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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: It was supposed to be a stealth mission. It was anything but.
Contains: Blood.
Notes: Set waaaay in the future. Near the end of Noblesse, basically.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 685
Status: Complete
M-21 gulped in deep breaths, trying to fill his burning lungs. His legs shook, a second from giving up on him and it was only sheer willpower that kept him upright. Everything throbbed, from getting thrown into pillars and at one point, M-21 was sure if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have lost an arm, rather than cuts from shoulder to hip.
The mission had not gone to plan and that was a fucking understatement. M-21 swiped at his forehead, and his hand came away covered in both sweat and blood. He was supposed to just sneak into the werewolf stronghold, grab what information he could and then get out. Being the only person in the house who could pass as a werewolf, he'd had to go in alone to not draw attention.
That hadn't happened.
In front of him, Maduke dropped to the ground, blood escaping through the slashes across his throat in thick spurts. Maduke's eyes were glassy but M-21 maintained his transformation, watching him. M-21 knew exactly how good a werewolf's healing ability was: it was the only reason he was alive right now.
M-21's ears rang, from all the explosions as their attacks took down walls, from the blood roaring through him.
Maduke didn't move again, his eyes staying open and his mouth slack as the blood flow slowed to a trickle.
M-21 finally allowed himself to release his transformation and slump, not dropping just yet. If he hit the ground, he wouldn't get up again for a while and he needed to get moving before-
He whirled around at a soft sound and his eyes widened as he backed up a step. Not that that would have made a difference.
Shit.
The entranceway to the audience room was packed with werewolves.
When had they arrived? How much had they seen? That didn't matter. He'd been caught with the dead body of their Lord.
He might have killed Maduke, but only just barely. Fighting the rest of the werewolves in the stronghold all at once, by himself? He was fucked.
The werewolves hadn't sprung to avenge their Lord yet, and if they gave him enough time, he might be able to muster enough energy to run. He wouldn't be able to outrun them for long, not in his current state, but if he could reach the forest, found a body of water to get rid of his scent and Maduke's... He might make it.
And he'd distracted himself.
The werewolves had filtered into the audience room while he'd been thinking. He hadn't noticed them move, or heard them. Dammit. If he kept this up, he wasn't going to escape.
"Are you the one that killed him?" one of the werewolves closest to him said. She had long brown hair tied into braids.
M-21 pursed his lips. The werewolves had formed a loose semi-circle around him and they didn't seem inclined to close the gap. He might still make it. Open air was at his back.
He exhaled, flexing his hands and rolling to the balls of his feet, ready to flee at the first chance.
"Yeah, I did," he said with a lift of his chin, curling his lip as he smirked. There was no point in lying, not when he was covered in Maduke's blood. That should rile them up enough to stop them from thinking properly.
The werewolf who had asked him dipped her head. M-21 tensed, readying for the attacks and to dodge.
She dropped to the floor.
No. She was kneeling, her head bowed, an arm bent over her knee. M-21 jerked his head to see what the others were doing.
They were doing the same. All of them.
M-21 swallowed, his heart hammering again and his stomach churned. They weren't attacking. What-
"My Lord," the first werewolf murmured, and the title rippled out from the rest of the werewolves in a wave.
"What?" M-21 croaked.
The first werewolf raised her head, and she was looking at him, not Maduke. "My Lord?"
Oh... Shit. This was not how his stealth mission was supposed to go...
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I'm assuming the endgame will be Muzaka fights Maduke and takes back his title.
But then I had another idea, and here we are. :3
Bare bones of what happens next, thanks to Myriade:
'Uhm... Frankenstein...we have.... a thing.. So. The good news: I got the information you wanted.'
'And the bad news?'
'I got the information because I became the new werewolf Lord 8l;;;;;;;'
'....Good! :D'
'????'
'That means you've developed so much since we first met.'
'Y-yeah, but....'
'I'm very proud of you."
'!!!!!! Q///////Q'
Summary: It was supposed to be a stealth mission. It was anything but.
