The Beast goes out to Hunt (Krystin)

[Dirk the Warrior]

Fol looked down at the arm, wincing as the cloth was dragged across gash, his arm tensing up in pain. It took everything to keep his arm still, and not yank it away on instinct. Fol had never let anyone else tend to his wounds unless he otherwise couldn’t, and then it was his wife who took over. ”Ah think ah ‘eard that before.” Fol said, half chuckling to himself. He didn’t know why Krystin would help with everything that has happened, and then just abandoning her in the middle of everyone, it wasn’t her fault that the fight had broken out. Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and Fol grunted in extreme pain as his ribcage cracked into place. The pain was enough to make Folgir’s head spin, gasping for the lungful of air that he couldn’t receive for at least an hour, he leaned against the corner post of the bed, closing his eye to shut the tears in, but he couldn’t stop the blood that oozed out from under his eye patch. Losing his balance, Fol slipped to the floor gasping for more air, a low groan escaping him as his bones fused slowly back together. ”Number Twelve… spiced-rum… half-glass…” Fol managed to wheeze out.

[Krystin]

Krystin watched him tense his arm up. She knew that it stung, but the only way to stop it was to finish or stop. She wasn't going to stop so he would have to suffer through the pain. Unless he forcibly stopped her he would feel the sting. As Krystin moved to another one of his still bleeding but it was slowly stopping wounds, she heard a loud crack. She pulled her arm back quickly not knowing what to do. She was use to healing injuries that were normal. She didn't have to worry about werewolf injuries before now.

Krystin watched as he fell to the floor and let out a small scream. She didn't know what to do to stop it. She ran over to the cabinet looking for t he thing that he specified. As she ran back over towards him she put the half filled glass next to him as she put her hand on his back. She didn't know what to do at this point. She thought about going and getting someone but leaving the room probably wouldn't be the best idea at this point.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The floor swam before his eye, his face a foot from it, the pain making him sick and dizzy. Suddenly there was a glass before him, and Fol snatched it from Krystin with a shaky hand, guzzling the strong liquor with about half of it streaming down his face. Fol held out the glass, his hand shaking violently, "More! He groaned through pain and anger, his voice might have been enough to scare Krystin. However, the glass was refilled, with however much difficulty due to Fol's constant shaking. He down it just the same, with more spilling onto the floor, repeating this another 3 times, the bottle now only 1/4 full, with about another 1/4 of it on the floor. It did the trick, as the sudden surge of alcohol rushed through his system, and the pain dulled tremendously, remaining now only as a dull throb. Fol let the glass slip from his hand, and it went rolling along the floor. Folgir flopped onto his back, the single bloodshot eye gazing dumbly at the ceiling, his massive chest heaving up and down, his ribs constantly shifting under the skin as they healed painfully back into place. His eye roving around the room, he didn't even seem to notice Krystin kneeling next to him with a worried look on her face, though she would be nothing but a blurry mess in his vision. Coming across a one of the bloody rags, Fol weakly dragged it across a wound he already had cleaned only once, before his arm fell to the floor, his body obviously to drunk to function, or even move properly.

[Krystin]

After Folgir demanded more Krystin brought the bottle towards him. Every time she filled it up some spilled. Half the bottle was empty, and half of that half was on the floor. Krystin watched as the glass fell out of his hand and rolled across the floor. She went over and picked it up and put it on the table. Krystin watched as he dragged the cloth across his skin. She saw the bones shifting and healing under it and it creeped her out. She didn't know what she could do. Jugg had told her to not bother him, at least not now. Krystin put her hand over one of the healing ribs and felt it move to heal. Disgusted she quickly pulled her hand away and held it next to her body. She was worried, she didn't know how much it hurt or what she could do to help him.

Krystin heard a knock on the door. She didn't move though, she didn't know who it was, and if it was someone to attack her Folgir wasn't in any shape to try to protect her. Krystin moved her wings so they covered both her and Folgir. As she stretched out her right wing she winced in pain, the hole still hadn't healed. Krystin didn't know if the person could get into the room or not, but there was no way she could protect herself against them, and there was no way that she would be able to fly away and get to safety. She would just have to hope that the person wasn't able to get in.

