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Vampire Bat
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Post by Sascha Stark on Sept 20, 2010 15:17:31 GMT -5
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It had been another close call - this Caseyboy, he seemed to be a beacon for trouble. After swooping in for a heroic looking but rather tiring rescue, Sascha found himself trudging tiredly along side his newfound friend. They hadn’t seen each other for weeks on end, but the Fulsi had been on his mind almost constantly - his life was a lonely one, for the most part he kept to himself, avoiding getting close to people to avoid rejection. He’d already found that in the arms of Eris - or, rather, against the tip of her blade. A soft sigh escaped his lips, and he ran a hand across his scruffy jaw, contemplating. “Why you attacking Carna like dat? Hey?” He said at last, touching Casey’s shoulder briefly. “Where is...ah...Damian?” His pale green eyes were wide with concern, as he bit his lip, one long fang protruding on the soft, pink flesh.
“I think he saw...” Sascha glanced away, clearing his throat, but he pressed his finger tips gently to his own lips, a soft blush rising to his cheeks at the thought of the kiss. It had been so strange - kissing a man he hardly knew. But between them, he had felt something - a connection, something he had felt rarely before with another. He got to thinking on how it would’ve been if he hadn’t have found Casey fighting that Carna woman with the nice bobs, however crazy she looked with the axe poised to hurt his friend. Sascha imagined Casey could’ve made it out okay, he just needed a little help. It happened to Sascha a lot, actually - he was no fighter, and often found himself in situations in which death seemed a stones throw away. Is luck, he supposed, but the image of Casey’s body sprawled on the Carna docks, blood pooling beneath him...
Sascha gasped and pulled to a stop, drawing Casey into a fierce, almost smothering hug. “I am glad you are safe. With me. Yes, yes, safee we are together.” He murmured into his friend's dark auburn hair, before pulling away and cheerfully kissing him on both cheeks, a hearty laugh rumbling in his chest. Sascha held Casey’s face in between his hands, eyes trailing to his lips again - he was sorely tempted.
But he just smiled and patted his friend’s cheek, turning promptly on heel and straight into an iron clad fist. Sascha saw nothing but stars, and the next thing he knew he was on the ground - a familiar place - and was staring into the dull sheen of a scuffed pair of boots. He grunted, eyes squinting past the blood that trickled down from his temple, into the fierce, black eyes of...Oh, God. God.
“Misha...” Sascha managed a hoarse whisper, limp fingers balling into a feeble fist, and as he tried to rise a savage kick to the chest sent him down with a pained gasp, a sick crack ringing through the air. “Casey, go...” Sascha cried out desperately as his brother planted his boot firmly on his broken rib and pressed. The pain ripped through his body and his back arched as he bucked in attempts to rid himself of the pressure, but his brother’s press was firm and strong, a cold laugh grumbling from his chest - a slick, wet laugh that seemed diseased.
“Te rog, nu. Misha...de ce...de ce faci asta?” Please, no. Misha...why...why do you do this? His voice crack, his voice a feeble whisper he squinted into the dark face of his brother, the edges of his vision blurring to the familiar black. “No...”
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Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
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Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Nov 4, 2010 19:37:23 GMT -5
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Once again, Sascha had saved Casey’s life. The Fulsi shuffled along beside the anthro, eyes trained to the floor. Shame coursed through himm as he realized that this time, Sascha had needed to save him from himself even more than from Lovely. Casey knew he’d been ready to die. He rushed into the Carna ready to take out as many members of the other ring as he could, knowing that it was suicidal. But his fight with Damian had left him hurt and broken, and he almost felt like he was back in New York, helpless prey to his father’s rage. Damian’s words made him feel just as worthless, and after leaving the Ring, Casey was struggling to find any hope to go on. Perhaps his only reason for sticking around was the kindly bat anthro that had saved him in more ways than one.
‘Why you attacking Carna like dat? Hey?’ Sascha asked.