Contains: Blood.
Notes: Set waaaay in the future. Near the end of Noblesse, basically.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 685
Status: Complete
M-21 gulped in deep breaths, trying to fill his burning lungs. His legs shook, a second from giving up on him and it was only sheer willpower that kept him upright. Everything throbbed, from getting thrown into pillars and at one point, M-21 was sure if he hadn't dodged in time, he would have lost an arm, rather than cuts from shoulder to hip.
The mission had not gone to plan and that was a fucking understatement. M-21 swiped at his forehead, and his hand came away covered in both sweat and blood. He was supposed to just sneak into the werewolf stronghold, grab what information he could and then get out. Being the only person in the house who could pass as a werewolf, he'd had to go in alone to not draw attention.
That hadn't happened.
In front of him, Maduke dropped to the ground, blood escaping through the slashes across his throat in thick spurts. Maduke's eyes were glassy but M-21 maintained his transformation, watching him. M-21 knew exactly how good a werewolf's healing ability was: it was the only reason he was alive right now.
M-21's ears rang, from all the explosions as their attacks took down walls, from the blood roaring through him.
Maduke didn't move again, his eyes staying open and his mouth slack as the blood flow slowed to a trickle.
M-21 finally allowed himself to release his transformation and slump, not dropping just yet. If he hit the ground, he wouldn't get up again for a while and he needed to get moving before-
He whirled around at a soft sound and his eyes widened as he backed up a step. Not that that would have made a difference.
Shit.
The entranceway to the audience room was packed with werewolves.
When had they arrived? How much had they seen? That didn't matter. He'd been caught with the dead body of their Lord.
He might have killed Maduke, but only just barely. Fighting the rest of the werewolves in the stronghold all at once, by himself? He was fucked.
The werewolves hadn't sprung to avenge their Lord yet, and if they gave him enough time, he might be able to muster enough energy to run. He wouldn't be able to outrun them for long, not in his current state, but if he could reach the forest, found a body of water to get rid of his scent and Maduke's... He might make it.
And he'd distracted himself.
The werewolves had filtered into the audience room while he'd been thinking. He hadn't noticed them move, or heard them. Dammit. If he kept this up, he wasn't going to escape.
"Are you the one that killed him?" one of the werewolves closest to him said. She had long brown hair tied into braids.
M-21 pursed his lips. The werewolves had formed a loose semi-circle around him and they didn't seem inclined to close the gap. He might still make it. Open air was at his back.
He exhaled, flexing his hands and rolling to the balls of his feet, ready to flee at the first chance.
"Yeah, I did," he said with a lift of his chin, curling his lip as he smirked. There was no point in lying, not when he was covered in Maduke's blood. That should rile them up enough to stop them from thinking properly.
The werewolf who had asked him dipped her head. M-21 tensed, readying for the attacks and to dodge.
She dropped to the floor.
No. She was kneeling, her head bowed, an arm bent over her knee. M-21 jerked his head to see what the others were doing.
They were doing the same. All of them.
M-21 swallowed, his heart hammering again and his stomach churned. They weren't attacking. What-
"My Lord," the first werewolf murmured, and the title rippled out from the rest of the werewolves in a wave.
"What?" M-21 croaked.
The first werewolf raised her head, and she was looking at him, not Maduke. "My Lord?"
Oh... Shit. This was not how his stealth mission was supposed to go...
I'm assuming the endgame will be Muzaka fights Maduke and takes back his title.
But then I had another idea, and here we are. :3
Bare bones of what happens next, thanks to Myriade:
'Uhm... Frankenstein...we have.... a thing.. So. The good news: I got the information you wanted.'
'And the bad news?'
'I got the information because I became the new werewolf Lord 8l;;;;;;;'
'....Good! :D'
'????'
'That means you've developed so much since we first met.'
'Y-yeah, but....'
'I'm very proud of you."
'!!!!!! Q///////Q'