The Beast goes out to Hunt (Krystin)

[Dirk the Warrior]

It was almost the full-moon, the lycans and were-wolves are feeling near their strongest tonight, the blood-lust almost to much to bear at times. Tonight, Folgir was out on the hunt, for what, he did not know, but he did it alone, without the help of his pack. The massive Lycan strolled through the park, listening to the sounds of late nighters. His heavy boots made dull thuds as his foot prints were huge craters. The moon gleamed in his eye, his single and only blue eye. It roved around in the darkness, looking this way and that, his supernatural senses as sharp as ever. The Ex-soldier stopped in the middle of a small field, his powerful nose catching a whiff of something, his brow furrowed as he tried to determine the scent. He crouched low to the ground, ripping up a part of the ground and bringing it to his nose. Then it hit him, this was the scent of angels! Angels always interested Folgir, a long time ago when he was still human, he believed in angels. Now that he was a Lycan, he knew they to be real, but he had never seen one before, only by their scent.

Going into stealth mode, he remained low, crawling on all fours, he stalked across the ground like a shadow in the night. Using his nose to follow the Angel's scent, the massive Lycan became focused on it, this was what he was out for, he was out to find an Angel. The scent passed under an old oak tree, and Folgir ceased his tracking, his ears picking up the sounds of something in the distance. He remained statue-like, crouching low in the shadows, his one eye gazing over the scene before him, his entire body ready to pounce like a snake waiting for the mouse to get close enough. Then, off in the distance, he caught sight of movement, and he sank even lower to the ground, digging his nails deep into the soft earth, he would wait, until it came to him.

((So terrible, My teeth were bothering me so it kinda killed my muse))

[Krystin]

{{Tis fine, I can work with it}}

Krystin smiled. She loved Etanepitas compared to Noctum. Etanepitas was so much lovelier. Needless to say Noctum had to many bad memories. Ones that she hoped wouldn't follow her there. She was once again masterless. Since Noctum burned, so did her last master, Nico. He was never rude, or mean to her. He did threaten her once. But of course he wanted to keep what he paid for. Along with killing multiple lycans. Remembering that night hurt her. She decided that she wasn't going to remember anything before Etanepitas. Otherwise it would bring back the pain. Krystin was skipping through the field. Even though it had been eleven months since Noctum burned. She took her time getting here. She traveled to other countries surrounding the world, and for some reason this city pulled her to stay. Probably because of the fact that majority of Noctum was here, along with the slavery following them.

Krystin had just passed a giant oak tree when she finally stopped skipping, and smiled. She felt like a kid again, when everything was perfect. She missed those times. The only thing she really didn't miss about those times were the long dresses and skirts, along with the corsets. Although she only got to the age of twenty before she had died, she still felt some comfort in wearing a corset. Although this night her body was only adorned by a tight black tube top, tight black jeans, and small black flats. Although usually white angels were seen wearing white, she was trying not to be near anyone else. She figured wearing black would let her blend into the night, while white would make her stand out.

She looked up at the sky, the full moon was beautiful. She loved the moon, and before Noctum burned you would usually find her outside during the night, whether by herself or with Hiro. Hiro. She looked down. Just remembering his name hurt her. She loved him. Not anymore, he was the one thing that hurt her, more than physical pain. She leaned against a smaller tree. Her wings slightly loose from her body, and making it just comfortable enough to lean against the tree. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. She didn't want to deal with these feelings. She wished that they would just go away, but that didn't work.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The beast watched as the angel came into view, skipping of all things. He remained still as a statue, something had come over him that it removed all traces of the beast within. Folgir relaxed, letting his fingers flatten out along the grass, all the thirst for the hunt washing away from his body. Somehow, seeing the angel calmed Folgir, not like after a fresh kill where it was a thrill, or that storm that raged when on the battle-field. No this, this was nothing, to thrill, no storm, just peace. Folgir have chuckled to himself, the word peace was a word he had never heard in a hundred years, there wasn’t much peace in a Lycan’s life, there wasn’t much in a human’s either. Folgir knew he could harm this beautiful creature, never on his life. Feeling satisfied, he arose to take his leave, freezing once again as the sound of engines reached his sharp ears.

His head snapped in the direction of the noise, and he caught sight of at least 8 ATV’s roaring through the park. Folgir knew them right away as members from his gang, out of this night even though he ordered everyone to stay underground, it made Folgir’s throat rumble with his deep menacing growl. They were only young Lycan’s, recently turned at the last new-moon, nothing but a bunch of over powered humans really, they were feeling the moons power for the very first time, and they were crazed by the beast within. He cracked his knuckles, it was time to discipline the green recruits, but then he noticed the Angel take flight, and he filled with dread. The young Lycan’s yelped and whooped at the Angel, taking shots at her with their sidearm, Folgir saw her get hit in the wings, and the Angel staggered to keep in flight before a Lycan grabbed her ankle and yanked her down to the ground. They turned their ATV’s around and began circling her, still yelping like wild animals, until they slowed down and stopped their vehicles. Three of them jumped off and advanced on the Angel, but they never got three steps when one of the others yelled out in fright.

Leaping over everyone’s head, Folgir landed on one of the Lycan’s back and forced him down by standing on his neck, then backhanding the next nearest one before picking up the last one by the head and flinging him into one of the bikes. Slamming his knee down into what was the leader of the little pack, Folgir took a fist full of the Lycan’s hair and pulled back, glaring at the young Lycan with his bright blue eye. ”Has mah pack started recruiting nathing but fucking savages! WUT ARE YA DOING ‘ERE?” He shouted into the frightened pup’s face.

B-b-boss!? We were-“
”Ah know wat ya were doing.” Folgir hissed, baring his jagged and filed teeth. ”Ah won’t ‘ave it in mah pack! If Ah ever catch ya doing this ever again, Ah will cut yer fucking ‘ead off! UNDERSTAND!?” To make his point clear, Folgir smashed the Lycan’s head off the ground several times, breaking several bones in his face before letting him blubber out his answer. ”y-yes boss.”
“Hey boss, she could fetch a nice price on the market” another piped up.

”Good idea, now git outta mah sight!” Folgir roared and kicked the Lycan in the ass, the rest tearing off on their bikes to leave the boss alone with the Angel. Glaring back at her, Folgir unwound a piece of rope from a loop in his belt. ”Ah’m sorreh, but ya gotta have ta come with meh.”

[Krystin]

Krystin looked towards the noise. So much for relaxing., She knew this town wasn't going to be any different from what Noctum had been. Full of slavery, hungry lycans, and menacing vampires. Krystin didn't want to deal with it. She quickly unfolded her wings more as they got closer, taking a step towards their ATV's to make sure that she was far enough away from the tree so that the branches wouldn't catch her wings she flew off. She looked down as she watched them pull out guns. "Shit" she mumbled under her breath.

