RP:Pride and Punishment

 East of the Causeway

Patches of short, brownish grass grow haphazardly about a three-foot dirt mound, in some places sticking out at odd angles, all speaking of a legacy long lost to time. To the west, a causeway can be seen, as old as this forgotten burial ground, although the road itself is newly repaired. Beside the small howe, a small, flat boulder has been placed as a sort of memorial for those long deceased. On it are the intricate, angular carvings of the people of old, now faded to the point where neither names nor dates can be made out. To the north, the smell of brackish water wafts from an old well, and to the east is a shallow basin. To the south stands a monolithic stadium, the scent of blood and death drifting out on a warm breeze.

Fuan meanders idly through the area, hands stuffed in his pockets. The blood-stained mask upon his face shone oddly as he strode on, his dark gaze focused on nothing before him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as thoughts swam through his mind, images meshing and clashing with one another. His three tails danced with each other behind him, rending the air with the graceful motions. The man came to a sudden stop, his focus shifting as his head swiveled about. He had no idea where he was, though that didn't surprise him in the least. He knew full well how his feet moved on their own when he was lost to the world. Certainly wasn't the first time. He took the time to turn full circle, attempting to gain some headway as to his current whereabouts. He began to wonder what kind of fun he could have here, even as the surrounding areas smelt a tad off.

Sabrina would have been here with or without the hound that was often seen in her company if not always. He could have been lurking about, forcing prey into her sights; he could have been in Rynvale making his own sport- lizards were oh so fun. She appears just from the East, the waft of lavender and sandalwood slicing through the stench of death and decay being the prequel that was she. Darkened glimmering orbs glistened like emeralds, her senses heightened during this special task of purposefully becoming less pissed off. Pale skin contrasted heavily against the mid-thigh length trusses that flowed like wet ink from her crown. She donned little extraordinary items and was otherwise plainly dressed in a simple black easy-to-move-in outfit suited for her race. A small golden quill caught the morning light, tucked neatly in her hair, and the intricately designed Elven bow was drawn in Fuan's direction.

Fuan took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. Now those were familiar scents, though all of it mixing together came as slight surprise. Not exactly something one would expect, in any situation. He clicked his fangs together as a breeze rooled by, bringing with it the strong feeling of an intent to kill. A sudden gleam off in the distance caught his attention, his deep azure pools sweeping to catching the motion directly. The sight of a figure facing him, weapon drawn, was no new thing for him either. Lucky for him, he didn't have to hunt for the fun. It had come to him. Removing his hands from his pockets, he bows with a deep flourish to the creature. A female wanting him dead so early in the day. A real catch. He stood unconcerned before the drawn weapon, waiting a moment before his voice oozes from his lips, liquid venom, "Good morning, M' Lady. A wonderful day to be out hunting, isn't it?" His silken mane is ruffled slightly by the wind, his ears twitching in anticipation.

Sabrina took two more delicate steps before the flourishing was recognized and the sights on the bow were dropped part-way- the glimmering arrow dissipating into nothing and no quiver in which to draw another. Keen eyes look left and right of the male, curious brows furrowing when it talked to her. She wondered if he knew her or if this was just some strange new custom she was yet aware of. Her accent was heavy, drenched in a thick Nuduin what sounded like a mix of River Elf and Pirate "This is no place for formalities… you don't belong… here." She catches a glimpse of not one, not two, but three tails. A smirk crosses one corner of her perfect lips. Rohk would love to see this. Lush gems fade to a minty -possibly friendlier shade. The bow is pulled crossways about her frame, pulling tight against her chest as it settled. He didn't appear menacing, but still she would keep a reasonable distance for now. His voice was discerning but not all could speak as melodic as she and she held that bit against no one.

