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Fantasy Anything Goes

With all the loud sounds she thought it funny how Tsatsu thought she wouldn't come outside. Slipping on her sneakers she jogged outside still holding the bottle of whiskey. Quickly running, she spotted where the old building was and had now been replaced with debris and slabs of what used to be the wall. "Out with another girl? Way to kill the mood, and you didn't invite me." Aileada called out to the wolf with a small smile.
 
Tsatsu jerked his head to the side and snarled at Aileada. A mere glance between them was all it took. Shinu advanced on Victoria, while Tsatsu moved towards Aileada. Neither intended to kill, and their eyes clearly showed this. But both were very much on high alert. As anyone worth their salt knew, you didn't scold a lycan in its primal state. It would take a bit of soothing to calm them down first, and this was especially true in Tsatsu's case.
 
Victoria doesn't take her eyes off the two beasts, although she focuses most of her attention on Shinu. "You two should be ashamed of yourselves."
 
Shinu advanced a bit closer as his brother wandered off beyond his field of vision. The hulking beast leaned closer, sniffing Victoria's face and hair. He knew this one, he was certain of it. But where? And why? His deep green eyes peered down at her in wary curiosity. Who was this one? Dropping to all fours, he sniffed at her hand and was puzzled even more. Why did he know what paint smelled like? And why did he associate her with the smell of the stuff?
 
Victoria takes a step back and closes her eyes tightly. She closes her wounded hand, wincing at the pain. "It's me, Shinu. It's Victoria," she whispers.
 
Shinu stepped forward, his head still ducked low and sniffing at her hand. Blood? With all the gentleness he could manage, he reached out and held her injured hand, sniffing curiously. She was wounded. But how? After a few tries, he managed to spread her hand open and saw a small puncture wound in her palm. In an act that completely contradicted his current state, he began to lick the wound. Not for the taste of blood, but because he smelled what only a doctor could have detected. The rust of a nail left to sit too long.
 
(Tetanus shots aren't fun... Just saying...)


Victoria opens her eyes and watches Shinu carefully. She had expected him to kill her, so when he didn't, a wave of relief washed over her.
 
(Yeah, no. I'm not ok with those either.)


Shinu raised his head and gazed into her eyes, towering over her despite his crouched posture. Unceremonially scooping her up in his arms, the snowy white behemoth lumbered off into the distance, with nothing but his nose to guide him. He had to find salt water soon, so the girl could tend her injury. Which left Tsatsu with a very curious predicament. Kill the heathens, or give the redhead with the fire water a once over and see what she wanted? The ebony wolf advanced closer, staring at her with eyes as blue as the moon. Whoever she was, she smelled heavenly, like pine trees after a good summer's rain. Provided she didn't try to kill him, he decided to see what would come of Aileada's arrival.
 
A man emerged from the dark, looking at the two paralyzed forms. With a wave of his hands everything seemed to freeze I time. Although everyone was currently aware of it. He made it so the dragoness, and the two lycan's were unabeo to move until he made it so they could, nothing but his magic could break it, although they could still talk and breath. "I burned your library to the ground. Do not doubt what I will and won't do, I will do the same to yours. You do not know what they fear but you will." He picked up Aria's unconcious body, who passed out from the pain hen kneeled down and broke Seranas neck. She would wake up healed but in serious pain in the next two hours. He had no need of her. As long as she breathed. "You have just commited a sad crime. You have done exactly as I planned. And Soon this town will be mine too." And then he was gone. Along with Aria. Nowhere is sight. And those that were frozen no longer were. Serana now unconcious.
 
"I didn't know lycans got so big." Aileada smirked. "So how are you feeling big guy?" She took careless strides towards Tsatsu, but was on high alert, knowing that either of them could snap at her at anytime. She stuck out her hand slowly, waiting for him to come the rest of the way.
 
(Don't really have anything to do... Since my two characters are paralyzed and nobody seems to be reacting to it. Well, by third OC took Aria, but Seranas just there... So....)
 
The ebony lycan turned and looked over his shoulder, watching Shinu lumber off into the night with the dragon girl in his arms. With a huff, he returned his attention to Aileada and looked down at her. Titling his head to the side, he slowly leaned forward and sniffed at her hand, his ears twitching as he took in her scent. He knew this one from somewhere, and that was good enough for him. Dropping down on all fours, Tsatsu began to relax his posture little by little.
 
Smiling warmly at the lycan, Aileada turned and began towards home. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned for the dark wolf to follow. "Lets head home." Her voice was soft and laced with exhaustion.
 
Ventis:


Greetings Mortals.....


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With a perplexed look on his face, Tsatsu followed after her, slowly reverting back to his human form. All told, it had been a needlessly eventful day, and provided his crimson friend hadn't consumed every drop, he was very much looking forward to that whiskey he had requested earlier. When the change was complete, he dusted himself off and cursed at the sight of his pants. Ripped and mangled beyond repair. And he'd only bought them yesterday!
 
Aileada unscrewed the cap once again, taking another swig. The alcoholic liquid burnt its way down her throat. She breathed out as she then held out the bottle for Tsatsu. "Want some?" Once he had a good grip on the bottle she let go and looked towards her house longingly. "I'm ready to just drop-" She stopped and gazed at the wolf. "Though I suppose I shouldn't be complaining."


(lol ah yes, this is what we call the act of mating)
 
Tsatsu merely shrugged and took a drink from the bottle, savoring the sweet burn of good whiskey. "I rather enjoy it, honestly. It only hurts for those of us who fight the change." He explained as he stood beside her. "Shall we get you home, then?" He inquired as he waved his hand and summoned an elegant tobacco pipe and took a few puffs. Unlike his chain smoking sibling, Tsatsu only partook of the habit when he had alcohol or after a decent fight.
 
"That'd be nice. Where are you staying? I assume only the finest hellish dimension and only one hundred percent stainless steel nails on your bed." She grinned like a fool. She then carefully took the bottle from Tsatsu and chugged a decent amount.
 
Meanwhile, already a few miles away, Shinu carried Victoria to a nearby water inlet. Thankfully, due to their location in relevance to the coast, the water would suffice. Gently placing her down on the shore, he reverted back to his human state and got to work. Tearing what little remained of his shirt, he dipped the shredded fabric into the water and let it soak for a moment. Once it was sufficient, he wraped the cloth around her injured hand and began to mutter an incantation, channeling his energy into the wound. The salty water would prevent further infection, and the prayer would cleanse any infection already lingering in her blood, but the residual pain could only be minimized.
 
Victoria winces as he puts the cloth around her hand. "I'm so clumsy," she mutters. She looks at Shinu and smiles. "Thank you."
 

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