Casey grimaced as he then asked where Damian was. “Err… He did kinda see,” Casey responded quietly. “We’re not really together anymor--!”He gasped as Sascha pulled him into an unexpected embrace, almost crushing; for some reason though, Casey felt a thousand times better. He flung his arms around Sascha’s strong body and pressed himself close, cherishing the closeness. Sascha took his face in his hands, and Casey stared back, his own eyes finding Sascha’s full lips. Casey nibbled nervously on his own, but it was then that Sascha pulled away, breaking the line of intense energy that seemed to pulse between them whenever they were together.
Casey exhaled softly, his limbs tingling from just those few seconds. They had chemistry, no doubt, but even more, Casey had genuinely come to care for Sascha. He wondered now how only a half hour ago, Casey had been prepared to die. Now Casey felt like he could go on again.
He was unceremoniously snapped back to reality as a huge, hulking form appeared, and struck Sascha down. “Sascha!” Casey cried, gasping and flying to his side. “No!” He screamed as the man, Misha as he heard Sascha calling him, began to press down on the anthro’s chest with his heavy boot.
“Leave him alone!” Casey demanded. This man didn’t seem the type to take orders so kindly though , so he fluidly shifted into his auburn-furred wolf form. He let out a fierce snarl and lunged at Misha, digging his fangs into the man’s thick leg. Casey tore into him then, viciously shaking his massive canine head, his razor-sharp teeth slicing through flesh. Blood poured into his mouth and dribbled down his jaws, but Casey didn’t care. He wasn’t going to lose Sascha! Casey had only just realized that the man had become his only reason to go on living, and he wasn’t about to lose his last flicker of hope. He would save his friend.
ooc: Go, Casey, go! D8 SAVE TEH SASCHAAA. <3
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Post by misha on Nov 5, 2010 11:42:13 GMT -5
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Yes. It had taken him considerable time to locate his pathetic excuse for a brother. But he had found him - and now, now it was time for him to pay at last for what he had done. To sell out his family - to bring them down, in such a way! Misha growled under his breath at Sascha's age old pleas, the same old song and dance. His lip curled in disgust, black eyes narrowed in contempt as he observed the leathery wings sprouting from his back and those sharp, protruding fangs. Pathetic, foul creature. "You are even more disgusting now," Misha said, spitting on his brother's crumbled form, laughng harshly at his futile attempts. "You always so weak."
Misha hadn't paid much attention to the smaller man - he seemed no immediate threat. With a contemptuous snort Misha shoved him roughly away from his brother's side with a foot. "This is family business," He said, brows lifting in surprise when the man shifted in a small red wolf. He laughed at the Shifter's threat, the laugh catching in his chest like some slick, wet cough. "You are a woof, eh? Sascha did not tell you?" He pressed his boot harder into his brother's chest, eliciting a pained yelp from Sascha. "He hates woofs."
He was about to say more when he felt the sharp teeth dig into his leg - Misha cursed and kicked at the wolf with his other leg as his jagged fangs tore through his jeans and pierced the flesh beneath with ease. Pain ripped up his leg, but Misha promptly shoved it aside. "Not smart, smallish woof." He growled, gritting his teeth and grabbing hold of Casey's scruff he landed a series of savage blows to his head, face and muzzle, blood coursing from the jaws clamped about his leg. Soon, he mused grimly, their blood would be mixed. Satisfaction came as the last of his blows rained down and he heard a sharp yelp, taking the opportunity to yank his leg from Casey's jaws and instantaneously shifting into a hulking, black mass of muscle and fur.
"How you say - I am big bad woof," he said, his black muzzle twisted into a crooked grin. He laughed to himself - this kid stood no chance. He was taller and had strength and size on his side. It would be over quickly. His smile lengthened, muscles tensing in his haunches as he let rip a vicious snarl, lunging at Casey, jaws seeking the tender flesh of his throat.
