Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2010 14:15:30 GMT -5
“Just so you know. My name is Vidia…I’m ready…”
Davis simply grunted at that, just as he had grunted at her apology for bleeding upon him, the heated liquid of her veins had not even penetrated through his fur to the skin below. Not that Davis minded being covered in heated blood. There was something incredibly reassuring and empowering about being soaked in the blood of ones prey. She had wanted to know his name as well…That was a dangerous question to ask of him. He had murdered people for knowing it in the past, burned entire buildings full of records and books to erase the truth of his existence. Chances are however with her level of injury related blood loss she would have quite forgotten her question to him and thusly he would not have to kill her.
Though where he had decided to take her, it was likely they would ask of him, especially given what he had in mind. Truly, this wasteland loved him, its cannibal Lord. To have dropped such a chance as this in his lap…And to think, he mused with a wry smirk, unseen by her as she rested against him…He had not even had to lure the Outsiders into position or set them on her for that matter. She had done it all to herself and he had simply gotten to waltz in there like some big damn hero. Like he used to be in the old days when he was one of them as opposed to what he was now…Yet still, reflecting on that, he was still just as alone as he had been in the first place. For a moment as he knelt there, ensuring she was holding on tightly and that he had grasped her so that she would not be brought to further harm by his motions, Davis considered why it was he was saving her…
Her people…The humans…They meant nothing to him now. Indeed, there would come a time very soon where they as a race would scream out for heroes of Davis’s calibre, those who had defended them from the monsters in the dark for so very long, unknown and un-thanked for their sacrifices. They would cry in horror at all that was to come, they would scream out for someone to save them. Someone like Davis, a fairy tale of yesterday, now chosen to grow old but never die. They would call for him and men of his like to come to war for them once more and Davis would turn back and answer simply…He would answer…No. He after all had greater conflicts to fight and the lives of Human cattle were no longer his concern. Though this one, he saved this one because it suited him to do so for the act, seemingly so selfless would allow him a chance at gathering a vital resource that he would require in the future.
With that in mind, he rose to his not inconsiderable height and set off, bounding away from the area as only a monster of his stature could. His unnatural strength powering his great strides as he darted this way and that, spreading his scent to throw off any hunters that might come seeking them. Usually when he ran, he had no fear, for those who caught his scent knew to avoid it. But here, with a the lifeblood of a bleeding human mixing into his scent, someone or indeed something might think to get creative and thusly it was necessary that he take certain precautions… This done, Davis bounded out into the darkness, vanishing into the night as he began the long run to his destination this night with his damaged cargo held closely so that she would not fall or be jarred by the impact when he had to jump an obstacle or the like.
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To the East of the city, Davis appeared much in the fashion he had vanished, out of the darkness. Bounding along with his lengthy strides he soon reached the perimeter fence of his destination. Those he had met in the wastes had whispered of this new human fortress. Rising up into the sky, unbroken and quite dangerous to visit he was told. They had powerful weapons within and soldiers enough to use them to deadly effect. The thought would give him pause, if he were coming to make war upon the people within. However he was not and as such was undaunted in the face of their guns. Assuming of course that all he had been told was true and this armoured lunchbox as some of the more predatory creatures he had discourse with were inclined to call the place, was all it was cracked up to be.
He to within a short way of what he believed to be the perimeter defences of the main entrance. Having reached such a point where he could see them when they showed themselves and they could likely already see him without him having to invade their turf. He set down his passenger and threw back his head, letting out a great howl. It was an Alpha’s howl, one designed to draw attention for it screamed, look at me, I am here, gaze upon me and know my strength… It took quite some time for the echoes to die…and across the city he even received the odd answering howl…Though they concerned him not for the now. Indeed he sought the attention of those inside the lunchbox as it were… Having knocked without touching as it were…Davis allowed the warshape to melt from his limbs, returning him to his usual human visage. In silence he quickly redressed so that he might be clothed when whoever was within came out to greet him and his wounded passenger…
OOC: Continuing on from the Night Terror thread in the Factory.