Krystin heard multiple shots go off. She dodged one, but as she dodged one, the others hit. Her right wing was hit twice. Blowing two small holes through the wing. She felt small bursts of air going through the holes every time she flapped her wings. She wouldn't be able to stay airborne. She slowly lowered herself closer to the ground, hoping to get farther from the lycans. As she was about 4 feet from the ground she felt a hand clasp around her ankle. She looked down just as he flung her to the ground.

Krystin sat up on the ground, closing her wings in closely to her back. She wasn't going to take the risk that one of them would rip her wing off with their ATV. She couldn't heal these wounds, they were through her wing, and a major problem, not just a cut. She could heal a cut, no matter how deep. A hole in her wing, she could not heal. Krystin watched as they circled her. Soon enough they stopped their vehicles and jumped off, three advancing on her. She tried to move away from them, but one had moved behind her and stopped her.

Krystin watched as another lycan stopped the one in front of her and stood on his neck. She looked up at the one behind her and saw him go flying into one of the vehicles. Krystin watched as the one that had saved her began yelling at the others. She pulled her knees up to her body and leaned her head into her arms. She didn't want to see the obvious violence that was going to happen. All lycans were violent. In their own way that is. Hiro was even violent. Constantly building up his army, and fighting the vampires. She still loved him though. She let a tear fall. The lycans wouldn't know whether it was from them, or what she was thinking.

She heard them get on their vehicles and leave. She hoped that all of them did. "Ah’m sorreh, but ya gotta have ta come with meh.” So one hadn't left. Krystin shook her head. She wasn't going to move. There was pain shooting up her wing, and into her back. She was content staying where she was, even if someone else would come for her. She knew that some other lycan or vampire would be drawn by the small delicate scent of angel blood.

[Dirk the Warrior]

He was still furious with the young Lycan's that it transferred through his voice, unwillingly sounding more threatening than he meant to be. Folgir sighed and tied the Angel's wrists together firmly, but not tightly, and left a bit of a lead so she couldn't just run away. Folgir watched as the bikers faded away, and waited until their sounds died off into the night before he made any movement. "Ah'm sorry fer their behavior." He said as calmly as he could, but the angel had no intentions to talk with him, he could see it in her face. Standing up, Folgir gently pulled her up to her own feet and led her off across the park. Following the strange twisted path that he came, Folgir using his own scent as a guide, leading himself back to where he started this whole hunt. He didn't have any intentions of capturing anything tonight, but now it seemed that fate liked to taunt him. "Mah name is Folgir." he grumbled, trying to break the tense silence between the Angel and himself. "People call meh Fol fer short."

Their base was located near the park, for it was a wide and expansive place for the Lycan's to run under the cover of darkness, Folgir could hear the soft rumble of the ATV's rolling into the garage, at least he knocked some sense into them. But what was he going to do about this Angel he now had on a leash, if they kept her, then she was likely to become the gang's new toy, and if he sold her, despite the money they would likely get, she was no better off. If Folgir released her, and came back empty handed, the gang would get suspicious of him, and more and more challenges would arise. The grizzled war veteran sighed and scratched the side of his head in frustration.

[Krystin]

Krystin heard the lycan sigh and then tie her wrists together with the rope that he had brought. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't fly, not with two holes in her wing. She didn't know how to fight, she hated it when people fought, she hated violence. That was probably why she was always a slave, naive, young, and defenseless. She could defend herself, but mostly by flying away, with guns, she would lose. She had no idea how to even use a weapon. Krystin felt him pull her up. She looked up at him for a second before returning her gaze to the ground.

Krystin followed behind him. When he stated that his name was Folgir, she just merely nodded. "Krystin" she said softly, almost inaudible. Krystin looked up again when they neared this building and she heard the same vehicles moving into the building. Krystin stopped moving. She wasn't going into the same building that they were in. She felt him keep moving, and in turn the rope began pulling on her wrist. She felt the rough rope rub against her skin, if it didn't stop she knew that it would leave a burn, and possibly make her bleed.

[Dirk the Warrior]

Fol felt the rope go tight, and he looked back at Krystin who had stopped following, and he growled quietly to himself before yanking on the rope to haul her forwards, thankfully the ropes weren't very tight that it didn't hurt too much when he did. Still, the pull was enough to send a message to her that he wasn't playing around, and he continued on, even if he had to carry her himself, which would be awkward with her wings and all. He led her down a crude path and out onto a street on the parks opposite end, a warehouse sat on the other side, several people stood outside, watching as Folgir returned with the Angel. They too, whooped and hollered vulgar and obscene shouts at Krystin, Folgir however ignored them and simply walked by with the frightened Angel. Once inside, the warehouse was very humid and dark, off in the distance one could hear the sounds of a whining infant, but most of all, it smelled of Lycan's. The warehouse was like a city inside a city, people laid about doing their own thing, stopping to gawk at Krystin as she passed with the Boss. There was more whoops and hollering as some of the Lycan's glared lustfully at Kyrstin, licking their chops in anticipation of some sick twisted game they'd play with her had they gotten the chance.

There was a second floor to the warehouse, as Folgir ascended two flights of steps, they came to a cat-walk that over looked much of the warehouse. There were also stairs down, but they led to the catacombs, and not many dared to enter there unless they had to. Folgir brought Krystin to a sturdy door, one with many various locks upon it, which he unlocked with a single key and opened it, forcing Krystin through first. The room, was a pleasant sight to the rest of the place, it didn't stink like Lycans, it was well furnished, with a large soft bed opposite the door, it even had its own bathroom. In the far corner, was a ladder leading up into the ceiling where a trap-door lay. Folgir set Krystin down onto the bet and untied her hands, "This is were yew'll stay until Ah can think 'f wat to doo wit ya." Fol said and walked back towards the door, before he left however, he indicated the many locks on the door. "Ah suggest yew lock yon door after Ah leave from now on." He said and slammed the door shut behind him.

[Krystin]

Krystin felt him yank her forward. She had no choice but to move towards the building. Although she didn't want to go in, so the rope was constantly tight. As she stepped onto the street she saw the several people waiting for her. She heard their vulgar language and rolled her eyes. New lycans, Krystin walked pasted them with Folgir. the new lycans grabbed out towards her and she just inched away from them. As soon as Krystin passed the threshold she felt the humidity hit her like a wall. She wasn't use to climates like this. She was use to open, clean environments. The whole place smelt like lycans.

