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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 19:45:01 GMT -5
Lance pranced down the stairs of the metro towards the Gara de Nord. His nose was twitching, and the hair on the back of his neck was standing on edge. Although not the oldest member of the pack, he did know that this was Validus turf. He could smell unfamiliar scents lingering in the air, and his amber eyes were narrowed.
He'd managed to contact Ice, since Lucas had been unreachable. He was waiting for her though, since he could now find more than one scent in the trail he had followed. He was a scout, after all. Doing this much was easy for him, but dealing with trespassers was another story. Not that he couldn't fight, but more so that he preferred to avoid ruining his pretty face.
He tugged on his green jacket, scratching at his short red curls out of nervous habit. If he was in wolf form he'd be itching his ears, but the metro was not a place for that. It was late too, so very few people were even using the metro at this hour. It made the trespassers even more unwelcome, for they were obviously trying to draw attention to themselves.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 19:55:56 GMT -5
It was late, but the call she had gotten from Lance was to important to just go to bed and wait for the morning to come around. Ice had changed into her black outfit. Black shirt, black pants, black everything and had made her way towards the Gara de Nord. It hadn't taken her that long plus she just followed the trail that Lance had left behind him. Taking off in a run, Ice followed her nose and Lance's scent before she ran into Lance himself.
She got up and brushed herself off, before looking at the male in front of her. The scent coming off of him told her that it was Lance himself. "About time I ran into you Lance. Literally." she said. Helping her pack-mate up, she looked around. "Alright, where is the intruder?" she asked. Her heart was pounding for a little fight and right now, that's what she wanted. |
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 20:08:58 GMT -5
Lance let out a startled yelp when something suddenly slammed into him. He landed flat on his rear, causing him to grunt. I swear, I keep landing on my ass... he looked up, his nose telling him the one who had tried to run him over was Ice. A sheepish grin spread across his features, and he took the offered hand happily.
"Always a pleasure to be run over by a pretty lady." he said, getting to his feet and patting himself off. He pointed in the direction of Gara de Nord, "Intruders to be more specific. They tried to make it seem like there was just one of them, but I caught on to the crossed paths once I made it down here." He hadn't been prepared for a fight, since he had originally planned to head over to the club for a night o fun. He had on black jeans, and there was a dark red long-sleeved shirt under his jacket. Well, he could still move in them at least. "I decided to wait when I realized there was more than one."
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 20:28:03 GMT -5
Ice knew about how Lance always tried to charm all the ladies and right now, Ice was to busy trying to think of what to do. She just shrugged at his remark and listened to him explain that there was more than one intruder. Ice caught their scents now and her nose wrinkled, "Well they didn't try hard enough." Ice patted Lance's back lightly, "You did good on calling me. Lucas is out doing something, so I was the only one to reach other than Cyrus. But you did good calling me." she said.
Ice turned to the direction of the Gara de Nord and walked towards it. In her boot, Ice had a hidden blade that she kept with her at all times, no matter where she went or what she wore. "Alright, let's have some fun." she whispered, and let out a low whistle. She heard rats move and something else move to. Her eyes sparked and shined, Good. she thought. |
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 20:39:07 GMT -5
He seemed pleased with the compliment, a smile taking place of his momentarily serious expression. He skipped after her, also ready to fight if needed. He had two blades sewn into his jacket sleeves. Despite his laid-back demeanor, he wasn't a fool. He'd been on his own for many years before joining Lucas and didn't survive on pure luck. "Not really my definition of fun but...I guess I can play too." he mumbled, amber eyes seeming to glisten now.
The M3 station was poorly lit ahead, but three silhouettes could be seen as they rounded the corner. One was of a large man, nearly twice Lance's size, accompanied by another man and a woman. They were standing in a circle, conversing with each other as one played with a knife out of boredom. They looked shady, and Lance felt his lip curl into a snarl at how comfortable they looked in territory that was not theirs.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 21:07:28 GMT -5
When she saw the silhouettes come around a corner, a smile formed on her pale lips. She could see them perfectly...just about...Ice could see the woman looked at her and how some of the men watching them. "What? Afraid you'll get your butts kicked by a girl?!" she couldn't help it. Ice herself was a trouble-maker, and so she knew what to do and what not to do..sometimes. She saw the man with knife move towards them, the knife in his hand.
