it, the rage inside him making his head buzz, making his head hurt with how much it was making his heart pound- Marland was out the door, slamming it behind him.
* * *
Just what the flying fuck was he doing? Marland didn't know. He REALLY didn't fucking know. He just – he just – he just wanted to DO something with his body, wanted to sink his claws in to something, wanted to attack something with everything he had.
He wanted to hurt.
Just what the fucking hell was up with him? Why the fucking hell did he CARE so much that Shodin would be leaving? He KNEW that Shodin wouldn't be staying with him for long, one way or another. That he'd either leave or die soon enough. Looked like Shodin was leaving now.
He squashed down the tiny relief that he felt.
It was marginally better than being dead.
Either way, he wouldn't be seeing him again after he'd gone so it didn't really matter. Marland snarled, whirling around, baring his teeth at no-one, his wings outspread and curved slightly around him. He just wanted to stomp as he paced, for whatever fucking reason, and for whatever it could actually do. Which was nothing. There wasn't anything he could do.
He was vibrating with rage and punching the wall did absolutely nothing for him. It wasn't enough. He needed more of a challenge, something that would make him work for it, rather than a stationary target.
He got his wish two seconds later when he felt something stabbing in to his wings.
Snarling, he flung whatever-it-was away, and he could feel claws catching in his vulnerable skin before it ripped free. He heard something impact on the wall with a yelp. Flapping his wings, Marland could tell that they were fine, save for the slight burning sensation.
And it was those fucking cat things again.
He snarled at them –four, this time. Were they overrunning the city now? Just how many of them WERE there?- calling his fire to his hand and throwing it before one could take another step towards him. They dodged agiley out the way, and then started stalking towards him, paws quick and light.
Fucking – shitting – he wanted something BIGGER to fight. What the fuck was he supposed to do with these? Stand on them?
One of the cat things lunged forward, hopping back as he kicked out at it – and he nearly lost his balance because of that stupid move. He didn't WANT to use his magic, but if he wanted to attack these physically, he'd have to go on all fours, and that was so incredibly fucking stupid, he may as well get on the ground, his stomach exposed for them, and let them eat him alive.
He called the magic to his hand, but kept it hidden from view, keeping it small and turning his hand away. He wouldn't need that much more to turn it in to fully blown flames, just a bit of concentration and a flick of the wrist.
The next time they came at him, two of them lunged at him together, the other two staying back. One of them jumped up at him, and he swung at it, catching it on the neck, but not strongly enough, only leaving trails of blood on its skin. The other ducked low, and Marland snarled at it, kicking out, his wings outspread for balance. He still ended up off-balance, but not as badly as before. They backed off immediately, retreating back to the group.
It was the two that had stayed behind previously that attacked next, and Marland's stomach sank, heart beating wildly when he realised what they were planning on doing. Wear him down, have a small rest in between, attack in turns. It wasn't going to be a massive quick fight, but one that would be long and drawn out, Marland being slowly but surely worn in to the ground with each successive attack.
But that wasn't – it was EXACTLY like the attack strategy that the other group had used, Marland realised, but they'd been taken out so quickly that they hadn't had a chance to use it properly. Fucking shitting hell.
Right, he'd gotten a fight like he wanted, and now that he knew out what they were planning, fighting them without magic was stupid. He could go be stupid in other ways later.
The magic flared in his hands, but he didn't throw it, just kept it there. Again, one jumped up high, and he got that in the face. He could feel his claws grating against bone and the smell of burning flesh hit him instantly. Following through with the arc of his arm, the Other crashed head first in to the wall, body still on fire.
The other one slammed straight in to his shin, horns not puncturing his scales, but still hurting. Marland snarled at the impact, blasting magic down, but it had already hopped away, back to the group.
Why the fuck had he holed himself up in an alley again? He only had two places to go, towards them and away from them, but then again, this was probably better than having a lot of space to manoeuvre: they wouldn't be able to surround him completely this way. Maybe. They could still slip past him here, but he'd at least still have a wall to his back.
He'd barely had a chance to BREATHE before he was attacked again. Fuck, fucking, fucking hell. SHIT. He continued to chant swearwords in his head as he fought them off, but he missed both of them, not even touching either of them.
He was already beginning to breathe hard, all his senses completely focused on the Others. If he slipped up, he was dead.
