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Xander found it hard to contain the fury he felt over the confrontation. The fact his father had no qualms beating up the werewolf heir in a show of force and power, and he enjoyed it did not sit well with the prince. Salazar got what he deserved and Xander was one step closer to wanting to rip his own fathers heart out. He followed Tasha to her room, he could see every step she took, every movement she made caused her pain and when the door clicked shut, he turned to find her sliding to the floor against the wall. He was there beside her in a heartbeat. His eyes searched every inch of her exposed skin where the bruises were the worst and he raised his hand to tenderly touch her cheek. A featherlight touch but all the could risk to comfort her without aggravating her injuries. "Me? I'm fine, thoroughly pissed off, however."

She tried to stand and he could see how much agony she was in. "No, don't move." His eyes fell to the blooming black and blue bruise that was forming on her throat. The skin was raised and angry at the force used against her. His heart shattered a little as he took her in. The way she held herself, she no doubt had a broken bone or two, or a few. She needed to get off the floor. "This will hurt and I'm sorry but you can't stay down here." He reached forward, one arm slipping under the crook of her knees and the other sliding behind her and wrapping around her back. He lifted her clearly and with ease, it was not difficult at all with his vampire strength. His brow was furrowed, wrinkles pulling at his face with concern as he carried her to the bed. So much for the informative training session he had planned for her. He wasn't sure how quickly she would heal but they wouldn't be hitting the grass again until she was fully recovered. He placed her down gently, perching beside her on the mattress and quilt. He took her hand in his. The mosnter inside him was still there, riled up and pissed off, the red in his eyes did not fade away. "This is probably a silly question, but are you okay?"

They didn't get to spend as much time as Adrian wanted at his apartement before they were forced to move on. He felt uncomfortable in his own home and he couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched everytime they stepped outside. Was this how his prey felt when he was stalking them before dealing the killing blow? If it was, he did not like it. They each had a backpack of supplies. He'd made sure they would be prepared for travel, his knife in his sheah and his rifle slung across his shoulder as they walked through the trees. His grey eyes scanned the wilderness constantly, 'head on a swivel' kind of alertness to him. He wasn't sure where they were going but the best place for them to be that wasn't easy to track was out here. They'd be caught much sooner if they stayed in the cities and towns, even though there were hundreds of thousands of people but would still be picked out.

Adrian kept a constant eye on the she-wolf beside him, also. The last few days, she'd broken down the last of his walls and he now knew what that emotion was. He felt it every time she looked at him, was near him, touched him and kissed him. He couldn't help it. He was falling for her. The quiet moments they had to share together were cherished memories he would always hold close to his melting heart. Each day he woke up beside her, the colour around him grew and became brighter but only by her presence. It was then he realised his mistake. He'd let his mind wander and didn't noticed the tracks around them. They weren't fresh but this was definitely a path well-travelled. He heard the voice before he saw the source of it. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he stepped in front of Sage instinctively as the tall, dark-haired figure stepped into view.

They were surrounded and Adrian mentally kicked himself. He should have been paying more attention to their surroundings. They'd somehow wondering onto pack territory. He should have noticed the signs but he'd been too distracted with his thoughts and memories of the time he spent with Sage. When Sage stepped in front of him, he knew why. He was still wounded and even on his best day, he would have trouble taking on this many werewolves at once. Not matter how hard he trained, there was only so much a human could do before they were just simply outnumbered and overpowered.

Adrian saw him move and his eyes widened at the speed of this male. He was fast and strong. When he hooked his arm around Sage's neck and threw her against a tree, the knife was in Adrian's hand. He did not have time to grab the rilfe so instead he lunged forward at the same moment, a small twinge of pain in his side at the sudden movement. "Get your filthy mutt hands off her!" He shouted as he dropped low and managed to get one cut on the large male's thigh before multiple hand grabbed him from behind and pulled him back. His grey eyes were swirling with liquid fury. He was so focused on the male with Sage in his arms, Adrian didn't see the fist that came flying in from the side. Pain exploded in his head and his vision faded until he saw nothing but black and lost control of his body.