"Lance.. You better get ready." Her thoughts went to the males next to her. IF need be, Ice would protect him. Ice had killed nearly twenty hunters that had been going after Lucas, so why couldn't she do that now? Ice had knelt down and gotten her dagger, twirling it in her hand. Of course, she didn't need it but what the hell, why not have it with her? "Let's have a party." |
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 21:18:09 GMT -5
A single blade seemed to appear into his hand as Lance flicked his wrist. His once care-free mood had changed drastically, his teeth baring as he took sight of the large man. "Leave the big one to me, Ice. That little guy with the knife seems to have been offended by you." he responded, eyes narrowing to slits as he took in the sheer size of the werewolf.
Was that guy on steroids or something, seriously he was huge! Well, hopefully that meant that Lance was quicker, and could work more towards picking off specific places instead of simply overwhelming him.
The largest of the trio turned to the two Validus packs. "Oh look, it seems like the pups finally came out to play." the giant, as lance had now deemed him, gave a hearty laugh before slamming his fists together.
Oh great, his brain was full of steroids too.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 21:28:37 GMT -5
Nodding, Ice let the woman and man with the knife come towards her. Of course, being her cocky self, she decided to be a little...fearful to the two werewolves. "Let's see what you two have." she said. The man attacked her first, swinging his knife at her chest. With complete grace she moved out of the way and jumped over a kick from the one. Pushing off of the wall, Ice flipped and landed a blow in the woman's stomach.
Landing on her feet, Ice had just enough time to duck before her head was chopped off. "Damn. Can't you wait?" she growled. The woman was unconscious...completely. And now, all that was left was the male and his knife. "A pretty lady like you, fighting with a pup like him. What has our kind gotten to?" Ice smirked, and caught his arm as it swung at her. Ice twisted it slightly, and he let out a painful whimper. "At least that pup, can take pain unlike you." she said, before leaning towards him. "And not whimper for his mother." she added. Unaware of his other hand, Ice went to kick him as soon as he cut her arm. Her foot connected, but pain shot up her arm the instant she moved. |
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 21:37:32 GMT -5
Lance quickly cut off the large werewolf from Ice, placing himself in between them as much as possible as he raised his blade. The large man just grinned, pulling out a freaking sword-looking thing from his coat. Lance groaned and rolled his eyes, of course. This guy has to be compensating for something. Lance chuckled to himself, letting out a startled yelp as he rolled out of the way of the sword. It embedded itself into the ground where he had been moments before, and he kicked at it to knock the giant off balance long enough to get a good kick in before bouncing back.
He glanced over, getting a glimpse of Ice taking down the lady-wolf before moving on to the knife man. "Hey!" he whined, running at the giant. The large werewolf took a sideways swing at him, and he vaulted into the air above it. He flipped and turned, legs wrapping around the mans neck before he grunted, pulling the ogre onto the ground with a loud thud. It was a move he'd seen on tv, and had been dying to try out. "I am not a pup!" he finished, rolling away as the giant reached for him.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 21:45:39 GMT -5
Once both of the wolves were down and out of the way, Ice made her way towards Lance. Ignoring the pain she was feeling, Ice watched as Lance took the big man down. A slight smile formed on her lips as she enjoyed what she was seeing. Of course, it was easy to do the move Lance had done. Ice had done it plenty of time when her and Lucas wrestled when their parents hadn't been home. Oh, how she missed those days. Maybe some other time she could challenge her brother again.