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Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
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INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Nov 5, 2010 12:21:42 GMT -5
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Casey held on as best his could as the massive man slammed his huge fists into his skull, but in reality, every blow turned his vision momentarily to darkness and left his head spinning when he finally returned to the light. The last punch was his breaking point though, and he let out a pained yelp. That was enough for the man to slip his leg from Casey’s bloodstained jaws. Misha shifted into perhaps the largest wolf Casey had ever seen; that was saying something too, since his family has consisted of fairly large wolf shifters. He himself was no small wolf, but this one… This hulking black beast dwarfed him in size.
Casey growled as best he could, but his head had begun to pound from Misha’s blows, and he gritted his teeth in an attempt to control himself. Not many other shifters knew of his disorder, the epilepsy he suffered from all of the years of his father’s abuse. The seizures were often brought on by traumatic head injuries, like his father’s boot smashing into his face, or Misha’s enormous fists in this instance. Casey had always trained with his speed to avoid such attacks to the head, not wanting to show weakness in his ring or in front of Damian; He doubted that even the Beta knew.
The wolf’s limbs began to quiver, and Casey found the world moving in slow-motion. ‘Don’t, don’t!’ He begged himself. If he seized now, Misha would kill both him and Sascha for sure. How anticlimactic it would be, Casey thought, to die at the jaws of some wolf he’d never met, who probably wouldn’t have done him any harm if he hadn’t stuck up for Sascha. ‘C’mon, fight through it!’
Casey looked up drowsily, just in time to see the huge black wolf leaping for him. The auburn wolf turned to the side to dash away, but his legs gave in and Misha collided with his side, a loud thud sounding as their bodies met. Casey yelped, the wind knocked out of him, but the collision had also lifted the veil of sluggish fog that had closed around his mind. He could see clearly again, and snarling, twisted around beneath the larger wolf. Casey kicked his back paws up at Misha’s stomach, fiercely raking his claws along his vulnerable belly, digging into the flesh there.
“Get offa me!” He growled, snapping his jaws at Misha’s face and thickly-furred neck. It was no use fighting like this, Casey began to realize , when Sascha’s brother was so ginormous. Impossible odds or not though, Casey knew that he couldn’t give up on Sascha, and he certainly couldn’t give up on himself. He’d been ready to die in the Carna, so this fight would be no different. He’d fight to his last breath if it only meant Sascha would live. “I don’t care how big and bad you are,” Casey snarled lowly, so only the other wolf could hear him. “You hurt Sascha and I’ll kill you, even if it’s the last thing I do!”
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Post by misha on Nov 5, 2010 14:06:49 GMT -5
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Misha grunted as he slammed into the wolf’s side, breath knocked out for a second, but he took the wolf’s momentary lapse of balance and focus and pinned him to the ground, teeth gnashing just inches from his face, but he Misha hadn’t expected the smaller Shifter to fight back so ferociously, so he was taken by surprise when he felt blunt claws tearing along his underbelly, snarling as the pain lanced through his underside and blood splattered from the long gouges.
He gritted his teeth against the pain and lunged down to snap at Casey’s neck again but pulled away sharply as Casey met him full on. Misha jerked his head to the side, but he wasn’t quick enough, and Casey ended up with a thick tuft of his cheek fur locked in his jaws. Misha grunted and pulled away sharply, surging upward on his hind paws so that his fur was yanked from its roots and he was left with a bloody bare patch of flesh on the right side of his face. He came away from Casey’s grappling hold and struggled to keep his balance, hind leg throbbing dangerously as blood coursed in thick rivulets from the bite wound. He faltered slightly, blood splattering the pavement below in thick, dribbling splotches from his underbelly.
Flanks heaving, Misha felt a bubble of laughter rise in his chest, and he let it slip out in it’s slick, rasping tones. Mockingly, he circled the red wolf, lips curled back in disgust. "Do not make me laugh." He snarled derisively as he circled Casey, His limp was prominent, but Misha made it known that he could still move solidly and deftly even with such a wound, though inwardly his body was screaming in agony. But his father had taught him never to show a sign of weakness - so his face remained a cold mask of mockery amidst the flickering fury of fight in his eyes. Black eyes landed on Sascha’s body, laying half-unconscious in a daze of pain and fear.
