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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC: Anna, you post with Karkat after this post. I will give Niall the signal to post somewhere within my own post, so she knows when to cue. Whenever you don't see the cue or see her name mentioned, please post. Whenever you do see her name randomly mentioned in the OOC section, then please refrain from posting until she posts. Thank you!


    IC: It had been a while since Bec Noir had made his last kill.


    He was horribly bloodthirsty, long story short, and was experiencing urges to kill those stupid teenagers who thought that they knew what they were doing. However, Bec Blanche had always prevented him from actually getting his paws and fangs onto them, so he always had to maneuver around those god tier teens before Bec Blanche had managed to get to him. Honestly, those teenagers seemed to be perfectly unkillable, which irked Bec Noir. He wanted them to die - no, scratch that, he needed them to die. Bec Blanche took support in them and vice-versa, and Bec Noir despised that fact with all of the crippling hatred in his heart. Once he took those stupid Beta and Alpha kids out, he would then have a better chance of taking Bec Blanche out, which would work to his benefit in the long run. That white wolf was such a pain, it wasn't even funny at this point. She did ruin a majority of his plans, so Bec Noir had a special hatred in his heart for her. However, other than Bec Blanche, there was someone else he wanted to take out first. Two people, to be exact, one being more important than the other.


    Bec Noir had his eyes set on one of them in particular, however. That one with...supposedly mutant blood. To be quite honest, Bec Noir didn't see what was wrong with it at first, because he had the same colored blood as the Knight of Blood. Dirk had the same blood as well as Dave, Jade, John, Jake, and quite possibly every kid out there. Bec Noir had decided to haunt the other for a while, appearing for a split second before disappearing again, fading in and out of view simply to observe what made the cabinet member so insecure of his own blood color. Eventually, after a couple of tedious days of doing nothing but spying, watching, and also controlling his extremely violent urges, Bec Noir had figured it out. That type of information had opened multiple pathways for the dangerous mutant canine and he had fun enjoying which ones to pick. He settled on a more emotionally traumatic and violent option; which would not only be traumatic for Karkat but for Dave as well. The two of them had seemed to be pretty close, as Bec Noir had inferred from his observations, and he decided to first emotionally traumatize Dave by hurting Karkat in front of him and forcing him to watch, so to speak. Then, when Bec Noir was done with Karkat, he would then move onto Dave and brutally murder him just to get two opponents out of the way. Then, he would go for John, Jake, and quite possibly Dirk, who he had heard was still alive. Bec Noir wasn't going to dare hurt Jade, however. Despite the fact that he wanted to badly, he had a strange sense of loyalty towards the girl and often acted as if he was a simply puppy again around her, which was quite embarrassing on his part. No matter. Bec Noir would find a way to get rid of her, too, even if it killed him in the process.


    The canine was currently in the midst of LunarClan's territory, his rather soulless eyes peering into the darkness that engulfed him. It was somewhere around midnight, so all was quiet for now as everyone was sleeping. Well, they were supposed to be sleeping. Bec Noir tilted his muzzle towards the air, sniffing it for any clue of where his target was; he hoped that Karkat was somewhere outside of the camp, just so Bec Noir wouldn't have to go through the trouble of dragging the horned feline out of his den and having the potential of drawing attention to himself. That might bring the blasted Bec Blanche there and Bec Noir did not feel like dealing with that good-two-shoe canine. After finally catching scent of Karkat, Bec Noir began to make his plight, slinking through the shadows as soundlessly as possible despite all of the energy that was nearly radiating off of him in waves. Oh, he had not done this in a while. Bec Noir was basically itching to hurt someone yet he forced himself to be in control of those violent urges, not wanting to risk another outburst. Spotting Karkat not far off, Bec Noir paused, deciding to create an atmosphere of dread before striking, which was quite uncharacteristic of him considering the fact that he often just went for the kill and left. This one was special, however. This one was going to be a double kill of two hard opponents that he wanted to take out once and for all.


