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Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

His hands moved along her body without touching it for a few minutes, as if trying to sense something about her while she spoke and took everything in. He took the wet cloth that was in his left hand and began wiping away the blood along her arms first and fir-most, lightly squeezing a few droplets of cold water along the skin before wiping away. He then lifted the cloth along with his other hand up to her face, and brushed away a stray strand of hair that covered her cheeks. He wiped away little spots of blood, probably his own after carrying her so close, away from her face delicately. So they don't' smell you and come eat you in your sleep. Her remarked with total seriousness at his actions, he had no idea what he said could possibly be, I don't know, frightening and cause lack of sleep. Either way, his ears perked at her question while he took his hands away from her face. He brought the towel all the way down to her legs, and suddenly he flung the lower part of her dress upwards. In normal society, he would get a scream and a slap, yet his purpose was not lewd. He tied the wet towel along her sprained ankle gently, taking her foot into his hand so he would not accidentally bruise her further. I had a name once. He uttered quietly, before looking up for her for a brief moment. Zaine...I was named...Zaine, son of Crawford. His name must have carried some infamy despite his un-awarness of the fact. After all, when an entire family is outcast and banished into a district, their name slandered as murderers and mad sorcerers, they tend to be known. Yet he had no idea, as far as he was concerned all that he had to do was not get sacrificed or eaten alive like his mother, his father, his sister and three brothers. Being the youngest meant that he was always sheltered, someone always died before him. He'd watched it all, every single member of his family die before his eyes, allowing him to run away...maybe that's why he rescued her, maybe that's why he felt this odd affinity, this strange sense of protectiveness over this person he had no idea about. It was the guilt that tore at him, for once he would sacrifice his own safety for someone, for once he would not cause someone close to him to die. I need to cut this. He uttered as he looked up into her blue eyes, unexpectedly he fixed upon them with his own, wordless for a moment. She was rather captivating and he didn't really know why. He had no standard to judge beauty by, so he could not tell that in fact she was angel-like. All he knew was that she was...warmer than anything he'd seen in years, she was...more delicate, in a good way. One does need delicacy after living in a constant state of war.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

Martina blushed slightly as the strange man began to tend to her, almost neglecting himself as he did so. He'd roughly and haphazardly mopped himself off only to immediately focus his attentions upon her. So strange given how he'd so carelessly placed her upon the ground only moments ago. It made him all the more puzzling as she watched him, his manner beckoning for her to somehow understand or better yet learn his story. Surely he had a story. No one came to appear as he did or be where he was and not have a story to tell. She wondered if he'd dare tell it to her, share that piece of his past, his soul, his mind. Just then, Martina let out gasp. It was soft, almost inaudible, as the man suddenly moved to lift up her dress. The action took her off guard, nothing more. And though her heart began to pound beneath her breasts, she didn't feel fear or anything of the sort. It was strange. Her father would've broken the man where he knelt, others would've scolded or worse. But he'd saved her, helped her, was caring for her. His odd manner continued to beckon and intrigue, holding her captivated as she watched him suddenly tend to her injured ankle. Tending and introducing himself as Zaine... Crawford. Crawford. The name sounded familiar and as she sat there for a moment, Martina let her mind wander. She recalled the cases, the names... there was something about it that she couldn't quite pinpoint and it niggled at the back of her mind. It had the ring of a name she recalled overhearing a long time ago, one day when she'd overheard her father speaking of things considered taboo, things... not for her ears. He'd told her to run off and play, to move along and so... she did. She wondered what meaning that name had to him and his colleagues, but it was obviously of some great importance. Something deemed dark and wrong. Shrugging it off for the time being, she let her thoughts drift back to the present and immediately a smile lit up Martina's face. Well, thank you, Zaine Crawford, she began as she watched him, her eyes fixed up his when he looked up at her. I owe you my life. I owe you so much. She gave him a warm smile, reaching out with a gentle hand, she touched his arm, letting her delicate fingers linger against it for several moments before pulling away so that she could hold onto her shawl once more. If not for you, I'd be dead... A shiver ran along her spine causing her body to shudder. If there is anything I can do to repay you, I'm at your service, sir, she then stated warmly. Also, and pardon me for my boldness but... how is it that you are able to survive such creatures? How are you able live out here among them?
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

