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

As far as humiliating experiences went, this was topping the charts. Aeric was already feeling low from how easily the human bested him now he was being treated like a common pet. It was like the world wanted to beat some unknown lesson into him. He tried not to think about it too much, lying as still as he could across her lap while she saw to his injuries once again. He didnt really listen to the words she was saying, just closed his bright green eyes and tried to will this day to be over already. Her voice was calming at least, and she had a deft touch that told him she knew what she was doing. It eased much of his tension, but did little to help him escape the dark thoughts inundating his mind. The shadowed face of the scarred hunter was like a picture burned directly into his retina. He didnt see enough of the man to get an idea of what he looked like, but he knew if he saw that scored chin again hed recognize him. Just who the hell were those guys anyway? Hed come across his fair share of hunters, but never anyone like the man whod laid him low. Cross-bows and swords? What the hell was this, a renaissance fair? In the age of modern technology, what kind of hunter still relied on such ancient weapons outside of the most special situations? And that language on his blade there had to be more to these enemies than the average affair. His eyes opened to become glued to the door while Catty bandaged him back up. He felt like it would spring open at any minute, revealing a cloaked man whod come to finish the job. A pang of guilt came with the fear as his gaze shifted back to the redhead who worked so diligently on him. She seemed a sweet enough girl hell she saved his life after all. Was it right to endanger her like this to play the part and use her as his shield? Not that there was much choice with how hurt he was. Ill just have to leave as soon as Im well enough to shift again , he thought. Normally that wouldnt take long, but hed never been quite this injured. And given the nature of the weapon that damaged him so, who could say when it would heal. When Aeric heard her talking of lab tests and microchips he uttered a groaning sigh. Perhaps she was a veterinarian? Ugh this was going to be a pain in the ass. He really hoped he could shift before day break no way he wanted to go through all of that. If she was convinced to keep him in a shelter or animal hospital that could seriously complicate things when he was able to drop this form. Suddenly this looked like it was becoming a race against time. He continued to sigh, appearing a very disconcerted mass of ebony fur as she stroked his neck. How the hell was he going to get out of this mess At least her interest in keeping him here was a little inspiring. It would be much easier to catch his bearings if he had a safe house like this for a bit. Not that he had any intentions of actually being this womans dog. But if he needed a place to rest up he couldnt look a gift horse in the mouth. Who knew if it was safe to go back to his own home? You looking for a dog or a boyfriend? He couldnt help but silently ask as she laid out her list of activities. The poor girl seemed as lonely as the world just rendered him. Though, if she asked Aerics opinion, maybe she would be better off with a little dog instead of a legitimately wild animal that took up half of the apartment. If she was indeed a vet, she was an eccentric one. He might have found her personality charming if he wasnt so god damn miserable right now. He let his misery be known in the form of a loud grunt as she shifted her legs out from under him, suffering reminders of his bangs and bruises even with her careful maneuvering. He laid perfectly still, trying not to test his wounds while he watched her go about cleaning up the mess and placing the rest of the food next to him. Well, at least it was chicken instead of kibbles. Now that he was a little more alert his stomach had settled enough to indulge. Hed cleaned the plate before she returned with the comforter, only to stare up at her as she put her hands on her hips and laid out the rules for using it. He huffed something of a little grunt as if a frustrated acknowledgement. Luckily for her his dignity would keep him from partaking in such animalistic behavior. Hed be lying if he said the idea wasnt a little bit tempting though, just to get back at her over being treated like a dog in the first place. It was just an exasperated thought however not like she knew any better. He ambled right over to the makeshift bed and settled himself into it. His head was flat and perfectly still as she stroked his ears and called him handsome. At least she knew that much at least, he considered with a little amusement. He watched her go for the bedroom before shutting his eyes and trying to get some much needed repose. His sleep however, was broken and unrestful. If the pain of his abdomen wasnt keeping him awake, his foul thoughts and worse dreams kept stirring him instead. Every hour or so, his eyes would pop open, leaving him to attempt shifting only to woefully try falling back to slumber in failures. After a few rounds of this, Aeric groaned, rising up from the comforter to test his legs. He was gaining some of his strength back, at least. It was an effort but he could manage walking. His curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to investigate the apartment of his rescuer a little bit. He tried to get a glimpse of just who she was by scoping out her belongings and any pictures or mail she had laying around. He spotted the name Catriona on something, but couldnt say for certain if it was in reference to her. At the end of his rounds of her home, he stalked towards the open door of her bedroom. The dark fur of the wolf blended into the inky darkness, betrayed only by the glowing emeralds watching the sleeping girl. He took the time to really drink in the features of her freckle-kissed face. He could think of worse girls to play with. She was quite cute actually a definite catch. As he cast his gaze to the rest of the room he noticed a pair of discarded scrubs, confirming she was indeed in some sort of medical field. It was such a twist of luck that she should find him on the otherwise most unfortunate night of his life. Quietly, he slinked back out of the threshold and returned to his comforter. Instead of using it as a bed he gripped it with his teeth and stalked over to the couch. His massive size let him hop up easily enough to spare his wounds, though his body still complained with agony. Still it was better than the floor blanket or no. With his injuries leaving him so worn out, even his fur hadnt been enough to keep him war. So he curled up on the couch, dragging the blanket over him so that only his head poked out on the cushion. Finally cozy and warm, his eyes fluttered closed and he finally found the rest he needed leaving him in the same exact position well after dawn.