Cruisin' for a bruisin' [p w/Nico]

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  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]He wanted to go after them. He didn't trust that Vader guy as far as he could throw him - and he had no chance of even lifting him. But Nico was herding the sailors - actually, really just him - back towards the boat. It pissed Ryan off, and he already didn't like this guy. He was meddling in shit that wasn't his business and interfering. He was probably why Lucy hadn't taken him back. "Funny how you pick and choose when to listen to her." He commented, half glancing over his shoulder.


    @Nicotine.


  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico walked just barely ahead of Ryan, his stance defensive. Trudy watched from his shoulder in confusion, not knowing the friction going on between them. Nico was tempted to just order the pet to go back to the ship herself, but he doubted Ryan would even pretend to listen to him if she wasn't around.


    "You were planning on hurting her, and it'd be better for me to get hurt then the captain." Nico responded curtly. He'd seen the strangeness in Sel's eyes when Ryan arrived, the defensive way she'd shielded Terra, Ryan was bad news. He would never admit it but Sel reminded him of Mary; intelligent but reckless, willing to party until the sun came up but refused to trust anybody so there'd be nobody to bring her home afterwards. He couldn't let Sel get hurt, especially not by a scummy tom.


    "I'm sure everybody would be appreciative if you stopped stalking her." Nico said as he rolled his shoulders. Trudy let out a chirp of alarm and clung to his neck, while keeping her neck craned up so she could look around.

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"What the hell makes you think that? I love Lucy, I wouldn't hurt her." He snapped. He loved her, he really did. She was everything to him, but now, to this new version of her, he was nothing. There had to be a way to convince her that this wasn't who she was, she was the carefree, wild, loving woman he'd been with as a human. "And it's none of your goddamn business." He still didn't understand why Nico cared so much about her, or why he was so suspicious of Ryan. "I'm not stalking her. If I were don't you think I'd be following her and not you? And are you not at all concerned about the guy she just left with? He's the one that's bad news."


    //rip my muse


  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]"People like you don't love, you leech and pretend its love." Nico snapped back and ripped up the earth below him with his claws. He snorted at Ryan's claim that it was none of his business; no, it was very much his business. Sel was his leader and his mentor, whether either of them liked it or not Nico would always be a step behind them, watching and waiting for a chance to defend her.


    "You are stalking her, but we all know you won't get away with following her out of the territory." Nico said. At Ryan's accusation of Vader Nico paused for a moment to mull it over. He didn't exactly trust Vader, but Sel trusted Vader and that meant he was a friend. "-And I'm not unconcerned, but she trusts him, and that's more then you have."

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Ryan barred his teeth, glaring at Nico. "You think you've already got me pegged, huh? And based on what? Lucy not liking me? Me trying to learn the ways of this Clan from the leader? It's not like you don't follow her around." He growled. The temptation to slam this guy's head into the ground was growing stronger and stronger by the minute.


    //muse where'd you go


  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico let out a snarl of frustration at Ryan's words and whipped around, his fur bristling. He normally didn't start fights, but this guy's blatant disregard for anything intelligent or logical was pissing him off. Or maybe he just hated Ryan's face, too fluffy and weird.


    "I know I've got you pegged, men like you are all the same." Nico snapped back. "If you truly wanted to learn, you could've learned. If you truly loved her, you wouldn't have left her! Only the most vile scum that walk the earth can spark such panic in their partner's eyes, and only the most barbaric-minded peasants would be oblivious to it!" Nico snarled, and Trudy let out a call of alarm from his shoulder before leaping off and darting into the undergrowth towards the ship. Nico felt angry at himself for scaring her, but he'd deal with that later.


    "Do you hear it, chap? My claws sing for your blood. Stand down or I'll be glad to rip you to pieces." Nico said, his voice dripping with malice; it was like a different person had replaced the kind, goofy tom. There was no welcoming warmth in his eyes, only slits of darkness that craved vengeance.


    Later, Nico would wonder what got into him. But for no, there was no room for thoughts about his own quietly deteriorating mental state.

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]//still dying at "too fluffy and weird"


    He knew a fight was coming, he knew that the tension was about to snap, and he rolled his shoulders in preparation. "You don't well me nearly well enough to have me pegged." Ryan said dismissively. "I didn't leave her! I never would have left her - don't act like you know what happened between us, because you don't." He was snarling, tension crackling in the air. "It's going to be you torn to pieces."


    //this is so bad I'm sorry


  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]//shoosh its ok and Nico is the best at insults


    Nico huffed at Ryan's conversational loop; he seemed to be falling back on the same old lines, never straying and never progressing. It was idiotic and frustrating and it made Nico want to rip him a new one more then he already did.


    He didn't bother to respond to Ryan's words, instead aiming to quickly bitchslap Ryan with his claws unsheathed; if it worked, Ryan would probably have some light claw marks drawn across his face; not enough to leave a scar or even hinder him, but enough to be annoying before they healed.

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]//use. the fucking. attack color.


    The tension snapped, and Nico was bitchslapping him. Really. Bitchslapping him, but with his claws unsheathed. Snarling, Ryan readied himself for attack. "That the best you got, motherfucker?" He demanded, launching himself at Nico and attempting to bowl him over.


  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]//fuck my life i forgot to check ill go back and edit


    Nico let out a yowl of fury as Ryan kept talking and gods he wanted to rip that douchebag's tongue out. Ryan bowled him over, but Nico didn't care; he aimed to dart up like a snake and snap his jaws around Ryan's neck while the bigger tom held him down. If successful, he'd then try to thrash around. It wasn't exactly a killing move, since Nico was trying to be careful not to pierce Ryan's throat.

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Ryan leaned his head back, avoiding the snap of Nico's jaws. Jesus Christ, what the fuck was up with the savagery around here? Since he couldn't exactly bend down and bite him, he settled for trying to dig his claws into Nico's flesh.


    //Nico gon' have to throw him off

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]//TW TO ANY STALKERS: Graphic descriptions of gore.


    Frustration surged through him as Ryan avoided his attack, filling him with more fury then he'd ever felt. He wanted to rip Ryan apart; tear off his skin and claw off his face and break every single bone in Ryan's fucking body. He wanted to decorate the jungle floor with Ryan's organs and paint a canvas with his blood.


    He didn't notice the pinpricks of pain as Ryan dug his claws into his flesh. Nico aimed to throw Ryan off using his hind legs, he knew he'd fight much better on even ground.


    //Nico: *losing it*
    Me: jesus christ

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico was successful in throwing Ryan off, and he landed heavily. "This how you pirates are? Savages fighting among yourselves? I wonder how you've survived this long." He spat, though he was hardly one to talk. He then aimed to kick dirt into Nico's face, hoping to distract or temporarily blind him.

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico snarled wordless as he sprung to his paws. The dirt in his face blinded him, but it didn't distract him; he felt like he had tunnel vision, nothing mattered outside hurting Ryan. The writhing want to rip Ryan apart grew in his mind until everything felt like static and he could only focus on his own bloodlust.


    He couldn't respond to Ryan's words; his teeth were biting down so hard on his tongue in an effort to keep himself from clawing his own flesh apart to sate the ringing in his ears. He aimed to pounce at where Ryan's voice had come from, still mostly blinded from the dirt; he could be leaping in the entirely wrong direction and he wouldn't know until he hit the ground.

  • [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Ryan dove out of the way of Nico's attack, but it wasn't enough to fully escape the attack. He was more concerned with the other having a much better idea of where he was than the injuries, though. He scrambled away, kicking rocks and dirt in different directions, hoping to confuse Nico's sense of hearing. He needed to regroup, prepare a proper attack.


    /break his nose lol