RP:Finn Recovers Mahri
Mahri lay on the bed situated in the cell, as she has taken to doing of late. After all, there isn't much to do except listen to guards and their snide remarks and lewd comments about what they would do to get information out of her. With one arm tossed haphazardly over her eyes, the lycan feigned sleep--keeping her breathing slow and regular--while listening for sounds of the interrogators out in the main office. The doorway between the office and cells is kept open, mostly so that the guards, there are two this afternoon, can hear if their 'guest' needed anything. Shifting restlessly, she crosses and re-crosses her ankles, trying to find a comfortable spot.
The sound of a soft, familiar drawl would come floating through that open doorway, reaching the lycan in her place of discomfort. Recognizable though it was, the tone would carry an unusual refinement to it, one with which she would be unfamiliar. “She is my partner gentlemen..and I can bear testament to her character if such is needed. I reckon if you let me talk to her for a few moments we can get this little misunderstandin’ all sorted. A man’s got a right to secure his livin’ aye?” his husky tones were rich with an ego stroking respect. The kind that most underpaid grunts in city service might crave. The hands loosely linked behind his back in a stance of apparent vulnerability, were but a finger's length from the hilt of the dagger hanging low on his hips in a back sheath. But violence was not his preferred means of operation. His gold flecked gaze drifted behind the men to that open door beyond, a shift of some shadow there drawing his attention. She was back there. The fingers behind his back twitched.
Mahri frowned under the cover of her arm. The familiar drawl never failed to raise goose bumps along her skin, or send a delicious shiver down her spine. Swinging her legs over the edge of the mattress and frame, the lycan sits up and braces her palms against the edge. One particularly rotund guard sneers up at Finn, the badge giving him a sense of control and power, though he seem inordinately pleased with the proper amount of respect he's being given by the merchant. "Aye, I can just imagine the type of 'partner' that woman would make!" Both guards snickered knowingly, since they'd had their own ideas of 'partnering' with her. "Though, I imagine she's getting rather lonesome in that cell all by herself." Short and Burly glances at his cohort, Tall and Skinny with a very suggestive wink. "Let the man see his partner. After all, we wouldn't want he and his..lady to lose out on some business." Fleshy lips get the attention of an equally fleshy and moist tongue as he thinks perhaps he'll try to get some of that 'business' himself. Tall and Skinny grabs the key-ring from a nearby hook and just shakes his head at at the other man's leacherous thoughts. Jerking his head towards Finn, he mumbles a brief, "Follow me." At the door however, he'll pause,"She's suspected o' murder, Mister. Be careful o' that one."
It was perhaps more than fortunate that the guard was so lost to his lecherous thoughts; he would remain ignorant of the death that lurked in the runner’s frigid gaze. The fingers behind his back curled inward into a fist and clenched, a long, slow pulse of an action in which the thief envisioned the same curling around the thick throat of the lawman and squeezing the last breath out of him. Outwardly, no sign of his..displeasure would be revealed, save for an almost unnoticeable shift of his shoulders beneath the great overcloak. The thought of those fat, turgid hands clawing over the body of his lover was enough to make him see red. Why, he would address in private moments of thought later. For now, he’d attribute it to disgust at the man’s obvious lechery. Finn had never had to force a female to accept his attentions in his life. He gave the lawman what he wanted. “Aye..” he drawled. “I reckon she is at that..” Lonely. “It’ll be sorted soon enough with any luck.” Another forced grin that looked more like a baring of teeth and he’d follow Tall and Skinny to the door. The man’s warning warranted a momentary pause before entry. “Murder?..” A thoughtful expression entered his gaze. That would mean Terra was likely a suspect of the same. How ironic, both women. Were either capable? “Of whom?..” he asked shortly. Still he hovered just beyond the doorway.
Mahri :: Tall and Skinny nods solemnly and leads on, "Beatrix. The Baker's daughter. Foun' her murdered and not so pretty as she used to be. Damn shame. She'd gone off to study healing magic." Saying no more, the man calls to the lycan, "Hey, you got a visitor!" Well, she knew that already and had moved from the bed to linger near the bars to lean against them casually. For all the world, she seemed to have no worry at all. By now, the bruises are fading to a lovely yellow-green and her eye was back to a normal size. Flashing a grin at the Runner, Mahri runs fingers through her touseled hair, giving it a semblance of order. Actually, she was only mildly surprised to see him, considering she'd only asked the feline to pass an obscure message along. "Well. Ello, love." The honeyed warmth of her tone only confirms the kind of 'business' these two conducted, though she wouldn't care if that's what these pissant guards wanted to think.