She touched his arm, and at that moment his flesh twitched lightly beneath her fingers. As if his muscles had been touched by something new, something that they have never encountered before. It was almost like a shiver, of both fear and excitement, to have something so pure touch him. It had been so long since he had felt a hand caress him so, it had been so long that the more she lingered, the more he found it difficult to move on from the position they were. Until she removed her hand, and asked all those piercing questions that he was not sure he was ready to answer. He let her feet drop back down to the ground gently and walked over inside the cave a little deeper. As if he put her questions on hold for a few seconds. He went inside and stripped himself of all his remaining clothes, throwing them aside and putting on a pair of make-shift shorts that look like underwear more than anything. He came back to her with a small knife, and kneeled before her yet again. They detect the smell of dried blood. The less you have on you, the better chance they won't find you. With those words, he took the knife and started cutting at the bottom of her dress. It was rather bright and white as snow, a loss, yet a necessary loss. He cut it to just above her knees where there were no more traces of blood, and as he carved the knife through the cloth, he looked up into her eyes and spoke. How...did you get here? Were you exiled too? Are there others like me? He seemed to have more questions for her than answers, although they all held clues to what he was, to why he was out here. He needed to know. Where did you come from?...can you take me?...are you an angel? His eyes, through as pure as the color gold, were filled with both hope and despair, such desperate hope that perhaps she was an angel, those mystical creatures talked about in children's stories and old texts, that perhaps she was sent to bring him back inside...he needed an answer, just anything.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

Martina suddenly found herself biting down on her lip when Zaine left only to return nearly naked before her eyes. She wasn't used to such a lack of modesty. Where she grew up, it was considered undignified to show so much skin especially in front of someone you knew so little. Swallowing hard, she just smiled politely, trying her best not to stare, to not let her eyes move too much over his body as he moved about the cave without a care. Fortunately, his awkward manner helped keep her in check, but only just. Suddenly, Zaine knelt before her once more, his golden eyes staring deeply into her own. Martina couldn't help but wonder if he was searching for something, hoping to find something hidden deep within. As to what, she had no idea. She wasn't anything special... just the daughter of a high-ranking alchemist, one who'd trained several and seen much. One who spoke little of what he did day after day. In some ways, she felt as if she hardly knew her father and in many ways she didn't. Though that was her father's plan, what he wanted. Her recent inquiries had bothered him greatly and to a point of anger. Had she pressed further it probably would've caused problems, but that just wasn't her way. She couldn't help herself and it probably served her right that she fell into this den of demon spawn. Riiiip. In that moment, Zaine began to cut at Martina's dress. Her eyes instantly went wide, blinking rapidly as she watched him cut away at the filmy fabric that had been covering her milky thighs. He was exposing her, making her indecent... no. No. He was helping her yet again. Saving her, teaching her. I understand, Martina whispered as she watched Zaine cut away the last pieces of her dress, making it rather short. An angel...? she mumbled. I'm hardly that, kind sir, you flatter me that you think so. She gave him a warm smile. I'm from the other side of the wall, from the stone fortress known as Piatra. I accidentally fell into this place. I'm not supposed to be here... no one knows I'm here and if my father finds out I am, what I was doing... her voice trailed. I'm afraid I'm not sure what to do or where to go or if I can even escape. She paused a moment. Even if I do, I'll be in certain trouble. I'm afraid I've caused quite a stir. At that, her cheeks turned quite red, more so than when he'd ripped her dress, something she realized was rather odd, but then again, her entire situation was rather odd. I apologize for my ramblings. You must think me a silly girl. I wish I could be of better help. I... I'm sorry, kind sir.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

