Apr 8, 2018
Idk what’s happening but lets sacrifice Hanabi that should work.
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Idk what’s happening but lets sacrifice Hanabi that should work.
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@namasteblade wanted an Arranged Marriage AU.
The sounds of wood clattering and warriors grunting fills the air. Dirt is kicked up as feet thump on the training grounds. A man falls, crying out in pain. His arm is broken. Another thuds to the earth, a dirt cloud rising around him. He won’t be getting back up any time soon. Hopefully he won’t have too bad a concussion. A low grunt and another warrior goes flying, bouncing across the ground. Once he comes to a stop he just lays there, dazed eyes staring at the sky.
“M’lord! M’lord!” Comes a shout, cutting through the clatter. A messenger boy comes with the sound, legs pumping as he runs. In his eagerness to give his message, the boy runs right into the sparring ring and up to the recipient of this missive.
Other warriors are already backing away from the man in the centre, all sporting injuries of some kind, while he is unharmed. His back is to the boy, wooden practice sword loose in his grip and other hand wrapped around another warriors throat.
“Nice try, Oyuun, but you’re starting to get predictable,” He rumbles, releasing the struggling warrior. “You a-“
“M’lord Endless!” The boy is right behind him now.
Nergüi the Endless spins, a snarl on his lips and wooden sword swinging out. The weapon stops an inch from the boy’s head, who cowers back in fear, awe and terror mixing on his features. The Endless frowns down at the boy, chest heaving and sweat drenching his skin. He may not have been injured in that bout but he sure worked himself. The sword lowers.
“What?” He growls, brows still furrowed but eyes losing their killing edge.
“Th-the Indian Prince is here to … to treat with you.”
“Already?” The frown deepens and eyes go skyward to check the passage of the sun. “But I thought … Mmmm, guess I lost track of time.” The wooden sword is thrust into a warrior’s hands and Nergüi starts to stride off, continuing to speak to the boy as he hurries to catch up, “Take him to the command tent and tell him to wait. I’ll be there shortly.”
The boy nods and runs off to do as he is instructed. A warrior falls in beside Nergüi. This man looks more senior than the others, grey peppering his dark hair, beard long and braided. Bushy eyebrows furrow at the Endless, a look of concern on his face.
“You mean to make him wait?” He croaks.
“Of course, Muunokhoi. Can’t meet a prince while shirtless and smelling of sweat and dirt. Wouldn’t want to give him another reason to see us as barbaric. Besides,” A grin moves across his features. “I want him to squirm for a while.”
@namasteblade
“Hanabi,” he called when he spotted her, jogging to catch up. Once they were side-by-side, he said, “I haven’t talked to you since we had that argument about that thing I stole from one of my business rivals. I...I’m worried that you don’t want to be around me anymore.”
@namasteblade wanted a big, slobbering dog.
They really shouldn’t run. That just makes him all the more excited. Makes the desire to kill stronger. Makes his blood pump faster. Stupid, delicious little morsels. Their pathetic attempts to flee from him almost makes this laughable, but the delicious fear dripping off them spurns him on. The way it wafts from their skin, sings with their screams, burns in their blood. It is far too addicting to stop now. Far too exhilarating.
The Wolf changes direction, claws scraping on the concrete. The meal runs down a small street as he turns right, disappearing between two buildings. His gallop slows, becoming prowling. As he slinks through the shadows yellow eyes stay trained on his prey. He can see it slowing down, see it look around to check if its pursuer is gone. He stops in his tracks, going completely still. The morsel looked right at him but saw nothing. Pathetic little thing. Can’t even see in the dark.
Morsel breathes a sigh in relief, Wolf inching closer. Morsel continues on its way, steps hurried but not panicked. Wolf snarls, teeth baring in the moonlight. When Morsel steps out from under a streetlight Wolf pounces. Morsel turns just in time, a scream leaving its lips as Wolf slams into it. Teeth pierce Morsel’s flesh before it hits the ground. Once again shrouded in darkness, Wolf enjoys his nightly hunk of human flesh.
It really was a good idea to return to civilisation.
@namasteblade wanted some Karrie drama.
Nergüi grins as the man stands, music pounding around them. Their eyes lock for a moment before he turns away, fear and shame in his eyes. This may not have started as nicely as Nergüi liked but it ended how he wanted it. A hand reaches out, swiping the USB from the beer stained table. The information he was after. The next money maker in his grand scheme. A low chuckle as it is rolled through his fingers. A good night’s work.
“Told you I could do it,” Karrie says, sliding into the booth next to him. She drapes herself over his shoulder and Nergüi stiffens. She’s had a few drinks, needed to in order to make the mark malleable. He’s had a few as well but he isn’t at the stupid levels yet. It looks like Karrie’s moved into her scheming stage. This isn’t good.
