Slash and Sever

We'll crush our opponents! We'll fight evil together... Nonstop. Closed RP blog for 2k12!Slash, with changes to canon after "Slash and Destroy". Please read rules before approaching. #slashandsever

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     She couldn’t say how long he’d been down here by himself, but if he’d only spent a few months above ground, it had to be huge in comparison. Curiosity burned inside of her, to ask how long it had been, how many years he had lived, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to voice those questions. Chewing on her lip, she considered it, then shifted closer to him. He seemed… okay, with her asking. It didn’t seem to be delving anywhere dangerous, so… why not?

     “-and your time here? In the tunnels? How long… have you lived here?” She had never really given much thought to his age. It hadn’t mattered, quite honestly - he could be ten or he could be a hundred, and either way, he was still her husband. She had no choice in the matter, but quite frankly with his appearance his age had ceased to matter to her.

     Had he been anything else, had he been human, or god forbid Cyrellian, she would have known everything about him, by now. His favourite food, his favourite colour, how to best please him as a wife. His family line, their history, their great deeds - she would have studied, she would have learned, but with Slash she had merely been obeying up to this point. Doing her duty, to the barest extent of the word, as little of it as possible. 

    It wasn’t right, she scolded herself. It wasn’t his fault he looked this way, and he really… he wasn’t so bad, once you got to know him. He had his moments, he had a temper, but what man didn’t? It was no reason to know so little about him - if anything, she should have known more. Perhaps there was something there, some hint, some clue, something that could tell her how he’d gotten this way.

    Perhaps there was something she could do to help him…

      “Where did you live before? Was there a certain land, or… or a city? Did you-” She paused, there, mulling over how to phrase what she wanted to know. There was so much, though, that it was hard. Twirling one strand of hair around her fingers, she tried to decide what she wanted to know most. It took a moment, but finally she settled upon the question she wanted to ask, and cocked her head to the side as she glanced at him. 

     “–Were you the only one…like you? Or did you.. do you have a family, somewhere..? I mean…” Her fingers untangled from her hair and drifted, tentatively, toward his hand. Gently brushing against him, her fingers explored his skin curiously, as if realizing for the first time how different he was from her. 

     “I want to know… more, about where you came from.” She clarified, curling her fingers around one of his - the most she could manage, what with how huge he was. “About you. How you were born, how you came here, how old you are, how you decided to hunt the dragons- I’m your wife. I should know these things, and I should… I should be better than I am, for you. I think knowing… I think it would be a good start. I should have asked this all from the beginning, but I was silly, and I was scared- I want to fix that. Is that… is it okay?

     “You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, I only… wonder, is all…” 

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     With the hesitant way she spoke, he almost expected Natalie to blurt out just what she expected. Slash had an idea, after all, considering that most monsters were hundreds of years old at least; he was a few decades, although he wasn’t truly sure just how long his lifespan would stretch. Tortoises could already last for a long time, but dragons could live for hundreds of years if they weren’t killed or injured grievously.

     Even so, his own infancy had already been spent by the time he’d been found by the mages. As a result, he’d only needed training before he could fight--after all, he might’ve had the sentience of a dragon placed within him, but that didn’t mean he was ready to fight with anything beyond his natural weapons. Hell, he didn’t even get proper training prior to being dumped in the middle of the woods, instead figuring things out on his own during his hunts.

     “S’fine. Ain’t like I was planning t’hide anything from you anyway,” he finally replied. Slash had assumed she would ask on her own time, and rightfully so; he had nothing to hide from humans, it was just that there was never really any opportunity to socialize like this. Most wanted to steal from him, or even try to kill him, and that obviously didn’t count as an appropriate situation. “Lived down ‘ere fer about twenty, thirty years maybe--you lose track sometimes if you don’t care fer keeping records.”

     It sounded silly when phrased like that, but it was true. Oh, he could estimate, could figure out the common calendar, but there were always holes. He didn’t know when he was created, when he was abandoned, and so he couldn’t do much but guess.