Adrian was getting sick of being punched in the face. This was the fourth or fifth time in little under two weeks now. He began to worry about his health and whether he would have a concussion after this one. Raised voices pierced the blackness around him and his eyes shot open when he heard her cry. The light stung his eyes and he had to blink a few times before he could taking in his surroundingds. An office of some kind. He tried to move his arms, only to find himself bound to a chair and across from him, the source of the cry. Sage. He wanted to scream in frustration but the gag in his mouth smothered any sound he could muster. He saw that same tanned, dark-haired male that ambushed them in the woods flanking his she-wolf along with another.

And then a third came into view. Tall, well-built and blonde hair. He was standing in front of Sage. Who was this guy? Adrian searched through his memories, wondering if Sage had mentioned him before. She certainly seemed to know him well but he couldn't grasp the memory. 'He means nothing to me.' Adrian looked up at that, his grey eyes trying to find her sapphire ones. The blonde man turned his attention to Adrian and the hunter could see the same blue eyes of Sage staring back at him when he looked at this male. What...? Adrian's vision faded for a moment before returning to him, this males hands clamped on his head and he knew, one quick flick and his neck would snap.

The last time Adrian had been this helpless was when his family was being slaughtered in front of him and he was powerless to stop it. He felt that now. It took Adrian a moment to register the blonde's words and before they could settle within his mind, the hunter's own knife was plunched into his shoulder. Red hot pain exploded up and down his body and he couldn't keep in the sharp cry of pain. His head dropped limp against his chest, tears burning in his eyes. Tears at the pain, at their situation, at everything. His head was being yanked up by his hair again and he finally found Sage's eyes. He had no idea what was going to happen and for the first time in a very long time, fear gripped his heart.

Adrian could barely keep his rage contained. Every time his blonde male touched her, he wanted to leap across the space between them and rip off his filthy fingers one by one. The gag in his mouth, the hunter couldn’t speak to say anything in their defence but it’s not like it would have mattered, this man was beyond reasoning. His eyes flicked to the other two men standing guard, as they held Sage back for her ... brother to play with. He didn’t understand. Were they not family, blood relations between werewolves ran thick, or so he thought.

When the blonde punched her and she fell forward landing with a heavy thud on the floor, Adrian tried at his restraints again. Nothing. They didn’t budge and the move he moved his arm, the quicker the blood flowed. He began to have flashbacks for only a few days before, when Sage herself had picked him up when he was wounded and beat him across the face while he was bleeding out. He saw the connection her. Yes, she was angry and upset at him but Adrian could see now they were blood-related. It didn’t stop him from trying to break free though. His eyes met her sapphire ones and he could see the pain and fear in them, they mirrored his own.

Rage filled him when her brother forced Sage to kiss him, telling them he wanted to see it. His eyes begged her not too. She didn’t have to give in too his demands but she climbed into his lap and pressed her lips to his after pulling down the gag. Tears burned in the back of his eyes. He took the moment to show her it would be alright through the kiss. His lips were soft and gentle, promising her that whatever happened, they’d get through it. Together. He pulled back then, his grey eyes burning like liquid mercury as he turned to this Fenris. “You are a fucking psychopath.” He spat, hatred and venom lacing his words, and the promise of violence, should Adrian ever get free of his bonds.

((Yeah, I gotta admit, I downloaded the app just to watch them now ^_^))

Elias finally fell silent as he trudged his way through the woods. Every now and then, he’d feel a prodding in his back, or a one or two worded direction to follow. He didn’t feel comfortable with the mercenary at his back, he couldn’t see if anything was coming his way. Like maybe... a knife in his back. The cold settled in further and the boy felt like he was going to freeze to death. He hugged himself as best he could to keep warm as they walked but he couldn’t stop the chattering of his teeth. Why was it so damned cold? And all these trees and shadows under the moonlight made him jump at every sound as they passed by. How much longer? He sighed through his nose. The throbbing in his arm was still there and the skin around his broken bone was tight and discoloured.

