Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 1:35:15 GMT -5
She gasped wanting more. The Adrenaline still fresh in her veins. She raised her hips pushing against him. She wanted the completion her hunger so desired for. She reached down with her right hand and pulled on the lining of his pants trying desperately to pull them off with no avail. She released the kiss wanting all of him. The animal like craving for sex driving her over the edge. She leaned up against him and forcefully pulled down both his pants and his boxers to the bend in his knees. She laid back down her hands being rather rough against the skin on his back.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
He felt the frantic tugs against his boxers, then finally success. He moaned a bit as he felt the boxers tug on his penis then it spring back up, free of its confines in his pants. He kissed her again, the tip of pushing against her panties. He couldnt stop himself from pulling them down her soft legs, pulling them past her knees. He came back up and kissed her, his wet penis now rubbing against her bare skin, trying to find its way inside of her. Aldrid felt nervous, though. It was his first time having sex, and he wasnt sure just exactly how to go about it. All he remembered was how sensitive her clit is, and rubbed it with his penis, grinding against her body. His right hand came up and began massaging her breast, his left reaching down and guiding his penis along her body, locating the slit. He stopped moving for a moment, looking you in the eye, before he pushed against it, the tip finding purchase. His eyes widened at how moist and warm it would be, and how good it felt against him. He twitched a little, eager for more.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 1:49:33 GMT -5
Genevieve moaned at his touch and again at how close they were. She met his gaze and held it as she lifted her hips against his, the tip slipping in and only that. Her eyes shut and her breathe quickened. She wanted to feel him. No, needed to feel him. Her face was flushed with frustration. Genevieve pulled him down closer with her arms and into a kiss.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Aldrid was confused as to what to do, after feeling her hips buck against his. Should he just leave the tip in or go a bit further? His body answered for him. He pushed his hips against hers, the shaft sliding in slowly and gently, eneveloped with the warmth of her. He met her kiss passionately, sending his ecstacy levels up, and thrust his hips against hers, forcing it in the rest of the way. He gasped loudly at the sensation, reveling in it. He pulled back a bit, and slid it in again, his hips began moving as if by their own accord. He begun to move a bit faster, moving in a steady rythm.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 1:58:40 GMT -5
She gasped at the pressure, and then moaned louder with the second entrance. She was having trouble functioning her mouth to continue kissing him but she tried her damnedest. The sensation was so overpowering that she could barely breath but she wanted more. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned louder clearly aroused by what he was doing. Her eyes were half open and so was her mouth. As she panted her hands held onto his back, feeling his muscles roll with each thrust. She was as they say, on cloud nine.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
he heard her moans, which only enticed him more. He began moving his hips faster, letting go of any thought, any reason, becoming one with his instinct, becoming one with Genevieve. His eyes looked almost feral, more beast than man as he thrust against her faster. Feeling her grip on his back only increased the feeling. He leaned over and licked the uninjured side of her neck, pressing his lips against her skin just under her jaw. He felt her body rocking with the steady rythm of his thrusts, a small squishing sound can be heard as the fluids that covered his penis slapped against skin messily, but he didnt care. Aldrid gripped her tighter. Bringing his face from her neck he kissed her again, not caring how messy it was as his tounge collided with hers, exploring her mouth. Aldrid didnt care about the little bit of saliva that seemed to find itself on his chin, he only cared for the moment. For this Woman. His heart beating fast seemed to throb at the realization. Did he love her? His mind started to work again, but still relinquished control to the primal feelings.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 2:11:46 GMT -5
Her moans continued in his mouth as she relished in the roughness. She caressed his tongue with her own. Her right hand moved to his hair and she tightened her fingers in his hair. She couldn't believe what she was doing but she had never felt such a sensation, such a feeling this strong. Her breasts bounced with each thrust only making her nipples harder. She could feel their mixed fluids running down her thighs and onto the floor and it only aroused her more. Her mouth escaped his, "Aldrid!" she cried out gasping for breath and her eyes shutting. She lifted her hips more fighting each of his thrusts to give him a better angle with deeper penetration. She felt no longer in control and it was making her feel amazing.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
