07-16-2016, 12:57 AM
The thin slice of moon hung ominously over them as it rose over the dead sky. The lion, dethroned from his pride, had been stolen from their altar and finally had regained consciousness. Christa thought he looked alright, or well, at least like herself, blood splattered, ragged, and more than a little pissed. Shadows, darker than the other side of the moon had gathered below Christa’s eyes, but she’d never admit to the fatigue, though it wore terribly on her face and aged her by ten long years. That, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was trapped in a terrible horror movie.
On the other side of the party, taking lead, was a man they knew nothing about. Sooner or later, the brash and feisty woman would demand answers, and the speaker knew it. His mouth coiled at the thought of the woman, while his serpentine eyes darted around the scenery, guiding them away from the direct flames... They were still in the frying pan, and they could sense it. They did not trust him, yet he had easily slipped into the lead. He figured he could earn their trust just enough to... Well, that was for later. As of right now, she would soon pass out from fatigue and had snatched a glance back at her injury, the forearm swelled to the size of a grapefruit, he was sure it throbbed more since it was bouncing and she was hiding a wince with every step.
As for the lion, well, he wished the damn beast had died before they’d rescued him, but not matter, an extra task for him to deal with could be taken care of easily enough. They’d gotten far away enough from the smoke that the cicadas buzzed, humming through the dense humidity restored to them by the junction of fog clapped underneath the canopy of trees. The group’s lead slowed, and so did they, first came the sharp lip of the woman, “Why’d we stop?”
Then the simple scowl of the beast who was just barely trudging along with us two-leggeders flashed back at him through the darkness with just enough savagery to truly scare him. Now however, the stranger was acclimatized not only to fear, but the every movement of beasts in the wild. “There are two logs here, you’re going to sit.”
So direct, Christa appeared to have been slapped in the face, even with her visage was splashed in shadow, her expression crumpled in disbelief, “Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?”
He took two steps closer, so he could see the whites of her eyes. She looked at the hungry fire in his and couldn’t help to think that everyone has a story, just like the way everyone has a name, what was his, and more importantly, Just what was he capable of?
“Took. William took.”
His voice had never faltered but his eyes held dormant tones of suspicion, coyly, he followed up in the best way he knew how when dealing with a woman like this, “Now sit, I’m going to put a splint on your arm, and take a look at the cat’s wounds as well as check the contusion on his skull, he may have a concussion,” her eyes blazed at the man’s authority, she was about to offer him some more lip, but instead, saw the foolishness in her anger.
“Are you a doctor?” she asked as she sat down on the damp log, “God, I could do with some water right now.”
He gazed at her lips, they were chapped, nearly blue, she’d gone without water for nearly twelve hours, as for the lion, his dark eyes gazed over his furry pelt, he could rot in hell. A minor altercation, he assured himself before putting on a mesmerizingly cool face for the woman, her pale skin was flickering in the bright light of Red’s blazing tail. It made a lamp, conveniently enough. “I do have some water,” his hand fished it out, he had hidden pockets in the very high quality jacket he’d found, “And your blood sugar is probably hitting its limits too. You’re going to want to restore your energy.”
He feigned compassion suspiciously good, the sweetness in his voice was just right, didn’t come off too creepy and possessive, nor did it come off as dull and meek. He watched as she chugged the last four sips of his bottle, That’s right, good, good, and continued, “In some sense of the word, I am a doctor, not certified, no, but I know my anatomy very well, my father was a surgeon and wanted more than anything else for me to learn at a young age. Came in handy here, the only reason those savages spared me was because I saved the chief of their people in a minor surgery and then cured his daughter of a startling case of pneumonia.”
Red listened with half an ear, this man didn’t smell right and something didn’t fit. The part about him being a doctor came in handy, and he also learned where Christa had picked him up. Which meant this human was capable of murder. But then, so wasn’t he? Nanaki’s mind was brought back to his hatred for man while Took requested, “Now, extend your hand, girlie, this isn’t going to feel pleasant.”
Took, who appeared to be a little older than thirty-five, was now holding two straight branches. He’d crafted something, though Christa’s head was spinning too fast to decipher what else he had used creating this splint, “Open your mouth, wide.” Something about his voice made it seem like he savored saying that to her, “You’re not going to be using your arm for a while.”
“Yeah well,” her wavering voice muffled through the wood, he’d placed there for her to chomp down on, “I wouldn’t exactly need this damn splint if your friends hadn’t- Gah-OW!”
