Thread: Big Bad, Little Red, and the Hunters. (Fates.Gamble and Gunner)

Aeric could not stop the sporadic flash of images popping up in his brain. The sight of seeing that crossbow bolt sink into his fathers heart was like an open wound, constantly reminding him of the pain. But that sight was not nearly as horrifying as the thought of the scarred face approaching him in the dark, silver sword in hand. He tried to put this all in the back of his mind though, weak legs barely holding him up as he glared his captor down. He may have been a man in truth, but after everything that happened he was every bit the scared, untrusting animal he appeared to be. Wild green eyes bounced appraisingly, intelligently around the room, as if surveying every possible escape route. This place was far too small for his liking there was nowhere to go and he was too weak to put up a good fight if she came at him. No way could he open the door without thumbs But something in his expression changed as he cast his gaze towards the finer details of her apartment. His head looked right at the TV as he heard a familiar penny whistle song Spotting the Half-Baked ice cream and the wine shortly after, he quickly surmised that if this girl was a government agent she was a pretty fuckin weird one and probably heartbroken. Perhaps there was not quite so much to fear yet his fur bristled and his ears fell flat, his whole body practically shaking as she he watched her walk towards the kitchen. His eyes drank in every movement, showing none of that tell-tale interest as she came back with water and food. When she set the bowl down and broke up the chicken and he finally paid attention to the soothing words of her voice, he realized what was going on. Gods how degrading. He couldnt help but think as she treated him like a house dog. What the hell kind of woman brought a wounded wolf into her apartment thinking it was a house pet? His eyes dropped from her to the meat she threw on the floor. Oh this day was just getting better and better. Nothing like getting your belly sliced and watching your entire family destroyed by a Van Helsing wanna-be, followed by a hearty meal off a dirty floor. Hopefully it was cooked at least a nasty case of salmonella sounded like just the thing to top it all off. Worse yet, after such an ordeal his stomach growled painfully in temptation to eat it. It was the water bowl he truly had eyes for, but that was right next to her. His growling had stopped as he carefully considered the girl. She seems innocent enough he thought to himself. I mean, shes watching Titanic in the middle of the night how much of a threat could she be? He took a tentative step forward, his eyes swapping back to the IV and medical equipment. That was his true worry. Was it a coincidence he just landed into the hands of some sort of EMT or Nurse? Or was this just all some elaborate plan? Hed been cautioned many times on just how clever the hunters and the men behind them were. In the end, he decided he just had to take a chance. His parched throat was too hard to ignore he desperately needed that water. Another couple more tentative steps forward now more so because of the searing pain in his bones rather than his anxiety over the woman. As he padded near the discarded chicken he bent down to take a sniff, but hungry as he was his stomach roiled over the effort it would take to eat it anyway. He just ignored the meat, body crouched low and eyes watching her carefully as she tried to coax him nearer. Fuck my life He silently thought, swallowing his pride over the fact he was being lured in like a hapless puppy. He gave a warning growl as he came within reaching distance, his posture doing its best to keep itself as far away as possible. Of course her crafty little trick of putting the only source of water he could reach right beside her wasnt helping in that regard. Screw it, he finally decided, laying himself right down next to her where he could easily lap up the cool waters with his tongue. It did wonders to soothe his throat and lessen some of the throbbing in his head. When he had his fill, he pulled back and licked his snout, wetting his terribly dry nose. Now that he was not quite so parched maybe he could think of a way out of this mess. Then again He was reminded painfully of his wounds, and his eyes fell on the girl once more. Maybe this was a good thing. If she really was an EMT than she could finish patching him up at least. If the hunters had any reason to come looking for him theyd never suspect to find him in the apartment of a strange woman. For the sake of survival maybe just this once he could stoop to such pathetic levels Aeric was never very good at Drama but he certainly played it up with his whimper as he ambled forward, hesitantly inching closer to her. If theres one thing he could tell by her gentle, soothing voice that she was an animal lover. How else would be crazy enough to put a bleeding, dying wolf in the back of their car without a second thought? He went right in for the kill, shuffling himself over her legs and plopping all of his big fluffy weight right into her lap oh so carefully exposing the fact that he wounds needed a little extra tending to in the haphazard position. He continued whining soft miserable whimpers. It was mostly to ham it up but as he sat there feeling the warmth of her body and her healers touch, he took comfort in it. Weird as this was, hed just lost his entire family. Nothing terrified him so much as what events would follow, but at least this place might keep him safe for the night. Last edited Jul 19, 2020