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Post by Kitty on Jan 1, 2009 21:45:01 GMT -5
He was in a rather good mood even if Finistris was off doing who knows what, he wasn't all that nervous about the man leaving his sight anymore, not after earlier. He'd always be a little paranoid, but right now he just wanted to enjoy the night air in this new form, the night air... and a cigarette of course. Now that would just be an excellent topper for a great night.
He'd had to shift to biped and back again to fix his clothes, he didn't exactly like to look like he'd been mauled to anyone but the person who'd done it, but he had kept the scratches and bitemarks, they were nice little... mementos. He fumbled around in his pocket and found what he needed and lit the smoke before going for a little walk. This part of town didn't bother him in the least and perhaps that made him a little over confident but, really, he knew most of the creepers in the area from either past deals or chance meetings ... and he had a lovely little reputation built up over the years. Apparently Lowlanders didn't last as long as he had in this business... nor did they achieve the things he had.
He lifted up his hand and took a drag, exhaled and then watch the smoke drift off and disappear into the night. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 1, 2009 22:14:11 GMT -5
Vesper must not have been out that long. Long enough for the strange feline that had, if she could believe him, both saved her life and stolen her eyes. The rat let out a sound between a gasp and a sob mixed with a great deal of pain and agony.
Did she even want to be alive?
The rat-mix felt her stomach heave in agony and, for a moment, she had to keep from spilling what little stomach contents she had onto the pavement. It worked... until she tried to stand up. The moment she reached her wobbly paws, the pain rushed to her head and the partial Lowlander was struck by a wave of vertigo. There was nothing to puke up but alcohol and bile, and once that was gone she found herself dry heaving into the gutter.
"Bloody... fucking... wanker!" The rat cursed between heaves and sobs.
He should have left her dead!
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Post by Kitty on Jan 1, 2009 22:39:53 GMT -5
He had easily ignored the scream earlier, it was off in the distance and, really, whomever it belonged to deserved whatever they were getting, but he couldn't ignore the sobbing, heaving and cursing that was rather close now. He wrinkled up his nose a bit, a look that was a cross between mild intrigue and suspicion crossed his features. This of course didn't keep him from walking his original path, he was a little curious after all and maybe, just maybe he'd run across something that someone else didn't finish off. Not quite as fun as doing the whole job yourself, but hell... it was something.
He took another drag and continued forward and it wasn't long before he nearly tripped over the little half rodent ... and that's when he finally caught the familiar scent of blood, dried and fresh, over the vomit. This form had ... a bloody awful sense of smell, didn't it?
He peered down and arched a brow, resisting the urge to kick the ugly little thing ... he'd let it notice him first.
He took one more drag and grinned, allowing his disgusting looking yellow teeth show, the bucktooth still there... just not as prominent as in his other forms.
What the fuck are you doing out here? |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 1, 2009 23:51:40 GMT -5
Vesper had just managed to control her heaves when, to her horror and surprise, a voice sounded nearby nearly causing her to stumble into her pile of vomit.
Ugh. Her stomach rolled again and the half-blinded rat was forced to stumble to the side. "What... WHAT THE FUCK DOES IT LOOK LIKE?" Puking in a gutter, dying. Both were obvious, and most people would've just left her to rot. Why the hell did this random fuck off care?
She looked up, having to swivel her gaze around until he entered the field of vision remaining in her right eye. The sight of a human was startling, enough to momentarily bring a flash of confusion to her features. He wasn't very handsome, scruffy and a little... sallow. Not like she pictured most humans to be. The rat-mix sneered, baring her buckteeth in frustration.
What was he doing? Was he there to laugh at her? To kick her down when she was already at her lowest? ...To finish her off? Finally?
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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 0:15:33 GMT -5
The grin on his face only broadened when the ugly little thing decided to yell at him, spunky little thing wasn't she? He bent down a bit, he really wasn't very tall so it wasn't a big dip, and reached out to try and grab her by the scruff of her neck. He got her rather easily and gripped the little bit of extra skin there roughly, dull nails probably digging at the skin under her fur.
He stood back up, bringing the little half rat with him so he could lift her up and get a proper look at her in the moonlight. The lowlander in her was rather prominent but there was something else there... yellow? Morganberry maybe? He couldn't imagine a yarrow coming anywhere near a lowlander. He said nothing for awhile as he inspected her, he really should just finish her off, she'd be much happier without living any longer.... all Lowlanders were happier off dead. Well, not all of them ... he had Finistris now, he didn't mind living.
There was something about that angry rat face and those ugly buck teeth though that made him hesitate and feel just a little awkward on the inside... did he.. .feel sorry for her? Maybe he was just in a better mood then he thought....
He voice held the slightest bit of amusement to it and he had no ill reaction to her rot... hell the patch across his nose would probably be rather visible to her at this angle...