Then he saw it, the small house through the trees and the flowers surround it in the tree line around the clearing. It was a beautiful sight, if only because it meant he could stop walking and get inside where it would be warm. He couldn’t make out much detail about the place, not without his glasses. Damn. What was he going to do about that. He got headaches when he went without using them for too long, his eyes just couldn’t focus on the things I’m front of him properly. When the man stepped up in front of him to unlock the door, Elias stayed where he was. Something stopped him from coming up the steps and entering the cottage. “You don’t really have a head in your fridge, do you?” He swallowed hard as he tried to peer inside from where he stood out. He turned his gaze to the man. “And do I seriously look like someone who could kill another person?” The conversation had ended almost an hour ago and Elias knew what he was doing but he couldn’t stop the words from slipping out. His gut was telling him not to go inside, even though he yearned to be out of this cold. He was stalling.

Adrian landed with a heavy thud in the cage, the breath knocked out of him. He was no longer bound but he didn't sit up, not yet. He rolled onto his side, his now good shoulder and couldn't keep the groan of pain back. He physically hurt all over. His chest was burning, no doubt the result of being kicked and beaten when they'd been jumped by the werewolves before being brought too... wherever this was. He lifted his gaze to meet Sage's as she shifted over to him. He was physically hurt but he could see the unfathomable emotionally scars she was now dealing with. His injuries instantly forgotten, Adrian sat up and wrapped his good arm around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "No, no..." He cooed, strocking her hair. He was not aware of anything else in the barn with them but if they were being watched, he paid them no mind.

He coughed as he breathed in, his lungs felt like they had liquid stuck in them. "None of this is your fault." He held her there like that for a while, his eyes unfocused as he stared over her shoulder and out into the barn. It stank, like what, he wasn't sure he wanted to find out. He pulled back, wiping his bloodied hand on his jeans before placing his hands on each side of her face with a tender touch, searching her eyes. "Look at me, Sage. We don't get to choose our family." He shifted back, so he was leaning against the bars of the back of the cage, pulling her along with him. "You'll get through this, I promise. No matter what happens, I'll make sure you get out." It was a promise. One he intended to keep.

Elias eyed the man, not sure he believed him. He was different now to the man who had first found him in that ditch. Elias couldn't stop the words echoing through his mind. 'You’re a child, a boy. You should respect those who are superior to you.' His gaze flicked from the man to the open doorway and back again. He was afraid but the biting cold was making him shiver and if he could get even a scrap of free food, did it matter who's house he spent the night in? "No, I'm coming." He mummbled and took the small set of stairs up to stand beside the man. He suddenly didn't feel like talking and when he passed through the threshold, he had a feeling he should have tried running. No matter what this man could say to him, it didn't change the fact he'd hunted Elias down for hours and enjoyed it.

The boy felt a second wave of exhaustion pass through him and he wanted to plop down on the floor where he stood and curl up into a ball and go to sleep. His entire body hurt, he was filthy, cold and hungry. His feet ached they nothing he'd ever experienced before. He wondered how this man could do something like this a not look fatigued? He padded forward through the dark house, he had no idea where to go and he couldn't see anything well to try and find his way around. So he waited for the mercenary to follow him in, shut the door and heard the locks click into place. This cottage was probably locked up tightered than Frot Knox. Any hope he had of a possible escape would have to wait, for now, he did need help.

"Why do you live out here in the middle of nowhere?" That nervous jittering was coming back to him now and he bit his lip. His shoulders were hunched inward and he followed the man to wherever he was leading the boy. "Also, what about those other men that were with you? Won't they come looking for you?" He didn't really care for the answer, he just needed to hear words to fill the silence. This house was quiet and he didn't like that.