Fuan quirked a brow beneath the mask as the woman eases her draw from the bow, the arrow disappearing entirely. He stands to his full height as the bow is shouldered, his cerulean eyes now speckled with emerald, "There is always a place for formalities, so long as I am able to present them. As for here..." at this he raised his hands and waved them about dramatically, spinning on his heel until he faced her again, "...I have no idea where 'here' is, so who is to say I don't belong? I rather like what I see, if I do say so myself." The glittering gaze was once more locked on the female at this point, and he sees her glance at his tails. Smiling to himself, he offers a hand before him, "If I might be so bold as to ask, would you by chance allow me the pleasure of some company until I can discern my current whereabouts, M' Lady?" His mind was tugging at him in far too many directions, and those scents were bringing much to the surface. Not exactly a safe place for any of them.

Sabrina straightened up when he did, she was not going to have another show about her stature- no today. Her upper lip stiffens forcing a less than amiable pose. He seemed a little flamboyant so she wouldn't hold this action against him yet. She eyed him suspiciously. "I am not a tour guide." She wraps thin fingers around the bowstring whose attributes resembled that of a spiders silk. He was far too pretty to be threatening but she would not become overly concerned about his well being. The truth was she couldn't answer him on the accounts of his whereabouts, one would have to be aware of that themselves before divulging such information. She left her handicap shouldered, having not addressed the full situation as non-violent. What was he doing here? the scenery he claimed tends to leave one wanting.

Fuan raised a finger to his lips, setting it upon the mask. He caught the adjustment the female had made as he stood, silently admonishing himself for being so careless and crude. He let himself slouch a tad, though the act was no less graceful than and noticably more feral, "Ah, please forgive me, I had not meant to imply that you were, by any means. I had simply thought that perhaps since you knew I wasn't supposed to be here, you would also know where I should be and how to get there. Aside from that, the company is still a request, as I notice it wasn't outright denied." He took a long, striding step forward, stopping once more, a thought striking him. Based on how she had greeted him, getting close might prove difficult, though by no means a deterrent. His tails swiveled about his legs as he stood, hands lowered to rest upon the hilts of the twin daggers at his waist. The obsidian blades housed safely in their sheathes, magicks sealing the power within. The leather of his belt creaked softly as he shifted from his stance a bit, gaze unwavering.

Sabrina steps back, her two steps equal to his forward stride. Her distance remained, only now there was a flickering gem-like quality in her glare. Her heart was beating faster knowing something wasn't right but unable to put her finger on it. She opened her mouth releasing one- maybe two words in Elvish and a line was drawn at the tip of Fuan's toes, a crack deep enough to separate his plate from hers, but no thicker than the hilt of his blades. "I am not good company. Sir." The last formality was surely forced in on purpose. Her eyes stayed with his, challenging him- though it may be at a cost, she was without the hound and so was ill prepared.

Fuan tilts his head to the side as the female falls back in stride with his own. In its own right that should have been enough to halt any further progress, however there was that little trick she played. He couldn't understand what she had said, but he had felt something stir around him that caused his hackles to rise. He looked down to see the line being drawn before him, a silent boundary set for him to break through ~ at his own peril he assumed. A soft, gutteral rumble began to sound through the area. He had begun to purr, his eyes now more emerald than sapphire, "Now then, that's where I have to disagree, M' Lady." He took a step to cross that line and nothing more, a hand extending towards the female, "I find your company quite amusing, and in my eyes that is more than suitable to be considered 'good' company. Why would you think otherwise, hmmm?"

Sabrina was only slightly relieved she had shouldered the weapon to leave her free to her own devices. Only slightly, considering she had no idea what this guy was capable of and as far as she was concerned her own abilities were only trivial enough to help her get by. He stepped over the crack and she almost winced- the slightest reflection of it likely noticeable to the male whose senses probably rivaled her own. The rumble was coming from his voice box, which her studies told her he was the oddest form of feline she had ever laid eyes on. She was not so taken aback by his actions that she hadn't toyed with the idea of cutting him open and finding out how that really worked but the question was on about how her tiny self was going to accomplish that task. Her hands fall to her sides, proving she would not take his own offered appendage, and the pearlescent tattoos on her left forearm begin to swirl about, frantically searching through her memories on the most strategic approach to this situation. The only thought that stood out profoundly was to run, but that only irritated her because it would be very stupid. If he was any kind of feline he would surely out run her, and out maneuver her. "Because I don't know you." It was all she could get out as her heart thumped against her chest cavity. He had no reason to believe she wouldn't remember him if she -had- known him.