He sat up and roughly pulled her hips up, her legs suspended under his powerful hands and he continued his thrusting. His buttox clenched a bit as his penis twitched inside of her. He felt a surge of heat in his penis, and knew he was near orgasming, but he faught it, forcing the feeling back. hearing his name invigorated him more, and he thrusted faster. It was messy, but it felt too good. Aldrid was literally, having the best moment of his life, and with someone he barely knew. But in that moment, he couldnt help but feel the unity, not just of their bodies but something much deeper. Aldrid, whether he really did admit it or not to himself, found himself in love with the woman. He couldnt fight or deny it, and was ready to sacrifice everything for her. these thoughts roiled through his head like a passing storm, his eyes half shut, and like her panting loudly, the sweat rolled down his body, and he shivered a little, but didnt care too much. His thrusts were deep and powerful, unable to go any further.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 2:26:11 GMT -5
Her head tilted back as she reached her climax, feeling the heat surge through her like a firestorm. She had never felt this sensation before. The sex she had had with her fiance had never made her climax and never made her feel so completely real. Her eyes tightened shut as the mix of pain and pleasure swirled into one and left her body shuddering. She was gasping as each additional thrust sent her sensations she couldn't comprehend. She stuttered his name several times, her fingers digging into the ground as her mind made it seem like she was drifting down.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Feeling the sudden surge of heat against his penis, He couldnt fight back the feeling much longer. He gave one last powerful thrust before the heat inside of him surged forward, racing to escape as he shot his sperm deep into her. His penis pumped out more in quick succession, each as if letting out pent up energy. After the third one, he gently set her down, panting hard, leaning over her. He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy as he tried to regain his breath, shivering from the sweat. He gasped a bit for air, and looked at her. Never had he felt something so amazing, or seen someone so beautiful. He leaned over and kissed each of her eyes. He never told her but he did love her eyes from the moment he first saw them. They were different, and determined. Aldrid couldnt survive without her, that much he was certain of. He wanted to tell her so badly, it nearly jumped from the tip of his tounge, but instead he kissed her, trying to convey his feelings. Words he found, always had away to betray someone.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 2:38:24 GMT -5
She felt the passion in the kiss and she knew he had been feeling it too. She didn't want to ruin the moment by saying anything and deepened to kiss to answer his passion. Sweat had formed in tiny drops over her body. The fire light dancing across her skin. She was still shuddering from the powerful climax and her body radiating heat. Feeling him shiver it was now her turn to warm him up. She gently pulled him down to lay on his back next to her. and she turned on her side readying herself to climb on top of him once he had laid down.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Aldrid felt the kiss, and the feeling behind it. He couldnt help but feel relief as he followed her hints to lay down. Doing so, Aldrid let out a content sigh, watching the shadows of the fire light dance across their naked forms. He drunk in her beauty watching her as she moved about, transfixed by her radiance. He couldnt help but marvel at the fact that he could ever feel this way. He didnt want to lose her, ever, or this moment. He smiled at her softly, yearning for her touc.h in the brief moments of not having contact, he felt agonizing longing in him, his heart screaming.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 2:54:43 GMT -5
She straddled him once again, except this time she curled against him, using her body heat to warm him. She laid on top of him. Each of her hands holding his collar bones. Her mind was at a rush with thoughts. For now, she thought, she would keep her feelings to herself. Actions speak louder than words. She felt so small and delicate on top of him. She was only 5'1" but her frame matched her height. She was older clearly but he made her feel so much younger. Her long braids were partly plastered to her back with sweat and partly strewn around them. Did she just have sex with a minor? She was the one who looked underage. He was huge and she looked like a sixteen year old with a nice rack. Do the laws even count anymore? She realized she had no idea how old he really was. Did it really matter? No, he made her feel like a woman, like a human. Like an equal. She could feel the immaculate grooves of his defined body under her skin, and it made her feel so safe. She moved her right hand up and gently played with his hair, her fingers rubbing at his scalp gently. She breathed in gently, their smells had mixed together and its was of earth, fire, and musk. It was a soothing smell and only then did she realize how terribly tired she really was.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
He held her gently, realizing just how fragile she is. He kissed the top of her head. It didnt matter to him the differences they had, they completed each other. She was beautiful to him, the most beautiful person in the world. It was then that a song came to mind and he couldnt help but whisper the words out loud, "I see friends shaking hands, singing, how do you do. They're really saying, I love you," the song coursed through his head. He grinned widely at the thought of the song, and the irony it holds in the New World, as he sometimes thought of it. His grip wrapped around her protectively, feeling her hands explore his body.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 3:11:25 GMT -5