Krystin followed Folgir up the stairs. She wondered where he was taking her, but she would find out soon. Hopefully. She just hoped that this wouldn't turn out how it did with Kayen. Krystin watched as he stopped and unlocked a door. She walked in after he unlocked it. She noticed that the door was covered in locks. She wondered why but her thought was interrupted when he took the rope off of her wrists. Krystin crawled further back on the bed after he untied her hands. She didn't want to be near him, or any of the other lycans. Krystin watched him leave. He wanted her to lock the door.

She didn't move for a while. After she heard no footsteps near her door for about 5 minutes she stood up and walked towards the door. Krystin put her hand on the first lock, a chain, as she went to put into the part on the door, she felt the door knob turn and the door begin to open. She leaned against the wall as much as she could comfortably without hurting her wing even more. She watched as a lycan, the one that had stood behind her when everything was happening at the park, scanned the room looking for her, before closing the door while he walked towards the bed.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The Lycan had waited until the boss had left, watched as he descended the stairs and headed off towards the kitchen area, with what happened tonight it was unlikely that he had eaten. Sneaking upstairs to his room, no one was allowed in his room, but he had to see the angel that he had shot down. It was silent in his room, the Angel wasn't resting on the bed. Slipping inside he quietly shut the door and stalked towards the bed, still unaware of the Angel that was only feet behind him, what a dumb Lycan. He noticed the ladder to the ceiling; perhaps she climbed out there, odd to have a ladder to the roof. As he stepped towards the ladder however, a slight shuffle from behind caught his ear, and he whirled around to see the Angel standing there behind the door. His eyes widened in wonder, he gazed at her in amazement, like a dumbstruck pup, her fragrance hitting his nose, overpowering his weak little mind. His gaze ran down her body, and his mind twisted into evil thoughts. The boss wouldn’t be around for a while, it wouldn’t hurt to take what was his, an evil smirk came over his features, and he advanced on Krystin. Grabbing her tightly by the throat, he pinned her to the wall, leaning in he breathed in more of her scent, so intoxicating to him. He ran his free hand down her body, stopping to grab her breast, squeezing and digging in with his nails, but it wasn’t the same and he took a hold of the tube top and ripped it from her body like it was paper. Squeezing her breast again, digging painfully into the soft flesh with his nails. ”So innocent looking… I bet yer nice and tight.” He whispered before flinging her at the bed.

Folgir had indeed went to the kitchen area, in fact, he went right to the kitchen and warmed up a bowl of home made soup, with potatoes, carrots, and beef chunks, and a tasty broth, it only took 5 minutes with the stove turned on high. It was then, that he noticed the gang of young Lycan’s from before, they were always stuck together in a group, however there was one missing, and that made Fol worry. Once the soup was warmed, he tossed it into a bowl and headed back for his room. His eyes scanning the crowds for the missing Lycan, Fol could pick anyone out of a crowd, but he wasn’t there. Folgir snorted in disgust, looking up towards his door, he took a leap off a few crates and landed on the catwalk. He kicked open the door to see the young Lycan in his room, with Krystin laying naked on his bed, fire built up in his chest. The Lycan looked fearfully his boss, who bounded across the room and smashed the young Lycan across the head. Picking him up by the head, Fol smashed his knee into the Lycan’s face and drug him to the catwalk. ”AH WARNED YEW! AH WILL NOT HAVE ANIMALS IN MAH PACK!” Folgir’s voice echoed across the home, and every Lycan in the place was all in attention as their leader dangled the young one over the railing by a knife, screaming and begging for his life. ”Ah warned yew, and now you suffer the punishment!” Folgir hissed, pulling sharply on the knife, the blade cutting through the Lycan’s neck and severing it from his body, letting it fall to the ground with a sick thud, Fol let his head follow soon after.

Stepping back inside his room, Fol slammed the door shut, quickly fastening the many locks and deadbolts, then heading into the bathroom he washed the blood from his hands and knife, leaving it along with its twin in the sink. He returned and crossed the room, ignoring the naked Krystin sprawled on his bed, to the closet where he picked out a black nightdress. Stepping up to the bed, he held the article of clothing out to her, his gaze never faltering, or wandering down her body, it stayed locked on her own. ”’Ere, ya seem to be about ‘er size”

[Krystin]

Krystin watched as he turned around. Krystin's breath caught. She watched as his eyes went wide. He must have never seen a angel before. Krystin could only watched as he moved towards her. She let out a small gasp as he gripped her neck tightly. Krystin felt his hand trail down her body and she tried to move away, but as soon as she moved he grabbed her breasts. Krystin then felt him rip off her tube top. As this happened she let a tear fall. She didn't know what she could do. He was stronger than her.

”So innocent looking… I bet yer nice and tight.”

Krystin was then flung to the bed. She quickly climbed towards the top of the bed, and away from the lycan. She didn't want to be near him. She tried as best as she could to cover herself. As soon as the lycan began walking closer towards her she heard the door get kicked open. As soon as that happened both Krystin's and the lycans attention was brought to Folgir. Krystin watched as the lycan was dragged outside onto the catwalk.

Krystin tried not to look. She knew that the lycan was going to be punished he went against Folgir. Krystin heard him pleading for his life and she closed her eyes. Krystin heard a thud and then a smaller thud following it soon after. She heard someone enter the room again to lock the door before leaving through a different door. Krystin looked up when the person stepped out of the room. She watched as Folgir walked over to a closet. She watched as he took out a black nightdress. She nodded as he said that it looked her size. She was shaking from the experience that she just had. She didn't want to move, but she knew that she had to.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The leader of the Lycan gang sighed once again, and he lay the nightgown next to Krystin, the black gown made from silk with lace straps shined like a puddle of black water. Going to the table next to the door, fetching the bowl of soup, which he expertly slipped onto when he disciplined the young Lycan, he placed the soup on the nightstand. Hoping the smell of his excellent cooking would draw Krystin towards it, if anything it was a nice gesture and should warm her up. With that done, he returned to the bathroom and the sound of water running into a tub was heard. Folgir needed a bath, not only was he grimy and covered in blood, but baths helped him relax, and tonight took a toll upon his sanity.

When the massive tub filled with piping hot water, the whole thing submerged below the floor, Fol removed his clothes and stepped into the pool-like tub. The water so hot that it was near the point where a human body would start to burn. Yet Fol sighed and let his body float in the tub, feeling every muscle in his body instantly begin to relax, he closed his eye. Though it didn’t last very long, as his hands began to shake, Fol could feel the power of the beast strengthen with the moon. It felt like the moon was always upon him, no matter how far into the earth he went. Where others will run free in their turned forms tomorrow night, when the moon is fullest. Fol, will remain behind, and struggle with the beast that wants to run free, for it has not walked the earth in nearly a hundred years. Only three times has the beast walked, the last, was the death of his mate Zarah, a year ago when Nocturn burned to the ground. Fol’s hands may have healed from the fire, when he desperately tried to save her from the burning city, but the pain of his hands literally on fire came and went just as quickly with the memory.