Fuan cooed softly to the woman as she drops her arms to her sides. He expected she wouldn't accept him at face value, considering which face happened to be present. He tilted his head in question to her tattoos, having paid them no mind until they started to move. Certainly intriguing. That would be something he'd want to study, but he knew that wasn't going to happen with her being all defensive about him simply standing there. No matter. They seemed to act in accordance to her will, and he could practically hear the cogs grinding within her skull. The sound of her heart drumming along was even apparent from such a distance, though having his ears didn't hurt with catching on that. He raised a finger and wiggled it at her, "Now now, that isn't a good enough reason when it is you yourself preventing yourself from getting to know me, isn't that right?" He sighs softly, the sound a so full of a pleasured glee it sounded wierd even to his ears, "Really now, if there is anything you wish to know about me, by all means ask. I will answer to the utmost of my ability." At this, he takes one more step forward, enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

Sabrina wasn’t begging for any of this attention and she didn’t want to know anyone. She was a perfect mix of fear, strength, and unattainable sex- a perfect prey for any predator with sentient nature. She hid her arm from his prying eyes. “Stay away from me.” She pushes both hands against the air between them, forging herself a rift large enough where in a second motion the left hand stayed the distance and the right hand brings a cracking section of earth upward; the force of the moving mass shook the ground all around them as the chunk imprisoned her path from his directly. It would seem she wasn’t completely defenseless, and the bow was made to look quite decorative by now. His purr would soon be drowned by a deeper darker rumble; just behind her a heaving mass breathed out plumes of steam from an already heated and angry maw. His very presence would normally demand the respect of any audience by the sheer unlikelihood of ever having seen another like him. Normally grey scales would adorn his every feature but alas had already reverberated to their warning of an amber glow. The Hellbeast known only as Rohk straightened his shoulders, raising the champion’s head high enough to hover above the girls own even at rest. Twin tails dance behind him, lashing the air angrily to the threat upon his person. “I want to go home.” Her voice was childlike and innocent as it broke the deafening silence that weighed between these three. Sabrina looked as if she would cry, but only in the presence of her savior and not a moment sooner. Rohk’s twisted orbs became fixated on none other than the cat that so teased his innate nature. He began to drool, digging his taloned hind-paws into the ground like he would pounce at any moment.

Fuan stood still as she hid her arm, her feeble attempt to command him sounding more strained than anything else, "Stay away? But I only want to get..." His words are cut off as she thrusts her hands forward, issuing forth a massive rumble from the ground below. He held his ground and swayed with the rumbling, eyes a swirling vortex of emotions. His gaze held strong until it was suddenly blocked by the earth itself, the massive chunk of rock barring his path. Now ~this~ was an impressive show of power for one so small. No, not small, petite. Size mattered not where power was concerned, as he had learned as a kitten. This female was quickly becoming more and more enticing by the minute, and that wasn't helping his mental state. His eyes were fully jade by now, his true playful side come to the surface. He looks up towards the sky as the rock continues to rise. He could simply try and run around it, but that was no challenge at all, so he jumped upon the block of earth, using his razor claws to scale it with ease. This brought back memories of climbing the Fold compound walls so often, to the concern of the inhabitants of course. Finally reaching the top, he strides to the side where the female had stood and peered down from his new perch. Crouching at the edge, he gazes down and watches as the figures grow smaller. Figures? Ah, she had a companion now that she seemed to be alright with, though the glaring eyes facing up at him were clearly not pleased with him. Good for her, having a loyal friend to help protect her. He waved a hand, bidding the large beast welcome.