     Her next questions were likewise difficult for Slash to answer--he’d only known that a group of mages had found him and cast spells on him, prior to that...nothing that could be of use. A soft huff escaped him as he said, “Dunno where I lived before. A few mages foun’ me an’ performed magic on me, but they made sure I didn’t know where we were or where I came from.” That could at least lead into...

     His trail of thought was interrupted as her fingers trailed against his skin, before they curled around one of his fingers. Natalie’s intentions were probably some of the best he’d heard about for a long time--most humans were content to give him what he wanted and leave, and that was the best he’d known.

     It was always nice to receive pleasant surprises like this.

     “As humans say, better late than never.” Even so, he drew closer to her, his free hand gently resting on top of hers. “Used to be an ordinary turtle, believe it or not; like I said, buncha mages foun’ me an’ performed some spells until I looked like this. Dunno what ‘appened to ‘em after they ditched me, but the only reason they did was ‘cause I’d gotten close to one of ‘em--probably too close, lookin’ back...”

     But even then, he’d reasoned that it was better for them to have such a fierce guard, loyal to one of their own. He was naive despite being given a dragon’s mind, that much he knew.

    “Ain’t had muchuva choice, either. Was told I’d be doin’ it from the beginnin’, an’ I’d had t’go about it the hard way--makin’ things up as I went.” He shrugged, before adding, “I think ‘m doin’ a good job so far, considerin’ how many come ‘ere...”

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     Where was she?      What was going on?     She frowned at the sound of Slash’s voice, her eyes squeezing tighter shut as her body refused his request for her. She didn’t want to open her eyes. Her head hurt, and… Mother above, what had happened?     She remembered… dread. Something being wrong. Perhaps.. perhaps she had done something wrong, she thought, but she couldn’t remember why she felt that way. What she did know, though, was that the back of her head felt wet, and the side of her face was aching like she’d been hit by a hammer.      Shifting, she wondered if she’d landed in a puddle when she’d passed out, or fallen asleep - one searching hand found, however, that the wet spot was sticky, warm, and very likely her own blood.    “S..lash?” Her tongue felt thick in her mouth and she struggled against her dizziness to sit up, her mind spinning far too quickly to identify anything. “I…what… happened..?”

    Tending to Natalie's wounds was a task that required him to learn quickly; it wasn't often that she'd gotten injured, but she didn't require the exact same methods that Slash himself used for his own wounds. He was already proficient enough, he just had to adapt it to her more fragile physique, especially now that this had happened.

    Her voice came as he'd been preparing more bandages for her, and he glanced over his shoulder as he spoke. "Cyrellians attacked us while we were takin' care of a dragon. Good thing it was already dead, or..." Slash would've had to prioritize the dragon over the humans, considering that it'd be no good to get themselves burned to ash--but even so, Natalie had still been attacked quickly and without warning.

    He returned his focus to the bandages, making sure that they were thick enough to absorb the blood. "Lay back down. Y'need rest. I already took care of 'em..." In possibly the most horrific way possible to the Cyrellians; Slash wasn't even sure if they could be recognized as men, not with the way he'd thoroughly chased and lunged at them.

    He hadn't even bothered looting the bodies. Why would he? Natalie had become his priority as soon as they were dealt with. He'd take care of the dragon's corpse later, too, but he wasn't too concerned; other dragons tended to avoid the lairs with corpses, so that cave would be undisturbed before he took care of it.

    Turning to Natalie, he approached her with the new bandages. "You've been out fer a few hours. Managed t'take one of those guys out before they swarmed ya--must've been ten of 'em..." And that had the terrapin concerned. One man had been something he could brush off, and three seemed like coincidence, but ten?

    That wasn't something he could set aside so easily. They were after Natalie, and were willing to risk their skins in order to do so. Cyrellians hated Ryks, and the favor was returned, yet this seemed almost out of character for them.

    Something else had to be going on.

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Name: Slash Blog: slashandsever Faction: Foot Faceclaim (optional): 2k12 Slash Age: Unknown; presumed to be less than ten years old, but having the mentality of a person in their mid-twenties. Species: Mutant turtle. Brief Background: A creation of the Foot Clan as a prototype of the Project Renaissance project, Slash is unique in that he has two bases that mingled to make him: both Raphael’s and the mutated (and deceased) Hun. Although the creation was a success, it also rendered Slash as looking monstrous--good for a prototype, but not entirely what they needed. Rather than cast him out, though, the Shredder made him a bodyguard for clients that needed escorting, as well as a creature that would “take care” of any unfinished business. Slash has remained especially effective thus far, and would not likely be taken down easily.