Misha laughed and bounded over to him, planting a paw on his chest, leaning down and wrapping his jaws around Sascha’s neck, digging his sharp, jagged teeth into his brother’s throat. He felt the warm blood spurt around his fangs and ooze into his mouth, Sascha’s scream reverberating down his own throat as he latched on even through Sascha’s agonized writhing, his hands clawing at Misha’s face in desperation. But Misha kept his eye on Casey, watching with a devilish glint.
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Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
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INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Nov 5, 2010 14:35:47 GMT -5
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“No, Sascha!” He howled, watching as Misha’s deadly jaws wrapped around Sascha’s neck. Casey couldn’t help but realize how lifeless Sascha looked in his grasp, his screams as Misha dug his fangs into his throat the only evidence that he was still alive… for now. ‘No, no! This can’t be happening!’ Casey’s mind raced, and his paws took off without his permission, recklessly running at Misha. “Stop! Stop it!” He screamed, though he knew he would only be mocked for it. Casey couldn’t just stand there and watch Sascha die!
Just as he reached the other wolf, he shifted fluidly back into his human form, hoping to catch Misha by surprise. It was his only chance, and he wasn’t going to let it slip away. As quickly as he could, Casey dug into his pockets for his pair of push knives. He flicked the blades out of the handles with practiced ease and gripped them tight. They were almost like extensions of his arms at this point, and Casey was hopeful that he’d finally get the upper hand on the monstrous wolf.
“I said leave him alone!” He roared at the beast, aiming a bladed punch at the creature’s face.
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Post by misha on Nov 5, 2010 14:53:04 GMT -5
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His planned worked perfectly, and the instant Casey surged forward Misha released his grip on Sascha’s throat and crouched low, waiting for the wolf to draw nearer - but he saw Casey’s muscles tense and sensed he was going to shift an instant before he did, and Misha grinned contemptuously and met Casey, man to man, using his height over the shorter man to his advantage. He saw the hand darting toward him in a bladed punch and Misha narrowly dodged, the blade skimming along his cheek in a graze. Narrowing his eyes he grabbed Casey’s arm before he could pull it back and jerked him forward so they were nearly touching, holding the wolf shifter’s other arm to his side, grinning a vicious, mocking grin into the man’s bloodied and beaten face.
“Too slow, woof.” He said, laughing, gripping Casey’s left arm around the wrist, stretching it backwards so he would be forced to drop the blade. Misha could feel Casey struggling, but he was small and weak - pathetic. Nothing compared to his thick, bulging biceps that rippled with sinew and strength, easily overpowering Casey’s useless struggles. After a few moments of struggling, he heard the blade clatter to the ground and Misha shoved Casey away roughly, swinging another fist at his face and landing a glancing blow before stooping to fetch the blade. It took him a moment to figure out the new weapon but he flicked the push-blade and made it into a proper looking knife. Casey had recovered, and Misha darted forward, swinging his blade in a fierce upward stab, aiming for the man’s guts.
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Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
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INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Nov 5, 2010 15:23:34 GMT -5
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Casey gasped as a giant hand wrapped around his wrist, crushingly tight. As if he were only a rag doll, Misha yanked him forward so that they were face-to-face, and Casey felt his heart drop into his stomach. No! He’d failed... How could he have let this happen? Silent tears rolled down Casey’s cheeks as Misha twisted his hand backwards, forcing him to drop one of his knives. The salty liquid seeped into the multiple gashes on his face, opened by Misha’s steel-laced gloves and pummeling blows, stinging them.