[Dirk the Warrior]

The knocking had gotten Folgir’s attention, though in his drunken stupor he was in no shape to answer it, barely having enough strength to lift his head and gaze dumbly in the door’s direction, reaching for it with his arm. It was safe enough for them, the heavy metal door having a third of the many locks, including two deadbolts had been secured. Still, that did not stop whoever was on the other side from trying to gain entry, the door was knocked on a little louder, and the dull sound of metal being struck seemed louder in the room. Then the door was pounded upon a few times, its hinges and frame shaking violently from the force, but to no avail, it would no budge. The person on the out side had given up after they had tried to force it down with their shoulder, as several more solid whacks came to the door, and then all went silent except for Folgir’s haggard breathing.

As Krystin leaned over him and spread out her wings, Fol turned his drunken attention back onto her. While everything else was a blurry mess, her basic shape, while still fuzzy, loomed over him, trying to shield the wounded Lycan from whatever may try to gain entry to his room. His gaze softened, looking saddened and just about ready to cry. He lifted his hand, still shaking violently; Fol reached up and touched the side of Krystin’s face, the shake in his hand instantly ceased as it gently caressed her cheek. Fol’s eye, however bloodshot and dazed looking, stared at her questioningly, but what had changed the most was that it looked… Human. No longer did his eye look like it belonged on some wild animal, just about ready to tear something apart, Fol looked calm for once. The alcohol would begin to win the battle, and Fol struggled to stay awake to no avail, his hand slipping from Krystin’s face to fall into her lap, his head rolled to the side, his eye struggling to keep open until he heard Krystin’s voice slipping further and further away until Fol fell into a deep sleep right there where he lay on the floor.

There came a softer knock on the door, and a female’s voice spoke through it, ”Yooohooo! Mister Fol! I’m for our monthly get together!” followed by a harmless school-girl giggle.

[Krystin]

Krystin heard the loud pounding on the door continue for a few moments before it stopped. She then heard a few more pounds and then once again it ceased. Krystin watched as Folgir reached his hand up towards her. Krystin then watched as he calmed down. She didn't know what to do. She couldn't move him herself. She couldn't leave him there on the floor either. She felt his hand leave her cheek and as she looked down she noticed that he had let the alcohol win. He was now asleep.

Krystin moved his hand onto his stomach as she heard a small knock this time. ”Yooohooo! Mister Fol! I’m for our monthly get together!” as Krystin heard the giggle she got pissed. She didn't know who the girl was or what she wanted with him but she wasn't going to stand it. She stood up and walked towards the door before she remembered that she wasn't supposed to open it. She sighed and walked out onto the catwalk. Leaning against the railing, she sighed. She didn't know what she was going to do. There was a girl waiting outside the door, and Folgir passed out on the floor. Krystin didn't know what she was going to do. She knew that there were lycans wandering the grounds and they could probably see her at this point but she didn't care. She was fine being out here with clean fresh air.

[Sorry it took so long, Work's being a bitch]

[Dirk the Warrior]

It was well into the afternoon by now, the sun, casting rays of light through the windows in the ceiling of the warehouse. The place was nearly lifeless now, the hundreds of Lycan’s strewn about the place were gone, only the sweet sound of children’s laughter and their mothers scolding voices were all that remained. It was almost peaceful; Krystin could have been up there for hours and not realized it besides the rays of sun slowly running across the floor. Jugg was still wandering about the place, though he would be to far off for Kyrstin to call to, not that he could have replied at the time, being suddenly jumped by a group of children trying to capture him like an imaginary creature.

Sometime after Krystin had left to wait for her master to awaken, Folgir’s bloodshot eye snapped open, a dull pain covering his entire body, and he gave a small grunt as he stood back to his feet. Noticing the door had not been unlocked; he figured that Krystin had gone to balcony to wait. It was probably for the better if she had stayed out there the entire night, Folgir could feel the full moon on its way, and with it came the beast. Snatching a rum bottle from the cabinet, Fol climbed the ladder outside to Zarah’s garden, to where the smell out hundred’s of flowers in bloom greeted his nose. Fol left the hatch open so that some of the smell could waft down into his room and hide the stench of his blood. He wandered around for a while, stopping here and there to examine the pretty flowers, a look of sadness on his mauled face as he came across a broken flower. Fol took a swig of the rum before picking the flower and sitting down next to the flowerbox, gazing at the small orange lily, spinning it in his fingers. “Oh Zarah, wut am Ah gonna do? Ah wish Ah had some kind of answer. Ah’m… lost without you… nothing but a lost puppy.”