    All Bec Noir had to do was wait. [/fancypost]


    /okee! 'v'


    another night, another nightmare.
    at this point, he was rendered an insomniac, and could barely get a wink of sleep at all without kicking and screaming and causing a scene for anyone around him. karkat lived under a subdued fear now; fear that his blood color would be exposed -- even though none of the other trolls were there to antagonize it -- since it was his biggest insecurity. all the self-loathing, all the fear and pain he felt, was all because of that one secret of his. it consumed his thoughts all the time, and it was that very secret that caused him to grow a brick wall of sorts around his deepest emotions, and the only one that had passed that barrier was dave.
    the sufferer had passed on the rare, unparralleled candy red blood, making sure that karkat was the only one to possess such a mutation. he didn't fit in anywhere, not even among his fellow trolls. red of any shade was the lowest of colors, and candy red was the lowest of them all.
    it went against his powerful and strong attributes, leaving nothing but a crabby karkat, who only wanted to prove to himself that he was strong. putting everyone down with harsh words not only shut people out, but it made him feel empowered, too. his life consisted of trying to do whatever he could to hide his blood color, and forget about it altogether. however, that was much easier said than done.
    sitting out in the chillyness of the night, karkat was on edge. this nightmare consisted of seeing a river of his own blood, and the color offended his eyes, to the point where it scared him to think about it. a black wolf was there, watching him. but, he couldn't place a name. he'd been seeing this wolf in his dreams for a while now, and it was just another fear implanted in his head, that whoever it was was out there, maybe even seeing into his dreams. in a previous one, names popped into his head. john egbert -- whom he had met in person the day before -- jade harley, and rose lalonde. whoever the others were, they were important to him somehow. they all ended up being friends of dave. but what significance did they have with him? kar suddenly felt a shiver rack up and down his spine. he felt like he was being watched. orange eyes scanned the surrounding forest, and he felt his heart thud in his ears. the silence was nearly deafening. he seemed to be frozen, waiting.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC: Oh, I almost forgot to ask! May I have permission to powerplay? I'm not going to give Karkat too big of wounds (like, I won't have Bec Noir break his bones or anything like that) unless you want me to.


    IC: Bec Noir let the silence engulf the entire area as he waited, a malicious grin spreading amongst his features as a low growl finally broke what had not been broken before. His sword was now glinting in the faint light that the moon provided, a flash of silver against the dark background, flashing every now and then as if it was a flashlight. Bec Noir then sheathed the sword back, not wanting it to be seen quite at that moment. He had to make sure that Dave was near simply to pursue his own plan of emotionally breaking the Strider and then, finally, being able to kill that blasted Knight of Time and make sure that he would never live to see himself freeze time again. He might as well kill two birds with one stone, yes? However, he had to do so quickly, so Bec Blanche would not be able to stop him in the middle of the process as she often did.


    Bec Noir circled around the area in which Karkat was located, blending right into the shadows that reached over and took over any light that was possible. Then, unable to control what was already breaking inside of him, Bec Noir hopped right out of the shadows and into the pale light that was in front of Karkat, spreading his huge ebony wings as a way of intimidation. His white, soulless eyes rested upon the cabinet member and a huge grin was plastered amongst his features, his incredibly sharp teeth glinting in the light. Oh, this was going to be fun, and he knew it. The canine stood there for a couple of seconds, taking pleasure in the moment, as it was quite obvious that he had been waiting a long time for something like this. Bec Noir already had a checklist of what he was going to do, so he didn't need any interruption. Anyways, he had been wanting and planning to do this for a while now, and his urges were growing more and more difficult to control by this point.


    All Bec Noir wanted to do was spill blood.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC | No, it's fine. You can go ahead!
    Niall will reply in the next couple of posts. I'll give a signal when.[/fancypost]


    could that be.. the wolf from his dreams?
    eyes widening, the assailant's ebony wings had unfurled, seeming to stretch across for miles. his eyes trailing down the length of the sword and then training them back on the stranger, karkat held his ground, but hissed, " WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT? " but, in the back of his mind, he knew.
    suddenly, he could place the name.
    bec noir.
    taking a step back, he lowered his head and bared his teeth. he wasn't going to give in. if he were to die, then he wouldn't go down without a fight.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]( had permission from tawney to post now lmao )


    If there was one thing that would completely set Dave off, then it was his boyfriend getting hurt by someone that the Strider despised the most. Ever since Bec Noir had flashed into their lives as if he owned them, Dave had been more than keen on getting rid of him once and for all before he hurt any of his friends. In the past, Bec Noir had not been much trouble, to be quite honest, and Dave didn't believe that he had the capability of creating the mess that everyone was going to get sucked into eventually. Of course, he did recognize the fact that Bec Noir was dangerous, but Dave had believed that he was only whenever he was provoked, which hardly ever happened in the past. Now, however, Bec Noir seemed to be on a complete rampage for a reason that not even Dave was able to figure out. Was it someone who set him off or did something in the mutant canine just...snap? Well, whatever the reason was, it certainly did not make Dave feel any better about the entire situation due to the fact that it was clear that he had not escaped the clutches of danger yet.