Casey was snapped away from the realization by another punch to the face, and he was sent sprawling onto the hard asphalt. More scrapes appeared on his side, where the impact tore a hole in his shirt and the rough street dug into his pale flesh. Casey quickly pulled himself to his feet, in time to see Misha picking up his push knife from the ground. Oh,god, no! He felt defeated, especially as he glanced over to see Sascha, still lying motionless on the floor.
Green eyes turned lazily back to Misha, a sense of worthlessness washing over him. He’d lost, he knew it! What else was there to do? The man was three times his size at least. Casey didn’t bother to back away as Misha lunged forward. In a last ditch effort to save Sascha, Casey flicked the blade of his push knife to the side, so that it looked like a regular knife. He stabbed it at Misha’s throat once he was close enough, closing his eyes as he prepared for the impact.
Casey slowly opened his eyes as he realized that warm, sticky liquid was leaking onto his hand, and he looked up to see the blade protruding from the man’s thick neck. Blood spurted wildly from the wound, and a flicker of hope ignited in Casey’s chest… until his body began to register the searing pain in his stomach. “O-oh, goddd,” Casey gasped, finding that the blade Misha had stolen was buried in his flesh, and blood was rapidly seeping through his shirt.
Casey stumbled backwards, ripping the blade from his abdomen, causing the wound to gush uncontrollably. He let out an agonized scream and his legs began to shake from weariness. After only a few steps towards Sascha, they gave in and Casey landed on the rough asphalt next to him. “I-I’m sorry, S-Sascha,” He whispered, reaching out shakily to grasp the anthro’s hand. “I…tried to save you.” Casey sighed softly and gripped Sascha’s hand as tightly as he could, waiting for unconsciousness, and eventually death, to take him into eternal darkness. If he had to die this way, he only wished he could have saved Sascha from his brother.
Ooc: DDDD8 omg. </3
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Post by Sascha Stark on Nov 5, 2010 15:50:45 GMT -5
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He couldn’t see much - just the cold, grey skies hanging dismally above, a flat expanse of colorless, cloudless sky. HE could hear them fighting - Casey and his brother. Could feel the ground tremble with their steps, feel the spray of blood from their wounds. His screams had lanced the sky as Misha had dug his teeth into his neck - but it wasn’t bad. The wound itself was shallow, he thought to himself, laying perfectly still. He could feel the blood pulsing from the wound, but his magic kicked in - the magic he’d gotten from Casey. The wound slowly, surely, began to close as he lay still and concentrated his thoughts and magics on it, till there was nothing but the slick blood and a few shallow indentations. Thank goodness for his magic!
His thoughts instantly went to Casey and he turned his head just in time to see the last seconds of the fight. Sascha let out a strangled cry as Casey drove his blade straight into Misha’s neck, and though Misha’s back was turned to him he could see the spray of blood as it gushed from the wound. “Misha!” Sascha called, though his voice was drowned out by Misha’s dying breaths, which wheezed loud and died out in a soft gurgle. His brother was dead. Dead. Dead. Tears pricked in his eyes and he felt a deep sadness tug at his heart - he couldn’t believe it. He was...gone.
And the one...who had killed him. Casey. In his shock, he hadn’t noticed his dearest friend stumble and fall at his side, but he snapped back to reality when Casey’s hand gripped his tightly. Sascha rolled onto his side and kneeled next to Casey, frantic thoughts scattering in a thousand different directions. Casey was a wolf. A wolf. His hands trembled in fear as he grabbed his hand off and on, unsure on whether he could stand the terror that surged through his veins. He was a wolf. A woolf. A wolf who had killed his brother. No. This was Casey, the truest friend he had ever had - a friend that he had come to love, in such a short time. He pressed down the fear and looked over Casey’s beaten, bruised body, gasping when his eyes caught upon the quickly spreading stain of blood. “No, no, no . . . noooo...” he whined, his face strained with a mixture of fear and deep, deep sadness.
