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Post by Micheia on Nov 1, 2005 21:29:25 GMT -5
Sorin turned the communicator off and met the gazes of his fellow warriors. “Valad Clavis, said that the young Master’s mate is all ready here. He said we should look for him and assist him…”
“Do you know what he looks like?” A blonde Zercan asked Sorin.
“Yes… Now spread out and search!” Sorin shouted.
((Okay… this sucked big time!!! >_< Forgive me for that… My brain isn't working properly for some reason...))
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Post by Yeril on Nov 1, 2005 21:52:24 GMT -5
Yeril shifted on his feet, glaring at the vile, little man before him. "Move," he said threateningly. The red-head seemed unperturbed by his command though, and simply sneered back at him.
The sight of such a gleeful look on the other's face boiled his blood, and he did the first thing he could think of doing to relieve himself of such anger: he punched him. The guard reeled back with a hand to his jaw, looking shocked that he had actually been punched. It was perfectly within Yeril's rights as a mate to punish the other for keeping him from his mate though.
The blonde wasn't satisfied with that though, not knowing if the other would try to stop him again or would attack him. He threw another jab at the man and kept at it for a bit, losing himself slightly in the overwhelming feeling of justice and of the fight. He stopped though when he noticed blood on his knuckles.
He looked back at the man and winced. The man wasn't...dead, at least. The guard was even more horrible to look at now; he really hadn't meant to go that far...Oh, well.
He let out something between a growl and a sigh before he tromped over to the ship's door. He wretched in open and went inside. He could feel the thrum of Micheia's closeness.
I'm here...I'm finally here for you, sweetling, he thought before he took of running through the corridor, letting his heart guide him.
((It's fine. ^_^ It's...transition-y!))
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Post by Micheia on Nov 2, 2005 20:57:44 GMT -5
The communicator beeped and Sorin stopped running. Pressing the talk button, he listened to the person on the other line. “Sir, we found him. He was seen entering a ship at the south port.” Sorin frowned; a little worried of what their young Master’s mate might do.
“Very well, head out at the south port.” He ordered.
“Yes sir!”
~o~o~o~
Yeril…
Tears poured out of unseeing crimson eyes as the man above the young teen spilled his seed inside the boy. The red-head grunted, raising himself, he looked down at his wonderful prize. “You’ve been a very good boy, Micheia.” He smirked and gently kissed the young Zercan on the forehead.
The red-head started when alarms suddenly blared. “What on Zerca! Kali, what’s going on?!” He barked at his computer.
“Captain Cyrus, an intruder has entered the ship!” the computer replied.
Cyrus growled and wrenched himself away from the unmoving body of Micheia. Donning on his clothes, he immediately ordered the computer to turn-off the alarms and swiftly moved for the door. He looked back at the young Zercan on the bed and gave one last satisfied smirk before moving out of the door.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 3, 2005 21:23:07 GMT -5
Yeril winced as the alarms shut off; their harsh ringing still echoing in his ears. He kept glancing all around him as he sped through the hallways. No one had found him yet, but he wasn't sure how long he had until they did come after him.
He turned a corner and continued on. So far, he had been moving solely on where his feet felt like taking him. It was like Micheia's soul was calling his own, for he knew that was what he was moving towards...towards his loved one.
He had to keep moving.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 5, 2005 6:45:04 GMT -5
Cyrus turned at the right corner and immediately spotted the so called intruder. A blonde man as tall as himself if not a little bit taller. Various tattoos covered the man’s body and he has one very unique hairstyle.
“Well, well, well… What do we have here?” Cyrus mocked; smirking as the man finally noticed at him.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 5, 2005 11:04:47 GMT -5
Yeril narrowed his eyes at the man before him. His instincts were screaming 'DANGERDANGERDANGER!!!' at him, and he knew that this must be the one who took Micheia. He also could have sworn that he smelled a small whisp of his mate's scent on the man, but that was impossible...He knew he had to have imagined it.
He stopped in his steps, quickly shifting into a fighting stance. "You know what I'm here for," he hissed out; his words adopting a deeper, silkier tone in his anger.
"You realize I'm going to have to kill you, right? Although, if you step aside and let me get to my mate now, you'll have a few moments of life left to you before I come back to destroy you. MOVE."
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Post by Micheia on Nov 5, 2005 14:37:10 GMT -5
Cyrus couldn’t help but chuckle, highly amused by the man’s actions. “Oh my… Aren’t we the hostile one?” He shifted on his stance, crossing his arms in front of him and studying the blonde. He smirked. “So, you’re Micheia’s mate…” His eyes narrowed in contemplation, the air seems suddenly heavier and more charged.
“Not too bad, if I do say so myself…” A malicious glint entered his emerald eyes, and a twisted smile formed on his lips. “Smell something familiar?” He suddenly asked the blonde. He continued to study the man, highly thrilled and amused by the man’s confusion.
Cyrus loved to play games, even when he was young. It gave him great satisfaction to see his opponents lose… and watch them suffer during the aftermath. This was no different. In fact, this was more satisfying than any of the games that he ever played in his life. And his loving every minute and every second of it.
“Us Zercans have highly powerful sense of smell… but I suppose you all ready know that, don’t you? One sniff and we could easily tell the different scents that permits the air. Hhhmmm… and you, my friend, have Micheia’s wonderful scent.” The smile turned sly. “Micheia… such a wonderful person he is. Kind, gentle and so very, very sweet, Micheia is the epitome of beauty in the eyes of many… not just you… But I digress…”
The smile suddenly turned into a menacing grin as Cyrus bared his elongating fangs at the Mentsiquarian. “Can’t you smell it? Can’t you smell the very same scent that clings to your body into… mine?” He happily watched the blonde digest the information, and waits for the new game that was about to start.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 5, 2005 15:02:34 GMT -5
Yeril froze and a cold sweat broke over him as he took in what the other was saying. It couldn’t be though…No…Not true…What the other was going on about just had to be false!