They were already learning that it was better to attack him from bellow – the two had went for his feet, not trying to jump up this time. Again, the other two had barely retreated before the last one sped towards him.
Marland threw his fire, and was just able to catch it on its whipping tail. It retreated straight away, tail singed, but not burning. But it had still done its job. It wouldn't matter to them if he died right now – okay, it would, but they'd be patient about wearing him down. They were being supported by others, so they could wait, they could take a break in between without worrying.
They were also steadily making him lose ground, one step at a time. If he wasn't careful, they're either back him in to a wall and then keep advancing when he had nowhere to go, or they'd get him to go out in the open, with no protection, and more chance of someone seeing him and calling hunters or the police.
When the pair came at him, one of them was behind the other. The one in front lunged to the left while the one behind went to his right. He was only able to get a glancing blow on the one on the left, scoring its side and he missed the other one completely. The second Other rammed in to his shin, hard enough to make his foot slip back a couple of inches.
The two had barely retreated before the last one was bounding forward. It dodged his fire, ducking to the side before the fire hit the ground, and then charged at him.
The angle was wrong. It wasn't heading for his shin, not unless it was going to run past him and turn its head. But if it got behind him…
He kicked out at it, wings flapping.
Movement to the side.
What –
On instinct, Marland called the fire to him, lashing out. He missed, his magic taking a chunk out of the wall and throwing debris in to the air.
The Other that he had been aiming for leaped, claws out, and landed straight on to his left wing.
Its weight dragged it down, but it wasn't enough to topple him that was when the other half of the pair slammed in to his non-abused shin. Snarling, he was able to keep his balance, even with the extra weight making it harder. The last Other –
Pain in his right wing. It had jumped up and clamped its jaws around the bottom edge of the membrane. He other wing was already starting to burn from carrying the extra weight and –
Fuck!
Marland's leg buckled under him as the only Other that wasn't on him slammed in to the back of his leg. His knee smashed in to the ground, and Marland felt the pull of muscles in his ankle as they tried to keep up with the sudden change in angle and the fact that it just couldn't bend that way.
One good thing about it was that it had dislodged the other two. Marland lunged to his right and grabbed a hold of the Other by a horn, his hand lighting up once more. Still shrieking and twisting in his hand, he flung it at the other one that had been on his wing. He was able to clip it, knocking it over, and Marland felt a small bit of vindictive satisfaction at that before the one behind him jumped on him, claws scrabbling for proper purchase, hissing directly in to his ear. He wasn't fast enough to move his ear out the way.
Marland tried to snatch it where it was, trying to ignore the feel of blood inside his ear, both as it trickled down, and the sudden throbbing inside it, but the Other had already pushed off. Which meant – Marland extended his wing around him in an instant and was just able to protect himself from getting attacked in the face.
He was too vulnerable on the ground, but now that he was there, they wouldn't let him up again, not easily.
Snarling, he threw a fireball as he twisted around, wing scraping the ground. He was able to get a direct hit on the chest, and the Other was sent sprawling a few feet away. Not dead, if the twitching and high pitched whine was any indication, but it would be soon, what with its ribs on display the way that they were. If it didn't die of shock or blood loss, it was definitely die of infection.
Shit!
He shook off the last Other, and it hopped out the way, hissing, when he tried to grab it. Fucking hell, he'd been too focused on making sure that the last one was dead that he'd ignored the fact that there was still a living one to deal with.
The Other's ears suddenly flicked behind it. What –
The world flashed white and he heard the sizzle of burning skin and a bark of pain cut short.
"Marland?"
He snarled, ears flat, and he bared his teeth. He couldn't get his wings up properly and he could feel all the places that the Others had scratched him. Why the fucking hell was Shodin here?
"Shit," Shodin breathed. Marland could hear him walking cautiously forward, but for some reason, he was more concerned about where the hell Shodin had picked up the habit of swearing. The world was gradually fading back in to its proper colours and brightness with every blink.
"Marland? It's okay. They're dead," Shodin said, voice quiet and soothing. "It's all right."
Right. Marland would have snorted, but his mouth was busy trying to take in as much air as possible at the one time, and he could already feel the burning sensations around his body start to grow and spread.
Still continuously growling, Marland jerked his head away from Shodin. "'m fine."