“I-I’m sorry, S-Sascha, I tried to save you,”
“Casey!” He cried desperately as he saw his friend pass out. Sascha suddenly tore at the hole in his friend’s shirt the knife had cut, to expose the wound that continued to gush blood. Sascha gagged, a wave of nausea hitting him as the blood quickly saturated his hands, but he couldn’t let Casey die. Not after all he’d been through for him, not after he’d saved him! He pressed his hands on the stab wound and surged all his strength and energy into his friend, unknowingly aided by Casey’s own healing. His energy reserves gone he pulled his hands away with a heavy sigh of relief saw that the blood had stopped flowing so profusely and was now a small, thin scab. Sascha leaned over his friend and pulled him into his lap, patting his cheek with a bloodied hand. “Casey, waking up now!” When he got no answer he pressed his lips eagerly to Casey’s, in some desperate hope that his kiss would wake him, like some fairytale story. “Caseyy,” he whined, cradling his smaller friend close, his bare chest bloodstained and dirty as he held him close, praying for him to be alright. “Te rog, Casey, wake up. Please.”
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Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
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INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Nov 23, 2010 17:37:48 GMT -5
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The monstrous black wolf towered over him, black eyes glinting in the world of darkness. Everything was shadow, and Casey found himself stumbling blindly through it. His heart raced in his chest, and no matter which way he turned, Misha would appear, rising out of the shadows as if he moved fluidly through them. There was no escaping him! Casey gasped and turned to run the other way, but Misha the man blocked his path this time, letting out a sickly wet laugh that reverberated throughout the space, although there were no walls to be seen.
“Too slow, woof,” the deep voice growled, and an enormous hand closed around Casey’s throat. He felt his heart race uncontrollably now, but Misha only laughed again. “Sascha did not tell you? He hates woofs,” he mocked, and Casey felt his heart drop into his stomach. If Sascha hated him too, Casey didn’t know what he’d have left…
Just as Misha’s grip began to tighten on his throat, the man let out an agonized roar and his image shattered and disappeared. Casey gasped for air, and was ripped up through the dark layers of his unconscious into the blindingly bright world of the living.
Casey’s eyes opened in time to see Sascha pulling away from what he realized was a kiss, thanks to the tingling that still lingered on his lips. “S-sascha,” Casey whispered happily, lifting a hand to gently stroke Sascha’s scruffy cheek. He’d been healed, Casey realized, and he felt a lot better than he thought he would. Still, something was nagging at the back of his mind… Misha!
He turned his head to the side, and saw Misha’s unmoving body lying on the asphalt in a pool of blood. Casey stared for a few moments, feeling sicker and sicker by the second. “O-oh god… No, I didn’t!” He turned to look back up at Sascha, tears welling in his eyes. Casey’s brows furrowed in anguish and disbelief, and for a moment he thought that he might even throw up. In his nineteen years, Casey had never killed anyone… Even in the Menagerie, he’d gone to great lengths to make sure that he never had to take a life. The thought that he’d just killed Sascha’s brother made him want to die himself.
“I didn’t…did I? Oh god, Sascha, I’m so sorry!” Casey cried, his voice falling to a whimper. He didn’t want to be a murderer! How had things gotten this bad? A wave of suffocating guilt engulfed him, and he was unable to meet Sascha’s gaze any longer. How could Sascha possibly forgive him now? Casey would hate someone if they killed his brother.
“I just couldn’t let him kill you,” He added, though he doubted it would make any difference. I love you, Sascha! Casey’s mind screamed, begging him to tell the bat anthro, but he knew it would only confuse his emotions even more, or even drive him away for good.
Ooc: awww, Casey. 8’D –snugs- You so cute, you little MURDERERRRRR. <3
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Post by Sascha Stark on Nov 27, 2010 5:27:28 GMT -5
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Sascha stared down at Casey in disbelief as he sputtered back to life, and a wave of relief washed over him. But as soon as it had gone, the gnawing fear returned with a vengeance. Casey suddenly felt like fire to his touch and he pulled away, green eyes ignited with a stone cold terror as he was overwhelmed with visions of wolves and blood and fangs. Everywhere, there was blood - on his fur! His fur was red, red...so damnably red! Sascha scrambled a couple of feet from the man he'd moment's ago begged not to die. How ... how could this have happened?