    Dave had woken up to the sound of complete and utter silent, which terrified him in the beginning. However, as soon as he had managed to get his bearings, he went to check on Karkat, knowing well enough at this point that his boyfriend was pretty much being haunted by nightmares that Dave didn't even know what were about. He was never really rude enough to pressure Karkat into answers even though Dave had always been quite curious. However, he had just managed to find the den empty. Maybe he took a walk? Whatever. Dave should take a walk as well, just to clear his thoughts, which were whirling around his head and mind like a tornado. So, with that knowledge in mind, the Strider left the camp, knowing that if anything happened there, he would find out as soon as possible. With the quiet night, though, Dave doubted that anything bad would happen.


    His walk was cut short. He had spiraled around the territory, taking in the silence that was most likely not even going to last for a couple of more mere minutes. However, the silence was broken as soon as Dave had heard a rather low growl cut through the air like a knife. In the beginning, Dave just thought that it was an animal being too defensive in the middle of the night, but then he realized that it sounded...familiar, almost as if he had heard it before yet just didn't remember who the owner of the voice was. Dave cautiously followed the direction in which the noise came from, being careful not to make any sounds in the process. His crimson eyes eventually fell upon two figures: one that was insanely huge with wings that seemed to scrape the sky and one smaller and more defensive looking. It didn't take a genius to figure out who those two were. Dave felt his breath hitch in his throat but he didn't dare make a sound, although he felt as if his pounding heart was doing all of the sounds at the moment. What could he do?


    Dave: Defend.


    "Yo, Noir, as much as I appreciate you showin' up, I'm not feelin' it today. How about you come back later? A week? Oh, I don't know, maybe never?" Dave began, his crimson eyes flaring behind those darkened shades of his. Dave knew that he might not be able to talk himself out of this one but maybe he might buy enough time for Karkat to run away in the meantime. Dave knew that, even though Bec Noir was outnumbered, they were not going to win. Bec Noir was insanely hard. Dave stepped out of the shadows and into the light, where he could see and be seen better. Dave then added in a more straightforward fashion, "Fuck off, dude." If Bec Noir wanted a fight, then he was going to most certainly get one. Dave wasn't afraid to fight the wolf off - okay, maybe he was, but he was willing to take any risks to keep Karkat safe, even if his own life was going to be on the line if he did so.


    /hehehe, hai


    karkat: counter-defend.


    dave?
    no way. not him. of all the people in his life, he couldn't lose dave. it would shatter him to the point of no return if he wasn't there. besides, karkat had made him promise he'd always be with him. he swore, actually. would he really ever break that swear?
    stepping in front of dave, he furrowed his brows and frowned. " DON'T. " he had demanded, his voice low and shaky. if noir was after karkat, then so be it. but, strider didn't deserve to get hurt in the process. turning to bec noir, he glared at the huge wolf, adrenaline making him fearless. " IF I'M THE ONE YOU WANT, COME AND GET ME, *HEAD! " kar practically shouted, eyes giving off a bright glow. no way in hell was he running away.
    however, he suddenly remembered. the blood.
    in his fury, he'd forgotten; in that moment, it didn't even cross his mind. *. seeming to cower, he hung his head low and sighed.



    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC: Why thank you!
    Permission to powerplay was given by both players. Just a note for myself.


    IC : If it wasn't obvious by now, Bec Noir wasn't a huge-talker. The only way he did communicate was through rather incoherent barks that often didn't make sense at all, even though he did communicate with some canines in the past. He was just defected like that and despite how frustrating it got at certain times, Bec Noir didn't care about it enough to actually attempt to change that. Anyways, it did save him a lot of angry cussing whenever he was forced to control what he wasn't supposed to control or simply what he couldn't take hold of. Did he care? No, not really. Not that the moment. Bec Noir was focused on one goal and one goal only. He needed to kill them before they went against him.