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     The young mutant opened her mouth to argue, to protest Slash’s statement, but the wolf knew that her teacher was right. She’d been careless - stupid really, but the girl didn’t want to admit that. Her gaze slid off to the side, like an adolescent being scolded by a parent.

     She’d started to get impatient - Wynn wanted to improve. The wolf wanted the skill and ability that her teacher possessed, and she was starting to hate being helpless against opponents. It had begun a drive for her, something that spurred her to improve in her training sessions with Slash. The terrapin had done well to ignite a hatred for the Kraang inside of his pupil, but she still needed to learn to use it properly.

     Use it and not let herself be consumed by it.

     That was what had happened here though, and Wynn was lucky that slash had been around to intervene. Thanks to that, her injuries were quite minor this time - a few cuts, some bruises, but nothing serious, and nothing that would hinder her, thankfully.

     ”… I’ll do better next time.” she finally promised, blue eyes finally lifting from the floor to look at Slash’s back. “I won’t… mess up like that again, I promise.”

     She couldn’t afford to - not when that could mean failing Slash.

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     He paused at her words, before glancing over his shoulder at her. Wynn was a good student, but she'd just rushed--and she had the convenient habit of not repeating her mistakes too often. A few more reminders, and she would return to her steady rise in skill whilst minding her limitations, and that in turn would improve her all the more.

     "Good. All I can ask for." And it truly was. From the day he'd found her, she'd been by his side. She'd witnessed Slash perform acts that someone with sense would've ditched him for--Raphael would've, that was for sure. Despite all of it, she'd remained.

     Beginning to walk forward, he surveyed the area with some pride; they'd caused quite a bit of devastation despite their injuries, and that eased a small smile on his face. Wynn was beginning to cause just as much damage as he was, and he was pleased with that fact.

     "We're doin' good so far. Think we're getting the smallest of th'compounds out of the picture." The Kraang, of course, would respond with bigger and more secure areas, but the pair would have to respond in kind. That was just how this battle would work until the Kraang left NYC for good.

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     For a heartbeat, she almost considered denying his decision - or trying to, anyways. Then, she saw sense. He was going to do it whether she wanted it or not, she was sure. Besides that ultimate fact, she was dizzy, tired, and sore. The temptation and inevitability of him carrying her overpowered her pride, and what had begun as a head shake ended in a nod as she let her body sag into his. 

     The relief came immediately as he bundled her into his arms, and a happy sigh rose from her tired legs, to her lungs, then, finally, through her lips. She had known she was tired, had known that sitting down was tempting, but finally not standing was better than she’d thought it would be. More than that, though… Having Slash near…

     She didn’t need him - she’d proven that to herself, when she’d taken care of the men who had attacked her. There was something reassuring about his presence, though - something familiar, and although he was occasionally volatile, there was something safe. If she didn’t anger him, no harm would come to her, and at this point? She was too tired to exert the effort it would take to annoy him. 

     Her body leaned closer to his and she wiggled her head under his chin, nuzzling herself against him despite the sting of a wound on her forehead, murmuring quietly once she had given him the closest approximation to a hug that she could currently manage. 

     ”Thank you…”

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    The change from defiance to resignation to relief in her eyes soon led to stubborn shaking head to give way into nodding. As she leaned into him, Slash could tell that she hadn't just been hurt, but also exhausted. The fight must've taken a lot out of her than he'd thought possible; Natalie was a fiery girl, not willing to back down for much, and to see her in this shape...

    It actually concerned him.

    He blinked at the sensation of her nuzzling him, before his expression softened. Loathe as he was to admit it, but Slash had grown to enjoy these small affections from her; they certainly weren't common, but they also weren't expected, either. They were almost like treats with the way they came about.