That glitter of hope and thought faded from his eyes when she told him that she simply fell over the wall, that she's here by accident. Accident, that's all that kept happening to him. His expression changed for a few moments, and the curious, hopeful, yet odd man turned into a saddened, hurt odd man. How foolish was he, to think that there were others like him. It's so rare he probably was the only one, at least the only one still alive let alone in the same district. His head turned and looked away for a moment, as he muttered the words I see. He cleared his throat and picked up the remaining, cut off part of her dress only to throw it with the other pile of dirty clothes. With that he got up and away from her warmth that he previously could not escape. He took himself and walked further inside the cave where a bright light shone, a small fire had been made there. He figured she would follow, so he sat with his back to the cave wall and placed a stick into the fire, holding onto an end of it to poke and fuel the wooden logs into the fire some more. His eyes were closed, as if finally taking a second's rest. He didn't know if she had chosen to stay where she was, away from him, or if she had come to sit next to him, either way he spoke to her. He dreaded the words that he knew he had to say, he hated knowing that she was not like him, that he was still alone, that she would have to go back to where he could never return. I'm afraid you'll be here for about three weeks or so then...Martina. He felt a little awkward saying her name, it came out in a slight stutter, as if the name would shatter along his lips if said too harshly. The wretched wont move from there until about then...you can risk it if you'd like, however take it from someone who has not seen that wall in decades...take it from someone who's... He paused for a moment, as if every word, every memory drove a knife bigger than the previous into his chest. Who's seen man after man, child after child, brother after sister fall in vain attempt. His teeth were clenched, and his body tightened lightly around the fire as his eyes finally opened to stare at the flames. I'll...tend to you while you wait, if that is what you choose. He didn't know why, she would be a liability, she would risk him getting killed, she would draw more flesh eaters and she would most likely give away his hideout. She could tell he was uncertain, but at the same time his words emitted an aura of comfort, of protection. As if he truly would shield her from whatever it is that she is afraid of...until she left him. And don't call me sir... He said that with slight bitterness. That is what they called the one responsible for me...my creation.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

His expression had suddenly brightened, if not for a tiny moment, when his eyes opened at the feeling of her sitting next to him after all. Despite his distance, despite the fact that she was not a true mythical godess that would rescue him from this hell he was thrown in, her warmth remained. He instinctively found himself leaning into her, as if his body was drawn, magnetized even, to something it had lacked for so long. It was starved, starved of a warm touch, starved of the gentle feeling of warm skin, the delicacy of a woman. His head turned to look at her lightly, seeing that she was facing the ground and afraid to look up. He remembered that look, his own when he first came here was quite similar. Looking down, afraid of the world, afraid of everything around you. Please...Mr.Crawford was my father. He smiled, yet the smile was sad and lifeless at the memory. It was his weakest one, seeing as his father was the first to perish in these horrid lands. When I was young that was a joke...I'm not sure if it still brings laughter to people, it's been decades...so forgive me if my attempt was somewhat seasoned. He then locked eyes with her as her own head turned and she grew enough courage to look at him again. Just then, his broken heart started healing bit by bit. For some reason, whenever she looked at him with those eyes he remembered all that was good about the world, the blue in them mirrored the bright sky that he had not seen in so long. He found himself getting closer and closer to her without consciousness of it. Whether it was an inch to the side, or him leaning towards her, he was un-aware of it until he found himself but a thin paper's length away from her. His hair fell along his face lightly as his lips opened to speak, his words whispers, the distance now small enough between them that voices were not fit to be loud. There is no place for me beyond those walls...you cannot take me back. Not after what I have done... He frowned lightly just then, trying not to reflect his own frown along her lips as well. If you knew what I truly was...you would not be this close...you would regret your decision to stay.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

Martina tried to smile when Zaine mentioned the 'joke'. She wasn't sure if he was trying to attempt humor or not, the situation he was inthat they both were init was unnerving to say the least with all those 'things' out there snarling and lurching, searching for flesh to feast upon and devour. Again, a shivering tremor ran along her spine. The urge to suddenly look away became strong, but she refused and held his gaze. She could see that his sudden displeasure from moments ago was waning, dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. She knew she couldn't fault him. After all, she'd gotten an up close and personal view of the place, a front row view. And what she'd seen had made her blood curdle. This man had saved her despite all odds. Martina knew full well that she should be dead, her body bitten and torn savagely to shreds by those creatures that lurked and moved in the shadows of District 7. Yet... here she was. Here she was sitting, alive and well, by a fire no less and conversing with a man who against all odds had rescued her. She still wondered how he'd managed. But then again, to have survived this long, and it was clear he'd been here longer than anyone should, he must've learned a few tricks. Just then, the bitter cold feeling that Martina had been feeling when Martina had to admit she was no creature from heaven began to fade. The warmth began to grow once more. Her eyes found Zaine's and she suddenly found herself searching them for somethingbut what, she couldn't say. One thing was certain. He was carrying a burden. Perhaps it was loss? Surely he'd borne loss. After all, to be here alone, on his own, no family... no one. She wondered what happened to his family. Crawford. Why did that name sound so familiar? Again, Martina shrugged it off. Everyone has a place of some sort, she stated in a soft whisper, her hand reaching up to tuck a stray lock of platinum blonde behind an ear. Me, you. She paused a moment. It might not be out there, but it certainly isn't in here. After what I've seen, no living person belongs here. None. A shudder passed over her and she began rubbing at her arms. Without realizing it, Martina shifted slightly, her body turning toward Zaine, moving a bit closer. Despite his strange appearance and odd manner, the odd way in which he spoke, he offered a comfort she couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was because he'd done the impossible by showing up when he had or maybe it was because he was company when she was certain she'd find none. But whatever the case, he was there and she was grateful and she felt a tiny tug every time he seemed to 'pull'. And pardon me for asking... Zaine... Martina smiled as she spoke his name, her cheeks turning a bit pink as the word rolled off her tongue. But, what have you done? I can't imagine you doing anything so bad it would place you... here.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