He didn't have to be able to see to know that Shodin was raising an eyebrow at him. "So I guess then that that isn't all your blood on you and around you?" His voice was an attempt to be dry, but it was too high, said too fast to not show the thread of worry.
"Tsh. You don't have to-"
"Yeah, I do." Sighing, Marland could hear Shodin rub a palm over his head as he crouched down in front of his head. There was a small pause and by that point, Marland's eyesight had returned completely. "C'mon – let's get you home, okay?" Shodin's eyes were worried, his eyebrows drawn in slightly. He didn't bother with the hair that was falling in front of his face.
Slowly, Marland got up, using his claws in the wall to help him. Shodin stood up and took a step back to give him some space, but it wasn't far enough that he'd have trouble getting to him if Marland's legs couldn't support him.
"Need to call it in," Marland grumbled, still not looking at Shodin. He didn't want to fucking wait for Laris and Nav though, or deal with them. It wasn't like he needed the money or anything either.
Shodin crossed his arms lightly, one finger tapping a quick beat. "Do we have to wait for them?"
Marland shook his head slowly, feeling like he'd been spun around in circles far too many times. He fumbled with the chain, eventually found the DT, and then pressed the button. Dropping his hand away, he started towards the direction of Shodin, squashing down all thoughts. It didn't fucking matter – it was going to happen and there was no point whining about it. All he wanted to do was sleep.
* * *
Summary:
The world of Torpin is open, dragging in Others from different worlds. The majority of them are monsters, prone to violence. There are some, however, that are not, and are able to live amongst the human population, if allowed to. Marland should know; he's one of them. His job is to hunt and stop the Others that seek only to destroy what's around them. On one job, a human Other drops through a portal, an event which Marland has never heard of happening before. And that's not the only thing different about the human...
Rating: M
Notes: Contains lotsa, lotsa swearing and gory violence and death.
Any questions or clarifications, just ask. (Unless it’s, you know, plot-related. XD)
As for the italics thing, I'm going for if the word's in caps, then chances are, it's supposed to be in italics. Similarly, if there's words encompassed by -' '- , then whatever's in between them should be italicised.
Genre: Urban fantasy
Word count: 2,887
Total word count: 50,178
Status: Work in Progress
The photograph was something that definitely showed that Shodin had grown up here. Which meant that he had something to go back to.
"So we don't know if the photo is fake or not."
Marland just LOOKED at him, ears forward, head tilted down as well. "Unless you have a twin brother – and that would still mean that you grew up here."
Sighing, Shodin stared down at his hands, clenching them and unclenching them. "But I don't understand – you saw me appear from a portal so I should have come from another world."
One of Marland's ears flicked to the side. "Yeah, I did, but I don't know what a portal looks like – I don't remember what it was like when I first got here." He started restlessly tapping a finger on the table, wings bunching up. "And… around the edges was lightning." But that could just be a coincidence, that the portal had displayed the same kind of attribute as the magic that Shodin and Puzz had. But if that was true, most of the buildings here would show some sort of damage – or loads of it, as portals had been opening up for centuries.
Shodin raised his eyes at him. "You think-"
-'I didn't!'-
"You don't remember," Marland pointed out flatly.
-'But why would I…?'-
"How the hell should I know?" He shook his head sharply. There was too much about this entire situation where there was something uncertain, something that they couldn't understand because they didn't know something, didn't remember something.
"And we don't know if you actually did something," Shodin said gently.
Puzz whined.
Well, at least he wasn't shouting. "It'll be true." Faking photos could be done, but they were usually fuzzy, indistinct – Shodin's photo was clear-cut, had absolute clarity, and the lighting was regular and constant. It couldn't be another person; they had the same tattoo. It just didn't seem likely that two people who looked the same would also have the exact same tattoo in the exact same place. Marland hadn't even KNOWN about the tattoo, it being high enough that it always being covered by a shirt sleeve.
Shodin gazed at him, eyes worried. Marland didn't look back at him, eyes trained on the sink.
"The photo?"
Marland nodded once.
"I guess so…" Marland glanced at him, and saw that he was rubbing his palm against his left shoulder.
Marland couldn't stop the low rumble that was coming from his throat, or his ears flattening so much that they couldn't go any lower if they tried. It wasn't sudden though, it'd been building up for a while, just, he'd been able to clamp down on it until now.