    Slowly and carefully, he picked her up bridal-style, making sure that Natalie wouldn't scratch herself on one of his spikes. "It ain't no problem. Just relax, you'll be able to res' soon." With that, he began to walk to one of the tunnels where his medical supplies were; there were several of these tunnels closer to the cave entrances in the case that he'd gotten injured in fights with dragons.

    Which made things all the better for Natalie's situation.

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       “Cyrellians like to think themselves the most noble of us all.” She glanced briefly toward him, veiled curiosity in her eyes. Every now and then, her husband surprised her with small nuggets of what almost seemed like a reason for his nature - for his distrust and his hatred, and sometimes, for his cruelty. 

     She tried to imagine what life could have been like for him - he was no life form that any of the countries had seen, and while she held a hatred for the country that had so long tormented her own… Slash hated all humans equally. The hatred or torment he’d received, whatever it had been, had held no flag nor particular loyalty to any country. It had only ever borne a human face.

     “…Most people do, I guess.” She corrected herself, glancing away and feeling distinctly uncomfortable. Like she was sorry, but she didn’t know what for. She’d never led a mob after him before - but then, she’d had her fair share of moments wherein she’d been less than kind, purely based on how he looked. In the beginning… 

     Blowing ginger hair away from her face, she wondered if she should bother asking. His words had hardly been an invitation to investigate into his past, but the realization of how little she really knew of him was a tad startling. Chewing on her lip, she decided to take the risk, fully aware of the possibility that this conversation could go south.

                         “—-did you always live here? Underground..?”

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          His eyes flicked over to Natalie at her words, although he noted that she was looking over at him as well. In the dim light, her curiosity seemed almost clearer, more obvious. Perhaps she was gauging his reaction to her words, or perhaps he was merely looking too much into things. After all, she was the more open one of the pair; she was always more honest and sincere with him, even if it led to punishment sometimes.

          At her correction, she’d glanced away, but Slash nodded nonetheless. He’d seen his share of humans from most corners of the lands, and even a handful from other parts of the world. The most they had in common were their fears of magical creatures--and why wouldn’t they? They ranged from monstrous and dangerous to beautiful and terrifying, from dragons to sirens, and everything in between.

          Her question, however, caught him off-guard. Natalie hadn’t seemed to be curious of his past at all previously, but perhaps she’d begun asking questions recently. Either way, his voice was low as he replied.

          “Nah, not always. Time I spent outside of th’caves migh’ not seem like long, but it was at leas’ a coupla months.” Counting the time he’d spent with the mages, then the time spent alone after they’d ditched him, he really hadn’t spent much time outside of being alone underground. Even his time with Natalie felt like a blur compared to those times.

          Still, his tone remained light, and he shifted somewhat to show that he was open for Natalie to continue questioning him.

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Oh, right, nearly forgot about this neat little thing.

See, I was making icons and applying filters to make sure things looked nice and neat, but then it turned out that I’d discovered something nifty: they’d placed Leo’s model in front of Slash’s to convey the idea that Leo was “shifting” into Slash in the shadows.

Neat, huh?

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"They never understood ya…                                                     Not like me.”

2k12 / Nick | Independent | Selective | Private Multiverse | Multiship | AU-based in mainverse Sideblog to shellshockerraphael 9 years writing, 3 years RPing | Prefers para-based styles Mun/muse are 21+ | Triggering themes RP’d but tagged

“You an’ me.             No jokin’ around.                      No goofin’ off like yer brothers.                                      We’ll be the ultimate ninja team!”

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      “It’s the noble ones I hate the most - They always think that they know best, that they’re the heroes of their stupid stories. Idiots.”             She knows, now - there are no heroes.                                                 only monsters

         "Those types are a joke. Plain an' simple. They think every creature's somethin' t'stab or kill.           They ain't picky, so long as they can use their swords on it."           He'd always known this, known that most humans were merely brutish animals gifted with egos and wit.                  The rare exceptions were those that knew better than to interfere with creatures like himself.            After all, at least he could take down an army if he so chose to.

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             I may have coloured part of an old sketch and I’m v proud of it??

ft slashandsever ono; 

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JESUS CHRIST.

