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Post by girlie on Jul 27, 2009 4:37:11 GMT -5
Sasha staggered down an alleyway, heaving as she weaved back and forth to avoid tripping over this or that. More than once she'd nearly gone toppling over because of a garbage can or a small critter scrabbling to get out of her reach.
The tiger's typically black and white stripes were bloodstained, her leathers gone in favor of a cotton tank, ripped open flannel shirt, and sweats that barely hung up around her thin waist. For what felt like the hundredth time that night, the asassin ran for the nearest garbage can, emptying the remainder her stomach contents which only resulted in her bringing up a thin stream of bile as she clutched at her abdomen.
A growl of frustration and misery left her maw as she heaved one last time, struggling to stand up at this point.
It hadn't been the first time a creep had come on to her, but this one had managed to render her, an infamous asassin, completely powerless, forcing her to endure the sickening lust of human sin and greed. What made it worse was that the harder she'd fought the creep, the more he'd restricted her movement, eventually managing to paralyze her with his body.
Sasha didn't feel violated, she felt dirty. She wanted to soak herself in boiling water and wash the sweat and blood of the guy off, to scrub her memory of his grin while she glared up at him, helpless to protest in any way, shape, or form.
Finally, the tiger thought she couldn't move a single step further, that she wouldn't make it to her apartment. Her knees buckled as she remembered his face for the thousandth time that night, resulting in a groan of defeat as her stomach clenched, forcing yet another stream of bile up her already burning throat.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 30, 2009 7:14:23 GMT -5
Issaic Baker was out late that evening, enjoying a stroll in the cold, wet evening. He enjoyed the quiet and solitude that contrasted the hustle and bustle of the day, although certainly less exciting as well. The hyena/wolf Odyssian would have seemed like any normal furre out for a walk, had it not been for him walking along the rooftops, leaping between buildings as if they were puddles.
He stopped at a corner, giving the neighborhood a quick scan with his icy eyes. Nothing unusual, but what was this? He saw a furre stumbling into an alley. Any other furre would have figured the tiger was drunk. Too bad Issaic wasn't any other furre. From across the street, he could smell blood on her clothes. Did she maybe need help? Was she dying?
Issaic ran a gloved paw through his charcoal scruff before dropping down into the empty street and walking to the alley, his footsteps echoing off the walls of the alley. Ahead, she was on her knees, heaving again. He stopped a short distance away from the female, not wanting to appear hostile. He called out to her. "Are you alright, miss?"
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Post by girlie on Jul 30, 2009 9:30:19 GMT -5
Sasha's eyes had glazed over slightly, her mind buzzing as she struggled to get up. The voice of the strange male made her flinch, sending her staggering away from him. There was something about his scent that made her edgy. But at the same time, she wondered if he couldn't be useful should his intentions be sincere.
The tiger tried to examine the newcomer, but her vision was clouded with a dizzying array of stars. "No, I'm not," she rasped, groaning as her stomach heaved once more.
In an attempt to try and retain some dignity, Sasha slowly got to her feet, using the alley wall as support. "What should it matter to you though?"
Her auds pinned back in a mixture of misery and what anger she could muster as her vision cleared. The asassin tried to hide her flinch when she realized just how tall the stranger was in comparison to her five-ten. Sasha was awestruck, and didn't know what to do or say. For once in her life, she actually considered bolting. She'd fallen victim to the lust of one man, and did not have any desire to endure it for a second time that night.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 30, 2009 10:30:16 GMT -5
He could see she was distressed, undersanding of her distrust towards a perfect stranger. His expression was one of yeilding, showing he meant her no harm. He was unsure why he came to help the tiger. Perhaps his chivalric personality took over, thinking that all furres should watch out for eachother? Or maybe his bloodlust, hoping she was dying just to have the pleasure of ending her life?
Issaic didn't want to think it was because of the latter. The hybrid offered a paw to her. "I assure you, I won't hurt you." He debated taking a step closer, then decided against it. "What happened to you?"