An hour later, Folgir pulled the plug and hopped out. Drying himself off, his many scars were pink lines across his body, he was like a shaved tiger that still had stripes. Tying the towel around himself, Fol left the bathroom, clicking the light out as he went, his battled-scared and muscular body gleamed in the dim light. He never paid any attention to the Angel once again, heading for a cabinet, which was lined with various bottles of alcohol. Picking some spiced rum, Fol poured himself half a glass and downed it with one swig. ”Ah’m sorry.” He muttered, pouring another half glass and downing it like the previous. ”Fer ‘ow mah people ‘ave treated yew.” Fol took another drink, then clumsily replaced the bottle, standing there staring at the wall, gently swaying back and forth.

[Krystin]

Krystin watched as he set the night gown on the bed before going over to a table near the door and picking a bowl up. Krystin watched as he put it on an end table closer to the bed before moving into what she believed to be the bathroom. Krystin then heard running water and her thoughts were confirmed. It was the bathroom. She slowly began to move. She put the gown over her head and sighed. She didn't want to be here. Everything was like Noctum, but this time she didn't have Hiro to protect her. He had decided that she was too innocent. How someone could be too innocent was beyond her.

Krystin leaned over and picked up the bowl. She wasn't hungry. She picked up the spoon that was leaning against the edge of the bowl and moved around the potatoes, carrots, and beef. She wasn't too keen on eating meat. It wasn't that she was a vegetarian, she just didn't find the need in meat. Why kill something when it did nothing to you. Krystin was just playing with the soup now. As the tub began draining she heard a few seconds later the door open. She looked up at Folgir and adverted her gaze back to the uneaten and probably cold soup.

Krystin watched as he went to a cabinet. She watched him bring out a bottle of what was probably alcohol. Alcohol was pointless and known to ruin many families. Krystin had been forced to taste it once. She didn't know how people would enjoy the burning feeling of it sliding down your throat. Krystin heard him apologize for the others. It wasn't his fault, but if he hadn't brought her here then she wouldn't of had a problem. "Its fine" she whispered. She didn't really want to talk, afraid that someone might fall in love with her. The last thing she wanted at this time was a relationship.

Krystin tried to stretch her wings but only the left one would extend fully. She flinched in pain as she tried to move her right wing again. Great. The bullets must have wrecked her wing, or at least made it so that it was painful for her to use. She didn't know what she was going to do about it. The holes would heal over time, but that was time she didn't want to wait. Let alone the pain that occurred every time she tried to move it wasn't fun either. Krystin didn't know if an infection would possibly set it, the bullets made two holes, and she had no idea what kind of bullets they were, or even if they were clean.

[Dirk the Warrior]

((I never really knew, was it Nocturn or Noctum?))

He grunted at her words. "It an't fine. We used ta be better than dis." He spoke the truth, but Krystin wouldn't know the difference. Sixty years ago, when Fol first joined, the leader at the time had just abolished the slave trade, saying that they would have nothing to do with it ever again. It didn’t last long, when that leader was slain and Fol’s predecessor took over, the slavery returned, though not in such a great margin. Everyone was allowed one slave to do with as they saw fit, not everyone captured one, most of them still reveling in the glory days of their previous leader saw it as beneath them. Even today, there were still slaves pass through occasionally, but Fol could never find out who, or how. He simply saw it as being lazy, too lazy to work, have a slave do it, can’t fetch your own food, have a slave make it, to cheep to pay for a whore, slaves were always free. Laziness at its extreme, it reminded Fol of the pompous politicians who willingly sent thousands of troops to their death in the recent wars, to lazy to find a real solution to their problems, so they went to war with some country to bring their own country back to its greatest. Soldiers were just tools, just a different kind of slave.

Looking through his drunken blurry eyes, he turned to see Krystin trying to flex her wings, the right one seeming to not work properly. So he returned to the bathroom, half stumbling over himself. Opening the cabinet above the sink, Fol took out a small container and some disinfectant. Returning to the room, he sauntered as straight as he could over to Krystin. ”Kneel down and let meh take eh look at yer wing.” When she hesitated, Fol assured her, and himself, that he wouldn’t hurt her more than she already was, showing her the disinfectant. When she eventually knelt before him, Fol couldn’t help but take pity for the poor creature, who was simply at the wrong place, at the wrong time, yet had Fol not been out, those younger Lycan’s would’ve torn Krystin apart in their frenzy, but was this really any better?

Kneeling down in front of Krystin so that she could see what he was doing, Fol gingerly peeled back feathers that were still attached to her wing, and picked those that had become stuck to her injuries. The whole process was very slow, Fol had to make sure he didn’t jab the bullet hole with his finger in his drunken state, perhaps he should’ve waited on the alcohol, but it was too late now, and this was made worse by the fact that Krystin didn’t want anything to do with him. Fol recognized the wounds made by flat heads, bullets that had no point to them and tore through flesh rather than penetrate, very short ranged ammunition, but often more fatal. Gently, Folgir dripped the disinfectant into the holes, though he couldn’t stop the inevitable stinging that came with the cleansing. When he was satisfied that the wounds were clean, Fol unscrewed the cap to the other container and dug out what appeared to be silly-putty. ”Naow, dis eill ‘urt. He said, giving her ample warning before he began to spread the goo around the bullet holes. The moment it touched, the holes burned as if they were just freshly shot again, but after he had covered the holes, the burning died down, repeating the process on both sides of her wing. Basically, they were like liquid band-aids, the whole process taking about another hour to do.

Upon finishing, Fol got up without a word, and replaced the items in the bathroom, and washed his hands free of the gooey substance. Removing his towel, he returned to the bedroom, completely unbothered that he was naked in front of a strange woman, and slipped under the blankets, turning the lights even dimmer, and lay with his back turned to the Angel.

[Krystin]

{{I'm pretty sure Noctum.... I never recalled it ever being Nocturn....}}

Krystin nodded. Things might have been different here, but they weren't much different over in Noctum. That was of course before it burnt to the ground. She should know if things were different with the Lycans there. She had dated the leader. Although thinking about him hurt her, she knew it was probably for the better. She had more time to help the slaves, instead of the other angels being wary around her because it looked like she was helping slavery. Although it was something that she got caught in herself.

Krystin's gaze followed him while he moved from over near the cabinet to the bathroom again. She wondered what he was doing this time. Krystin heard a cabinet open and then close followed by him walking towards her. As Folgir told her to kneel down in front of him she hesitated and shook her head no. She didn't want him to touch her. She didn't want him to do anything to her, his gang had done enough. Krystin saw the disinfectant. He was trying to help her. But why? She didn't really want to know the answer but it would be good.