    Bec Noir had to admit, the Strider had spirit. Too bad that he didn't believe that he was as heroic as that troll girl had told him. It would be a shame to see if the Strider died believing that he wasn't one when it was quite clear that he was. Well, of course, Bec Noir would never mention anything like that and even if he did have the ability to speak the way he wanted to, he still wouldn't. The ebony wolf was silent for a moment before letting out a loud and sharp bark and pinning Dave to the ground, not wanting him to interrupt the process. Bec Noir had enough of interruptions for the time being - as long as Bec Blanche didn't come along, then Bec Noir's plan should execute perfectly. Bec then, as soon as he made sure that Dave would have no way of attacking him, unsheathed his sword, not even hesitating in slicing it along Karkat's side; it wasn't enough to kill him, no, but it was enough to hurt and draw blood. Oh, this would be so much fun.


    This was war. [/fancypost]


    before he could even react properly, there was a sharp sting in his side.
    it didn't hurt much, but that was only because his adrenaline had him so amped up. at first, he didn't even realize that he was bleeding.
    but, when he felt the wind against his flank, it was cold. there was a feeling of water flowing very slowly in little drops off of his fur. it was then that he knew.
    the very thing karkat had tried to hide for the sake of his dignity was exposed, to dave and their aggresssor. was this what noir wanted? it would seem so, the way he held the strider down like that. karkat was frozen in place, and couldn't even protest against noir pinning his boyfriend down.
    eyes wide, he looked down at his shoulder, which had a small but deep gash -- resembling his knight of blood symbol -- and sure enough, bright red liquid was running down to his paw, collecting in a tiny pool on the ground. he couldn't bring himself to look at dave. the shame he felt was indescribable.
    karkat was, undeniably, the ancestor of the sufferer.
    he didn't care if he died, now. all of his nightmares had consisted of this very thing; the humiliation of him, and the disapproval. as if he didn't get enough of that from the other trolls? even if they didn't mention it, it was always on his mind, tormenting him. noir had somehow known about his biggest insecurity. he had to have, right? to make the only one he could say he loved watch him be attacked and bleed, that must have been noir's goal.
    he'd achieved that.
    the pain had started to set in, but it was nowhere near the pain he felt inside. trembling, karkat lowered his head and just stood there. noir wasn't finished, he knew that.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Dave should have sen it coming yet he hadn't. Before he could even think of a proper reaction, he was knocked to the floor by none other than Bec Noir and was kept pinned there. At first, the cream-colored feline began to struggle, his crimson eyes flashing with warning and anger through his shades, which were miraculously still on his face even after being knocked to the ground as if he was just some unimportant toy. Dave attempted to get unpinned yet Bec Noir was extremely strong so all of his efforts were to no avail, unfortunately. The Strider stopped struggling with a scent way too familiar to him hit his nose, making him freeze. That was the metallic and sharp scent of...blood. Dave tilted his attention towards Karkat, his crimson eyes widening as soon as he realized that Bec Boir had went in for an injury. At this rate, Bec Noir would probably end up killing Karkat. But Karkat was just standing there. Why wasn't he moving? What the hell?


    "Dude, are you fucking crazy? Run! I can freeze him in time, just go!" Dave shouted to Karkat, hoping that his boyfriend would listen to him for once and actually do it. It was true, Dave could freeze Bec Noir in time long enough for Karkat to run away while he had the chance. Dave was used to doing. He used to see his own dead bodies everywhere from failed attempts on a timeline. He was used to the concept despite the fact that it terrified him every time he went through a near death moment. However, Dave was willing to take that risk. He found himself wanting to take more risks just to keep Karkat safe, which wasn't the first time he was experiencing this. He knew that there was no way that he was going to let Bec Noir do this - it was just plain unacceptable. Dave was going to do everything in his power to attempt to stop this from getting any more serious than it already was considered to be.