Adrian stared at her as she pulled away and got to her feet. She stepped away from him and his arms dropped into his lap. He instantly missed her company and the warmth her embrace held. The cold that wrapped its arms around him was unwanted. Was it the air in the barn that was cold? Or was it him? He glanced down and noticed a concerning amount of blood staining his arm from the wound in his shoulder. Stabbed with his own knife. A dark storm of anger settled in his features as he listened to Sage. "And what makes you think I could walk out of here and leave you behind. Maybe I don't want to live without you either." He interrupted her before she could finish.

He got to his feet, using the bars behind him to pull him up. His shoulder screamed in protest as his torn muscle worked to support his body weight. He was lucky he didn't have any broken bones, though his jaw certainly felt like it should be broken. He shuffled toward her, reaching out to spin her around to face him. He understood what she was feeling and when she finished talking, his eyes widened at the revelation in her words. She didn't seem to have noticed and why would she, the distress of the situation was no doubt eating away at her. "What's that? You're not going to watch someone else you love die?" A smirk pulled at his lips. "Oh, you didn't have to wait until we were in a life or death situation to say something like that, Wolf Girl."

They both look great, I’ll have le princess form up later day after I finish work, then I’ll post the thread and we can get started

It pleased the vampire prince to hear her teasing him and although a faint smile appeared on his face, it did not reach his eyes. Worry gnawed at him. His fathers foolish actions, Tasha's injuries how this might affect the treaty when Udolph found out in a few days and most of all, why he hadn't interupted the fight sooner. He did not know Tasha's father well enough to even begin to prepare for what might unfold but he could guess the alpha would question Xander's hesitation. The vampire himself was criticising his actions. What had Salazar been thinking? Xander knew he would have bitten Tasha, the prince could see it in his fathers eyes. That look is what snapped Xander out of whatever it was keeping him still. What he did not know, is how far Salazar was going to take it. Would he have just stopped at one bite, or would he have gone in for the kill? Xander was glad he didn't find out.

Her words brought Xander's mind back into focus and he blinked, running his eyes over her again and wishing there was something he could do for her. But he couldn't take away her pain, he could even heal her. All those stories about vampire blood having healing properties was complete fiction. "You shouldn't be in this position right now." He stood up, his hand slipping from Tasha's grip and began pacing beside the bed when she spoke about her injuries. He turned to face her for a moment before continuing on the track he would no doubt wear into the carpet. "I should have stopped it sooner. I should never have let that happen." His eyes met hers then. "Tasha, I'm sorry."

He heard her explain what happened with the wolf. The losing of control and the beast chosing to defend Xander of its own free will. He heard but he didn't listen. He was too busy mulling over every moment of that fight. He saw and heard every hit land and the bones that broke, snapped loud in his ears. It wasn't until a few moments after she fell quiet that her words sunk in and he found the meaning behind them. 'The wolf cares about you, Xander.' What? No, that couldn't be right. They were mortal enemies. Those two parts of them did not like each other, it was what drove vampire and werewolves too hating each other. "How can I believe that might be true? After what just happened, I don't see why any of your pack's wolves would see me the way yours does. Tasha... I stood by and let him do that too you. I heard your bones breaking and I did nothing." The guilt was tearing away inside him. Guilt and rage and disappointment. He didn't even realise his eyes darken with more red and his fangs began pushing from his gums. This was the least control he'd had over his monster since Tasha arrived.

Her words were like a melody that was written just for him. He pulled her into his embrace again with her head resting on his good shoulder, his arm wrapped around her and his hand holding the back of her head. Her emotions were all over the place and he couldn't blame her for wanting to protect him from her former pack and brother. The was clearly some history there and although he wanted her to confide in him about anything, he also knew not to push her on the subject. He hoped she knew she could tell him when she was ready. "Sage, if you keep waiting for the right moment, it will never come. The only right time is in the moment." He held her firmly in this one-armed hugged.

He was terrified of her brothers plans for them. He honestly didn't know what this werewolf was capable off but he had no doubt this alpha would use Adrian against his sister as a new torture plaything. He was wounded again and he may be weaker than these wolves but that didn't stop the protective instinct he had for this she-wolf... his she-wolf. "It doesn't matter what happens here or what this pack wants to do with us, Sage. You fit so perfectly in the lonely hole I've had in my life since I was thrown at into the world at 11-years-old. You are my Wolf Girl, never forget that." He couldn't bring himself to say the words she had, he wasn't sure why, the feeling was there clear as day. He was ready to throw himself in front of her brother to protect her. If that wasn't love, then he didn't know what was.