The purity of the pain struck her silent as she had grit the splinters throughout her teeth. He’d lead her into that one intentionally, if she hadn’t noticed, surely the outside set of ears had. But now, her bone had been reset, and it was back safely the sling – though it didn’t hurt any less. Christa thought about that near-barren field. She could have shot the man now tending to her wounds, now hovering over Red’s skull as though he were ready –and plenty willing– to perform a lobotomy. The light of the fire caught around the corners of the man’s chin while the shadows dwelled in the depths of his eyes forming a spooky mask with the white paste of Took’s skin.
In her hand he’d left an apple, and she took a chunk out of it, feeling hungrier than she had in years and ravenously eaten the second one left on the opposite log. Neither the water, nor the apples were enough to quench her thirst and she now gently tugged at the golden foil of her Snickers bar. Took’s eyes flashed over only for a second while he was patting the cat’s head with a shiny balm, and she could’ve sworn she had seen something akin to excitement beneath the veil of his taught expression. Her teeth mashed the soft, creamy sweetness of chocolate blended with caramel.
“Red, you doin’ okay?” she asked simply, with her mouth full, her eyes then moved over to Took, “Has it been a while since you’ve had chocolate?”
Red felt the chords of his throat tighten with pain as the doctor prodded him, then wiped a liquid on the back of his neck, “I think I’ll be alright.”
How polite. The cannibal thought cynically, “I’m actually quite allergic, you eat it all for yourself, dear.”
“It’s Christa.” His smirk broadened, while he stifled a snigger. She was named after God himself.
Beep! Well shit. Time to go, ain’t it? “Red, the thing says we’re close. Come here a sec?” he padded over while the doctor did his best to clean his hands, “Can we really bring him along? I know you only just met the guy, but he’s tended to our wounds, given us food and drink, but he was living with them. My judgement feels terribly soggy, I’d love to get an hour of sleep, but we don’t have that kind of time, do we? I’ve stayed up longer, in worse conditions. Only thing is, the mind plays tricks, and I’d hate to shoot your tail off thinking it was a damned fire monster.”
“I wouldn’t trust anyone else I met on this island, it has something about it, almost like everything we’ve encountered has been some sort of trick or test,” Red spoke in a deep growl.
Took was still within earshot and now wandered over to their private conference, intruding where he wasn’t welcome, but still, he calmly pushed, “What’s that?”
But he wasn’t pointing at the radar that was glossing their faces with green light, he was gesturing to a building that was nestled in between the snug boughs of the forest trees.
On the other side of the party, taking lead, was a man they knew nothing about. Sooner or later, the brash and feisty woman would demand answers, and the speaker knew it. His mouth coiled at the thought of the woman, while his serpentine eyes darted around the scenery, guiding them away from the direct flames... They were still in the frying pan, and they could sense it. They did not trust him, yet he had easily slipped into the lead. He figured he could earn their trust just enough to... Well, that was for later. As of right now, she would soon pass out from fatigue and had snatched a glance back at her injury, the forearm swelled to the size of a grapefruit, he was sure it throbbed more since it was bouncing and she was hiding a wince with every step.
As for the lion, well, he wished the damn beast had died before they’d rescued him, but not matter, an extra task for him to deal with could be taken care of easily enough. They’d gotten far away enough from the smoke that the cicadas buzzed, humming through the dense humidity restored to them by the junction of fog clapped underneath the canopy of trees. The group’s lead slowed, and so did they, first came the sharp lip of the woman, “Why’d we stop?”
Then the simple scowl of the beast who was just barely trudging along with us two-leggeders flashed back at him through the darkness with just enough savagery to truly scare him. Now however, the stranger was acclimatized not only to fear, but the every movement of beasts in the wild. “There are two logs here, you’re going to sit.”
So direct, Christa appeared to have been slapped in the face, even with her visage was splashed in shadow, her expression crumpled in disbelief, “Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are?”
He took two steps closer, so he could see the whites of her eyes. She looked at the hungry fire in his and couldn’t help to think that everyone has a story, just like the way everyone has a name, what was his, and more importantly, Just what was he capable of?
“Took. William took.”
His voice had never faltered but his eyes held dormant tones of suspicion, coyly, he followed up in the best way he knew how when dealing with a woman like this, “Now sit, I’m going to put a splint on your arm, and take a look at the cat’s wounds as well as check the contusion on his skull, he may have a concussion,” her eyes blazed at the man’s authority, she was about to offer him some more lip, but instead, saw the foolishness in her anger.