Finn only half heard the response of the guard, though the information was indeed tucked away into his psyche for exploration later. It would become more significant if these accusations didn’t fall away and become meaningless. A few steps took him toward the bars, guards forgotten as his eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of her damage. His mind still remembered the feel of the scars that ridged her flesh in various places on her body..and the absence of her finger. This was nothing, and there would be nothing to be gained by getting overly dramatic about her appearance. “Hello darlin’..” he drawled huskily, a pair of fingers lifting to slip through the space of the bars to trace along her cheeks. “I’m goin’ to assume the bastard who did it looks a sight worse than you do partner,” he said, humor and a degree of warmth lingering in his gaze. “Murder, mhmm?..” he mused aloud, his eyes searching silvery pools. “Wonder why they think you even capable of bein’ a cold blooded killer..” he said softly. The fingers moved to brush across her lips. Dammn the bars for being between them. Even a bedraggled, beaten mess, she made him want her. “Any word on if they’re pressin’ charges? How long are they fixin’ to keep you in here?” He was close, close enough to the bars that she could feel his heat if she pressed close. He was unaware of if the guard had remained to watch their encounter or not. And didn’t much care if he had.
Mahri flashes Finn one of her devil-may-care grins and shrugs even as she tilts her cheek into the caress, "Maybe because I am." Flicking a glance towards the guard, the lcyan stares pointedly at the key-ring dangling from his fingers while he tries to appear to not be watching. "No charges yet, but I'm sure they're going to let me out soon." Gods how she wanted to get out of this hell hole. A smile and a pucker of her lips leaves a kiss against those so very..very..talented fingers. "Just get me the hell out of here already, would ya?" Something in her gaze spoke of an anxious need, and it wasn't just for his body. Not that she wasn't enjoying the warmth that radiated through the bars..but the good stuff could wait til later.
Finn’s own lips twitched in understanding of her urgency. She was a free spirit and the bars had to be a living hell for her. “Oh aye?..” he questioned softly. “I’ll have to remember that then..” he teased. “Sleep with one eye open..or maybe not sleep at all..” he added huskily. He would leave it to her imagination to discover what cause they would have to be awake all night, while he turned on his heels to face Tall and Skinny with the keys. “Look mate..” he began in low confidence. “She’s been here for days I reckon, been questioned, and no charges pressed. You know they’re gonna let her go. What say we do that a little earlier than planned aye? An’ there’ll be something in it for you..” Somehow, without apparent movement, a gold bullion had appeared between his fingers. “Five thousand, to open the cage..right now,” he ended. The runner had no intention of leaving this place without the Rider, so he hoped to gods the gold would do the trick, so that the blade wouldn’t have to. It’d been a long time since he’d killed a man in cold blood. Not since..Her.. a shadow crossed his whisky gaze. Tall and Skinny assumed a neutral expression, though inside he chortled with glee. The runner was right, the woman was scheduled for release the next time the King Consort reported in. He could perhaps fudge the paper work, lose the source of an early release order. “Sa crime to try to bribe an offer o tha law Mister. But I don’t see why we can’t come to an understandin’ seein she’s like to be released an all anyways..” he said in show of stern warning. Already he was walking across the room to the cell, careful to avoid the proximity of their surly guest as he turned the key and swung the door open. “Pleasure havin’ you around miss..” he offered with what might almost be a leer. Finn spared the man a cold look before he extended his hand towards the lycan in almost gentlemanly offer to assist her across the threshold of the cell. When she was finally at his side, the bag of gold that had accompanied him on this trip for just such a purpose, was unhitched and tossed toward the guard who caught it with a smug expression settling on his face.
Mahri grinned devilshly at the guard when he opened her door. Of couse, she can't resist the snap of her teeth in his general direction which has him stepping back swiftly and flushing guiltily. "I'm sure it was," she drawls taking the offered hand. "Lets go," urgency laces her voice as she leans up to whisper against her lover's ear, "I need to show you something." Weaving her fingers between his, the lycan tuggs impatiently. "Did you bring your horse?"
Finn laughed softly, his feet already moving beside her as the pair made their way toward the exit. “Aye..” he said quietly, “An’ he’s eager for his rider almost as much as I am..” he drawled lazily, his voice was thick and husky with promise, the innuendo in his words obvious, and understandable given their relationship. No look was spared for the guards as they made their exit and approach to the great black that was tied up outside. Swiftly, and without waiting for permission, he’d swing her up onto the saddle before moving likewise to settle the heat and strength of his frame behind her. His arms reached around her body to the reins, his knees nudging Rekkur into movement. “Where to darlin?” he questioned into her ear. “If you’ll pardon me statin’ the obvious..I think you’d best be out of Larket’s range for a while..till the dust settles anyway..”
Mahri grits her teeth and holds on to a hunk of mane the instant Rekkur moves. Generally, horses don't like her and the feeling was mutual. Thankfully, this beast was rather well mannered. "Ah, well. Ye'll have to be waitin' me thinks." Flashing a promising grin over her shoulder, she leans back to place a slow, lingering kiss on those delicious lips. "Mmmm. Missed ye, but ye need t'take me to Vailkrin."
Finn’s guidance of his mount might have faltered momentarily as the distraction of those lips meeting his own took place. His hands occupied, his lips would communicate to her that the feeling was mutual, though he could not bring himself to say it..yet. Perhaps when they were truly clear of danger and he had the time to show her just how much he had..and what, the accompanying confession would come. For now, the lingering kiss broken, she got a softly drawled, “That’ll do..” and they were off, disappearing eventually into the Eternal Forest, heading north to that dark city, and for now, perhaps, safety.
Related Pages:
- Larket
- Part of the Case of the Burned Baker Arc