[Krystin]

Krystin sighed. The lycans began to become less and less outside. She heard kids laughing and parents scolding them. She smiled. She wished that she could be out there playing, but she was stuck in the room. The moment was bitter sweet for her. She didn't know what she was going to do. There was basically nothing she could do.

All of a sudden Krystin smelt a sweet smell. She walked back into Folgir's bedroom and looked up. There was a beam of light coming from a stair case that led into the roof. As she climbed up the ladder, she realized that it was a green house. As she smiled she leaned down to smell one of the flowers. Krystin heard Folgir and looked over towards him. She didn't think that she should interrupt him. He seemed sad, and she didn't know why. Although she was still slightly mad at the girl that had come knocking on their door, she didn't know what that was about, but she felt hurt.

[Dirk the Warrior]

His own thinking prevented the heightened senses of a lycan from detecting the Angel when she appeared in the garden; he was elsewhere at the time. Lost within the lily’s petals as it danced in his fingers, Fol looked more human than ever right then, a fragile, no, broken man forced to stand where he would rather lie down and die. He heard the scuffle of Krystin’s feet as she came to a stop, and his head snapped in her direction, and angry eye glaring at her, no one was to be up in Zarah’s garden. ”Humph! Come ta see yer master wallow in his misery and despair! Drunker than a skunk, some master I am, don’t even know wut ta do with mah slave… Heh, slave, how far have Ah sunk.” Fol grumbled, now glaring down his bottle of rum before guzzling back a few mouthfuls, sending a sudden rush of alcohol to his brain, making him light headed and dizzy. His head tossing back and his eye closed, the sun felt wonderful against his bare chest and the anger was soothed away by the rays. ”Ah… ah’m sorry miss. It’s not yer fault yer stuck here now is it… tis mine. The longer ya stay here the more likely yew’ll get harmed and it’ll be mah fault. To much of a coward ta stand up ta mah own people. Bah!”

((Sorry for the post, a lame one if i say so myself))

[Krystin]

Krystin looked at Folgir when he looked up at her. He gave her the dirtiest look she had seen. She knew that he was drunk still, and her theory was confirmed when he took a swig of his bottle of whiskey sitting next to him. "You haven't sunk at all, Your perfect the way you are" Krystin stated as she moved closer to him. She knew it wasn't his fault, he wasn't saying these things, the alcohol was.

Krystin smiled as he apologized. He was more rational now. "Your not a coward, you just don't want to rule with an iron fist and be a dictator, you want to be someone that people can come to with their problems and not be shut out. You want to be more their friend than their dictator, and they respect you. All you need is their respect but when you throw something new at them its all put into chaos because they want to do what they want and when you tell them otherwise they don't want to listen because their being selfish. Its nothing about you. Its them!" Krystin said as she kneeled down next to him. She knew of a way to get the lycans use to her being around, but it would work. She knew that much. "I think theres a way I can be out of this room and out of danger. Its a long shot but theres a way. The others need to get use to me being around them. Being near them, but yet unreachable to them. They need to know if someone touchs me they will be in serious trouble."

[Dirk the Warrior]

For a while, it seemed like Folgir was unresponsive again as his eye was still closed and a tiny smile graced his mauled features, his skin brightened from its pale complexion gave Fol a more healthy look to him. Finally, his head slumped forwards and titled sideways to look at Krystin, blurry eyed and half teary, a slight chuckle came from him as if he found her words amusing. She did have a point though, like any pack of wolves, an outsider was hardly allowed. Though Krystin was different than an outsider, she was of a totally different race, she was an alien to them. "Ah think ah tired that. That mark is supposed to signify that yer mah property. Which, by the rules, means that no one is allowed to touch you. So much fer that, ended up with another red stain on the concrete." He mumbled.

twisting his head to the side and inhaled a strange scent not of the garden, and Fol's eye wandered around to find the source, but there was none that he could think of. He turned back and the scent wafted to his nose, then he realized the scent was of Krystin. Even though he was drunk, Folgir's shaken mind still thought the way it used to, and he wondered why it was now that he suddenly could smell her. Perhaps it was her power, something that she was unable to control and is brought about when... something happens. In any case, her 'scent' was pleasant to the nose, far more than any of the flowers in the garden. "Yer right, yew need a body guard, there is no one else ah trust than Jugg, but he is far ta busy with other things... Ah guess yer stuck with me."