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Post by girlie on Jul 30, 2009 22:46:49 GMT -5
Sasha winced slightly as she snorted her contempt at the stranger's questions. "What's it to you, huh? I don't need a shoulder to cry on, I just need to get my ass home in one piece."
With that, she gave him a second once-over, deciding to be on her guard even if she allowed him to help her get home. The tiger very nearly crawled toward him, taking a few uncertain steps before stumbling forward, catching her balance on the wall.
Impatient, Sasha sighed. "Are you gonna take me home? Or are you gonna just stand and stare?"
There was still something not quite right about this guy, and the tiger admitted to herself that she felt weird letting him take her home. Extracting the thought from her mind, she began a new path toward the dwelling of an aquaintance. Fortunately for her, it was much closer than her actual home, and Sasha realized that it was probably a good idea not to bring some creep to her place, especially if he was an asassin just like her.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 31, 2009 1:02:30 GMT -5
Issaic wasn't one to normally let anything get to him, but the tiger's abbrasive attitude was starting to get under his skin. He remained calm and took a few steps forward to support her. If she couldn't walk with his help, then he would carry her... whether she wanted him to or not.
Strangely, he sensed something was off about the female. He felt that she was hurting on not only a physical level, but an emotional level. Something really bad must've happened to her. Or, maybe she was just a bitch. He didn't know. He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the disheveled furre on his arm, trying to gauge a good idea about her. Time to see if those psychology lesons pay off, he thought to himself.
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Post by girlie on Jul 31, 2009 9:20:47 GMT -5
Flinching as he went to support her, Sasha mentally braced herself. She should be grateful, but all her mind kept coming back to was the possibility of this male forcing himself on her. She'd already been taken down once tonight, and feared that this.... distinct difference that she sensed posed as a serious threat to her well-being.
She gritted her teeth as she felt her stomach flip, groaning when nothing came up. "Look, I'm sorry I'm not exactly rolling out the welcome mat. I've had a pretty crappy night and I just want to get home, get clean, and go to sleep. Don't take it personally, alright?"
Holding back a whimper when her stomach clenched once more, Sasha began to move unsteadily in the general direction of her apartment, pausing when she felt her balance waver slightly.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Jul 31, 2009 16:33:23 GMT -5
Issaic gave a slight turn of his head when she spoke, just to show he was listening. She was still wary of him, but at least she was warming up to him, now. He honestly had no intention of harming her, even though killing was his main purpose. He and every other Odyssian were bred to kill pecisely, not massacre every living thing in their reach.
"Don't worry about it..." His icy eyes peered ahead into the dark, but twitched slightly at the feel of the contact lenses, he decided to wear in lieu of his glasses. He was starting to wish he wore the glasses.
"...My name is Issaic," he intentionally didn't give out his last name if it wasn't necessary. He still didn't know the level of awareness of the Odyssians. "Would you mind if I ask your name?" He looks to her again.
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Post by girlie on Aug 1, 2009 12:13:04 GMT -5
Sasha flinched. This male, this... Issaic... he looked and smelled so superior to her. She felt like a small, insignificant house cat. Taking in a short gasp of breath, and wishing desperately that she had some water, the tiger relented.
"My name is Sasha."
The fea was anxious to get home, as would most individuals walking with this man, and she craned her neck, searching for her apartment. When it was nowhere in sight, she mentally groaned, wishing she wasn't so ridiculously weak at the moment.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 1, 2009 22:09:46 GMT -5
"Where do you live, Sasha?" he asked, noticing her looking around. He could see she was a little uneasy, be it from what happened to her, or maybe because she was intimidated by him.
He looked up to the rooftops, debating taking a quicker route if she lived far. The only issue would be if the tiger could keep his secret. He wanted to help, but he wanted to keep a low profile even more.
Issaic wondered if Sasha would tell him what had happened to her. He had a good idea what happened, but he didn't want to make an assumption. She seemed like a nice girl under the cold facade, and couldn't imagine why someone would want to hurt her.