    It was noted that Dave didn't seem to pay any attention to the color of Karkat's blood even though it seemed like he was supposed to. Dave honestly didn't care - to him, it was completely normal. Dave, himself, had blood similar to that color. Yes, Dave had red blood. Bec Noir probably had red blood. John had red blood, and Dave was certain that Rose, Jake, Dirk, and Jade all did as well. It wasn't a problem. However, Dave was unaware of the class system that the trolls had, and even if he did find out, then he probably wouldn't even care. The entire class system that they had seemed to be so stupid. Anyways, that wasn't the point. The point was that Dave didn't care about the color of blood mainly because he had no idea what the colors meant. Hey, if red was considered to be peasant blood, then Dave wasn't any lower than Karkat on that scale.


    run?
    his body wanted to, but he remained rooted to the ground. why? the words pounding through his head made him want to stay there. lowblood scum. karkat had finally, though eerily, glanced over at his love, for once in his life looking scared as hell. scared as to what might happen next.
    he seemed to have snapped out of the transe he was in, shuffling to the left before sidestepping back right, wobbling on his paws until he regained his balance. " I'M NOT RUNNING. " he rasped, lowering his head to glare at bec noir with a courageous second-wind. " LET HIM GO, NOIR, YOU * OF A DOG! " he growled, unsheathing his claws. damn, his sickle was back in his den. next, however, karkat said something he thought he'd say: " I'M THE ONE YOU WANT, RIGHT? HURT ME INSTEAD. JUST.. DON'T TOUCH DAVE. " he chocked out, his eyes becoming glassy with red tears. was he .. crying? no way.
    " LET HIM GO. KILL ME IF YOU HAVE TO; JUST LEAVE HIM ALONE! " he practically screamed, the tears spilling down his cheeks now.



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    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]OOC: Apologies for the late reply.


    IC: Bec Noir couldn't help but grin at the event that was taking place, somehow managing to find the slightest bit of entertainment in such words. Hm, maybe this would be more interesting than he thought that it would be; oh, was it possible for him to have fun? The thought was wild and Bec Noir was ready to act it out if he needed to do so. He didn't say anything but gave a sharp bark again, refusing to release his hold on Dave as he dove in once again, this time aiming to possibly slice a cut onto Karkat's chest and possibly deliver a sharp kick which would help weaken the other male, believe it or not. Bec Noir knew that he was basically destroying the relationship the two of them appeared to have by extending it to stressful borders, but he wasn't going to be nice enough to let them have their final moments together. First, Bec Noir would get rid of Karkat and then he would finally be able to get started on someone he had been wanting to hurt ever since the two of them fought.


    Bec Noir had something against Dave. He wasn't quite certain if it was because of the younger's brother but that was a possibility. Maybe it was because of the mere fact that Dave was difficult to kill, especially with the power of time control. Bec Noir would kill for such a power because time seemed to rule all - well, technically space did, but Bec Noir knew that time came pretty close in range. The mutated wolf drew away, his own sword slick with bright red blood. Ah, how it reminded him of his own. Was Bec Blanche's the same color? Quite possibly. After getting rid of these two Knights, Bec Noir would move onto greater pastures and would have a chance of getting rid of all the kids and trolls he found to be annoying or simply obstacles that he had to get rid of. [/fancypost]


    there was another slice at him, which made him stagger backwards, but the swift kick by noir made him tumble over. kar's ears seemed to be ringing, blocking out any other noise. he didn't move at first; the pounding of his head and the pain stunned him. or, maybe, he was for once admitting defeat. being a natural born leader, how was he to be acting like this? putting it all on the line for one person? no, noir would hurt others. yet, karkat didn't think about that.
    if he had to lie down and accept his violent beating -- and accept his blood color -- to protect dave, he'd do so. that still made him a brave person, right? after a few seconds, he got up slowly onto his paws, squinting his eyes as he panted softly.
    love did this to people. it caused pain, greed, envy, lust, wrath, and pride. nearly all of the seven deadly sins. it was this very reason that he had avoided being liked as anything further than a leader figure, and he lashed out in part to that. it was better to be alone, so that no one could hurt you. you'd never have to worry about being heartbroken or losing friends. karkat used to pretty much live by this principle, although rather loosely, but gamzee was a close friend, and so was terezi. most of the trolls he considered to be friends. if anything happened to any of them, he could deny it all he wanted, but he would be deeply saddened. and if he lost dave, well, his self-loathing would be tenfold. he'd feel guilt tugging at the back of his mind every single day for the rest of his life, and he'd probably never be the same.
    anyways, karkat waited stiffly, blood oozing down in much larger amounts now, for noir to continue bashing him. maybe he was ready to die. but, no, he had to be there for dave. if he felt the same way that kar felt for him, he was certain that he'd be screwed up for life, too. so he'd stay strong, and let bec noir defeat him, solely for the possibility that dave could walk away from all of this alive.