[Krystin]

Krystin looked at him. He looked asleep. Or maybe unconscious again. Krystin moved her hands to cup his face as she moved him to look at her. As he smiled she knew that he was still conscious. Krystin smiled back. She knew that she would rather be near Jugg or Folgir, but that was probably out of the question. "They felt like you were forcing me on them, not slowly getting them use to me." she said as she laughed a little.

Krystin smiled as he looked around. The flowers were beautiful. Nothing that she had ever seen before. She had never seen such an array of different types of flowers before. Krystin knew that the topic of the greenhouse and whose it was was a touchy subject, but she wanted to hear it from Folgir. Krystin smiled when she said that she was going to be stuck with him. Krystin slowly got to her feet and put her hands out to pull Folgir up off the floor. She didn't know what was different with Folgir, something was up. As she tried to get him up, something happened. The swirling colors of the flowers and then the brightness of the sun was the last thing she saw.

[Dirk the Warrior]

It was so strange to him, why Krystin would act this way, perhaps being an Angel had something to do with it, the act of kindness confused him to no end. She had no reason to be kind, no reason at all to acknowledge his existence, she already witnessed two gruesome and violent deaths, how many more was she going to see before her freedom. Then there was tonight, the beast would be free and Krystin was in danger if she lingered, but where could she go for the night where she wouldn't be bothered, the only safe place was behind the locked door, but that was soon to be the most dangerous. Since she was in the mood for talking, Fol decided it was best if Krystin had some kind of warning of what would happen to him once the full moon arose.

Krystin got up and took Fol’s hands to help him to his feet, however about mid-way up Krystin suddenly fainted, and with him in his drunken daze was in no shape to regain his balance on his own. So instead of letting her fall and possibly hit her head off one of the boxes, Fol pulled on her hands so that she fell atop of him. Being so close to her made the lycan feel awkward and strange, fully glad that she was unconscious to not see the flustered look on his face. Easing Krystin down in some shade made by the flowerboxes, he checked her pulse, though quite unsure what he would expecting for an Angel. Fol quickly stumbled back into his room, after falling down the ladder, and dampened a cloth with some water. Bringing it back to Krystin, he dabbed around her face with the cool cloth before placing it on her forehead. ”Why… why are yew so nice?”

[Krystin]

Krystin felt something cold on her forehead. She vaguely heard what Folgir had said, but as she opened her eyes she shut them again and moved her head to the side, knocking off the cloth. Krystin felt pain, but she didn't know from where. Something was wrong. Krystin felt lightheaded and dizzy."What?" she said lightly.

She opened her eyes slightly and moved her head so that it was towards him. The sun was still bright even though she was in the shade. She brought her hand to her head, she didn't feel any pain from her head, but she knew something felt wrong. As Krystin was trying to remember what happened, she didn't remember. She couldn't think of anything that could hurt at this time.

She had completely forgot about the two holes in her wing. As things repaired themselves, even with the stuff that Folgir had put on it, it would still hurt. With the goo that was there it had created enough skin over where the bullets had penetrated that her own angelic powers could take over the healing and finish. She had forgotten what it was like to get hurt because the last time it happened was before Noctum burned to the ground.

[Dirk the Warrior]

Fol was relieved when Krystin began to move, letting out a small sigh as he dabbed her face with the cloth. Why did she suddenly faint? Were her wounds more serious than first though, a quick glance denied that idea, her wing had no signs of infection. Her question made him freeze on the inside, sharply inhaling he looked away half-flustered once again, she had heard him say that. "Nothing. Yew need ta eat something, Ah haven't seen yew eat since ya got here. Drink this." He said, helping Krystin up and handing her a cup of cold water. "Ah'll be right back, yew just sit there and relax... that's an order." Fol added, standing up and shuffling off to the trap door.