“Are you a doctor?” she asked as she sat down on the damp log, “God, I could do with some water right now.”
He gazed at her lips, they were chapped, nearly blue, she’d gone without water for nearly twelve hours, as for the lion, his dark eyes gazed over his furry pelt, he could rot in hell. A minor altercation, he assured himself before putting on a mesmerizingly cool face for the woman, her pale skin was flickering in the bright light of Red’s blazing tail. It made a lamp, conveniently enough. “I do have some water,” his hand fished it out, he had hidden pockets in the very high quality jacket he’d found, “And your blood sugar is probably hitting its limits too. You’re going to want to restore your energy.”
He feigned compassion suspiciously good, the sweetness in his voice was just right, didn’t come off too creepy and possessive, nor did it come off as dull and meek. He watched as she chugged the last four sips of his bottle, That’s right, good, good, and continued, “In some sense of the word, I am a doctor, not certified, no, but I know my anatomy very well, my father was a surgeon and wanted more than anything else for me to learn at a young age. Came in handy here, the only reason those savages spared me was because I saved the chief of their people in a minor surgery and then cured his daughter of a startling case of pneumonia.”
Red listened with half an ear, this man didn’t smell right and something didn’t fit. The part about him being a doctor came in handy, and he also learned where Christa had picked him up. Which meant this human was capable of murder. But then, so wasn’t he? Nanaki’s mind was brought back to his hatred for man while Took requested, “Now, extend your hand, girlie, this isn’t going to feel pleasant.”
Took, who appeared to be a little older than thirty-five, was now holding two straight branches. He’d crafted something, though Christa’s head was spinning too fast to decipher what else he had used creating this splint, “Open your mouth, wide.” Something about his voice made it seem like he savored saying that to her, “You’re not going to be using your arm for a while.”
“Yeah well,” her wavering voice muffled through the wood, he’d placed there for her to chomp down on, “I wouldn’t exactly need this damn splint if your friends hadn’t- Gah-OW!”
The purity of the pain struck her silent as she had grit the splinters throughout her teeth. He’d lead her into that one intentionally, if she hadn’t noticed, surely the outside set of ears had. But now, her bone had been reset, and it was back safely the sling – though it didn’t hurt any less. Christa thought about that near-barren field. She could have shot the man now tending to her wounds, now hovering over Red’s skull as though he were ready –and plenty willing– to perform a lobotomy. The light of the fire caught around the corners of the man’s chin while the shadows dwelled in the depths of his eyes forming a spooky mask with the white paste of Took’s skin.
In her hand he’d left an apple, and she took a chunk out of it, feeling hungrier than she had in years and ravenously eaten the second one left on the opposite log. Neither the water, nor the apples were enough to quench her thirst and she now gently tugged at the golden foil of her Snickers bar. Took’s eyes flashed over only for a second while he was patting the cat’s head with a shiny balm, and she could’ve sworn she had seen something akin to excitement beneath the veil of his taught expression. Her teeth mashed the soft, creamy sweetness of chocolate blended with caramel.
“Red, you doin’ okay?” she asked simply, with her mouth full, her eyes then moved over to Took, “Has it been a while since you’ve had chocolate?”
Red felt the chords of his throat tighten with pain as the doctor prodded him, then wiped a liquid on the back of his neck, “I think I’ll be alright.”
How polite. The cannibal thought cynically, “I’m actually quite allergic, you eat it all for yourself, dear.”
“It’s Christa.” His smirk broadened, while he stifled a snigger. She was named after God himself.
Beep! Well shit. Time to go, ain’t it? “Red, the thing says we’re close. Come here a sec?” he padded over while the doctor did his best to clean his hands, “Can we really bring him along? I know you only just met the guy, but he’s tended to our wounds, given us food and drink, but he was living with them. My judgement feels terribly soggy, I’d love to get an hour of sleep, but we don’t have that kind of time, do we? I’ve stayed up longer, in worse conditions. Only thing is, the mind plays tricks, and I’d hate to shoot your tail off thinking it was a damned fire monster.”
“I wouldn’t trust anyone else I met on this island, it has something about it, almost like everything we’ve encountered has been some sort of trick or test,” Red spoke in a deep growl.
Took was still within earshot and now wandered over to their private conference, intruding where he wasn’t welcome, but still, he calmly pushed, “What’s that?”
But he wasn’t pointing at the radar that was glossing their faces with green light, he was gesturing to a building that was nestled in between the snug boughs of the forest trees.
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