"So you'll be leaving then," he said shortly, through clenched teeth, wings alternatively wanting to flash out and stay tight against his back. His hands curled in to fists, the claws coming out. Fucking hell, he should have known that something like this was going to happen. Why the hell had he thought otherwise?
Shodin's head snapped to him, eyes wide, mouth open. "What? Why would you think that?"
What kind of idiot did he think he was? "You've found your old life; you can go BACK HOME," he snarled, leaning forward, hands braced on the table, claws scoring the wood. Shodin didn't have to think or wonder about the place that he'd left – he hadn't even left the city he'd been living in! He had people who knew him, people who cared about him – why the fuck would he want to stay here?
"Marland – MARLAND, can you listen to me?"
He snarled again, shoving himself away from the table. He didn't want to fucking talk. Before Shodin could say anything else -or he just wasn't hearing it, the rage inside him making his head buzz, making his head hurt with how much it was making his heart pound- Marland was out the door, slamming it behind him.
* * *
Just what the flying fuck was he doing? Marland didn't know. He REALLY didn't fucking know. He just – he just – he just wanted to DO something with his body, wanted to sink his claws in to something, wanted to attack something with everything he had.
He wanted to hurt.
Just what the fucking hell was up with him? Why the fucking hell did he CARE so much that Shodin would be leaving? He KNEW that Shodin wouldn't be staying with him for long, one way or another. That he'd either leave or die soon enough. Looked like Shodin was leaving now.
He squashed down the tiny relief that he felt.
It was marginally better than being dead.
Either way, he wouldn't be seeing him again after he'd gone so it didn't really matter. Marland snarled, whirling around, baring his teeth at no-one, his wings outspread and curved slightly around him. He just wanted to stomp as he paced, for whatever fucking reason, and for whatever it could actually do. Which was nothing. There wasn't anything he could do.
He was vibrating with rage and punching the wall did absolutely nothing for him. It wasn't enough. He needed more of a challenge, something that would make him work for it, rather than a stationary target.
He got his wish two seconds later when he felt something stabbing in to his wings.
Snarling, he flung whatever-it-was away, and he could feel claws catching in his vulnerable skin before it ripped free. He heard something impact on the wall with a yelp. Flapping his wings, Marland could tell that they were fine, save for the slight burning sensation.
And it was those fucking cat things again.
He snarled at them –four, this time. Were they overrunning the city now? Just how many of them WERE there?- calling his fire to his hand and throwing it before one could take another step towards him. They dodged agiley out the way, and then started stalking towards him, paws quick and light.
Fucking – shitting – he wanted something BIGGER to fight. What the fuck was he supposed to do with these? Stand on them?
One of the cat things lunged forward, hopping back as he kicked out at it – and he nearly lost his balance because of that stupid move. He didn't WANT to use his magic, but if he wanted to attack these physically, he'd have to go on all fours, and that was so incredibly fucking stupid, he may as well get on the ground, his stomach exposed for them, and let them eat him alive.
He called the magic to his hand, but kept it hidden from view, keeping it small and turning his hand away. He wouldn't need that much more to turn it in to fully blown flames, just a bit of concentration and a flick of the wrist.
The next time they came at him, two of them lunged at him together, the other two staying back. One of them jumped up at him, and he swung at it, catching it on the neck, but not strongly enough, only leaving trails of blood on its skin. The other ducked low, and Marland snarled at it, kicking out, his wings outspread for balance. He still ended up off-balance, but not as badly as before. They backed off immediately, retreating back to the group.
It was the two that had stayed behind previously that attacked next, and Marland's stomach sank, heart beating wildly when he realised what they were planning on doing. Wear him down, have a small rest in between, attack in turns. It wasn't going to be a massive quick fight, but one that would be long and drawn out, Marland being slowly but surely worn in to the ground with each successive attack.
But that wasn't – it was EXACTLY like the attack strategy that the other group had used, Marland realised, but they'd been taken out so quickly that they hadn't had a chance to use it properly. Fucking shitting hell.
Right, he'd gotten a fight like he wanted, and now that he knew out what they were planning, fighting them without magic was stupid. He could go be stupid in other ways later.
The magic flared in his hands, but he didn't throw it, just kept it there. Again, one jumped up high, and he got that in the face. He could feel his claws grating against bone and the smell of burning flesh hit him instantly. Following through with the arc of his arm, the Other crashed head first in to the wall, body still on fire.
