SHAPESHIFTER
Mackenzie Valley Wolf + Mountain Gorilla
Carna
DELTA
INVENTORY Skills Strength, Stealth, Healing, Radiation
Weapons Boot Knife, KA-Bar Tactical Knives (2), Skinning Knife, Longbow + Arrows
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Post by grey on Jul 31, 2013 23:58:02 GMT -5
Grey continued to test at the cuffs, watching sidelong as they managed to get James over the fence, even if it was a little ungraceful here and there. Well, at least the sorry bastard was safe now... but at what expense? Grey had never been particularly reckless, and now he was both shocked and embarrassed by his behavior. What had he expected? That he could get off free and go back to Fallen?
Like they would take a traitor back. Traitor. The word pierced him just as easily as the spear could have.
"Grey's with me."
Grey's eyes were on James then, uncertain. He wasn't expecting to be "claimed" either. Frankly, he hadn't known what to expect at this point in their little journey. Common sense told him that he was screwed, but just as he was coming to terms with this fact, James' voice rose, and he defended Grey with the ferocity of a tiger.
He remained quiet throughout the duration of it, his eyes occasionally wandering from James to rest on the other Carna, distrustfully, curiously. After hesitating, Carla growled low her in her throat. "You better be right, Colt. An' if you weren't half-dead, I sure as shit wouldn't be doing you a favor right now."
As it was, she approached Grey. He watched her. She watched him. But she also loosened the handcuffs and told the other Carna to get the spear off his back, which he did reluctantly. "We'll take him to Shikov," Raul said, with a sneer. "Never know what to expect from him." It took Grey a moment to catalog the name--Lyric Shikov, Carna Delta.
Shit. From what he'd heard, the guy wasn't fun to mess with, and one minute he could be melt-in-your-mouth chocolate, and the next he could be the devil. It all depended on his mood, from the sound of it. Grey had never been big on prayer or chance or whatever, but he was definitely hoping (not praying, but strongly hoping) that Shikov was in a good mood.
"Lets go then. You need a Medic." This was Carla, and she shrugged under the weight of James' arm before setting off towards what Grey assumed was the center of Carna territory.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. His father (and all those teachers from hell) had drilled in to him to be fearless; always cautious, but never afraid. It was a lesson that stuck, but it didn't keep him from feeling apprehensive now as he struggled to walk with his hands behind his back. Exhaustion had set in as soon as his "mission" was complete, and honestly... He didn't really care what happened at this point. He was a traitor. He had nothing behind him, now. Fallen would not take him back, nor would Nycole. In front of him? It was a bleak stretch of Carna territory. And James.
Grey didn't know when he'd started to care. Maybe it was when the tiger shifter had proclaimed, with such ferocity, "He's with me." Grey had said nothing, but now he glanced at the Carna, tired and bloodied and worse for wear. His expression was hard to read, but Grey... Well, Grey offered him a sliver of a smile, a silent thank you.
He supposed they were even now.
ooc: i'll start the next thread with lyric, yeah?
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