    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]Dave had enough of this. He didn't want Karkat to die in front of him, for one thing, and he certainly didn't want to be pinned to the ground and forced to watch. Damn it, why couldn't Dave just be useful? He could always attempt to freeze Bec Noir in time but he knew that if he would attempt to do so, then Bec Noir might only hurt Karkat more, so that option was out of the question. Whatever Karkat was trying to do, it wasn't going to work because the both of them would end up dying. Well, that was what seemed to be the logical instance here, but Dave wasn't too sure about what the outcome of this was going to be. However, it didn't take a genius to realize that Karkat wouldn't get out of this alive or otherwise, Bec Noir wouldn't be pinning Dave down, almost as if he wanted Dave to witness it. That thought made him sick and the metallic scent of blood made the teen a little nauseous. He forced back bile and instead tried his hardest to think of something - anything, no matter how idiotic it seemed! Dave needed to stop this before it got too far. It was quite painful for him to watch and hear.


    "Oh my God, you fucking ass of a canine, once I get out of this, I'm going to kick your ass all the way to Timbuktu, so help me," Dave warned although he knew that Bec Noir would most likely not listen to him or just ignore him completely. The cream-colored feline attempted to wiggle out of Bec Noir's grip but the canine was pretty strong so Dave only ended up tiring himself out. However, he couldn't give up now, even if it seemed to be illogical to actually continue because there was no way that he was getting out of this. "Let fucking go of me!" Okay, maybe it was panic time. Dave's struggles went from pure determination to panic...? It wasn't panic for himself, no, but for Karkat. If Bec Noir actually did manage to kill him or worse, then Dave wouldn't know what to do, even though that there was a huge chance that he would be next. He honestly didn't care about that - hey, he had been through deaths before, so give him some credit. The concept remained to be quite scary, however, so he supposed that he wasn't fully used to it.


    "Karkat, I'll be fucking fine! He would have killed me by now! Just go, damn it!" Dave tried, yet again, to convince Karkat to run while he had the chance. He didn't even care where Karkat ran, just as long as it was out of harms away and away from both Bec Noir and himself. Dave knew how to fight, so he might be able to fight the wolf off or at least distract him long enough to actually have Karkat run away. Damn, did Karkat think that Dave would get out of this alive? Bec Noir didn't work like that. Then again, what did Dave know about the mutant wolf? He wasn't him. He was glad that he wasn't, because Bec Noir was a fucking nightmare.


    he couldn't leave him alone, nonetheless with a psycho killer. and, even if he wanted to, his injuries would most certainly slow him down when he fled. karkat wanted to believe that noir was only there for him, to kill him or otherwise, and that dave was completely unrelated to this. he didn't know, however, that he was in fact after the knight of time too.
    it was tough to hear the words said by him, since his ears still rang, but he picked up on him writhing to be let go, and as he watched, kar felt sickened, too. to see someone as strong willed as dave being kept down on the ground... if he tried to run, would bec noir injure dave? karkat had to be smart about this. so to his lover he simply shook his head, grunting weakly. if taking such a beating meant keeping dave possibly safe, he'd endure it. he had to.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;]This was way too much for one Strider to handle. Maybe Dirk would have handled this better - after all, he was the Prince of Heart, but Dave was only the Knight of Time and therefore had no idea what to do in such a situation. He could always attempt to freeze Bec Noir in time and then make sure that Karkat ran away as fast as possible. Dave was a tough opponent so he would be able to keep Bec Noir occupied for a while until the mutant canine would eventually cut his head off or whatever he wanted to do with Dave. However, it seemed as if Karkat wasn't going to cooperate with that plan, so Dave had to think of something, and fast. Bec Noir didn't leave survivors, and Dave knew well enough that even if he tried his best to prevent this from happening, Bec Noir would kill Karkat and would then do whatever with Dave. Dave didn't want it this way. He would much rather be the one in Karkat's place, just so he wouldn't be able to see what was going on. Man, at this point, he wished that he was blind and deaf, just so he wouldn't be able to witness all of what was going on. Too bad that his senses nearly always worked against him, so instead of dulling like he wanted them to, they grew sharper. If Karkat died, then Dave would be all alone. Did he want that? Hell to the no. First of all, Karkat didn't deserve this. Second of all, boyfriends were supposed to look out for each other, and Dave felt like one hell of a horrible boyfriend.