Krystin knelt down and watched as he knelt in front of her. Was he trying to make sure that she knew that he wasn't going to hurt her? Why was he going out of his way for her. She watched as he gently took away the feathers that were still attached and moved them out of the way. She didn't know how many of the feathers were actually going to be able to be salvaged though. Krystin watched him put the disinfectant on the two holes. She faced the opposite way and cringed. It stung, like nothing she had ever felt before.

As soon as she heard a cap unscrewing she looked back over. She nodded as he said that it would hurt. she didn't know how badly but she would feel it soon. She watched as he put the putty-like stuff over the holes. She felt it burn and she let out a small gasp. If she thought that the disinfectant burnt, this hurt six times worst. As soon as he was done putting the putty on both of the holes and both sides of her wing the burning died down. She watched as he got up like it was nothing and went back to return the supplies.

Krystin watched him enter the room again and she looked away instantly. Did he not realize that he was naked? He had too. Why would he do that, just walk out naked when he knew that she was there? She didn't understand him at all. Krystin saw him dim the lights and she slowly stood up from kneeling. She walked out to the catwalk. Since it was an hour past the time that the other lycan had been killed, the others cleaned up his body. She looked up at the moon and sighed. Nothing was going to be like it was before. Hiro was with someone else. Thats what she heard at least. Never to come back to her, or at least thats what she hoped. She didn't want to see him for a while. Or ever. He had hurt her, she didn't know what to do about it, whether to be mad, sad, or even hurt. She didn't know what she was feeling at this point.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The place had quieted down some since Krystin had arrived, there were only a few Lycans about now, either busy lugging things around, or others sat about in small huddles, passing around bottles of alcohol or drugs. Everyone had taken quick glances at the angel standing on the cat-walk, but no one really paid any attention. The body had indeed been cleaned up, but the blood had yet to have been, besides the basic mop up, the floor was still stained crimson. It was as if this was a regular occurrence with Folgir, but the people didn't seem to fear him when he walks by. Instead, the majority of the Lycan's, seemed to be indifferent about it, the older ones had seen worse than him, the younger ones wanted to be like him. They didn't seem to worry about the fact that he killed people on a whim.

Early the next morning, Folgir awoke with a start, like every other morning that he did. His single blue eye roved around the ceiling, his brain a bit addled from the alcohol he had drank only 4 hours ago. With a sigh, Fol pulled himself out of bed and pulled on a pair of torn, baggy jeans, and a black vest. He was a creature of habit, as he did every morning, Fol climbed the ladder in his room to the roof. Outside, he was greeted with the familiar sight of the metal bars that bent over the roof like a dome, surrounding about half the roof and keeping the unwanted out. Fol took a stroll down the isles of flowers, stopping here and there to puck a sick leaf, or to simply examine the flower intently. Like every morning, he sat down on the stool and closed his eye, breathing in deep, the smell of the fresh morning air reaching his nose. The one time of the day that Fol truly had time to himself. But today, his mind was not only addled by alcohol, the current problem he had with the Angel from last night. His eye opening, Fol grumbled to himself and scratched above his eye-patch, what was he going to do? He couldn't just let her go now that she was here, not only was it bad for him, but she still couldn't fly, his little remedy would only help slightly, it still would take time for her wing to heal. "Speakin of which..."

((A blah post >.>))

[Krystin]

Krystin didn't know how long she stayed outside. But it was late. The night was getting chilly. A little too cold for her taste. She didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't know if and where she was going to sleep. She wouldn't sleep in the same bed as another guy. Krystin looked down off the catwalk at the other lycans. Some were still cat calling her. Seemed like they hadn't seen a girl here in a while. She sighed, rolled her eyes and walked back into the room.

Although she didn't know what she was going to do, she still walked into the room. She looked down at Folgir and sighed. She then began pacing past the bathroom door and the catwalk entrance. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't leave the room, the others would surely hurt her. She couldn't fly away. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't run away. She knew that lycans could run faster, and she wasn't use to running, more like flying. She walked back out onto the catwalk and leaned against the railing. She didn't want to sleep right now anyways, her wing was still slightly burning. Krystin sighed and went back into the room again. She saw a couch and she laid on it. She knew that she wouldn't sleep here but she never knew. She yawned and then closed her eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Krystin slowly awoke the next morning. She didn't remember where she was and after she stood up she tried to stretch her wings, but stopped when she felt a sharp pain again. 'Great' she thought. Now that she remembered where she was she wondered where Folgir was, he wasn't on the bed. Krystin went over to the door and unlocked it and slowly walked into the hallway. She didn't know her way around, and she wasn't about to scream his name to let the rest of the lycans know that she was out there. Krystin edged around the corner and looked. She saw a kitchen but no Folgir, but there were a few lycans in there. Whether they had just gotten up, or were still up from the night she didn't want to go. She turned around and began heading to the room again when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

[Dirk the Warrior]

((Oh yea, I suppose I should’ve put the “Gaping hole of sunlight coming in from the trapdoor” in my last post >.>))

”Well Hiya there little lady, you look lost.” It was another large, battle scared man like Folgir, but he had an even larger silly grin on his face and friendly hazel eyes, a blue bandanna held back the thick wavy blond hair from his face. He certainly didn’t look or act like any of the other Lycan’s, he was reasonably dressed with a gray hoodie and, green jeans? However foolish he looked, he was a friendly looking fellow. ”Oh, pardon me marm. Ganze De-Quincy, Juggling Lycan EXTRODINAR! Though everyone calls me Jugg fer my water jug I always carry around.” he said, indicating the stone water jug at his hip. With a flourish of his hand, he had a bright shiny red apple and he placed it in Krystin’s hand. ”Here have some brekkest, you look a bit peckish BUWAHAHAHAHA!” He had a bit of a laughing fit, turning out to be a little more crazy than first thought, he could be put along the lines of a jester from a cartoon. ”Iffen you’re looking for the boss, well so am I. He hasn’t come out of his room yet, and everyone is ready to head for the full moon.” He didn’t seem all that excited, because he wasn’t all that excited, unlike some of the Lycan’s down below who chattered and yipped at one another, the place slowly began to buzz with life, as people, both males and females, began streaming back and forth between the kitchen and other parts of the warehouse. There must have been doors or underground pathways that led to somewhere else, the warehouse seemed more like a meeting place than a home.