"And I think to myself...What a wonderful world" she whispered in agreement to his way of telling her how he really felt. She reached up to her neck and pulled the chain off that held her fiance's ring. The ring slipped off the broken chain and she gently slipped it into his hands. She didn't look at him, but he must know what significance it meant for her to give it to him. Her eyes grew heavy and she could fight the exhaustion no more. She fell asleep, and this time no night terrors would awake her. Only a pleasant dream of Aldrid holding her as they sat watching the fire.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Aldrid clutched the ring tightly, seeing that it held great importance to her. He carefully reached up and undid the chain around his neck, sliding it through the band of the ring, letting it hang beside the old key. he put the chain back around his neck, and kissed her head as she slept. He really did love her, and he knew she felt the same. Aldrid gently stroked her hair, as he lay there, watching the stars. His eyes grew heavy, and he wanted to sleep. But he knew better. it was night, and "They" might be around. Instead he sung songs to himself in his head, whispering them to the still night, as the sun made its slow course to the horizon. He watched with heavy eyes as the first rays of dawn touched the two naked bodies. Aldrid couldnt turn his gaze from the rising sun and muttered softly. "What a wonderful world,"
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 3:29:13 GMT -5
The morning rays burned steadily on her eyes and she opened them. She sat up still on top of him. The first thing she noticed was the ring on his necklace, next to a key. She smiled and touched it gently. She kissed him gently on the forehead. "Get some rest while I do some things around the camp okay?" she asked hoping he would agree. "I promise I wont leave, and Nothing will get to you." She stood up and covered him with his jacket. She was completely soak with morning dew, and she was in fact a mess. Sticky residue had run down the insides of her legs. She did not feel disgusting though, she felt quite refreshed. She picked up a piece of the leather seat cover from her Jeep and began covered him with it to keep him warm. She used the last piece to stuff into the wall of the Lean-to to prevent the sun from shinning in his eyes. She leaned down one last time and kissed him before walking out completely naked and began putting more fire on the fire wood.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Aldrid watched the little activites going on, but was too tired to do much. He was used to the lack of sleep, but he didnt have to like it. once she left the shelter, He rolled over onto his side, his lids drooped heavily and he passed into unconciousness. It was one of those dreams again, the ones he had on lonely nights, the ones that came when no one was there to wake him. Aldrid muttered in his sleep, his features lined with fear. He tossed and turned, as the memories flooded through him. This time it was the death of Gwen, his little sister. Aldrid had only returned from his travels to find her naked body hanging above the door, a rope around her neck. He remembered the burial, and the near-death experience. His mind replayed the image of his sister's hanging corpse, an illusion from hell. He would be walking down the road, and she hung from a tree, he'd look away just to see her body. It flooded his vision, clouding his mind. He whimpered a bit, tears sprining to his eyes, clenching his fists in the soft earth. "G-gwen!" he cried out with a broken voice, fear and despair lining it.
Post by adminarot3p on Sept 14, 2011 14:01:15 GMT -5
He perched, so like a hawk, in the thick trees above the camp. Dappling his skin were designs much like a cheetahs, only in greens and browns. This broke up his outline in the trees and tall weeds. He suffused it with darker browns and blacks on his back, to provide camouflage against the trees thick trunks. His eyes were slitted, so as to only slightly show as they focused on the lean to. He could smell the fear pouring from the male, even from his height hear the labored panting, the small cries. All of his instincts told him to strike, creep int the space, grab it by its throat, and crush the life from it. But he had made a deal, and if he was nothing, he was bound by his word. He crept slowly, face first, down the tree, pausing whenever he heard a strange sound. He froze as the female walked near him, naught but ten feet from his tree. He sniffed her, and was not surprised to smell sex. Good, they would breed. They would supply him with more followers, and even food. He did not move until she was a certain distance away from him, and then it was only to angle his head to better watch her.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 14, 2011 17:55:15 GMT -5