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    Was that… empathy, coming from her husbands lips? Glancing up at him curiously, Natalie couldn’t tell, no matter how hard she tried to study his face and his eyes. He was so damnably good at hiding his emotions, at showing only what he wanted you to know. It was frustrating, to say the least.

     ”-do you mean that?” The only way to know, she supposed, was to ask.

    A shrug was his first response, his dark blue scales nearly black save for the light of the distant flames. Slash had seen the aftermath of many a dragon's rampage--or, in some cases, their games; it was difficult to tell with a dragon, whether they set villages on fire out of anger or sport. It resulted in a great many deaths, before the survivors eventually sought refuge with the larger kingdoms, after they'd lost far too many to count.

    He'd seen the survivors, too, their faces and bodies still covered in the ashes that had preserved their lives, by making the great beasts think they were mere corpses. They never saw him, of course, as he took measures to hide from them, but oh, he saw them. He'd seen several groups of survivors, some with heads held high, and others who seemed close to committing a mass suicide.

    "I s'pose I do," he said finally, finally glancing down at his wife. Natalie's curiosity was understandable, to say the least; a lot of the things that were constant for him were new to her, and she really only had him as a guide. It was like a cosmic joke, a human mage paired with a jaded draconic beast who could really care less for her power.

    His gaze returned to the fires in the distance, before he added, "You'll be seein' those villagers in a coupla weeks. They gotta mourn fer their families an' friends--then they gotta move on." They couldn't rebuild, after all, and they couldn't linger for too long--some of the more clever dragons returned in order to pick off whoever was stupid enough to be left behind.

    That was what predators did, after all.

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     Annoyance and indignation flashed across her face, culminating in a firm pout that pushed her bottom lip beyond her top, a plump frown that expressed her feelings perfectly.

     ”I don’t do stupid things.” She muttered to herself, offense coating her words as she crossed her arms in a huff. Honestly, what had she done to make him think she was so painfully useless? 

     Slash could hear the offense in her tone even as he followed the scents of the latest intruders. Three of them, all Cyrellian, most likely having heard of some rumors of Natalie's presence--or else just following the magic the couple was practically oozing from their bodies. He couldn't tell since he couldn't see them yet, but he was sure that one of them must've been a mage, or some other magic-user.

     Why else would they be here? At least last time, he could attribute it to some sort of fluke. It was fairly easy to spot a human wandering the tunnels simply because they were curious, having entered the empty caves and spotting the tunnels. However, in groups, it was harder to assume that they were here for more innocent reasons.

     "Don't make me count th'pas' few times ya proved me wrong," he muttered, giving Natalie a stern look as he pulled out his mace. "Fer now, jus' stay nearby. I'll letcha know when you can toss a spell at 'em."

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distractedpainter said: //omfg xD - Bonus points if he's still a manipulative jackass tbh but his "owner" catches on quick and proceeds to be as obtuse as hell in response.

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Grumpy reluctant domestic pseudo-pet Slash tho.

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ff+ slashandsever

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     "But I was careful!” Wynn protested, a frown settled upon her features. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been arguing with him, but the wolf felt as though she were in the right here - a foolish notion, perhaps. As the mutant’s ears flattened against her skull, her tail lacking its usual wag.

     ”I stopped ‘em, didn’t I? Isn’t that what matters?” What she’d done probably hadn’t been the best idea though - Wynn was lucky that the Kraang droids had only managed to get a few bruises on her, considering what they’d managed to do last time. The wolf seemed determined to not allow that to happen again - how was she supposed to get stronger if she continued to let herself be afraid of them?

     ”S’not like they hurt me that bad!”

     "You were close t'getting yourself hurt even more--if I hadn't stepped in, ya woulda been bleedin' on the floor. Hell, if the Kraang over there interfered wit' me too much, I wouldn't have been able t'help you!"

     The stern tone of a teacher had returned, a tone that Slash was ironically getting himself acquainted with and warming up to. He'd spoken similarly to Raphael prior to their separation, but not as often, and certainly not in situations like these. Even as he looked over Wynn's body for the third time to make sure she wasn't too far wounded to move, his grip on the mutagen canister tightened in his hand.

