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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 22, 2009 18:27:09 GMT -8
It actually hurt Amri to see the fear in Tristan's eyes, like for once he didn't actually want someone to be scared of him even though they were weak. He had been hoping something like this wouldn't happen, but in the back of his mind, he had always known how this would end, because it seemed like that was part of the curse, part of the Blue-Eyed Curse, that he would always be doomed to walk alone, regardless of whether he wanted to or not. But it didn't really matter though, now did it? He was still the strongest.
However, his eyes flashed when Tristan transformed and revealed himself to be a wolf. What was this? Was he a werewolf? Maybe he wasn't as weak as he seemed...anger pulsated through him, wondering if this had all just been a trick to get money out of him. His fists clenched as he strengthened his stance. God, how he hated anything that wasn't human...not to say he liked humans all that much, but everything else were just plain cheaters, using skills they hadn't even worked for, like he had. They had no idea about the desires humans had.
But he remembered his grin, his squeals, and the way he wrapped his arms around his legs. He was just scared. He was just surviving...like him, so he couldn't attack him, not like he was just some werewolf. Sucking in a deep breath, he slowly wiped his hands on his sash that was already red so it wouldn't show as easily, and then he lowered himself to the ground, like he was saying that he was done. "They were going to hurt you," he said, even though he knew he couldn't make himself understood. He should just leave, for he knew this wasn't something he could explain without using words, but he couldn't just leave now.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 23, 2009 13:38:09 GMT -8
Tristan continued to growl and snarl at Amri, his fur bristling and his upper lip pulled back as he bared his teeth at Amri, doing his best to look menacing and scare him away. Part of him wanted to lunge at Amri, to sink his teeth into his flesh and taste his blood on his tongue, but Tristan hated seeing people get hurt, especially when he had hurt them, so he wasn't going to allow himself to hurt him. Especially because Amri was...or had been, his friend. He didn't hurt his friends...the scarce few that he had, anyways.
He saw Amri shift, bracing, as though getting ready to attack him back. He paused for a moment as he considered turning and running away, terrified that Amri would do to him as he'd done to the men. Still, he held himself in place for a few minutes more, and then Amri crouched down. He immediately stopped growling, instead shuffling backwards slightly, his dark fur still bristling as he kept his dark eyes locked onto Amri's. Amri said something...and he no longer sounded mean or scary. Instead he sounded almost sad. Of course, Tristan had no idea what was being said to him- if he couldn't understand in human form, then how could he be expected when all of Amri's words just sounded like gibberish to him?
He slowly straightened, moving out of his crouch, though he continued to watch Amri warily. Finally he moved forward slightly, sniffing the air, and then stopped and lowered himself to the ground, so that he was almost lying down and shuffled even closer to Amri on his belly. His ears were still pricked and his eyes were still locked onto Amri's, but he looked less dangerous and more just cautious now. He wasn't sure what he wanted Amri to do...maybe pet him, or maybe he just wanted to see whether Amri would attack him if he moved closer. He wasn't sure, either way._________________________________________
Words: 344
Mood: Good
Notes: None [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 23, 2009 17:43:11 GMT -8
Amri kept his eyes away from the wolf that was slowly creeping towards him, though it's movement was kept under close surveillance using his hyperactive sense of touch through the ground, and he could still see him out of the corner of his eye. No matter who it was, even if he trusted someone or if they wouldn't hurt a fly, he would never let his guard down, it just wasn't in his nature. He would never just let himself be killed, even if sometimes he felt like it, even if sometimes he felt like finding out for sure whether or whether not there was an afterlife.
It was hard to keep sitting there on the ground when there was so much energy and adrenaline pulsing through him, demon inside him telling him to find something else to kill. He wanted to. He wanted to feel strong again, and to get stronger, and to just make himself better in every way possible. He wanted to be the person that no one would ever be able to beat, because only then would he be truly satisfied with what he had become. To give up everything to become only second best would be failure, and failure wasn't an option.
But at the same time, he had to stay, if only to show somehow that sometimes he killed to protect something. And really, those men had deserved it anyway, attacking them like that. "Don't expect you to understand," he laughed sarcastically, "Some people just see the rainbows, and the...flowers." It was then when he looked up into the air to see the flapping pale blue wings of a delicate creature known as a butterfly. He stared at it for a moment as he absent-mindedly reached out with a finger to stroke the nose of the wolf that was now close enough.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 23, 2009 18:51:08 GMT -8
Amri was speaking more gibberish to him, and while he let out a sarcastic laugh, Tristan no longer felt threatened. Perhaps he was too trusting, but he didn't know any better. While he hadn't forgiven Amri for killing those men, as it had seemed like he'd done it for no reason, since to him it had just looked like the men had wanted to play with tehm too, but he was sure that Amri must have had his reasons...Sure, Tristan didn't know him well, but he hadn't thought of Amri as being a mean person, not at all. In fact, Amri was probably one of the nicest people he'd ever met, which was why the fact that Amri had hurt those men was so confusing.