My, aren't you just the ugliest little thing! What the he;; is a half-pint doing out here without it's mommy?
Ok ... so the by the end of that statement he was officially teasing her... |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 1:41:54 GMT -5
Vesper flailed in horror for a moment, hissing and snapping her jaws to no avail.
What was he doing!?! Bastard! Fucking, shit-faced ... Her anger tapered abruptly as she caught sight of a familiar patch of ickor over his nose. Rot? ... And the moonlight combined with the improved angle almost managed to highlight the familiar brown swirl-accented hue of his hair. Well... That was unexpected. A Lowlander ...Human? She hadn't met many Lowlanders in her short time and definitely not one in human form.
For a moment Vesper was quietly impressed, impressed enough to stop flailing and gnashing her teeth for a couple of moments.
Until he teased her, at least.
Instantly the adolescent fury was back and she was flailing again, destroying the last of her energy in a useless pursuit of escape. "You're one to talk!" Usually she would've said something ugly, remarked on his nose rot or something of the like, but she couldn't bring herself to say it... To risk having his own attention directed to her leg. Instead she trailed off into a frustrated hiss. "I can take care of myself!"
Well, for the most part.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 2:29:06 GMT -5
For whatever reason, she stopped flailing for a bit. He wasn't sure why but it let him get a better look at her. She wasn't all rat was she? Those front legs just weren't right, especially not the paws ... canine? He also caught sight of her patch of rot, all the way to the bone, huh? He'd seen worse, much worse, but that was one of the perks of living in the Lowlands, someplace this little brat had probably never been. She was missing an eye too, but the blood and... other fluids on her face suggested that this wasn't due o her heritage ... odd that someone would go to all the trouble of taking out one of her eyes and beat her as bad as they had and not finish the stupid thing off.
And then she went back to flailing and snapping at him and he tightened his grip, holing onto her scruff hard enough to turn his knuckles white and probably dig his nail into her skin. She was getting on his nerves a bit, but he couldn't be to angry at something with a face like that ... is that what he'd looked like when he was her age? It was hard to recall things from that long ago ...
Really now? I wasn't aware of the fact that people who could take care of themselves took to laying in a gutter amongst their own blood and vomit, wouldn't be surprised if you pissed yourself before whatever got you left.
This was actually kind of fun ... teasing something that couldn't do a damn thing about it that still insisted on taking offense and trying to counter. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 2:43:12 GMT -5
Vesper wanted to bite him. Badly.
How dare he mock her! How dare he mock her while she was sick and hurt and half blind! Maybe later, maybe once she'd regained some of her fucking dignity, but not now!
"Oh stuff it!" She hissed, scowling as she finally gave up her squirming. The press of his fingers into the nape of her neck was just making everything so unbearably worse. "So what, old man, do you get your jollies off of tormenting fucked up little girls?" If Vesper had anything left in her stomach, she would have returned all of this weirdo's 'generosity' by vomiting all over his pretty clothes.
As it was she simply collapsed into a brief spell of wheezing dry heaves.
Not enough to find anything more than a vile taste in her mouth, but definitely enough to remind her of just how not good she was at the moment.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 2, 2009 3:01:13 GMT -5
I used to, but I've graduated to better things.
He arched a brow as she started going into dry heaves, good... that meant she'd shut up for a little while. She'd called him an old man ... did he really look that old? His love hadn't said anything negative about this form... therefor the half pint just didn't know anything. Besides, she'd be lucky to make it to his age, not many Lowlanders, half or whole, had long lifespans. They either met a horrible end at someone else's hands... or their rot got them. Neither of those seemed... like good things to him.
He had an idea though, give this little bitch a bit of a shock. He chuckled lightly, the sound kind of... raspy and... off, it wasn't something he did often. He said nothing, but he did take the time to shift into his bipedal form, bony tail curling up into a partial loop of intrigue, his suit and rank would now be visible to her as well.
You might want to mind your manners a bit if you know what's good for you. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 2, 2009 3:18:29 GMT -5
Vesper glared through her dry heaving. One eyed and still bleeding, but she wouldn't just lay down and take his shit. Never. No matter how much people tried to kick her when she was down, she would go down fighting and take as much of them with her when she finally did give out.
His shift from human to bipedal rat caught Vesper even more off guard than the realization that he was a Lowlander human.
Yet, it wasn't his rank she was staring at... it was his teeth. He was the only rat she'd really met with such a cruel set of teeth... or, for that matter, a set so very like her own. The rat's one eye widened in surprise. Who the fuck was this bastard?
"Alright, alright! Ya made your point!" The rat writhed a bit more, glaring balefully. "Just put me down or kill me already!" Everything hurt, including the current posture he had her in. There were better ways to make a point.
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