#sawyergrant

[zwhacking-archive-blog]

 ‘...can you not? i got this.’

[saoirselavellan]

Closed - To Hunt a Madman

Quick, quiet. Lithe feet padded alongside the main path in haste, far enough to escape notice, near enough to take her shot, if it came to that. She could not slow or she would lose him. Trees as large as towers stood, their massive roots threatening her footing at each bend. They weren't much of an obstacle, but she understood the dangers of confidence and took care to keep her focus. 

 Too many incidents lately; nearby towns were becoming restless. If things stayed this course there would be riots- the keeper or her first blamed for some reckless human's casting, a march on the savage elves and another clan killed for crimes against the humans. The stories were not uncommon. This particular variation insisted that the elves had snatched several villagers of varying age, race and station. Whatever future this mage envisioned for his captives, it did not bode well for her clan. 

 A horse snorted in disapproval somewhere down the hill, and she slowed to a halt. He had stopped for something. She crept, careful steps, watching from cover as he freed a flask from an unseen pocket and drank. She gripped the hilt of her blade, knowing she would not use it but finding satisfaction in the holding. 'Move it,' she thought fiercely, a brief twitch of agitation as if she had hissed it aloud. As history had proven time and again, the moments before a climax of tension between elves and men were finite- far too few for him to stand about aimlessly. The irritation was so palpable she would have felt satisfaction from ending him there. 

 Of course, that wouldn't solve her problem.

 With a calming breath she detached herself from distracting thoughts, and when the horse resumed its trot, she continued her pursuit.

[domanders-blog]

sawyergrant;

        “I don’t know what you plan on doing with     that gun, but pointing at my face would be one     very wrong move.”

[antihercine-blog]

send me (╹◡╹)凸 and i’ll make a moodboard for our muses ;; fallon&sawyer

[killerxfthedead]

Blair stretched out a bit more, enjoying the calm as the sun set. She turned her gaze from the setting sun to the man beside her. "Ya know, for a guy you're not so bad. Most nowadays try to either kill or rape me," she stated nonchalantly. "It's nice for a change, still don't know much about you though."

[kathy-barnett-rp-archive]

Claimed But Not Owned

sawyergrant

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sawyergrant:

He had no idea exactly when it happened, but somewhere along the way, Sawyer had gotten sick.

Badly sick. The kind that made breathing a chore, and walking damn near impossible. His lungs burned with wracking coughs, lips cracked and dry with a constant thirst that he couldn’t seem to shake. Fever had been building up in his system for hours, compounded by days of hunger that seemed to matter less and less as his stomach complained more and more. The few times he tried to eat, he couldn’t keep anything down and soon gave up.

Water. That’s all he wanted, and he was fast running out of it. Even in his growing delirium he tried to conserve it, but the thirst was a frightening beast screaming from the pit of his chest. He had hallucinated an entire conversation with Jess, even going so far as to stumble after her through the trees before he remembered where he was and everything that had happened. Whether that was the fever or dehydration, or both, he couldn’t tell.

Shadows stretched and melted around him, shapes taking form out of thin air and haunting his every step. Voices and other phantom sounds whispered constantly in his ears. He stumbled through a fog until he was too tired to stop, night and day losing all meaning. It was a miracle he didn’t stumble across any of the dead. In this state, he was as free and easy a meal as they were ever going to get. He probably wouldn’t even feel their teeth.

And then, at some point — he couldn’t be sure when — he collapsed. The world disappeared right out from underneath him, and for a while there was a blissful sort of nothingness. If this was death, it was an even bigger relief than he’d hoped for.

Until his eyes opened, and he found himself lying face-down in the dirt.

It took a few seconds for the fog to clear from his brain, but the first thing he registered was a girl on the ground, no more than ten or twelve feet away. Young. Red-Haired. Pretty. Alive. Scared.

His senses snapped sharply into focus. She was struggling hard against the man straddling her, hand on her throat and leaning in close. He too was very much alive — Sawyer realized with sinking dread — and the look on his face was a brutal, unmistakable reality check. This wasn’t death, but the same hell they’d all been living these last few years.

No time to think. All he could do was react.

"Hey," he croaked feebly, trying to push himself up. Shit; his hands were bound tightly at his back. Ankles too.

He tried again, louder this time, too nauseated to think this through with any real care. “Hey! You.”

The man on top of the girl paused, neck craning to give him a blood-curdling look.  Peripherally, Sawyer saw a few more heads turn, and realized all at once that he had been picked up and brought to some kind of camp.

"If you’re keeping me alive for some reason," he rasped, managing to work himself onto his side, "mind sparing a bit of water?

It was the sound that drew their attention, the sound of walking and then a loud thud. Eric had sent two men to investigate and they had returned with this man, the man they just dropped in the dirt. He didn’t want another mouth to worry about, but something about the man, maybe his size, or that he was sick, or a sense he could prove useful, at the very least bait made him keep the man alive. After they had dropped the man off Eric had gone over and checked him out, the fever radiating off his body. It wasn’t the sickness that turned people, no he had seen that too many times. This man would be turned already if that were the case. Still he investigated for bites and finding none, disarmed him, bound him, and left him there. Whatever the man was sick with would either kill him, and then he would have to be put down, or he would recover.

In another life Eric had been a doctor, taken the oath to do no harm, but life had a funny way of screwing you over and by the time the world changed he was jaded and angry.  It was then that he decided the world owed him and he would take whatever the fuck he wanted from it. Kathy wasn’t the first girl that he and his group had taken, but she had stayed alive the longest. There was fire in her belly and heart, and it excited Eric, he was determined to break it.

He had almost forgotten the man was there until he was ‘playing’ with his pet. The tightness of his grip on her throat was enough to make her black out, although she didn’t stay that way long. He wanted her, wanted to hurt her over and over. Raising his fist again to hit her he stopped when he heard the soft word. Arching a brow at the interruption he stood from Kathy and looked at their new companion. His eyes held anger, anger at being disturbed and anger at the audacity of this man to do it.

Eric motioned with his hand for his men to keep their eyes ready, to be ready to react if necessary. Kathy was moaning softly behind him, and without looking at her he swung out with his foot and connected it to her, making her yell and then still.Eric stopped and let out a laugh. “You’ve got balls I’ll give you that.” Turning to the other men he nodded and one of them stood and brought water over to the man. Slowly helping him drink it as Eric joined them. “What’s your name boy?” He was on his haunches, appearing at ease and calm but it was only a mask to hide the deadly snake underneath, ready to strike and hit it’s mark at any moment.

[antihercine-blog]

*clears throat*

"Um yes, my name's Fallon Grey and I'm sexually attracted to my adoptive crack parents"

[beaniesandmachetes--a]

sawyergrant replied to your post “You're gonna be fine, okay? You... You'll be fine." (because revenge)”

I QUIT FOREVER BYE

Why? Whats the matter? You didn't like the REVENGE YOU ASKED FOR.