Okay, so I'm not a huge fan of detailed forms and prefer to discover my characters through RP, so here's a lil something basic:

The hunter managed to coax the she-wolf to settle back down with him. He felt dizzy standing up for too long, no doubt due to this second round of blood loss in the last few days. He held Sage, stroking her hair and occasionally whispering sweet nothings to her in an attempt to calm her mind and distract her from this situation. Eventually he found sleep, though it was a cold and fitful sleep. He was pulled from his sleep when Sage left his arms, moving toward the bars at the front of their cage. Someone was coming. In the darkness, his human eyes couldn't make out much but he recognised the voice as the same werewolf that spoke to them in the woods. Thorn, was his name? Adrian couldn't remember, his mind was a bit fuzzy on certain details. He listened quietly to their conversation, not having the energy nor the patience to get involved.

Try as she might to sway the beta, it seemed they would have no allies here. When the dark-haired male left, Adrian's eyes fell to the bowls at Sage's feet. He was terribly hungry and could feel his stomach gnawing at him from the inside. He had no idea what it was and wondered if it was something special from Sage's brother. He seemed like the type to play sadistic tricks with them. "What did he bring?" He asked her softly. He had not the energy to get up and have a look himself, so he waited for Sage to answer and bring the bowls over. "Do you know that one well?"

Aight. Imma go ahead and make the thread, with an opening post, if you guys are ready to dive straight in?

I'm really excited to see how they will all fit together, this will be very interesting.

Adrian eyed the bowl when she brought it over. He gave it a sniff. The hunter wasn't a big fan of small game meat. He found it tough and stringy, and it didn't usually sit well in his stomach. For someone who was always travelling and on the move, he could be a picky eater. But hunger clawed at him now and he wasn't stupid enough to refuse to eat. They would need their energy for the coming days... or weeks, ahead. However long Sage's brother decided to keep them. The hunter would need his strength to survive whatever Sage was so frightened of happening.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls. It wasn't particularly tasty but it was also no terrible. At the end of the day, food was food. He did pick through it though, just to make sure there weren't any hidden surprised. His attention was pulled away when Sage threw her bowl and was sick on the other side of the cell. Immediately his own hunger was forgotten and he was kneeling next to her, pulling her hair back from her face as she burried her face in her hands. He had no more words of comfort to offer her, so he rubbed her back with his hand, in firm circles. He wanted to ask her what was on her mind, but he didn't want to dig too much into the emotional pain she was feeling. He was curious but also respectful of her personal thoughts. He truly did not know how to make any of this better, there was so much history between these people, he was at a loss. "Sage, what can I do to help you? I don't know..." He trailed off. He truly didn't know what he could do for her, trapped inside this cage where he couldn't get them away and free.

Xander stood still when she slipped downt he side of the bed and stepped over to him, he could see how painful it was for her to do. Her blue eyes trapped his, ordering him to listen and he found could not look away. The commanding presence she had at that moment was almost calming. The prince was overreacting, he knew that. But the creature inside him, the one that demanded blood, was in control of his emotions. A most dangerous place for a vampire to be. It made them reckless and unpredictable. Her hands captured his, her firm grip reassuring him. She would be okay, with time her body would heal but this was just another strike against his father. Another reason for Xander to hate him... and hate he did.

Her voice was gentle but strong. Commanding. Very much the alpha she was quickly turning into. "No, you're right." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Why are you always right...?" It was more of a absentminded statement that he didn't expect her to answer. He forced his tense body to relax under her touch and when she lifted his hand to her face, he brushed her cheek with his thumb softly. "Tasha, I hate to think what your father will do. He is taking a risk placing you on our care, my care. What little trust he may have had, if any at all, will be gone now. Iw ouldn't blame him if he turned his back on this treaty." He lowered his gaze. For the first time in this life, he was afraid to witness the possible wrath of the werewolf alpha, or both Tash's parents and her pack. She was precious to them, all of them. She was precious to Xander and though her words calmed him for the moment, he still couldn't shake the guilt.