     The squishy aliens were getting smarter, that was all he knew. Knowing to lure Slash away from Wynn was a brilliant concept in theory, but they still underestimated Slash's strength--both of his physical body and his grudge against them. Humans were one thing, but Kraang were another, and he wasn't the type to forgive either for their transgressions.

               The only difference was that the Kraang actually made the mutagen.

     "We'll take care of yer injuries at th'lair, then. We got what we came 'ere for, an' that's all that matters." He turned away, before adding, "Yer getting better, but that don't mean y'lose sight of everythin', okay? You weren't focused, an' that nearly cost ya."

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     Suffice to say, her triumph of finding the way outside had been soured and spoiled by the aching pain that was currently throbbing along her body. Her torso had gotten the worst of it, her shoulders and arms guarding her head from booted feet as she’d curled on the ground. She was already all too aware of the bruise that was forming on her right bicep, the exact size and shape of a man’s foot. She was also aware of the blood that caked her own foot, thoughthat did not belong to her. Plenty of the crimson liquid that painted her form was her own, but more of it belonged to the unfortunate souls who had crossed her.

     ”You should see the other guy.” She responded evasively, swaying where she stood as the dizziness that she’d been fighting threatened to overtake her. It wasn’t just from her injuries, either. An exquisite exhaustion pulled at her soul, the drain of magic use appearing as dark circles under her eyes. She’d managed for so long to stay on her feet, wandering almost aimlessly back into the tunnels in hopes that Slash would hear her, smell her, and come to find out what had happened. She likely reeked of magic, to him, not to mention blood and grime. Reaching up one hand, she shook dirt from her hair and grimaced both from pain and disgust.

      What a sight she must be, she marveled, swaying toward the wall and swinging one arm out to stop herself from falling. It was hard, though. Slash was here, and it was so tempting to relax… but, she couldn’t, she didn’t dare. She refused to appear weak in front of him, and though she wasn’t eager to experience whatever rage he may have had over her leaving without permission, she was not so cowardly as to let herself pass out in the face of it.

     She knew that she needed to answer him, but she didn’t want to. She felt like an idiot, and if he knew… would he make that worse? She hated the feeling enough on her own, but paired with the guilt of disappointing him, she knew that it would sting worse than the cut that felt like an inferno on her eyebrow. 

      “I- I went outside.” She finally answered, pointlessly trying to scrub dried blood off of her elbow. “I was looking for herbs, components for a spell, and I… ran into some men.”   Men who, she remembered, had recognized the tattoos that wound along her shoulder. Men, who had been far too interested in why a ‘Reek’ was so far South of the border. Men that she’d been content to ignore, though, until they’d pushed the situation beyond just her. 

     Slash did not need her to defend him, and had they truly gone inside the tunnels they would have found more than they’d bargained for. Three men were hardly enough to take on her husband, but she hadn’t been eager to have them get close enough to try. 

        “They wanted your hoard. Among… other things.” She gave a shrug, which was more painful an action than she’d expected. Wincing, pouting, she turned her eyes to the ground and shuffled unsteadily in front of him.

     ”Does it… really matter? I dealt with them, they’re gone, and I just… I just want to rest, Slash…” 

                    What a sight, indeed.

     Had Natalie not been injured so terribly, had she not taken it upon herself to defend his territory before the humans could even reach the caves, he would've surely scolded her for not at least telling him where she'd gone. He wasn't too concerned about if she went outside for herbs, he just preferred to know where the hell she was at any point in time; Slash could practically read the tunnels like a book, but he certainly was no psychic.

     Her plea was what had sealed the deal. He couldn't be too angry at her, after all--still, as he drew closer to her, he still couldn't refrain from a quiet comment.

                    "Coulda at least told me,                      coulda kept an eye on ya an'                      made sure they didn't hurtcha."

     Slash's tone was an eerie calm, but there was no malice behind it for once. Instead, there was merely relief--relief that Natalie was at least still alive, relief that he certainly wouldn't disclose later.

     A sigh accompanied a shake of his head, before he sidled close to her. "Here, I'll carry ya and treat yer wounds. No use havin' you walk like that." Natalie would likely slip and fall eventually, get lost and make things even worse. No, it was best to keep her close and make sure she was all right.