Genevieve wandered into the forest a bit in search of the berries that Aldrid had brought back to the camp the other day. Or for animal holes so she could set up snares around their dens. She moved quietly through the underbrush holding the bat close so it wouldn't make that hollow scraping noise. She came into a clearing still within hearing distance of a yell from the camp. She spotted antlers just poking up from the underbrush and she slowly approached. Johnny had seen her coming and had pressed himself against the back side of the tree. His hair coming across his face. His gaze couldn't leave her naked body. He dare not question why such an arousing figure walked through his woods naked. Maybe this is what she wanted. He watched her walk to the Deer carcass and put her hand close to it. Obviously he knew she was checking how fresh the kill was. He heard her speaking but couldn't understand her from behind his tree. "Percival?" she questioned. "Where'd you go?" she said assuming it was his. Then the sudden realization hit her. This was a trap. She had been set up and lured in like and idiot. She looked around seeing nothing and turned and smacked straight into a brick wall, the bat clanging to the floor. "oh Aldri-" but it was not Aldrid, it was a stranger and she only had enough time to step back before his hand wrapped around her throat. She spit in his face and his grip tightened around her neck. She reacted by punching him in the face, and he reacted by throwing her onto the ground. She slid on the dirt and tried to sit up but he was on top of her to fast. She tried to call out but his grip was around her throat again. He could feel the warm blood beginning to ooze from her wound on her neck. He grinned as she was fighting to stay conscious. She had tunnel vision as the oxygen deprivation was causing her to pass out. The pressure in her head was building and she groaned but it came out as a whimper. He released her throat as soon as her eyes rolled back and he undid his belt and took off his pants and dropped his back pack on the forest floor. He was already more than aroused and grabbed her by both of her ankles with his left hand and pushed her legs towards her chest revealing her slit to him. His eyes widened as he had found his prize. He laid her legs against his left shoulder as he pushed himself into her warmth. She groaned and he knew she would awaken soon. He grabbed her legs again so that she could not fight with them and placed his hand beside her neck. He pushed himself in deeper. "Kyle, stop...." she muttered as her eyes rolled beneath her lids. She was back when the had first had sex. He had convinced her and it was something she had not wanted to try. But she did it because she loved him. He had continued even when she told him to stop. When she told him it was hurting he made it hurt more. And he only finished once she had cried. Sex with him was never pleasant. But she never left him for fear that she would never find another person to love. Everything else about their life was perfect. Except in the bed room. He was thrusting hard in her by now and put his weight on his knees and against her legs. Her eyes began to flutter open and her face had contorted into a mix of pain and confusion. Her eyes focused on him and the sudden realization made her stiffen. "GET THE FUCK OFF O-" He cut her scream off with his hand on her throat again. Continuing to thrust, she fought him trying desperately to get him off but she didn't succeed before the blackness overwhelmed her once again. He groaned loudly as his pleasure was heightened by her pain and her resistance. He delved deeper in side of her struggling to climax.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Aldrid already awoken, shaking from his nightmare, clutched the ka-bar tightly. The silence outside worried him, and when he heard the cut off scream of Genevieve, he dashed out of the tent without hesitation. In is nakedness, he marveled at the feeling of freedom, becoming one with nature, and had a slight tint of jealousy to Percival, who could fully enjoy being one with the trees and the wind. Master of the forest. Aldrid came across the scene in the clearing, and clenched his jaw, he did not charge the man like he was so tempted, instead he stalked up to him from behind, in his bare feet, a predator of sorts, the k-bar in his hand. When Aldrid got within a few feet he changed direction coming down on him at an arch, aiming from the left side of the man, he was already in range, giving the man no chance to act. He sprung ontop of him, tackling him to the ground and the momentum had Genevieve entangled in the mess, Aldrid's size had forced the man to turn, falling onto his back. He brought the knife down hard, aiming for the heart, but only managed to get the shoulder. He heard the gyrating of the blade against the bone of the man, and a feral hate took over took his features, he was, for a moment, imagining how Percival must of felt, watching the two naked forms last night. His hand snaked to the man's throat grabbing it in a powerful vice-like grip. Aldrid was lucky that he was as big as he is. His weight and size was his advantage, but he was not slow and cummbersome, and if there is anything Aldrid will do, its kill this man. Even if he ran, Aldrid would not allow mercy to such trash. Gripping the ka-bar he wrenched it out of his shoulder, readying to strike again.
Post by adminarot3p on Sept 14, 2011 18:47:22 GMT -5
At any one moment she was up and walking, he was no more than six feet from her, and this time, he had set himself in her path. With great eyes, orbs that could fill teacups, he watched her walk. From the other side of the small clearing, he heard a heartbeat, bigger, and more worn. It quickened when she stepped farther twards him, and he stilled. She called his name, and he watched her. It would be her choice if she brushed against the tree, but no. The heartbeat that lay in wait sprung its trap, one he had been waiting for.