Davis simply grunted at that, just as he had grunted at her apology for bleeding upon him, the heated liquid of her veins had not even penetrated through his fur to the skin below. Not that Davis minded being covered in heated blood. There was something incredibly reassuring and empowering about being soaked in the blood of ones prey. She had wanted to know his name as well…That was a dangerous question to ask of him. He had murdered people for knowing it in the past, burned entire buildings full of records and books to erase the truth of his existence. Chances are however with her level of injury related blood loss she would have quite forgotten her question to him and thusly he would not have to kill her.
Though where he had decided to take her, it was likely they would ask of him, especially given what he had in mind. Truly, this wasteland loved him, its cannibal Lord. To have dropped such a chance as this in his lap…And to think, he mused with a wry smirk, unseen by her as she rested against him…He had not even had to lure the Outsiders into position or set them on her for that matter. She had done it all to herself and he had simply gotten to waltz in there like some big damn hero. Like he used to be in the old days when he was one of them as opposed to what he was now…Yet still, reflecting on that, he was still just as alone as he had been in the first place. For a moment as he knelt there, ensuring she was holding on tightly and that he had grasped her so that she would not be brought to further harm by his motions, Davis considered why it was he was saving her…
Her people…The humans…They meant nothing to him now. Indeed, there would come a time very soon where they as a race would scream out for heroes of Davis’s calibre, those who had defended them from the monsters in the dark for so very long, unknown and un-thanked for their sacrifices. They would cry in horror at all that was to come, they would scream out for someone to save them. Someone like Davis, a fairy tale of yesterday, now chosen to grow old but never die. They would call for him and men of his like to come to war for them once more and Davis would turn back and answer simply…He would answer…No. He after all had greater conflicts to fight and the lives of Human cattle were no longer his concern. Though this one, he saved this one because it suited him to do so for the act, seemingly so selfless would allow him a chance at gathering a vital resource that he would require in the future.
With that in mind, he rose to his not inconsiderable height and set off, bounding away from the area as only a monster of his stature could. His unnatural strength powering his great strides as he darted this way and that, spreading his scent to throw off any hunters that might come seeking them. Usually when he ran, he had no fear, for those who caught his scent knew to avoid it. But here, with a the lifeblood of a bleeding human mixing into his scent, someone or indeed something might think to get creative and thusly it was necessary that he take certain precautions… This done, Davis bounded out into the darkness, vanishing into the night as he began the long run to his destination this night with his damaged cargo held closely so that she would not fall or be jarred by the impact when he had to jump an obstacle or the like.
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To the East of the city, Davis appeared much in the fashion he had vanished, out of the darkness. Bounding along with his lengthy strides he soon reached the perimeter fence of his destination. Those he had met in the wastes had whispered of this new human fortress. Rising up into the sky, unbroken and quite dangerous to visit he was told. They had powerful weapons within and soldiers enough to use them to deadly effect. The thought would give him pause, if he were coming to make war upon the people within. However he was not and as such was undaunted in the face of their guns. Assuming of course that all he had been told was true and this armoured lunchbox as some of the more predatory creatures he had discourse with were inclined to call the place, was all it was cracked up to be.
He to within a short way of what he believed to be the perimeter defences of the main entrance. Having reached such a point where he could see them when they showed themselves and they could likely already see him without him having to invade their turf. He set down his passenger and threw back his head, letting out a great howl. It was an Alpha’s howl, one designed to draw attention for it screamed, look at me, I am here, gaze upon me and know my strength… It took quite some time for the echoes to die…and across the city he even received the odd answering howl…Though they concerned him not for the now. Indeed he sought the attention of those inside the lunchbox as it were… Having knocked without touching as it were…Davis allowed the warshape to melt from his limbs, returning him to his usual human visage. In silence he quickly redressed so that he might be clothed when whoever was within came out to greet him and his wounded passenger…
OOC: Continuing on from the Night Terror thread in the Factory.