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Jan 11, 2008 18:37:31 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 11, 2008 18:37:31 GMT -5
A gigantic black beast was sitting next to the entrance to the park. It was as if a demon from Hell had climbed up out of the ground and turned the peaceful area around it into a cursed zone. The once calm park now looked like it was a place dark beings roamed, instead of little children with kites during the day. The darkness always made things seem darker than they were. Izzy snuffed the ground with his coal black nose. It smelled like dog and human. He was still inspecting the ground when the sound of paws on the earth reached him. Instantly his ears snapped up, and icy blue eyes raised themselves to look at who was coming. Another werewolf. Mable. Finally. Though he couldnt blame her, he himself forgot that he could move faster than most weres. He shifted into a sitting position as he waited for her to reach him, shaking his mane out of his face and flexing his padded hands. After a few moments-- normal weres were pretty fast themselves-- she arrived.
"This is the park," Izzy informed Mable, smiling wolfishly. "If you follow me in here I can find you a tasty human. What kind do you like best?"
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Jan 13, 2008 17:25:22 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Jan 13, 2008 17:25:22 GMT -5
Mable turned into a magical flying unicorn.
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Mar 21, 2008 16:58:22 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 21, 2008 16:58:22 GMT -5
Now because that is clearly not possible, let's just say Mable had a special moment. During which night ended and it became morning, thus making Mable change back into a human. During which time Izzy had tried to stop her from launching herself onto a human.
... Okay, so he had failed. Miserably. Very miserably. So miserably, in fact, that the Pretty Waitress had managed to shove a mother and child down her maw. The crazed wolf had veered sharply from the path Izzy was leading her in, the scent of human blood causing her to race off in a wild frenzy.. And the black haired teen had taken too long to reach her. And things had continued to go completely haywire until morning, when the blonde had changed back and he had dragged her off behind the shelter of bushes. And gotten her clothes back from the store they had been in. He himself still had on his new clothes, which were surprisingly not smothered in blood. Because, um, Mable was covered in it.
Izzy was sitting next to the sleeping Mable, looking somber and deep in thought. His clear icy blue gaze [for his mood was giving him his wolf eyes] was fixed upon the root of a tree.
Idiot, he thought, frowning. He wasnt quite good at frowning, for his face was more adapt to smiling. You let a moonblind go about killing humans. You should have been able to prevent this! But he hadn't. And now, when Mable Trea woke up, she'd probrably loose her faith in him for having acted like he had when in werewolf form. He was pretty sure her conscious had been there for some, if not all of it. Ismirshalen whipped out his black gun, fingering it with a disgusting look on his face. After looking at it for about two seconds, he became aware of something. Intense burning pain, the pain in his right holed hand and his stomach had come back. Not wanting to alert their presence to anyone around them, all Izzy could afford to let out was a strained moan. His gaze flashed back over to Mable. When did she plan on waking up, anyway?
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Mar 21, 2008 19:55:49 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Mar 21, 2008 19:55:49 GMT -5
[[This is going to be pretty straightforeward. First person most of the time]]
I don't know how long I actually layed there with my face rubbed into something that felt less than clean. I was covered in something that SMELT less than pleasent... It was definatly one of those things that you would be afraid to look at. In my case I was hoping that if I just layed here and didn't open up my tired eyes that I'd be able to decompose rapidly and forget/lose this nagging pain. Actually... In fact... I didn't quite know exactly what was upsetting me... but I was too tired to get out of my current rapture... Wait... Do I feel a draft? No. Don't wake up don-
"Sh-.... t...." Mable barely managed to coughed out. Why did she waste energy by making her lungs send vibrations to her vocal cords? Sometimes she woundered if her throat had it's own nervous system, but the current moment was definatly not a time to mull over that thought. She managed to open up her eyes just enough for her pupils to send a light signal to the back of her eye. Mable made out slightly late in normal human-eye speed a disgrundled, slightly discombobulated discoball man. Of course she just added the word discoball to make a three in a row 'dis' phrase. And like that, the thoughts rushed back to her in a furry. They burrowed through her brain's crevises with their haunting thoughts. "Why must I be cursed with this mind...." She incorhently sobbed. She cracked open her lids again to look at the man before her. Izzy. Was he more than just good looks like she thought? Or just anougher lucky bitchcake? "Maybe I'll never know..." She let that one out in an unconscious dreamy ticked-off mixture.
"Izzy...." She wined. That was the first time she called him by his real name.
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Mar 21, 2008 20:12:38 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 21, 2008 20:12:38 GMT -5
The brunette was jerked slightly out of the thickening wall of pain as Mable let out a strangled curse. That was acctually a good word to describe what he was feeling right now. Like shit. He might have said it too, if not for the fact that he was concentrating on the words she said next, his brain juices struggling to decide if Mable had remembered what he had done, how he had seemed to betray her... After the way she sobbed out her next words and then quitely mumbled some more, he was pretty sure she had. Damn. He wished he could just tell her everything, how it was all for her own good... But that would have to wait until he cleaned her up.