He felt her trembling when she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. He glanced over her shoulder, his gaze constantly flicking between the bed and the door. He half expected someone to burst in and drag them before Salazar for some form of punishment. But that would not go well, Xander would make sure of it. He held her against him, his arms slipping around her back and he took a small step forward, moving them back toward the bed. She needed rest, not to be on her feet comforting him. He should be looking after her right now. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay in here the night and make sure no-one comes around. Right now, I don't trust anyone in this mansion."

All Adrian could do was hold her. Locked in here he was powerless. If he were able to get out and get his hand on his knife, he may have been able to do something for her, even if it meant doing the worst and spilling more of her families blood in their house. For her mind and soul, he would do the deed that would free her from her brother. He was excellent at killing werewolves afterall. Not so much capturing them. His track record for that was messy, he fell in love with the one he captured. The hunter just held her, rubbed her back and stroked her hair, offering her warmth to hide herself away in. "Never." He cooed, his voice a low whisper. "I'll never let you go. I promise."

The rest of the night passed uneventful, to Adrian's surprise. He'd expected to see someone, anyone else come to check on them. He'd held Sage all through the night, barely getting any sleep himself. He couldn't let himself close his eyes, not when they were in such a dangerous place. He had to watch over her and make sure her mind got the rest it needed. The cold air of the barn seeped into his skin, chilling him to the bone but for where his body was in contact with Sage's. They did their best to keep each other warm. The sounds of the morning came soon after and he hadn't expected to hear the birds and insects awaken and great the day like it was normal. Like they weren't trapped in a caged cell, waiting to be tormented. His shoulder was stiff and ached, the open wound burning like he'd been branded with a hot fire poker. His bullet wound was also sore, though not as much anymore. He wondered what else Fenris would do to him. Adrian had a feeling the alpha was only getting started. He whispered a soft good morning, when Sage began to stir, continuing to hold her close.

Poisonberry Israel Here it is. I am just gonna dive straight in with Kenna arriving at this town. Feel free to start as far back as you guys want, either before or after coming to this place as well ^_^

Also, gonna link the other thread here so we can chat and plot in there if we need too <3

kestrel 'KENNA' morrighan

Xander concentrated on his breathing as he walked Tasha back to the bed. He focused on bringing his heart rate down, which would then allow him to push that dark, powerful part of him back to where it belonged; deep inside where no one could see it and he had complete control. The red slowly faded from his eyes, along with the needle sharp fangs that retracted into his gums. Being so badly worked up right now would do nothing to help them. As he began to settle, he focused on Tasha’s voice, listening to her words carefully.

“Let’s hope nothing too drastic comes of this, though my father needs to be taught a valuable lesson in hospitality.” He motioned for Tasha to get back onto the bed, helping her up. She would mostly likely be there for the rest of the day and possibly even tomorrow and the day after. It all depended on how she was feeling, he guessed. Xander needed to organise with the servants to prepare her meals separately, to be brought here for her to eat in peace. He was not going to make her come have dinner with his family, he didn’t want her anywhere near Salazar, and there was a good chance he would show up tonight.

Xander took her hand again and gave it a small squeeze when she was once again laying in the bed, hopefully somewhat comfortable. A frown pulled at his lips at her last words. Not because he was upset or disappointed but because he wanted- no needed to keep an eye on her. It was that obsessive part of his vampire kicking in, demanding he not let her out of his sight while she was in this injured and broken state. “No, it’s fine. I understand what that would mean, I only want to keep an eye on you but I can do that just as well from outside the room too.” He respected her enough not to push her or force her into agreeing and letting him stay. He ignored that urge that came from the creature deep down. “Can I at least get you something for your pain?”