The other male, new to the woods for days now, lept upon the small naked one, pinning her down, twisting her. This irked him. He was not usually upset by the laws of nature, but humans were outside those bounds, and His kind, further from it. He watched her struggle, and go limp. He began his decent from the tree, when the taller one, the male, burts from the other side of the clearing, weilding a knife. He assaulted the other, and they lay in a tangeled heap. When they had falen, Percival dropped to the ground like a cloth, light and soft. He stalked twards the wound up ball of human. He stands over the struggling mass, and growls. Taking the male by the arm he lifts him up, toossing him away into some shrubbery, like a small child throwing away a doll. His reaction time was lightening fast, as fast as any normal wolfs.
Using his great clawed hands he grips the attacker by the face and slams him once into the ground, pressing down. With a great clawed foot he presses the mans chest into the ground, feeling his ribs creak. Looking to the little one, naked, bleeding, strewn in all directions. He tilts his head and squints at her. A small Sparrow, Fallen from its nest, not yet ready to fly. He looked down. And this, the snake, come to kill it when it was most vulnerable. He groweled, and turned him over. [ok, this might go over the edge, if you dont like it i will fix it] He He plunged four clawed fingers into the mans gut, puling out with them a string of intestines. He leaned down and cradeled the mans head, pulling his head up so he could see.
He wound the pale chords gently thru his fingers, smiling first to the guts then the man.
"This, this is the only thing i like about you. If you dont quite remember, because i know pain and bloodloss can affect ones feeble human memory, these are your guts, they belong inside of you. But now they are mine, all mine. Would you like to touch them? They are quite nice, like worms, mayhaps i will feed them to my sparrow..."
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 15, 2011 8:46:36 GMT -5
Johnny began laughing hysterically. The pain he was feeling was numbing and he laughed as the creature played with his innards. "Oh god, rub them all over me. Please." He begged the grin stretching across his face. It was disturbing how easily he found him self amused that he could play with his innards. he reached his hand down into the mess of intestines and dug in pulling out some more. He couldn't stop laughing. This was hilarious to him. He laughed and laughed and rubbed himself with his blood and insides. Even pulling some up and biting into them.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Aldrid ignored the scene behind him as he kneeled over the not breathing Genevieve. He remembered when he was in school, the demonstration that the paramedic had given on CPR, and got right to it. He started with landmarking the lower part of her ribs, finding the piece you dont want to break, then placed his hand in the apropriate place, and began pumping her still heart with a steady and powerful rhythm. One and two and three and four. He counted like this to thirty, then placed his face close to her lips to feel for any breathing, and checking her pulse. Feeling no signs, He tilted her head back carefully, one hand under her chin, the other plugging her nose, and blew a large powerful breath into her, watching her lungs inflate as he did so from his breath. He felt for her vitals again, and began the pattern once more. "Damn it, Genevieve, dont die on me now!" he whispered, the tears leaking from his eyes. The ring felt heavy around his neck, as it bounced against his bare skin to the steady rhythm of pumping her heart. He knew that if she died, he wouldnt live for much longer. Aldrid couldnt lose another one. He loved her, more than he had ever loved anyone. He was too stubborn to quit, he had to keep trying. The tears spilling over, and ran down his face dotted her bare chest, as he continued. "P-please Genevieve, not you too." He gasped a bit for air, overwhelmed with panic that she was dead. The only thing that seemed real to him was the cool metal of the ring on his chest, and the steady counting. He saw nothing else but his hands moving up and down, trying to force life back into the woman that he couldnt live without.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 15, 2011 15:10:11 GMT -5
She was standing in the light. Not an intense overwhelming light. But a soft soothing light. And her brother Corey was before her. "Jen, I know you miss us. But we're okay. You're such a worry wart." He said placing his hands on her cheeks and gently kissing her forehead. She jolted standing before him. Feeling the wind rush from her. She shut her eyes tightly trying to regain her balance as she stumbled and fell. She opened her eyes, sharp contrast to her blue lips. The pain hit her like a freight train. Her leg was contorted in an odd direction and she could feel its uselessness. She tried to gasp but the air was forced from her. She jerked away from the weight on her chest suddenly aware that this was reality. The movement of her body sent pain shooting up her spin over loading her brain. She groaned in agony. Her eyes focused and re focused. She thought she was having a nightmare, she saw what she thought was Aldrid's innards being removed by Percival. "Aldrid..." she whispered her lips dry. Her hand reached up slowly and she tried grabbing something that wasn't there. "run..." and her body could no longer function through the pain. She laid with her eyes open starring up at the dancing trees the whole world spinning, dancing just for her. She had never felt so numb, so far from thought. She felt a change in her. Not a genetic change, but the kind of change a person has after a near death experience. She was no longer Genevieve Locklie. When she would finally heal from what ever ailed her. She would become a ruthless killer. Her trust in people was gone. The only person she could trust... was herself... And as she laid there staring up at the leaves moving in the trees above her, the flowers dancing next to her. She cried for the last time. Silent tears.