Deep down though, he knew that it was correct. The smell of Micheia was not something he could deny.
It didn’t destroy him though; the time for tears would be later. He could tell that it wouldn’t have been by his mate’s choice that this had happened…That the younger had been force by this man…No, this monster.
A growl erupted from the blonde’s throat and he lunged at the man, trying to get passed him. It was obvious to him that his beloved would be in dire need of him right now. Guilt began pouring into him to accompany his anger, adding strength and speed to his personage.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 5, 2005 15:15:45 GMT -5
Cyrus was ready for the other man’s lunged and he quickly shifted his stance so he could block the man off. “Now, now… temper, temper…” He taunted as a battle for supremacy commenced.
((I’m NO good at fight scenes… >_< Meh!))
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Post by Yeril on Nov 5, 2005 15:30:30 GMT -5
"Damn it!" Yeril cursed as the other was able to block him. He rubbed his stomach where the man's arm had grazed him when it changed positions. It hurt, but...
The blonde bared his teeth, contemplating the sitation and trying to think of the best way to get to his mate. The man was a full-blooded Zercan though, which doubled the effort that the Mentsiquarian would have to put into the fight. He wondered if he would be able to knock the other off-balance, if only for a few moments. It would be just enough...Maybe...
With as much speed as he could, he swung his leg around in a low circle, swiping at the man's legs. At the same time, he brought his opposite arm up to hook it towards the other's chest. He was hoping that one would connect, or at least distract the man enough so that he stumbled.
((S'kay!))
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Post by Micheia on Nov 5, 2005 15:52:27 GMT -5
The blonde was good… he could say that much. Cyrus grinned. But not good enough… Be fore he could counter the blonde’s attack, a black –spotted golden leopard lunged at him out of nowhere, bringing him down. “The f*@&!” He howled as the weight of the huge leopard settle on him.
He looked up and stared the leopard in the eyes. “Cyril…” He growled menacingly. The golden leopard shape shifted and a man now replaced the cat.
Cyril stared right back at his so called brother unwavering. “Go.” He ordered to the blonde though his gaze never left his brother’s form. “I’ll take care of this.” It’s about damn time that he did too…
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Post by Yeril on Nov 5, 2005 16:07:54 GMT -5
Yeril blinked in slight shock and confusion before shaking his head and nodding. He couldn't let him be distracted right now! He had a mate to get to!
The Mentsiquarian jumped over the two figures in the middle of the doorway and began to run. There was one door at the very end of the hallway and he knew that it was the right one. Slowly he took a deep breath before pushing it open and moving inside.
He glanced around the room and had to cover his mouth at the musky, damp smell of it entered his nose. He turned his head and gasped at the sight of his young mate huddled naked on a bed. He rushed over to the teen and lightly put a hand on the other's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, Micheia...I'm so sorry...Sweetie, I'm sorry...Forgive me...I love you...I'm sorry," he murmured over and over as his voice slowly began to fill with tears. He was trying to be strong, but the sight of his mate in such a way filled his heart with such despair. His poor, sweet, wonderful, beautiful, little mate is such obvious pain set his insides in twists.
"I'm sorry...," he repeated, willing the boy to respond to him.
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Post by Micheia on Nov 5, 2005 16:39:34 GMT -5
Micheia curled to himself, blank eyes staring into space. His mind to traumatize with what had happened was unable to comprehend his surroundings. He could hear a voice calling out to him. Yeril… His heart rejoiced. He came... he was finally here. His mate had come. But…
No… not like this… he couldn’t see me… like this… Tears sprang forth once again in his eyes. Anger, sadness and despair clung to his being. Why did this happen? He didn’t ask for it. All he wanted was to be with his mate and spend some time with him. And yet… it all ended like this.
He felt so ashamed. He felt so dirty. How could he face his mate like this? He hugged himself. No, Yeril doesn’t deserve someone like him now; tainted by another man’s essence, used by that very same man.
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Post by Yeril on Nov 5, 2005 18:11:54 GMT -5
Yeril winced at how Micheia seemed to pull away from him. He knew it wasn't his fault though. At least, he hoped not. He knew that if he had arrived only a tiny bit sooner...Well, no matter what, it all came down to that his mate was in pain now and that he would try helping the younger as best as he could.
He bet and let his other hand slide around Micheia, hugging the boy tightly. He wouldn't allow for the younger to think that he wasn't going to love him anymore. He had seen it happen before, once...It was absolutely heartbreaking and the victim had died in the end from depression. He would do all in his power to prevent that from happening to his sweet one.
The blonde pulled the smaller, ecru coloured body towards him. "Sweetie, I...I love you...I'm sorry I didn't come soon enough...I'm sorry I left you in the first place...Please don't pull away from me," he said. He sniffled and several of his tears splashed down onto Micheia's arm.
"We can make it through this," he continued. "We...I'll help you as much as I can and I'll try to be as understanding as possible. I was so worried, love..."
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Post by Micheia on Nov 5, 2005 18:32:09 GMT -5
Silent sobs rocked through Micheia’s body. How could Yeril still accept him like this? How could he still love him? Those were the kind thoughts that kept running through his mind, right now. He continued to cry as he clung to his mate.
He could feel himself being rocked back and forth by the blonde and it’s at just that moment he felt how tired and sore he really was. Distantly he also heard the sound of commotion outside the room. He tightly closed his eyes and whimpered, wishing to all that was divine for everything to end.
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