The other one slammed straight in to his shin, horns not puncturing his scales, but still hurting. Marland snarled at the impact, blasting magic down, but it had already hopped away, back to the group.
Why the fuck had he holed himself up in an alley again? He only had two places to go, towards them and away from them, but then again, this was probably better than having a lot of space to manoeuvre: they wouldn't be able to surround him completely this way. Maybe. They could still slip past him here, but he'd at least still have a wall to his back.
He'd barely had a chance to BREATHE before he was attacked again. Fuck, fucking, fucking hell. SHIT. He continued to chant swearwords in his head as he fought them off, but he missed both of them, not even touching either of them.
He was already beginning to breathe hard, all his senses completely focused on the Others. If he slipped up, he was dead.
They were already learning that it was better to attack him from bellow – the two had went for his feet, not trying to jump up this time. Again, the other two had barely retreated before the last one sped towards him.
Marland threw his fire, and was just able to catch it on its whipping tail. It retreated straight away, tail singed, but not burning. But it had still done its job. It wouldn't matter to them if he died right now – okay, it would, but they'd be patient about wearing him down. They were being supported by others, so they could wait, they could take a break in between without worrying.
They were also steadily making him lose ground, one step at a time. If he wasn't careful, they're either back him in to a wall and then keep advancing when he had nowhere to go, or they'd get him to go out in the open, with no protection, and more chance of someone seeing him and calling hunters or the police.
When the pair came at him, one of them was behind the other. The one in front lunged to the left while the one behind went to his right. He was only able to get a glancing blow on the one on the left, scoring its side and he missed the other one completely. The second Other rammed in to his shin, hard enough to make his foot slip back a couple of inches.
The two had barely retreated before the last one was bounding forward. It dodged his fire, ducking to the side before the fire hit the ground, and then charged at him.
The angle was wrong. It wasn't heading for his shin, not unless it was going to run past him and turn its head. But if it got behind him…
He kicked out at it, wings flapping.
Movement to the side.
What –
On instinct, Marland called the fire to him, lashing out. He missed, his magic taking a chunk out of the wall and throwing debris in to the air.
The Other that he had been aiming for leaped, claws out, and landed straight on to his left wing.
Its weight dragged it down, but it wasn't enough to topple him that was when the other half of the pair slammed in to his non-abused shin. Snarling, he was able to keep his balance, even with the extra weight making it harder. The last Other –
Pain in his right wing. It had jumped up and clamped its jaws around the bottom edge of the membrane. He other wing was already starting to burn from carrying the extra weight and –
Fuck!
Marland's leg buckled under him as the only Other that wasn't on him slammed in to the back of his leg. His knee smashed in to the ground, and Marland felt the pull of muscles in his ankle as they tried to keep up with the sudden change in angle and the fact that it just couldn't bend that way.
One good thing about it was that it had dislodged the other two. Marland lunged to his right and grabbed a hold of the Other by a horn, his hand lighting up once more. Still shrieking and twisting in his hand, he flung it at the other one that had been on his wing. He was able to clip it, knocking it over, and Marland felt a small bit of vindictive satisfaction at that before the one behind him jumped on him, claws scrabbling for proper purchase, hissing directly in to his ear. He wasn't fast enough to move his ear out the way.
Marland tried to snatch it where it was, trying to ignore the feel of blood inside his ear, both as it trickled down, and the sudden throbbing inside it, but the Other had already pushed off. Which meant – Marland extended his wing around him in an instant and was just able to protect himself from getting attacked in the face.
He was too vulnerable on the ground, but now that he was there, they wouldn't let him up again, not easily.
Snarling, he threw a fireball as he twisted around, wing scraping the ground. He was able to get a direct hit on the chest, and the Other was sent sprawling a few feet away. Not dead, if the twitching and high pitched whine was any indication, but it would be soon, what with its ribs on display the way that they were. If it didn't die of shock or blood loss, it was definitely die of infection.
Shit!
He shook off the last Other, and it hopped out the way, hissing, when he tried to grab it. Fucking hell, he'd been too focused on making sure that the last one was dead that he'd ignored the fact that there was still a living one to deal with.
The Other's ears suddenly flicked behind it. What –
The world flashed white and he heard the sizzle of burning skin and a bark of pain cut short.
"Marland?"