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Post by adminarot3p on Sept 15, 2011 15:31:07 GMT -5
He watched in silence as the human aided in its own demise. He was not surprised, only a human would be that stupid. He laid the lengths he was holding on the mans face, and probed deeper inside of him. He pulled out more intestines, found a kidney, and ripped it from the thin suspension of its vein, and shoved it into his mouth. He smiled, face bloody.
" Lets have a picnic, you and i. We can be best friends." He smiled, blood dripping from between bone white teeth. He finished the kidney and yanked the hole bigger, hearing the tearing of his abdominal muscles. He rummaged around and found the stomach, and upon it the liver. He tugged it out as one would a sock in a closed drawer. He began to eat it, waiting for the man to bleed out, so he could carry him up a tree and stuff him in a crotch to tenderize. He turned back to the man, finishing the organ.
" Actually, you can have the rest, im full for now." He left what remained of the man and walked over to his two humans. Seeing that the male had hurt her, Little Sparrow, he groweled, sounding devilish as it gurgeled thru the still running blood.
" You, you hurt her. Why? I know you are attatched to her, i smell it while you watch her sleep, while she speaks to you. You humans are all alike, killing everything you love, everything. Back away from her, before you kill her with your stupidity, or i kill you for yours." He groweled this, raising a hand still dripping with blood. It could, when wrapped into a fist, smash his face to pulp, but he raised it warningly. One of his assets was in peril, and if he wanted to keep the advantage he had, he had to act now.
Finding Genevieve alive, he sighed in relief and looked over his shoulder at the bloody Percival threatening him. He didnt understand what he meant, then looked down at Genevieve, then back to Percival. "W-wait! no Im not hurting her! I was restarting her h-heart!" he was hysterical, he wasnt afraid if this beast was threatening him, he was too relieved she was alive. "See? she's alive! her heart had stopped and I did what we humans do to save them, I had to pump her heart and give her air. I gave her the "kiss of life" as we sometimes call it." He hoped Percival had some idea of what he was speaking of. Aldrid held his hands out to either side of him, showing Percival that he was not armed, or attempting to hurt her. "P-percival, please," He whispered softly. Aldrid forgot what he was pleading for. His life? this creatures awareness of his actions? It didn't matter, the tears were running down his face again, and he couldnt help but feel young, feel like his true age instead of someone who had to let go of those naiivities and embrace the hard world as it is.
Post by Genevieve Locklie on Sept 15, 2011 15:53:17 GMT -5
"Percival." Her hand said touching his cheek gently. "I'm okay. Calm down. If you hurt Aldrid I will be very mad. I love Aldrid" she blurted half conscious as to what was going on. She slowly sat up gripping Aldrid's arm for support. "We're a team. You two need to get along or no one is going to survive this mess, not even me. Quit your bickering and act like damn Adults." She had moved both her hands to her right leg. Seeing it was clearly out of place she lifted the dead weight into an appropriate position for a leg to be in, unlike the position it had been in. Lucky for her Adrenaline was still coursing through her veins and her pain was bearable. She lifted both of her fists and struck down on her hip. She cried out in pain before clenching her teeth together and striking her hip again. With a loud thud it hesitated at the socket before it completely popped back in. No more bull shit. She thought to herself. She sat in the tall grass naked with her man and her "pet" creature within her space. "Now both of you help me to my feet. We have to feed ourselves."
"My mother always said to wait at least Five years before trying a new drug in case they found that it had bad side effects..."
Post by adminarot3p on Sept 15, 2011 16:08:01 GMT -5
He ignored the little one words, and continued to stare down the male human. He, if he was going to be a problem then he would have to be dealt with. He snapped threateningly at the male, throwing some of the dead mans half coagulated blood onto various parts of his face. He turned to the woundling, growling.
"Where in the hell do you get the balls to talk so to me? Are they his? Is that why he cries so easily?" He was totally serious, if even a little grim. " You are not moving unless you can do it yourself. You," He looked to Aldrid "are going to the city, in which you move so confidently." he mocked him with the last word. " You are going to go get medical supplies, and whatever else. I will watch over her, and NOT hurt her." He spoke with finality, and the way in which he stared at Aldrid brooked no argument.