Locking the hatch door, Fol climbed down the ladder into his room, seeing the Angel was no where to be found, he went to the door and opened it. Instantly spotting her with one of the Lycan’s, it made Fol sigh with relief to see that it was Ganze, he was someone Fol could trust. Ganze and Fol had both fought in the Second World War, they had kept in contact ever since, and both joined the Blood Hounds around the same time. He waited; perhaps letting Krystin talk to someone more friendly would be better for the situation.

[Krystin]

Krystin closed her eyes as she turned around. She didn't want to know if this was one of the lycans that had shot her yesterday. She didn't want to deal with any of them at this time, she wanted to leave. It wasn't like they were going to let her go though. Krystin smiled as he introduced himself. He seemed like he was nice, but rather goofy. Krystin took the apple. She didn't really like any fruit, especially apples. She set it back down, and just smiled. She didn't want to seem rude, but there was nothing she could do about it. Krystin nodded.

So he hadn't left his room yet, meaning he was still in there somewhere. Krystin sighed. She came out here looking for him. Krystin watched as a few of the other lycans noticed her. She tried to be inconspicuous, but she was sticking out like a flower in a field of grass. She felt one of the guys brush his hands across her back. She tensed at the feeling, and tried to move away.

[Dirk the Warrior]

Fol had spotted the guy who had touched Krystin and he snarled a bit to himself, some people just don’t learn. Jugg also saw how uncomfortable Krystin felt when the Lycan had passed, and he stuck out his foot to trip him up. The Lycan managed to caught himself before falling over the railing, and whirled himself around to face Jugg, standing toe to toe with him, the other Lycan barely made Jugg’s shoulder. ”Oi, watch where yer hands go aye?” Jugg snapped.
”Oh yea? What are you gonna do about it” The other Lycan said, reaching out and squeezing Krystin’s shoulder painfully. Jugg smirked evilly as he snatched the apple from the railing and took a large bite from it and chewing. However, the impending scrap was cut short, as Folgir stood in. There was a loud snap as the Lycan’s arm was snapped with a hard chop. Snarling, Folgir then batted the Lycan over the head before grabbing him by the shirt. ”Yew must of missed wut happened to the last guy who touched her?”
”Y-yes boss… I mean no boss!”

With a quiet huff of disappointment, Fol pushed the lycan down the steps, and he tumbled down them, landing with a thump at the bottom before scrambling away. Turning his blue eye on Krystin, Fol took her by the wrist and pulled her back into his room. Going for the desk, Fol picked up what appeared to be nothing more than a round stamp. He then took Krystin’s arm and stamped her on the inside of her wrist with his mark, a simple one, the letter “F”, the bottom of the F was shaped into a crude looking fang. The ink stung a little bit as it worked its way into her skin, but Krystin would barely have time to worry about it as she was once again grabbed by the wrist and led out of the room and back into the catwalk. Jugg had disappeared in the short time. Fol brought her down the stairs and back into the mass of bodies, and into a bit of an open area where he stopped and looked around. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, Folgir let out a long, high-pitched whistle, and the rest of the gang began to fall quiet, stopping whatever it was that they were doing to see what was going on. Fol stood in silence for a few minutes, looking around at the gang with his one blue eye, before shouting out, angry and frustrated. ”Alright listen up!” he yelled before taking Krystin’s wrist and holding it up so everyone could see. ”Ya see this! This is MAH mark! THIS MAKES HER MAH PROPERTY! No one, and I mean NO ONE, is to even look at her funny unless AH say so! UNDERSTAND!” Fol’s booming voice echoed off the expansive warehouse, it was like something else was speaking through him.

The gang remained silent, no one wanted to speak out against him, and other just didn’t care. However there came some shuffling in the crowd, and a man stepped out from the crowd with his arms cross, his face full of defiance. ”No, I don’t” In an instant, the crowd dispersed and formed a large ring, leaving only Folgir, Krystin, and the other Lycan in it. Fol knew that someone would come out and challenge him, there were more people against him every passing month it seemed. ”So, yew’ll challenge meh. Awful gutsy move, don’t yew have a wife and kid.”

”Don’t bring my family into this. You’re nothing but a monster Folgir!” The Lycan shouted furiously. His eyes changed, and his form began to change, the sound of popping bones reaching everyone’s ears. Within seconds fangs has grown, fur had sprouted, the Lycan grew bigger and larger than his human form as his clothes burst into tattered rags. The Lycan roared at Folgir and Krystin, fully transformed into a massive hulking wolfish beast. Though Fol never even flinched at the transformation, nor even appearing as though he were going to change. Instead, he slowly drew the two long combat knives from their hilts, staring down the snarling Lycan with a cold, calm look of death.

[Krystin]

Krystin watched as Jugg tripped the lycan. She expected the other lycan to realize what he was doing and just step over his foot. Krystin laughed slightly as she watched him fall but catch himself. Krystin stopped laughing and she tried to move away when the lycan went up to Jugg. She knew it wasn't going to turn out well. She felt the one lycans hand grip into her shoulder and she gasped in slight pain. She already didn't like this. Krystin felt a heavy and quick weight on her shoulder. She heard a snap and winced away. Letting his broken arm fall to his side. Krystin leaned over the railing and watched as the lycan went tumbling down the stairs.

As Krystin leaned over the railing she felt a tug on her wrist and she was being tugged back into the room she was brought to when she entered the warehouse. Krystin watched as he grabbed a stamp. She tried to pull her arm back, but he pulled on it harder as he then put the stamp on her wrist. She let out a small noise of pain as she felt the ink settling into her skin. It burned like nothing else. Krystin looked down at her new tattoo and felt herself being pulled out of the room again. It was a 'F' but the bottom part of the F was a fang. She hated tattoos. They don't belong on your skin.

Krystin looked around. There were lycans everywhere. She didn't understand why she didn't hate lycans after Hiro. Hiro had hurt her. Hiro had crushed her heart and left her for a vampire. That was enough to piss her off, but she hadn't seen him since. Part of her wishes that he died in the fire of Noctum, but then a part of her still yearns for him. To know that he's safe. To know that he is still alive. Krystin heard him make a high pitch loud whistle and she covered her ears. She knew that their ears were more sensitive but the noise hurt her ears. Krystin felt her arm being pulled away from her ears and up into the air.