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Post by girlie on Aug 1, 2009 23:38:25 GMT -5
Sticking her maw up in the air for a few moments, the tiger sniffed, paused to scrutinize her surroundings, then put her nose up in the air once more, auds twitching. "We are about two and a half miles southeast from my place, which means we have to go that way," she directed, pointing her nose in the direction they were headed.
When Sasha felt a bout of nausea roil her stomach yet again, her grip on the male momentarily tightened. When it passed after only a few short moments, she quickly released him, embarassed, then realized that she needed him to support her. Nontheless, she tried to walk as independantly as possible - to no avail.
Mentally cursing herself and her weakness, she looked Issaic up and down again, wondering what was going on in his mind. Basic psychology told her that from the way he kept sneaking glances at the building rooftops, he was used to a much quicker method of transportation. At the same time the expression on his face and the way he looked at her told her that he was not only internally conflicted, but curious. About her.
Trying to make small talk in order to distract the male's mind, Sasha blew out a puff of hot air, giving him a sidelong glance. "So.... what are you doing out here so late at night? I mean, aside from helping me."
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 2, 2009 6:07:35 GMT -5
A smile formed on the hybrid's muzzle. What WAS he doing? He was following orders, plain and simple. The Council wanted him to patrol the city on regular schedules to watch and report for anything out of the ordinary, and, if necessary, take action in a swift and silent matter.
"...Just out for a stroll," he said automatically. It was simple, easy to remember, and general enoughto keep nosy Angels out of his scruff. They turned onto an empty street, a few hover cars sitting silently on the pavement. He thought about carrying the furre on his back and running her home. It would literally, take seconds, but again, his cover...
"What about yourself?"
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Post by girlie on Aug 2, 2009 22:44:32 GMT -5
The tiger watched him skeptically. He'd answered her question far too quickly for comfort, suggesting that he was involved in something to be kept a secret, or something... dangerous. Shaking off the feeling of impending doom that stabbed at the back of her consciousness, Sasha let out a deep sigh.
"I was simply out for a drink after work."
With that, the tiger picked up her pace slightly, wanting to get home as soon as she possibly could an abandon this stranger. She realized that the longer she walked and talked with this male, the more endangered she felt.
It's odd.. Sasha thought to herself. Being the hunted instead of the hunter.... She mentally concluded that she didn't like the feeling so much and vowed to return to work as soon as she was able to move without her stomach doing backflips.
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Post by wastelandwheelman on Aug 3, 2009 6:12:31 GMT -5
Issaic picked up on Sasha's uneasiness when she started to walk a bit faster. He glanced back to see if someone was following. He sniffed the air. "...But, something happened, didn't it?" He didn't know why, but her uneasiness was starting to make him a little paranoid.
Issaic tried to make it a habit to not make too many enemies. Any who were always ended up dead within a week, beaten to a bloody unrecognizable mess. Still, furres had friends and families, which complicated things...
"...Is it me, or do you feel like someone's following us?" He glanced back again, hoping his instincts were wrong this time.
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Post by girlie on Aug 3, 2009 13:08:12 GMT -5
Sasha mentally groaned. There was no way to dodge this one. Damn him and his directness, she thought to herself. "Yes, something happened. I'd rather not talk about it, even if you are really curious and mean nothing by it."
Pausing in her step, she gave him an odd look. He seemed panicked, and unable to contain said panic. It amused her a little to realize that maybe superman wasn't so invincible after all. "Umm, are you sure your alright? I'm thinking we're good. And, truth be told, I'd go check things out for you if I wasn't so ridiculously maimed at the moment."
The tiger went to grab Issaic's arm to try and calm him down, hoping that he was just having a panic attack or something small that would eventually pass. "Look, we are just over a mile from my place, okay? Are you going to make it? Cuz I'll haul ass up that building and check things out myself if you wont."
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