Sabrina watched his ascension a little bit in awe, his reaction time was astounding. A nudge from the hound brings her back and she literally closes her mouth for a jaw which had dropped at the sheer agility of the other. She slides a hand ‘neath the beasty’s hackles, already risen for her to pull herself astride him. Their hearts shared a tandem beat. Curious coincidence, maybe. Fuan’s stone continued to rise in a steady pace when Rohk took a blind leap toward him. The hound found ground just where he expected it as Sabrina thrust smaller fractions of earth beneath each footfall’s landing. She…was smiling. She spoke to him in Elvish, common was too complex and foreign to be fluid enough for combat- not like she had to say anything at all with the hound predicting her every response. The hound accepted the invitation from the male, finally excited that he found one that did not cower or flee. Not to mention the smell of cat was almost unbearably teasing. He tests this feline’s limits offering a shallow bark whose sound was strong enough to rock the feline’s make-shift platform. The hound believed no one should sneak a weapon into any battle and if Fuan did not present his arms he would be deemed cowardice and boring.

Fuan delighted in the response granted to his little display, though made no outward show of noticing. A considering hum rumbled in his throat as the female pulled herself to ride on her beastly companion, his head nodding. He quirked a brow as the hound leapt forward, his first impression that he was hoping to close the distance in one go. This thought quickly faded as he watched the two of them make their way up to him, stone by literal stone. They make a wonderful pair, that much is evident already. He caught her speaking as they flew, though the words were unkown to him. I was sure he could pinpoint what language it was, but the meaning was lost to him. Oh well, that was unimportant right now. The male turned and crouched, facing the pair as they reached his level again. He dug his claws into the hard rock beneath him as the rumbling bark shook the already vibrating boulder. The demand was perfectly clear, from one beast to another. Nodding, he looked of to the side he had come from and let loose a sharp whistle. Not a moment later, a large white tiger came soaring into view, landing daintily beside the male. Sitting on his haunches, the giant cat looked pointedly at hound and master, letting a soft huff sound. Fuan rests a hand on the big cats' head and rubs back and forth, "Now now, you're better than that. See that puppy there?"He points at the fiery canine, "I want you to leave this fight to me for the time being. He just wanted to know where all the cards lay. Now go sit over there and watch, friend." With another huff, the tiger strides off to the edge of the rock and sits, intent on just watching the scuffle. Fuan stands again, and lowers his hands to the blades at his belt, "Now then, as you wish to see what I have, I guess the warning is a moot point. More fun for us." Without further word, he unsheathes the ornate blades, gripping them lovingly. The moment they are pulled free from the spelled housing, their gleaming blades are instantly engulfed by a stricking blue flame. The flames produce no heat, though on the contrary consume all warmth from the surrounding area. Ice instanyl glaze at the mans' feet, his breath puffing out in large clouds, "As you requested."

Sabrina liked the magnificent companion and thought bitterly about how she would feel about dirtying her perfect fur. Rohk was simply captivated by the idea of having not one but two cunning creatures to cross blades to talons with. Upon unsheathing the icy devices Ro growled lowly, he hated ice and it was almost ironic that it should happen to be Fuan’s weapon of choice. Still he pushed forward. On Rohk’s approach Sabrina would find herself closer to Fuan than she found comfortable. The difference in her demeanor with Rohk present was like night and day. Like she had become awake. Her eyes glittered reflections of shimmering foliate, a distinct sign of the magics deep within. Her face suddenly grew considerably expressionless and the feel of gravity would befall the stones that held them. It had only been minutes but the expense now after the ordeals over the past few days was simply too much. Sabrina was rocked aware and steady pillars of earth rose to support the arena she had made. At very least she could keep her concentration on .. I dunno, staying alert? The dust that accompanied the uprooted boulders became a swirling globe around they three as the game began to play out. Sands collected distantly, probably unnoticeable until this point where the density was visibly distracting. The hound appeared to be heating up though leaving the girl unscathed. There was a definite light emitting from her now, her pupils large and swallowing the delicate ring of green that held them. A molten circle came upwards from Rohks feet, engulfing the tornado and sharply turning those sands to jagged stretches of glass. A section of the heated sand comes to contact with the ice at Fuan’s feet, shattering it instantly into a spray of equally jagged and dangerous shrapnel. A droplet of blood cuts against Sabrina’s cheekbone, the tear scraping hotly against her pale and otherwise flawless skin.