She was left there alone for a while, the cool breeze running through the garden taunted the angel, freedom was just on the other side of these walls. Fol would return soon enough, a tray in hand with two steaming bowls of soup, this time it was chicken-noodle. Setting the tray down between then, Fol dug into his pockets and pulled out a bag of crackers and a small carton of milk. "Eat, it'll give yer body strength ta heal." Fol said, sitting down and breaking up a few crackers into his bowl before beginning to eat. Looking around at the garden, Fol had to break the ice with her once again. "This... was mah wife's garden. She loved flowers, one day we hoped ta have a plot of land somewhere out of the city, where she could fill it with all kinds of flurs."

[Krystin]

As Folgir helped her sit up she closed her eyes again, getting out of the shadows brought on a brighter light that gave her a headache. As Folgir handed her water she took a few sips of it before he told her to relax and just sit there before she put the cup back on the floor. She heard him shuffling away and she opened her eyes slightly and saw him moving towards the trap door.

Krystin closed her eyes and leaned her head against one of the boxes of flowers, as the breeze brushed over her body, and moving her feathers on her wings. As a few hit where the now healing holes were she gasped in pain. Something felt wrong. As Folgir came back and put a tray between them, Krystin took the package of crackers after he put some in his soup and she crushed a few and put them in her soup and ate a few. As she ate some of the soup, it did help some, but she still didn't feel good.

"Its beautiful" she said as she looked at all the flowers. She loved things like this. Simple little things that could change things forever. She knew what it was like to lose the person that she loved, but she was guessing that he lost her, like she was dead, she believed that it was worse to still be able to possibly see him, only he would be with another girl. One 'less innocent'.

[Dirk the Warrior]

He nodded, the garden was indeed beautiful, and his gaze once again traveled along the boxes, then back to Krystin who was finally eating something. It relieved the veteran, for he was beginning to worry and was thinking that me may have to force feed the Angel. Though it wouldn't show on his face, it would remain emotionless as he sipped away at his soup, not having eaten anything since last night himself. "Aye, and so was Zarah. She was also the strongest woman Ah've ever known. She saw every tragedy as an opportunity, even when we were bitten, she said it was our chance to live together for as long as we wished." Fol murmured, finally looking back up from his empty bowl to look at the lily once again, his eye glassed over as a tear formed at the rim. "Ah decided ta keep this garden alive, in memory of her, Ah know she would do the same for me."

((A very meh post, sorry bout that))

[Krystin]

Krystin smiled as he told her about Zarah. She sounded wonderful. She wished that she had been able to meet her, but of course she was with Hiro at the time and never met another lycan unless he let her. She missed Hiro. Folgir telling her the story of Zarah reminded her of how much she missed him. He didn't like her anymore though. His reason was she's too innocent. Too naive, too young. "I think she would love that" she said as she took another spoonful on the soup and ate it.

[Dirk the Warrior]

Fol grunted as he finished his soup, his wife wasn't a topic he liked to talk about, much less to someone who was a complete stranger to him. Though Krystin had a certain air about her, like Fol could trust that she wouldn't hold judgment towards him like so many others. It made a pit well up in Fol's stomach, guilt gnawing at the back of his mind, she deserved to know about his condition, of how he would transform over night into the mad beast as it broke free with the full moon. "Ah... ah have." Fol began, then another pit of guilt tightened around his stomach and he suddenly felt nauseous. Finally it hit him, it was the massive amount of alcohol taking its toll upon his body, and Fol was forced to laugh, a very unusual act for the veteran. "Hah... Ah think Ah'm a bit hung...over." His voice gave away the fact that he found this very amusing, having not gotten sick from drinking since he was human. Fol started to look a bit green, before he leaned over and got onto all fours, his body heaving with gags as he tried not to throw up. "Ugh, Ah forget how this felt." His words were strained as another gag forced up a small drool of vomit.

Crawling over to the trapdoor, he managed to weakly navigate his way down the ladder into his room where Foll then crawled across his room to the bathroom and gagged as he vomited into the toilet. Managing a few lungfuls of air before his overwhelming sickness forced the veteran's head back into the toilet to vomit once again. When he managed to get himself under control slightly, Fol felt horrible and exhausted all of a sudden. Turning his now bloodshot eye towards Krystin who had followed him back down from the garden. "Could... yew fill... the tub... please." Fol groaned, now resting his head on the toilet rim, his panting slowing slightly before another wave of sickness hit him, and Fol was forced to vomit once again.