“Never doubted you,” He rumbles, eyes staying focused on the info before he tucks it into a pocket. He and Karrie might have rough patches but he has never doubted her skills. Manipulation is high up there.
“I think we should celebrate,” She coos, a hand toying with his hair. “Have a few drinks. Maybe dance.”
“That’s not a-,” Nergüi begins, eyes turning to her as he pulls out of her grip.
“Come on! Just one won’t hurt. I already bought them,” Karrie interrupts, producing a couple of beers.
Nergüi’s jaw clenches as he eyes the drinks. He shouldn’t. He should just push her away and be done with this, but ... he has no other ride. He’s stuck here for a while and he knows he can’t keep refusing her. Last time he tried that she made a scene. It wasn’t good. But he can’t do as she says either. Shit. He’s gonna need back up but who to call?
“Yeah, okay. Just one.” He accepts the bottle, turning away to open it as Karrie grins.
His phone is pulled from his pocket and unlocked. Opening messages, he goes to the first number on there. Usually he wouldn’t go for her but no one else will be available right now. He really hopes she comes quickly, before she walks in on something he’ll have trouble explaining.
Hana, I really hope you’ll be on my side, he thinks as he types out the message and hits send.
[Text]: I need you at the Cobalt nightclub NOW!
@namasteblade continued [+]
Hanabi grumbled, squinting sleepy eyes at him. However disappointed she was at his rude response, she wasn’t surprised. She probably should have known better. But, she was awake, nestled next to his warm, hulking body, and she wanted attention. She was absolutely needy for it. Something had to be done about this, damn it!
Nuzzling her nose underneath his chin, she hooked a leg around his, latching on. Her hand reached under the blanket, fingers trailing down smooth skin. It was awfully convenient that they were naked more often than not. She squeezed something sure to invoke some sort of reaction, grinning.
“Good morning.”
He groans as the touching continues. Eyes scrunching tighter in an attempt to ignore it. He is far too comfortable to roll away from that soft, inviting heat being pressed against him. The groan becomes a content rumble. He likes those trailing fingers, that delighful press. It’s such a shame this brief moment of relaxation between sleep and waking isn’t meant to last.
“Rrrgh!”
Breath catches in his throat, eyelids flying wide open. Muscles tense before he forces them to relax again. Gaze lowers, vision being taken up by the top of Hana’s head and her dark hair.
“For fucks sake, Hana,” He growls. “Can’t a man get a few more hours of sleep before you decide to rip his dick off?”
@namasteblade continued [+]
Despite the glare she was receiving, Hana couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride swelling in her chest. It’d taken a good shove and the element of surprise, but she did manage to actually send him toppling over into the water. At least there was a positive to her parent’s usual absence–she could invite her boyfriend over whenever she wanted. And push him into her pool.
“Nergüi, sweetheart, think of it as role reversal,” Eyebrows wiggled at him, and Hana grabbed a nearby pool noodle, smacking him across the head with the limp foam, “Now I’m getting you wet. Pretty hot, huh?”
Nergüi growls, grabbing the pool noodle and wrenching it from her grip. He clambers from the water, snarling as he wraps arms around her waist. He pulls her off the ground, stumbling back towards the water.
“Yeah,” He rumbles. “It’s hot. A little too hot. I think we need to cool down.”
With that he just falls backwards into the water, dragging her with him.
@namasteblade witnesses a Delinquent kicking ass.
He wasn’t doing anything. He was just walking. Leaving one class and heading to another, just like any other student. Of course, most people didn’t consider Nergüi as any other student. He was an oddity. A thrill. A gossip topic. He was tough. He was scary and some kids thought he was a rite of passage. Beat the big scary looking biker boy and you’ll be popular.
So when Nergüi hears the challenging, “Oi!” come from across the courtyard he throws his head back and groans. Is it too much to ask that he has just one uneventful day at school? Just one? He won’t admit it, but sometimes Nergüi would actually like to have a normal day. That’s very difficult to get when you look like he does.
Three boys come out of the crowd, which is already circling them. Great! Now they have an audience for their asskicking. These boys look to be in his year, all of them sporty and, judging by the jerseys, they’re probably from the football team. Didn’t he beat the shit out of one of them the other day? He thinks he left him unconscious in the toilet. Oh so this is payback then.
“We want an apology from you,” The blond one says. That would be the one in charge of this confrontation. He is the guy in the middle.
“Yeah!” Adds the black kid on his right. “You put Duncan in hospital! He’s got a concussion because of you!”
Nergüi snorts, hunching forward. “It was mild. The kid’s at home nursing a headache. Instead of being fucking idiots, why don’t you go see him? Help nurse your bosom buddy back to health,” A feral grin. “Maybe you can even help him find all his teeth.”
“That’s it!” Yells the blond one. “Get him!”