Krystin heard someone stand up to Folgir. She knew this wasn't going to turn out well. Krystin looked behind her and didn't see any of the lycans that she knew. Even though she only knew Folgir and Jugg, she could recognize a few from the field. She moved more towards the edge of the circle and away from Folgir. If this was going to become a fight, she didn't want to be involved, she knew that she would get hurt. Krystin heard more bones popping and she turned and looked away. Watching the other lycans watch the one challenging Folgir shift. She hated the sound of bones shifting, breaking and anything that made a gross noise. Krystin heard two knives being unsheathed. Krystin closed her eyes and crouched down. She didn't want to see this fight, she also covered her ears. She didn't care what these other lycans did to her right now. She just wanted to get out of there now.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The Lycan’s didn’t seem to pay any attention to the scared Angel curled up on the floor. They were too busy whooping and shouting at the fighting going on, even though the two combatants hadn’t even moved since the Lycan had transformed. There was an eerie calmness about Folgir as he stared down the massive transformed Lycan. His face emotionless, even though in his head he was regretting this fight, but those were the rules of the Bloodhounds, if someone challenged the leaders authority, they must fight to the death. Folgir knew this man had a wife, with a child on the way, and another already four years old, the leader’s job was not for someone like him. Fol heard a quiet sob from behind, and he glanced back at Krystin, and at the same time exposed his blind-side to the Lycan. Taking his given opportunity, the Lycan bounded across the floor, and Folgir barely had time to see him coming before the Lycan rakes his claws across Fol’s chest. The force of the slash was enough to send the battle-scarred veteran spinning through the air and crashing onto his back, the crowd grew louder with that hit.

The Lycan stood over the fallen leader, deep rumbling echoes of laughter escaping from his throat. However Folgir wasn’t the leader for nothing, springing back to his feet, Fol bared his broken and filed teeth, his blood running out in a steady stream onto the floor. Snarling, the Lycan swung at him once more, and Folgir ducked that blow, and stabbed his knife into the returning backhand for a block. Ripping his knife free, Folgir ducked and planted them both into the belly of the beast before a fist was slammed across Folgir back. Fol stumbled forwards into the crowd that simply caught him and threw him back at the beast, who then took Folgir in a large bear hug and dug in deeply with his claws, biting down several times onto his unprotected shoulders. Flipping his knives over, Fol stabbed them into the Lycan’s legs, and he had no choice but to let go of Folgir and fall back a few steps. Fol was already panting heavily, already taking more damage than he wanted to, it was time to end it or be ended. Roaring like a crazed animal, Fol rushed at the Lycan, who in turn lunged at him with claws extended. Ducking beneath the claws, Fol planted his feet and uppercut the Lycan with his knife, stabbing it just under his chin and up into his brain, severing his brainstem and leaving the Lycan technically beheaded. The Crowd went silent, watching as the Lycan’s body twitched and flailed like he was dead, watched as Folgir held him there with his knife impaled into the Lycan’s head, the blood drooling down onto Fol’s hand. The in one quick motion, Fol sliced off the Lycan’s head and blood sprayed in his direction, covering him in the Lycan’s blood as well as splattering on the crowd behind him. Leaving it stuck on his knife, he held it over his head and the crowd whoops and hollered at Fol’s victory, then he gently removed the head and placed it on the floor next to the body.

Fol looked down at his blood soaked clothes, his body stained red from the blood, and he sighed while the rest cheered and whooped. Quickly turning on his heel, he walked for his room, the crowd dispersing to let him by, he didn’t see the evil glint of a man standing apart from the crowd. His beady black eyes hidden behind the thick wavy black hair, never leaving Folgir as he walked through the crowd and up the stairs. A confident smirk plastered on his face before the man moved into one of the backrooms with a small group of others.

[Krystin]

Krystin heard movement. She didn't know what was happening. She was content staying where she was. Away from the fight. She knew that at the end either Folgir would die, or the other one would. Then afterwards Folgir would take her up to his room or he would be dead and she would be afraid for her life. Krystin heard the ripping of skin and then dripping. She knew that it was someone's blood. She began shaking. She didn't do well with any types of violence.

Krystin heard something fall. She didn't know what it was. As she heard Someone walk away she looked around. She saw the other lycans head on the ground, and began screaming. She didn't know what had happened, she tried to block it out, but seeing all the blood and the dismembered body made her go insane. She watched Folgir walk away and someone put their hand on her shoulder. She didn't know who it was and as of right now she didn't care. Krystin clinged to the lycan that had put his hand on her shoulder. Krystin didn't know where Folgir was going, and let alone without her, he knew how these other people were, she also didn't know who it was behind him, but she was fine being with this lycan right now.

[Dirk the Warrior]

"Hey hey, shh, its fine, come with me" It was the Lycan Jugg, and he quickly ushered Krystin away from the crowd with his arm around Krystin's shoulder. Leading far away from the dead Lycan as he could, Jugg brought Krystin to a quiet corner, where a makeshift tent was built using the support beams for the catwalk. Jugg sat Krystin down on an old spring mattress. Jugg set a kettle on a small hotplate to boil. Once it did, he made some strong smelling tea, colored orange, with a hint of cinnamon to its smell. "Here drink up, it'll help calm your nerves." He said, taking a drink of his own. "It probably wasn't Fol's idea for you to have to see that. He just wanted them to keep off you, that's what the stamp's for."

[Krystin]

Krystin heard Jugg's voice and she knew that she was safe. Folgir didn't even show if he cared what happened to her after the fight. He knew what it would do to her though. Krystin followed Jugg's guidance towards a quiet corner where a makeshift tent was. She felt that she would be safe there. As Krystin sat down on the mattress, she heard a small hotplate start up and then watched as he put a kettle on the hotplate. Krystin took the mug and held it. She didn't want to drink anything really but she believed Jugg and took a sip. The tea was hot and tasted like cinnamon. Krystin nodded. She knew that Folgir probably didn't plan on her seeing it. He probably didn't figure he would have to fight anyone either.

[Dirk the Warrior]

Jugg smiled a toothy grin as Krystin took a sip of the tea, at least she accepted the kind offer this time, taking a drink of his own once again. Though the smile didn't last long as he lowered his head and deep into his half-empty cup, swirling the orange liquid around and watching the tea leavings whirl around like they were caught in a twister. Jugg was torn between his friend’s trust, and the sanity of the woman before him, he wanted to tell her of something nice of Folgir, not of the terrifying mutilated monster that he has become. ”Let me tell you something.” Jugg said, downing the last of his tea and placing the fragile cup on a small folding table. ”I met Fol back in the Second World War, we were both part of the same platoon. I didn’t know that he was a Lycan, or that he had even fought in the First World War, heck, he looked just the same as me. Young and foolish, full of ambition, we became really close friends.” Jugg spoke as he opened up a miniature fridge and pull out some ingredients to make a sandwich.