He snarled, ears flat, and he bared his teeth. He couldn't get his wings up properly and he could feel all the places that the Others had scratched him. Why the fucking hell was Shodin here?
"Shit," Shodin breathed. Marland could hear him walking cautiously forward, but for some reason, he was more concerned about where the hell Shodin had picked up the habit of swearing. The world was gradually fading back in to its proper colours and brightness with every blink.
"Marland? It's okay. They're dead," Shodin said, voice quiet and soothing. "It's all right."
Right. Marland would have snorted, but his mouth was busy trying to take in as much air as possible at the one time, and he could already feel the burning sensations around his body start to grow and spread.
Still continuously growling, Marland jerked his head away from Shodin. "'m fine."
He didn't have to be able to see to know that Shodin was raising an eyebrow at him. "So I guess then that that isn't all your blood on you and around you?" His voice was an attempt to be dry, but it was too high, said too fast to not show the thread of worry.
"Tsh. You don't have to-"
"Yeah, I do." Sighing, Marland could hear Shodin rub a palm over his head as he crouched down in front of his head. There was a small pause and by that point, Marland's eyesight had returned completely. "C'mon – let's get you home, okay?" Shodin's eyes were worried, his eyebrows drawn in slightly. He didn't bother with the hair that was falling in front of his face.
Slowly, Marland got up, using his claws in the wall to help him. Shodin stood up and took a step back to give him some space, but it wasn't far enough that he'd have trouble getting to him if Marland's legs couldn't support him.
"Need to call it in," Marland grumbled, still not looking at Shodin. He didn't want to fucking wait for Laris and Nav though, or deal with them. It wasn't like he needed the money or anything either.
Shodin crossed his arms lightly, one finger tapping a quick beat. "Do we have to wait for them?"
Marland shook his head slowly, feeling like he'd been spun around in circles far too many times. He fumbled with the chain, eventually found the DT, and then pressed the button. Dropping his hand away, he started towards the direction of Shodin, squashing down all thoughts. It didn't fucking matter – it was going to happen and there was no point whining about it. All he wanted to do was sleep.
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Date: Nov. 24th, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)Ahhh, so Shodin is from this world after all? What a twist. =P (But that doesn't explain Puzz, hmmmmmm)I was kind of wondering though, if there'd be parallel worlds and such with people who look the same. XD;
Maybe Shodin can open portals. XD; Or Puzz can. Or they accidentally did something along the lines of opening a portal. You can laugh at me if I'm completely off track. =P
Fucking hell, he should have known that something like this was going to happen. Why the hell had he thought otherwise?
Marland wants him to stay. Eeeee.
"Marland – MARLAND, can you listen to me?"
Nope, I don't think he's listening.
Looked like Shodin was leaving now.
I doubt he's leaving. =P I'm curious about Saisha though.
He got his wish two seconds later when he felt something stabbing in to his wings.
Not a good wish come true at all! Ouch.
Wow, those cat things really are overrunning the place.
Interesting tactics. :O Not good for Marland though!
Ouch. But surely Shodin's going to save the day. =P
There he is!
He didn't have to be able to see to know that Shodin was raising an eyebrow at him. "So I guess then that that isn't all your blood on you and around you?" His voice was an attempt to be dry, but it was too high, said too fast to not show the thread of worry.
Aw, I loved this~.
Okay, there are way too many cat Others running around. =P
Well, whatever happens, Shodin's got to stick around
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Date: Nov. 26th, 2010 08:42 pm (UTC):D Hee.
I won't say I'm laughing (and I wouldn't anyway; I'd glee at you trying to figure it out) or not, because then that'd give stuff away, even if I didn't actually say what. ^ ^
He dooooes. Marland's gotten all used to him!
XD I have to be predictable at some point! Unless I've been predictable for a lot of the time.
Not with bandaging this time! Plastering! *facepalm*
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Date: Nov. 27th, 2010 08:57 am (UTC)Haha, plastering. Still treating wounds. Marland and Shodin both spend a lot of time hurt. =P
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2010 07:51 am (UTC)XD *facepalm* They doooo. I don't think Marland ever got hurt this much, but he wasn't running off in a temper during then. Also, with the mini-time skips, they are spending a couple of days uninjured. Because they're staying inside the flat. XDD As soon as they step outside however... XD
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Date: Nov. 30th, 2010 09:10 am (UTC)