Izzy. Had he heard that right? She'd acctually said his name, or his nickname at the least. Nevertheless, she'd said his name and not something like Chalky. What was that suppost to mean? That she didnt trust him anymore? Or something else... He knew he wouldnt be able to stand it if she left him.
"Hey, dear," he said in his silky smooth British accent, smiling crookedly at Mable. "I brought your clothes, but I couldnt manage to get the shower all the way over here. You must be feeling terrible..." He leaned over to her and took her chin between two fingers, then kissed her on the nose. "I'm sorry, so sorry if you think I'm a terrible monster, but I can only explain once you clean up a bit." He wrinkled his nose a bit, but then only smiled wider. Boy, she made him giddily happy.
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Mar 21, 2008 20:27:39 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Mar 21, 2008 20:27:39 GMT -5
Mable felt so much better when Izzy talked to her... She couldn't quite describe it. Like... no matter how horrible a deed a british person commits, you can't get mad at them... I mean just compare an American boy saying "Oh shit, I pissed in my limborbockers!" To a British person reiterating the same sentence... It's almost... Cute. Even the way he touched her was perfect. I mean... She'd probably kill herself if he really was such a monster. She would. But she knew... had to know. That he wasn't a deamon! He most definatly couldn't be. Despite how tired and worn and torn her limbs felt, and the mass of blood covering her, she lurched forward at such a speed that the tears that were flowing heavily from her currently goldeny-flecked brown eyes flew in drops onto his shirt. "You're still my Chalky arn't you?" Mable cried into his chest. "Please be....." She looked up into his pretty blue eyes... The eyes of the deamon-wolf.
[[Btw, she's hugging him, lol]]
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Mar 21, 2008 20:40:33 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 21, 2008 20:40:33 GMT -5
Izzy's heart almost broke as Mable threw herself into his arms sobbing. He wasnt a monster... No, he thought. Amadeus and his minions are the monsters! I would never hurt anyone on purpose... He wrapped his arms around her and hugged the sobbing blonde girl close, feeling like he was about to cry himself. But he'd be strong, he'd be anything for her, he was sure. His porcelain fingers combed softly through her creamy blonde hair, and he pressed his lips gently to her blood-stained forehead [not her blood! XD], his black wispy hair falling over hers.
"Of coarse I'm still your Chalky, sweetie," he said softly, looking back into her now gold flecked eyes. Pretty eyes, even prettier now that ever, if that was even possible. "When you turned into your werewolf form I had to lead you away..." He almost broke off sobbing, struck with the thought that she might not even believe him. "I didnt want you to hurt anyone, but I failed..." At that a small tear dripped from one of his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mouthed.
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Mar 22, 2008 11:09:10 GMT -5
Post by Failure on Mar 22, 2008 11:09:10 GMT -5
That's good... She was too tired to reply in soundwaves. Her fatigued head fell forward onto his chest again. "Just five more minutes..." She mumbled. She really didn't want to 'wake up', now did she, but that was probably because she was breathing on him. Mmmmm... I can't beleive he smells so good... mmm... Coffee... Great. Now I'm starting to think like him... but who doesn't like the smell of coffee... I don't. That's who. How strange. But then again he must go through gallons of coffee everyday for it to actually rub off on him. About two more minutes passed with this debate... It's nice being here... here...?.... Listening to the wind in the trees... (She wasn't a big nature fan, but this was an acception.) Listening to children playing... children? Oh crap. We're in a park. A PARK. Out of everywhere we could be, we're in a PARK. And I'm NAKED. Fantasic. This is going to be all over the news.Mable forced open one big eye and took both hands on either side of Izzy's face. "So, where is this place you're taking me?" Mable was getting used to the idea that anywhere is possible with a werewolf.
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Mar 22, 2008 11:28:30 GMT -5
Post by +.Henry.+ on Mar 22, 2008 11:28:30 GMT -5
Ismirshalen couldnt help but smile at Mable's next words. Five more minutes... That was good enough for him, at least he was pretty sure then that she believed him. Which was a very good thing, most definately. The pain throbbing endlessly in his wrapped hand and stomach was forgotten at the moment. He just sat there for a while, listening to the music softly humming through the park and playing with a strand of honey blonde hair.
At Mable's question, Izzy remembered where they were, and that the girl was still blood-covered and naked. Where was he taking her? Oh boy, she'd be in for a surprise. Not answering her right away, he reached out with his free hand and gathered up the bag full of her clothes and other objects he kept with him, then put the black gun that had dropped to the ground when she had hugged him in there also.
"Somewhere I think you'll like, Pretty Waitress," he said with a smile and florish of his hair, before standing up with Mable and the bag in his arms. To make sure no one would stare too hard at them during their escape, he threw a towel he had taken out over the naked girl, then started running. At first glance, it didnt look like the pale and skinny teen could pick up anything heavier than his coffee cup, but as he wooshed through the trees and out the park and on and on at a speed no human [or werewolf, for his power was speed] could reach, it became apparent that there was a lot about him that his looks hid.
"Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle," he hummed softly as he once again took to more forest and sped onward to their destination.
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