”One day while out on patrol, our platoon was ambushed by Germans, and most of us were taken out, I think a minor vein was hit, and I fell to the ground, pretty much dead, and then the last thing I see before passing out, is Fol turning into this… hulking beast. He saved my life by turning me into a Lycan, just barely. We became the suicide duo, we did all the missions that were labeled as suicidal.” Jugg wiped a tear from his eye, he was very close to everyone in his platoon, and thinking of the day they all died still brought up terrible feelings, Folgir was similar. “Anyways, when the war ended, Fol was hardened, but he was still Fol, he was still the gentle patient man, I could tell by the way he acted around Zarah. Then the Viet-Nam war came and went, the gulf war. Every time Fol came home, he was, changed, different. Like small parts of him were being eaten away, the only time he never seemed any different was around his wife.

He made a lot of friends, mostly other Lycan who fought in the wars. We all joined this gang around the same time, during one of its prime phases, so basically we didn’t have much for cares in the world. When the old Boss was killed, Fol was named his successor. He didn’t want the job, but took it anyways to save blood from being shed. But blood was shed eventually, one by one, Fol’s friends dropped off one by one, murdered, killed by Hunters. The last straw was Zarah, after she died in the fire, Fol just… snapped, its like he’s… given up.” Jugg finished his story, with a bite down onto his chicken sandwich.

[Krystin]

Krystin continued drinking while Jugg told her the story. It was of their past. She knew that Folgir probably wasn't always how he was now, but neither was she. Before Noctum fell, she had been madly in love with Hiro, the king of the lycans. She guessed that they fell out of love, or at least he did. Deep down inside her, she yearned for him again. Wanted to feel his touch on her, and not some other girl. Krystin watched as Jugg ate his sandwich. She knew the feeling sometimes that Folgir had. The feeling of loss. She knew it since Hiro had chosen some vampire over her. That made it worse, she had gave up so much for him, ran away from countless masters, and ended up being either left for dead, or beaten for it.

Krystin didn't know what she was going to do here. She only knew people from Hiro, and her old owners if they even made it out. She was sure that no one would really want to deal with her. Krystin looked down into the tea and sighed. She really was stuck here. Stuck in the warehouse surrounded by Lycans that wanted her dead, or to just play with her. Krystin didn't like fighting so she knew that she wouldn't protect herself, she would have to here, but she would refuse. Folgir told her to stay in the room, or near him, but he just walked away from her. She didn't know what to do anymore.

[Dirk the Warrior]

Jugg munched on his sandwich in silence, or at least as quiet as eating a chicken sandwich could be. He picked the pieces between his teeth with a small bone and then downed the last of a can of beer that had been sitting around for an hour or so. Tossing the can into a box along with the rest of them, Jugg stood up and stretched himself out. "Well, I gotta get things ready for me trip south. Gonna go see my Great great grand kids tomorrow. You might as well try to relax and have a nap. Pull the string and the flap with fall over the door, no one is dumb enough to mess around with my stuff. I know exactly where everything and anything is at in my little... tent." With that Jugg stood up and placed a comforting hand on Krystin's shoulder. "He's got his reasons, just give him a hour or two before ya go see him."

Whistling a tune to himself, Jugg strolled off and left Krystin to her own devices. The mattress was soft and inviting, even if it was on the hard, cold, concrete floor. Somehow Krystin would find herself drawn for it and she ended up falling asleep eventually. Only to be rudely awakened by someone poking her cheek. As her eyes snapped open, there would be a child standing over her, who gasped in surprise and quickly shuffled out of the tent, the sounds of giggling children taunting the child for being so silly. "What she look like what she look like?" came a girls voice.
"I'm not telling you Sarah, you and Josh are being meanies!" Came a boys voice.
"Don't be like that Kite, we just want to see an Angel." Said another boys voice.
"Well to bad cause she's too pretty to waste words on, and shes not to be gawked at either!"
"Who are you, mista Fol now?"

[Krystin]

Krystin sighed but nodded. She didn't know what she was going to do when Jugg wasn't there. She couldn't go straight to Folgir, Jugg had told her to wait about an hour for things to calm down. She watched as he walked out before closing the makeshift door. She sat back down, but on the bed this time. She sighed. She really didn't know anyone else here but Jugg and Folgir. She was stuck. She slowly began to lay down, just wanting to rest a little. Before she knew it though, she was slipping into unconsciousness.

As she awoke there was a small boy standing over her before running out the door. She smiled and stood up and stretched. She heard their small conversation before smiling, laughing slightly and walking out, towards the door to Folgir's room. She didn't know what he was doing but she would find out soon. She knocked on the door lightly as she neared the door. As she waited she heard dull footsteps walking towards it.

[Dirk the Warrior]

From the time Fol had won the fight, he sat slumped against his bed. Grimacing at the wounds that the Lycan had inflicted, the blood had finally stopped oozing from the gashes across his chest and belly. All that remained was a burning sensation that covered his entire torso, and the feeling of guilt that made him sicker than eating rotten food. Fol sat there for quite some time wallowing in his guilt. After a while though, he managed to pick himself together and he gingerly got up and headed for the bathroom. Fol peeled off the blood soaked vest, slick to his body it fell to the tiled floor with a slap. Fol ran a few towels under some warm water and gently washed the blood from his body. All his wounds were slow to heal, being dealt to him by another Lycan, it was like being hit with silver, he was basically human right now. He felt weak, and tired already, like he had worked from dawn till dusk. Fol stood there, glaring at himself in the mirror for what seemed like an eternity, he just wanted this day to end already, but he still had to deal with the full moon.

A knocking at the door jolted the veteran from his dazed state, still half bloody and cut open, no way for him to look in front of anyone. Somehow, he had figured it was Krystin finding her way back. Another pang of guilt made his stomach do back-flips, he shouldn't have just left her there, Jugg was sure to have been around, but he still shouldn't have. With a sigh, Fol left the bathroom and unlocked his door, the heavy steel door swinging open to reveal the angel to him, and his stomach knotted up with regret. He stood aside and let her in, then shutting the door behind her and re-locking it, letting out a slight grunt of pain as he out stretched his arm a bit to far. Sitting down on the bed, Folgir went back to washing away the rest of the blood from his body, wincing as he got to close to his wounds and aggravated them. "Are... are yew alright? No one bothered yew did they?"

[Krystin]

Krystin sighed. She didn't know the extent of his injuries but they looked horrible. He was still bleeding. As he stepped aside, Krystin entered the room. She hadn't been in here for the entire day. Krystin heard him grunt in pain. So not only was he wounded, he was in pain. She hadn't known Folgir for that long, but she guessed that he wasn't one to show pain. He was the leader, leaders didn't show pain. Or thats what she thought.

"I'm fine, Just some curious kids were bugging me, but their fine" Krystin said as she watched him clean off a few of his wounds. She went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth before soaking it in a disinfectant. The last thing he needed was an infection. Krystin walked back over to him and sat down on the bed next to him. She looked at him and smiled. "This may hurt a little" she said as she grabbed his arm and washed off a gash on it.