    That was enough to actually make Dave feel desperate. The cream-colored feline hadn't felt like this in a while so it was rather strange to feel despair take hold of him once again. However, he needed to get out of Bec Noir's grasp no matter what it took. Otherwise, Karkat might die right in front of him, and there was no way in hell that Dave was going to allow that to happen. Maybe he might not be able to get himself out of this mess but he could always attempt to get Karkat out of it. "Dude, let fucking go of me! For fuck's sake, just leave him alone! What did he even do to you, you fuckass?" Yes, this was Dave's form of begging. He often just spit insults and cussed his head off but it still sounded rather pathetic once you thought of it. Dave couldn't believe that he had resorted to doing this but if that was what it took, then so be it. He would risk his dignity. In fact, Dave was risking everything at the moment, including his own life. Did he seem to care? No. For some reason, Dave was thinking of Karkat first and of himself last, which was a surprise due to the fact that Dave was possibly the biggest narcissist there was in the clan.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]I'm going to bump this for now due to the fact that I have run out of time to reply for now.
    A reply will come today, however, and this is simply for my own benefit. I will post afterwards.[/fancypost]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]Bec Noir hadn't expected such a reaction from Dave - the last time he had checked, the teenager was quite chill in all situations. It seemed as if Dave had a connection to Karkat, which was strange yet believable considering the fact that Dave appeared to be getting more and more desperate by each injury. Hm. Interesting. Maybe there was a chance that Bec Noir would use that as his advantage; he could just kill Karkat brutally in front of Dave before letting grief and insanity slowly fill Dave's mind. However, despite the fact that it was a good torture idea, Bec Noir was more of a guy who physically abused others and mental abuse was out of the question considering the fact that it was incredibly slow, and Bec Noir would rather not have a slow process eat up a majority of his time. However, there were exceptions to that rule, although Bec Noir despised that certain exception. The ebony canine halted, his sword raised, his white eyes drifting towards Dave. He was curious. The upcoming Knight of Time was a curious being, and Bec Noir wasn't quite certain what to do with that information. Bec Noir dropped his sword, letting it clang to the ground, slick with red blood. He looked as if he wanted to hurt Dave for a minute but then changed his mind, heading back for the sword. He might deliver his final death blow soon, just to speed everything up. However, little did he know, his mortal enemy was about to make her appearance and ruin Bec Noir's plans yet again. He never really got a break, did he?


    Now it was time for Bec Blanche to finally make her appearance. The other mutated canine was currently up in the air, her black nose quivering as she attempted to pick up the scents of both Karkat and Dave. She needed to get to them before Bec Noir did considering the fact that she had just found out all about the notes that he had stolen from John by beating the poor Heir of Breath up. Well, later Heir of Breath. Bec Blanche was quite certain that no one had reached their Godtiers yet, so they had no idea who they were. Dave, Karkat, Jade, Jake, John, and quite possibly Roxy as well. Davesprite would most likely not be able to reach that level, although he was still an extreme help. They were expected to get them soon, however, as long as Bec Blanche didn't get to them first and kill them before they even had a chance to find out who they were. The pure white and angelical wolf lowered herself to the ground, taking a deep breath as she scented the air. It was a deathly quiet night, but that was mainly because Bec Blanche had landed in an area that was far off from where they all were. Oh dear, where were they? The canine folded her ivory wings back, taking in the night air. It was peaceful. Very peaceful. How strange. Bec Blanche hadn't remembered a time when the night was quite as still as this, yet that was due to the fact that a majority of her nights were spent hunting down Bec Noir in order to kill him and force him to bring her friends back, or at least feel the slightest bit of remorse. Bec Blanche's pitch black oculars drifted around the territory, hoping that she would be able to find the slightest of clues of where they were. At this rate, Bec Noir might have already found them, and Bec Blanche hoped that she wasn't too late. She had attempted to get to LunarClan as fast as possible, yet Bec Noir had similar powers to her and therefore knew certain tips and tricks to get him around quickly, which put Bec Blanche at a disadvantage. [/fancypost]