Fuan had been aware of the change in the female, his interest piqued though still dwarfed by his desire to play with the two tandem beings. The ground losing stability was a sudden diversion, though that was easily taken care of by something propping their crag up from below. He coughed softly as the dust began to swarm around them, choking out their supply of air. He could still see his quarry, though the sand was making itself into a proper nuisance. The striking gleam from the females' eyes was shocking, but the sudden stream of molten rock from beneath the hound was more so daunting. As the flames grew around them, glass shards a vortex of pain, he drew his blades across his chest. With arms crossed, he closes his eyes, feeling the power within surging through his blood. As the shrapnel slices around them, he throws a dagger into the ground at his feet, the rock once more turning to ice and a vast amount of heat from the swirling blaze turned to ash. Light streams of blood ooze down his arms as he looks up at the woman with a demonic grin upon his lips, the mask only allowing it to show through his dark optics. Raising his second dagger above his head, he lets loose a ravenous howl, "LET'S HAVE SOME FUN! SEE WHO CAN TAKE THE BIGGER BEATING!" With these words, he brings the blade crashing down and into the first, the collision of power between them creating a massive explosion of the blue flame, shards of ice, glass and even stone itself erupting and flying in all directions. The azure blaze engulfs the vortex around them, mixing with the heat from the beast, an unstable combination that fueled itself to blaze stronger. A large crack split the rock entirely in half, though thanks to the supports below it still held firm. This method of attack wasn't meant to be used at the start of a fight, for obvious reasons, but he was too far gone to stop having his fun now. He cared not about his own safety, so long as he enjoyed himself. This was only the second time he had used such a release since he came to power.

Sabrina was not prepared for the sudden outburst and the bewilderment was apparent across her features. His bleeding arms made her wonder if he could even feel pain, while the cut in her cheek remained unnoticed. The shards bounced off of Rohk’s scaly hide but the strenuous burst sent him sliding back and away from the epicenter. Razored black talons dig into the rock like it was meant to pliable and Sabrina hunches down toward Rohk’s shielding form. All around them there was crackles and hisses as heat met ice and steam teased frozen fog. The glass fell like daunting gems faster than gravity would allow toward a likely prepared companion that sat in supposed safety below. Sabrina looked at Fuan daringly, a backbone appearing out of thin air; Thin indeed, the vacuum they all created burning up essential components from their very breathe. Sabrina would not be the first to notice; her vitals had leveled out a great deal the further she sank into the primal game. And Rohk… he could hold his breathe for hours. Rohk charges fully as soon as his feet find solidarity. Sabrina reaches behind her, as if pulling an arrow from some invisible quiver, and so produces a length of shimmering foliate. She draws the edge back, light as air and smooth as grace itself until the head settles into the nock; the release is aimed at Fuan’s feet in a spectacular and instantaneous drama unfolding. With any luck she could rock him back to avoid the strike and force him to tip his share of the platform to fall.

Fuan remained crouched over the epicenter of the blast, blade still held firm within his grasp. The blast ripped much of his skin asunder, and there were large shards of debris clearly sticking our from his exposed flesh, only his mask unscathed. Grabbing both daggers, he stood with a melodious laugh singing from his lips. The flames swirled around, stealing the very air he needed to keep within his lungs. Raising the points of his blades towards the charging figure, the demonic gleam in his eyes shone eerily in the shifting hues of the twin flames, "Come, M' Lady. Let me have your best!" The male catches sight of the woman preparing to shoot something at him, assumedly what she had initially had aimed at prior. As the 'bolt' was released, he dashes straight towards it and the galloping woman. Raising a dagger, he uses the flaming blade to block the projectile, a blinding flash of light disoreinting him and sending him back a few strides before he charged on through the oxygen-leeched cloud, intent on his target. Blades at the ready, he leaps high into the air with a flourishing spin, diving with maddening speed towards them, the aim of his blades not the woman, but the hound he knew could take a strike far better.