He shut his eyes as Amri pet his nose with one finger, enjoying the finger. He tilted his head slightly and licked Amri's hand before pulling away once more, stepping a few feet away from Amri. He wasn't backing away from him because he was scared or something, he just wanted to change back into human form. He took a few deep breaths, and then his form began to ripple. He whimpered even now, in wolf form as he collapsed, his body already changing, the fur shortening until most of it disappeared, his teeth and fingernails going back to normal, as did his face and every other part of his body, until Tristan, the small, frail, peasant boy was left, lying naked on the ground and panting from the effort of forcing the change. On his right shoulder, the large scar where he'd been bitten by a werewolf was in plain view.
Only a few moments later he'd recovered, and when he did he pushed himself to his knees, too young to notice or care that he was naked as he regarded Amri, looking a little hesitant now, yet much less scared than he had been before. He didn't move for a few moments, just stared at Amri until he finally threw himself forward, actually able to wrap his arms around Amri in almost a proper hug since Amri was crouching down. Sure, he'd just watched Amri kill those men...but he felt safe around Amri. Besides, it's not like Amri had attacked him. He just clung onto Amri, burying his face in his shoulder._________________________________________
Words: 407
Mood: Good =D
Notes: So, this didn't go quite as I'd planned, but I felt so bad for Amri! D= I couldn't make Tristan stay terrified of him. [/size]
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Post by Amri Amatzya on Sept 23, 2009 20:15:13 GMT -8
He was so relieved when he turned back into his human form, for he would always be prejudiced against other races, but when he collapsed on the side of him, all of those thoughts went away. Was he forgiving him for killing people in front of him? Or was he just too tired to care? Or...was it that this small person was depending on him, and actually trusting him? What a...strange concept. For someone to look to him instead of running away from him. For someone to not understand, but not care either. And so, Amri put one arm around his little, huddled body.
With the other hand he slowly undid the knot that connected his shoulder plate to his chest plate and the unhooked the fastenings on the side. After pulling out the part of his armor under his sash, he tossed it aside to lay on the ground. But then he unwrapped the top part of his hakama and instead wrapped it around Tristan. Then, putting the same arm under his knees, he scooped him up and transferred him onto his lap, where he held him close to his now bare chest, trying to keep him warm for it was indeed rather chilly, and not everyone was as resistant to the elements as he.
He bounced him slightly to keep him moving and used part of the cloth now wrapped around him to wipe his face, but then, with his hand, gently directed his face upwards to the butterfly, guessing that he would like it. He himself liked looking at it as it just floated in irregular patterns, flying without a care in the world. A small smile alighted on his face, and he hoped that Tristan would see it too, and maybe even smile with him.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Sept 24, 2009 8:46:54 GMT -8
To be honest, Tristan was a little surprised when Amri wrapped his arm around him, though he was pleasantly surprised. He'd thought Amri was nice, sure, but he hadn't though Amri was the type to really show affection in...well...any way. He was glad that he'd been wrong, however. He smiled softly as Amri wrapped part of his clothing around him, already feeling warmer because of the body heat that the clothes had absorbed from Amri. Next Amri scooped him up and transferred him into his lap, holding him close to his bare chest. Tristan willingly leaned against him, his head resting on his chest tiredly, small smile in place though his eyes were growing progressively heavier. Transforming always left him exhausted, especially since he didn't do it often.
He allowed Amri to wipe his face and then lift his chin, tilting his head back so that he set his eyes on the butterfly. Immediately the smile on his face grew brighter, and had be not been so tired he would have wanted to chase it. He still reached up towards it with one hand, though it was too far away to touch. He allowed his arm to fall back down to his side, instead glancing at Amri's face, spotting the bright smile on his face, which only made Tristan's smile grow even more. Amri looked happy, and it made him happy to see that. Finally his eyes slowly closed, and within a few more seconds he was fast asleep, his head still leaning against Amri's chest._________________________________________
Words: 268
Mood: Good <)
Notes: I NOW LOVE AMRI! Not as in love love, but I think he's fucking adorable, and he really will make a great father!! [/size]
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