Sascha looked to Misha's stilled form, a quickly spreading pool of blood ringed like a halo about him. Sascha almost laughed at the sick twist of irony there - Misha had been no angel. But deep down Sascha had always felt for him. He was his brother, after all. "He was...my brother." Tears spilled down his scruffy cheeks and he didn't attempt to hide them. "You...you are woof. Like...them. Him. Killer." Sascha didn't realize he was speaking out loud, otherwise he never would have said such cruel things. He looked to Casey again, his heart wrenching in two. "He was nice brother...the good one." Sascha wrapped his arms around himself, feeling lost. Confused. Alone.
Casey sat just a few feet from him but he felt...afraid. Terrified. Like when Ecaterina was killed. Except...except there was no anger. Only sadness. Unbearable sadness. For Ecaterina, for Misha...for Casey. He shook his head, blinking past the tears that stung his face, looking down the blood smeared on his hands.
“I just couldn’t let him kill you,”
His breath caught in his throat at Casey's words. His pleas of forgiveness. He looked back into his friend's deep, emerald green eyes and felt his heart stop at the truths he saw there. There was no cruelty, no malice. Just remorse. And...and...Sascha bit his lip, one long fang poking out. He didn't want to name what else he thought he could see in that beautiful face...
“It...it is not...” your fault. He couldn't find the words to say it - to express what he felt. Sascha held his breath for a moment before inching back toward Casey, dragging himself on the cement till he took Casey's hand in his own and pressed it to his own heart. "Dere is life here, yes? To me, you give the life." He motioned to Misha, eyes rounded with sadness. "He...he take it away. No good." Sascha drew in a sharp breath. "You are not like Misha. Not like other woofs. You are good man. Good friend." He smiled sadly, mouth stained with his own blood from Misha's first hit. "Best friend I ever have." He ran a hand along Casey's dirt smeared and bruised cheek, wincing at the sight. "You can forgiving Sascha?"
He paused for a long while, trying to think on how to ease the guilt he saw in Casey's eyes. "Is my fault. Not yours - never yours." Sascha said this sternly, with a determined confidence and a set jaw that Casey would not deny as the utmost truth. Swallowing against the unrelenting fear still mounting - but for an entirely different reason altogether - Sascha pulled Casey into a desperate hug, crushing the man he so dearly cared for against him, kissing at the tender flesh of his neck with a gentle caress, trailing up and up till their lips met. The smell of blood was fresh in the air and the hunger for it was there - but for once, Sascha pushed it aside easily, his mind driven and focused on Casey, and Casey alone. Anything to abate the sadness he'd seen - the betrayal in those eyes! His kiss grew in fervor till he couldn't bear it any longer and broke away with haggard breath, eyes smoldering with intensity he'd seldom displayed.
"Te iubesc, Casey." He whispered, pulling him into another crushing hug. "Te iubesc." I love you.
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shapeshifter
Grey Wolf + Damselfy / Chital Deer
Haven
Founder
INVENTORY Skills Agility, Healing, Drain, Speed, Stealth
Weapons Skinning knife
Items Paint and brushes Sketchbook and charcoal pencils Outfit
pets Noodles
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Post by Casey DeLaney on Feb 15, 2011 21:36:16 GMT -5
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Casey sat up with a start as Sascha suddenly pulled away from him, his eyes alight with pure terror. “Sascha…?” Casey whimpered. Part of him was too afraid to ask what Sascha was so scared of… Deep down, Casey knew. He knew Sascha was scared of the monster he’d just become right in front of his eyes. He was a killer now! “No, Sascha… I,” Casey began, until he heard Sascha start to speak.