Sabrina had concluded the male had gone crazy just before her eyes. She watch him attack the hound in horror, standing high with the bow pushed back over her shoulder she holds out frail hands, urging the forthcoming onslaught to stop. The air was too thin to form a proper cushion in effect a cushion necessary to stop the blows- but with any hope it was compressed enough to ease the tension of their force. She leapt from Rohk, placing herself between the crazed feline and the attacker. The first spinning strike caught an inky strand of hair, tossing it against the wind that rendered it still in mid-air for a moment before whisking it away. If her hands came in contact of his skin she would begin siphoning his energy much like she would from a rock or a dove in order to perform a lengthy healing. With nothing to heal the energy would simply disperse to the surrounding natures- Rohk of course being discluded from this gift as his sources were not bound by those magics. She didn’t like this game anymore, his chaos holding no form or discipline made him a dangerous playmate. At her first chance she would port both herself and the hound from this place.

Fuan fell upon his prey, blades screaming through the air. The compressed air between them diverted his strike enough to land only a fleeting slash, a frozen lock of hair falling loose and floating about. He blinks as the woman jumps from the hound, placing her hands out bewteen them as if to stop his unrelenting strikes. The pained look upon her face brought him to his senses, if only just a little. Sapphire began to seep back into his eyes, swirling emotions as rampant as the flames around them. Landing lightly on his feet, he comes to a sliding halt, claws digging into the hard ground below, gouging the stone as if butter. Arms outstretched, he halts his thrusts mere inches from the woman, well within her reach. While he was nowhere near done playing, he was aware enough of what he should not do, especially to a female. With what little air he still had in his lungs, he let loose a sharp whistle to his friend. The large tiger strode calmly over to the blazing vortex, and with a deep grunt, released a mighty roard. The force was enough to at least be on par with that of the hound earlier, though in this case it released enough power to blow the deathly twister away. Air returning to the area, Fuan takes a deep breath, still holding his blades to the female. The large tiger strides off, following a silent order from Fuan. Blood fell freely from all over his battered and torn body, his eyes still clear and showing nothing in regards to pain.

Sabrina was panting heavily, turning a curious glance at Rohk to see if he had noticed. She was there, hands outstretched to take on whatever blow threatened him and he was furious. Twin tails loop around, slicing down from the shoulder blade to the small of her back. She humiliated him. How dare she, he was more than capable… and for a cat. His warning to her was deep and promising. She lunged forward, falling to her knees in complete silence. The sweat was beading off her brow, sticking her hair to her bright pink cheeks. She ignored the blades; he would do what he had to do, her conclusion being he didn’t actually mean to harm or he would have followed through when he had the chance. Rohk left, completely unscathed. Something was happening between them, they were broken. She was lost as to what exactly it was but she never felt more alone then just now. The hound leapt from the rock as it teetered against his weight, breaking the pillar and leaving it to fall.

Fuan watches over the two of them as he held his blades at the ready. His tails wrapped themselves around his waist at the same time as he puts his daggers back in their spelled housing, the chill instantly fading along with them, though not the feeling of unsatiated hunger. The interaction between the two before him bewildered him until the hound suddenly attacked the female and stormed off. Fuming beneath his mask, he strode to the edge of the now smaller rock and looked down after the offending beast. Raising a bleeding hand to his face, he removes the bloodied mask and begins to shout, "HOW DARE YOU ATTACK SOMEONE WHO WAS PROTECTING YOU! YOU UNGRATEFUL MONGREL! YOU BETTER KNOW SHE HAD ONLY YOUR BEST INTEREST IN MIND!" Turning back and striding back over to the slumped woman, he kneels before her, "Feh, don't worry about him. He'll be back. They always come back. They know we need them too much. He's just being a silly jerk." He raised a hand and gently ran a thumb across the cut upon her cheek, cleaning the bit of blood as best he could with his own reddened appendages, "I will admit, you two make quite a wonderful team, when you aren't trying to pose for pride. Your power is stunning, to say the least." Finally breathing unrestrained, he fell onto his back and gasped for air. Apparently a shard of glass was allowed to puncture his flesh dangerously close to a lung. Pain finally began to surge through him, though he tried to stifle it outwardly as best he could. A soft laugh escapes him as he shudders, though the pain is mixed with a good deal of pleasure, "That was a nice little release, if I do say so myself. I needed...that."