When she smiled at him and blushed, he took pause for a moment to understand what had just happened to him. He found his heart beating rather rapidly, a feeling he was rather familiar of yet...it was different this time. It wasn't out of fear or worry...he didn't know what, but he felt like stumbling his words and looking away just as much as she did. Yet he locked his gaze upon her still, this odd and awkward attraction remaining strong despite her hurtful questions. He knew she was unaware, and she would remain unaware until he's told her the truth. But could he? She would just abandon him like everyone else did...maybe. Just maybe she was different, she didn't run away yet and she seemed to be drawn to him just as much as he was drawn to her. Or so he hoped. Was there really a choice after all? He could hide it, sure. Then she would just figure out he's holding back and leave after the three weeks have gone by. At this point, he didn't care, he just didn't want her to leave. As much as he would have to teach her, as much as he would have to work to keep her alive along side him, he wanted her there. He was beyond what the word desperate meant. Just then, his golden eyes locked with her own once more and his voice was no louder than a whisper. Everything you are, I am not...you are beautiful, you are brave, you are gentle...I am not. It wasn't just worthless self pity, he was beginning to truthfully answer her questions. I did not come here by choice...I was forced here by the people behind the walls you came from...I have no place where I am not wanted. When the head magister of Alchemy, the one who decides what happens to people's lives, decides that yours and your entire families' deserve to be exiled and left for dead to the dead, there's not much choice for me. His voice wavered, and he could sense himself about to let loose a flow of tears at the painful memories. Perhaps one managed to escape his eyes and roll down his cheek, yet he had to persevere, he had to, at some point, talk about it. I belong here...I...was stupid and I was bitten and...I got these strange gifts and because of it they threw us all out here like...like fucking garbage.
Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

The air shifted and a strange coldness seemed to suddenly surround Martina as the question loomed between them for a moment. But it wasn't long before Zaine finally broke the silence, his voice hushed to a point where she almost had to strain to listen. As he spoke, her heart began to pick up speed, racing faster and faster as it pumped within the confines of her chest, her corset ready to burst as it heaved with each breath she tookthe subsequent harder than its predecessor. I... I... Martina stammered, her voice so quiet she had all she could do to hear herself. Had she heard him correctly? Crawford... Crawford... that name. She knew it sounded familiar. Could it be... could it? Martina wracked her brain as she began to think on the past, that time when she'd overheard her father speak of a case from his own past, one concerning a family that had gone on trial. He'd called it 'nasty business'... 'sordid work'. Slowly, she remembered the words her father had muttered and used. And they'd all been used to describe something very particular, but she hadn't heard what, only the name of the family. The name... the name... What was it...? Could it be...? Was it? Just then, Martina blinked and let out a gasp. Her eyes suddenly stung as they welled with tears. What had her father done? What had he been a part of? She brought her hand to her mouth as she listened to Zaine speak, telling her about how he and his family had been exiled, left to die for what they were. And what were they? Far as she could tell, he at least seemed decent enough. He might be odd, but he was kind enough to put his own life aside for another, for hers. That spoke volumes of his character and the sort of man he was. What had her father done? Why? What sort of gifts do you have, Zaine? Martina then asked. Martina's curiosity was piqued despite her despair at realizing that it was her own father that had seen to it that Zaine and his family had suffered so. The guilt that consumed her in that moment overwhelmed her and she knew that as a result she needed to somehow right the wrong in father's stead since the man would never do it himself. Surely whatever it was that this man possessed it didn't mean he belonged in District 7. She could hear the pain in Zaine's voice, could see it in his face and eyes. Yes, she owed him more than just her life. She owed him her service, her everything. It was her family's fault he was here and she would fix that. And she would stay by his side until he said otherwise, that was if he didn't want her dead after he learned the truththat her family was responsible for his current fate.