"He was...my brother. You...you are woof. Like...them. Him. Killer." Casey cringed and felt his eyes begin to sting as Sascha’s words sunk in. He wanted to be upset, to scream at Sascha and ask him how he could say things like that, but Casey knew he was right. He was a killer, and he was a wolf… He’d never thought about it, but maybe killing was just in his blood. Maybe the instinct had always been there, lurking in the recesses of his mind until the time called for it. But now one question still lingered: Was there any turning back?
Suddenly Casey couldn’t hold back his regret anymore, and he let out a loud sob, quickly burying his face in his bloodied, dirt-covered hands. The gravity of the situation finally hit him, and he knew he would never be the same. Sure, he would recover and be mostly normal again, but he’d taken another shifter’s life, and a Fulsi at that! Sascha’s brother… And it made Casey sick to his stomach. He knew this place was full of killers, but Casey had never pictured himself among them. Memories of long conversations with Damian leaked into his mind; they had talked about it too, about how the Menagerie had never forced them to break the sacred human law never to take a life. Now he was the outsider, one of the shifters that the Menagerie had turned into an animal. And this particular animal, Casey noted, Sascha was terrified of.
‘How can he ever be my friend now…? Or more? He’ll never forgive me.’ Casey thought, shaking his head solemnly. By the time he finally looked up, Sascha was sitting in front of him again. Casey met his gaze for a moment with teary, blood-shot green eyes, but quickly looked away as he was hit with the heavy remorse again.
And then suddenly, Sascha took his hand and placed it on his chest. Casey held his breath for a moment as Sascha began, but he listened and felt his tears begin to dry. So… he didn’t think Casey was a monster?! A spark of hope lit in Casey’s eyes and he felt a weak smile form on his lips. “Forgive you…? Of course, Sascha!” He exclaimed, and would have tackled Sascha into a hug if Sascha hadn’t pulled him into one first. “But it’s not your fault… it’s nobody’s…” Casey whispered, his sentence trailing off as Sascha distracted him with kisses. He melted into Sascha’s embrace, helpless against the anthro’s touch, until their lips finally met. The flames that ignited were even stronger than the first time they’d kissed, and Casey returned the kiss just as feverishly, his arms wrapping around Sascha’s neck and his body pressing up against the other man’s chest. In that moment he felt safe again, even… loved. But no, Casey thought as Sascha broke away from the kiss, how could Sascha love him after everything that had happened? Panting to catch his breath, Casey promised himself that he would tell Sascha how he felt. He just… needed to wait until the right time.
“Ahem,” Casey cleared his throat, his pale face flushing as he realized that they were still out in the open. “…It’ll be dark soon. Do you think…I could stay with you?”
ooc: lol, finalllyy. 8D CASEY AND SASCHA CUTENESS K.
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Anthromorph
Vampire Bat
Haven
Founder
INVENTORY Skills - Healing - Sonic - Endurance - Wallcrawling - Stealth
Items - Outfit
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Post by Sascha Stark on Mar 20, 2011 3:14:50 GMT -5
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When Casey said that he forgave him, Sascha’s face lit up. He let out a gleeful little sound, something between a gasp and a squeak as Casey leaned into his kiss which had at first been soft and tentative but soon grew feverish. It seemed to Sascha though that this time there was something more there, something more than just the spark that ignited in his chest when Casey’s lips pressed against him. There was something there that he hadn’t felt in such a long time, a fierece and dominating love that left him breathless. Then again that could’ve been Casey’s kiss, his hands wrapped around his neck. Sascha pulled away as Casey did, sighing into his hair and for once able to ignore the stench of blood thick between them, and the air. Ahem, Sascha grinned and looked around quite sheepishly, stealing another kiss before hauling himself to his feet and helping Casey up. “…It’ll be dark soon. Do you think…I could stay with you?”
"Yes! Come, come, I show you where I live now!" He said, clasping his hand with Casey’s and pulling him excitedly toward the hospital doors.
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