Sabrina raised her hand for him to be silenced. She trusted he probably wouldn’t, but it was worth the meager effort. As he would wipe the blood from her cheek he would notice she was already healed where the stain lingered there. He would feel an involuntary healing, like a drug, a remnant gift that kept her afraid from anyone touching her…ever. She pulls away from him.“He doesn’t have to come back.” She needed him more than he needed her and she was coming to the realization she screwed up, not just today and not just now, but Ro was different from before. Her back hurt, a lot. The sting turned into a burning sensation. She had no pride, which was never the issue. Her power was limited and more than Rohk’s so her risk was senseless in the first place. “I am tired.” She looked over his shoulder, the rock had settled gently upon the ground. She stood quietly and began walking away. It was going to be a sleeping night, the second one in a row. She should have offered to heal him, but she wasn’t even sure how long it would take to heal herself. She stops and speaks over her shoulder back at him. “What did you want?”

Fuan coughed up a little blood as he smiled, his flawless features so at odds with the mangled mass of flesh from the neck down. The blood was pooling about him as she began to walk away, "Ah..back to the question that started...it all. It is all as I..said. I wanted some...good company, and beyond that...to get to know you." Grunting loudly, he forces himself to a sitting position as she looked over her shoulder at him, the pain blinding him momentarily. Slowly, he reaches for the small pack at his waist, throwing it open and rummaging inside. His arm disappears up to the elbow before he find what he was looking for, removing a small, blue crystal vial. The azure liquid inside shown with a pleasant glimmer in the sun, though he had to rest before he could try and muster the strength to open the darn thing. his gaze fell to her a moment, blood dripping from his chin, "You might say that, but I know you wish that to be a lie, from the bottom of your heart. Don't worry, he'll return. If only to take another stab at me, to regain what little pride he thinks he lost." He fumbled awkwardly with the stopper of the vial, his blood making it slick and somewhat difficult to remove, "As for you, M' Lady, you should rest some. Even though you are not hurt physically anymore, it would do you well to ease your inner turmoil." Yes, he had noticed her wound no longer being there. That didn't phase him. Her aversion to his touch brought the concern to light.

Sabrina offers a genuine laugh. “Good Sir… you can’t know me. It doesn’t work that way.” It was a puzzle in itself. He was right about the rest though. One tossing and turning night and today will have never happened. The only one stuck with all she does is Ro. She couldn’t be trusted anymore, not by him, and the link that bound him was blocked off to her for reasons he would never tell. “Enjoy your goo.” It was a long walk to the nearest shelter she could claim with some familiarity when she woke and if not travelling by hound would take even longer. She turns from him, leaving as fresh and clean as she arrived- hair unmated and swaying past her hips in silent steps befitting off a huntress.

Fuan laughs loudly at her words, muttering to himself as she continues to walk away, "'Can't know you'? Feh. More like you won't give anyone a chance. Whatever the reasoning behind that is beyond any of us, I'm sure, but it isn't that we can't, you just won't let us try." As she kept walking, Fuan's feline companion strode by her, a shielded globe floating just beside him. In said globe, was the lock of hair he had managed to sever from the rest of her dark strands. Sitting beside the bleeding man, the tiger leans down and removes the stopper from the vial, spitting it aside. Thankfully Fuan's blood no longer had an effect on the large cat, having made that bond long ago. Mustering the remaining strength he could, he lifted the bottle to his lips and drank deep at the same moment his friend ripped the shard of glass from his chest. Sputtering and coughing, he lay back down to wait for the tonic to take its effect. He was waiting long before the searing cold surged through his body, melding torn flesh and repairing broken muscles. His body convulsed wildly as the frigid wave swept through him, a hiss wheezing through his clenched fangs. No sooner than it started did the shaking start to ease, his body once more coming under his control. Sitting up, he wipes at the mess of blood still fresh upon him, body whole without so much as a scratch. Reaching for the shielded globe next to him, he removes the magic and takes the lock of hair, holding it against his heart, "So long as I have your scent, I will not stop trying to get to know you. Whether you like it or not. Noone should remain alone. I am one who knows just how endless the dark can be in such a state."