Shaking her head, she drew her attention back to the fight at hand. Then she remembered the dagger she had brought. "I believe it's time I joined." Moving with ease, even with pain throbbing through her body, Ice moved gracefully towards the two males. "Alright big boy, let's have some little fun. Before I take you to the dog pound." she said, a smile forming on her lips. How she was enjoying her time here, without Luc watching her constantly...was very amazing. |
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 21:54:17 GMT -5
Lance glanced over at Ice, his face showing concern as he smelled her blood. The moment of distraction cost him though, for a meaty fist connected with the side of his head. He went sprawling, seeing stars as he struggled to keep his footing. "No more falling on my ass!" he roared, glaring at the giant as blood trickled from his forehead. The giant was grinning at him, though glanced behind him as Ice approached from behind him.
The giant seemed panicked now, realizing his two companions were down. Lance reached up, his face distorting as he felt a warm liquid. Oi, this bastard hit me in the face!
He snarled, his second blade coming out as he charged at the giant. I will aim high, you aim low Ice. he projected his thoughts to her, his voice dripping with a ferocity not normally seen. He was fully prepared to kill, werewolf or not.
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 22:08:38 GMT -5
Oh she heard his thoughts alright and she was enjoying the idea of it. 'That is completely fine with me, Lance.' Ice flipped the dagger, catching it by the blade. "Say hi to the devil for me will ya?" she asked mockingly, then Ice threw her dagger. She had aimed just above the thigh and close enough that he would remember tonight. Remember her. Remember the ice blue eyes of a girl that was dangerous and deadly...put together. But then she smelled blood and looked over to Lance. "That's not good. We will have to make sure you don't have a concussion or something worse." she said, going over to him. ice had completely forgotten about her own injury all together. Right now, she was a tad worried about Lance.
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 22:21:01 GMT -5
Lance had aimed high, a strong kick connecting with the giants head in mirror of his own injury. His blades then flashed, creating an X over his chest as Ice threw her knife. The giant fell to the ground with a loud thud. Lance glared at him, giving him another kick for satisfaction before turning to Ice. His expression immediately changed, eyes going wide as he rushed to her. His arms were flailing, and he nearly tripped in his rush to her.
"Ice! OHMYGOD, you got hurt!" his hands reached out, taking hold of her hand carefully as he examined the wound on her arm. "I'm used to being whacked in the head, no worries." he brushed her concerns away with a tut-tut voice. "My head's made of steel, though if I get a scar on my face I'm going to die."
He looked up at her, nearly blubbering now with worry about her wound. "We have to get this patched up."
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Post by Azuki Navaaha on Sept 2, 2012 22:32:55 GMT -5
She couldn't help but laugh at him as he worried about her wound. "I'm fine. It's not the first time I've gotten hurt nor will it be my last." Ice removed her arm from his hands. Yes it was painful to move, but she was used to it. To her, scars were just memories, history being told from a different meaning. She rolled her eyes at him, "That is why I won't find myself a mate." she said, commenting on his 'I'm going to die if I get a scar on my face' remark. Sooner or later, everyone was going to be getting a scar or two or even more.
"No, Lance. I'm completely fine and I don't need looking after. Lucas already does that" she said, growling slightly. Ice wasn't the most friendly female anyone would meet. Especially to strangers...or on the occasion her own pack mates, but that was very rare. "Come on. Let's get out of here before they decide to wake up." she said. Ice walked over to the big guy and pulled her dagger out before wiping it off and putting it back in her boot and making her way out of the Gara De Nord.
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Post by Eri on Sept 2, 2012 22:43:55 GMT -5
Lance made a pouting face, giving the intruders a final glare. "I was told that Ice doesn't have a mate because she's stubborn and independent." he said, now smiling as his blades went back into his jacket sleeves. "Scars have their own charm, I think. But they don't really suit me, and my face is so close to perfect it's a sin. Too many ladies in town will be heartbroken if it was hurt. It would be a catastrophe."
He caught up to her as she made her way out of Gara de Nord, not seeming to notice her growl. "Lucas is busy though, right? C'mon, lemme help. If you let me help your arm, I will let you help my head." He was a persistent type, to the point of being annoying.
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