1x1 Bleu and Angel [CLOSED]
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Posted 2022-10-03 19:13:40
He heard a rage-filled roar fill the empty clearing, and tried to yell for him to leave but nothing came out. Panic rose in him as the two princes turned to who could only be Quesnel, swords in hand. He knew that his half-brother had some of the strength of a shifter, being part shifter. He got the human part though, fortunately. He had no doubt that the beast of a man could kill the full human one though. He heard Quesnel say something, but it sounded like he was far away. Until all of a sudden he felt himself being dragged. The two men made protests, one of them going after the bear and trying to get Fable out of the bear's jaws. |
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Posted 2022-10-04 07:37:29
He positioned his feet, one behind the other, tensing his body. What was that one saying? "Defensive is the best offensive", or something? Bah, not significant enough to fret over. He needed to keep them at bay. As one of the men drew closer to Cerise, the bear dropped Blue-Eyes, stepping over his body and letting out a snarl. Quesnel jumped back, attempting to get between the man and the bear, shoving his axe at the man. "Cerise," he shouted to the bear, who had picked Blue-Eyes up again, trying to sling him over her back. "Hurry, get outta here!" |
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Posted 2022-10-04 08:03:22
"Did he get to you with his sob story on how his sister died?" He asked, letting out a malicious laugh. "She deserved to die, you know. No beast like them deserves to live, he just gave us another reason by starting to kill the townspeople. Do you really stand behind them on those people dying?" |
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Posted 2022-10-04 08:56:31
Pausing, he stilled his breathing, fixing the men with a steely glare. He couldn't give his true intentions away. He tightened his grip, gritting his teeth. "Your father hired me under the pretense that I was helping the kingdom, and now I learn that he was lying. So, naturally, I'm pissed." Quesnel felt a rush of anger fill his chest like a bullfrog's, and he held his tongue. How he really wanted to let these men know what was just on his mind! "Killed just for existing?" he said, his blood boiling. "What a wretched people you are! Do you kill the weakest calves before they have a chance to grow? Do you not give anything a chance?" He clenched his jaw. "Of course, I stand behind him. He deserves his justice," he said, strands of hair falling into his face as he bowed his head. "As do I." "Your father promised me an herbal remedy in exchange for the termination of the beast you are trying so hard to kill. I assume he lied about this as well?" he tilted his head to the side slightly, digging his heel into the dirt. He wanted to punch something. Hard. Remember your training, Quesnel. Don't let the anger get ahold of you. It is your enemies' greatest weapon. He took a deep breath, focusing on the space beside one of the men's ear. "You will get what is due." |
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Posted 2022-10-04 17:44:13
They kept their swords at the ready, and it was obvious they were.. poking the bear, so to speak. So no one could be sure if they were telling the truth or not. You could trust that the king is a horrible man, or you could think they're lying. Either way, they win. Oleander stepped forwards and in the blink of an eye he was by the hunter, sword being brought down on the man with a malicious glint in his eye. "Catch." |
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Posted 2022-10-04 19:22:07
"Scum of the earth," he murmured, but he knew that was wrong of him to say. Even the mucus from a slug was more valued than these men. Before he knew what was happening, the bigger man was in front of him, his sword slicing through the air. Quesnel back-pedaled, holding his axe up to deflect the blade. He was too slow; it grazed his cheek, leaving a gash from his brow to his chin on the side of his face. Letting out a pained bellow, he pushed the man away again. He was too slow, too clumsy. He would surely die here. He spit out the blood that cascaded from his split lip, glaring at the men. He refused to leave Cerise and Blue-Eyes at the mercy of the monsters. And so, he did something he's done thousands of times before. He turned and ran. |
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Posted 2022-10-04 19:39:43
Fable opened his eyes slowly, although he still felt extremely faint. He coughed, looking around and groaning. He recognized this as the cave near the stream, and blinked slowly. He was disoriented, but not enough that he was still afraid. His body was extremely sore as he moved, so he looked down at his side, seeing the fur matted with blood. "Oh, Gods.." He rasped, clenching his teeth. "Quesnel..?" He called out, voice rough and sore. "Hello?" He turned his head a bit, looking for Cerise if he couldn't find Quesnel. He saw her not that far away and tried to get up, inhaling a sharp breath. |
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Posted 2022-10-04 20:25:15
"Guess he needed an extra dose," he muttered, bending down to pick up his shirt from the rock. It was still slightly damp from him trying to get the blood out (there was still a slight stain on the chest from where it dripped), but he slung it over his shoulder regardless. He walked over, nervously fumbling with a smooth stone He had found in the stream bed. He, like Cerise, peered around the corner, pushing his hair out of his face. At the sight of Blue-Eyes trying to push himself up, he let out a sharp gasp, rushing into the cave. "No, no, no, lay back down!" He crouched beside the makeshift bed, concern etched in his face. He bit his lip, a nervous habit of his. "You weren't supposed to be awake yet, I haven't had the time to dress your wound." He stood again, turning and mumbling to himself. He fumbled around in his bags for a moment, talking to himself, nearly panicked. "Ugh, where did I put it?" Cerise let out a huff, poking a leather bag right beside Quesnel's feet. "Oh," he said, his breathing slowing a little. He scooped it up and opened it, bringing it back over to Fable, before crouching down again. He glanced up, smiling sheepishly, the gash on his face rippling. It was still obviously fresh, and it would no doubt give him a wicked scar. "I gave you some sleeping herbs while you were still passed out. I hope you don't mind." |
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Posted 2022-10-04 20:36:54
He felt the tears start running down the sides of his face, taking in a shaky breath. "Oh my gods. What have I done?" He asked the sky, biting his lip slightly as he tried to keep himself from full on sobbing once again. He reached over to touch the wound in his side, wincing and hissing as he pulled his hand away quickly. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." He whispered, mostly talking to himself. "Quesnel. In case I dont make it. I want you to know my name. So that I'm not just 'that one shifter'." He said, taking a deep breath. "My name is Fable." |
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Posted 2022-10-04 21:24:08
"Your face," Blue-Eyes said, his voice cracking. The man blinked in surprise, before remembering. His hand reached up, but before he could grab hold of Blue-Eyes's wrist, he laid back down. Quesnel sat back on his heels, head bowed. "It's nothing, really," he said, brushing his fingers over his wound. "At least I didn't lose an eye, right?" He gave a half-hearted chuckle, but maybe now wasn't the time to joke around. Still can't get the timing right, he thought, shaking his head sljghtly. When he looked back up to Blue-Eyes, he saw that he was crying. Quesnel felt a rush of stabbing guilt, pity, and panic. "No, no, it's alright! I'll just dress it and it'll heal and everything will be alright!" He quickly bent down, pulling up a spare blanket and covering Blue-Eyes with it. He couldn't die, not yet. He fell silent, watching Blue-Eyes with wide eyes. "My name is Fable." Quesnel sat for a moment, pondering this. Here we go again, he thought, before it was whisked away into the hurricane of emotions and thoughts. He sat for a minute or two, just staring at Fable. Fable, Fable, Fable. What a nice name. Argh, not the time, Ques! He opened his mouth, paused for a second, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Fable." |
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