The Bounty {Remake} Open/Accepting

[Tsume Dark-lord-]

((Do as you please. Like I said before I do not govern other rp. I am merely waiting for an opening so I may join in.))

[Thefruitsong]

She laid in bed for a few moments, then go up. She had to go out and look. If she didn't find Mickey. at least she could knock a few heads. Running outside, she donned her child disguise.

[Tsume Dark-lord-]

It took him longer than he wanted to stitch himself up, he didn’t need to do that if he could dig his teeth into flesh but he held off. ‘Just a bit longer’ rang a voice through his head. He let out a sigh and carefully lifted his arm slipping it into the sleeve of his tore shirt, then worked on the other trying not to tear the stitching before it had a chance to help. He paused when his muscles seemed to scream at the motion. He couldn’t stay like that so he rushed through it pulling his shirt down and donned his cloak over his shoulders. He adjusted the scarf to hide his face, to keep him from smelling those helpless humans in the club and went out leaving not a hint of blood or shard to allow people to guess what he was doing. A man rushed past him as he finally unlocked the door, seemed a small line had gathered and they weren’t pleased to see that he had hogged the bathroom to himself. He could deal with the stares; it was the sudden hand on his injured shoulder than made him spin.
CRASH. The door gave and the man was flung through it. There were screams a few people followed the commotion, Ray exited the building, his eyes fixated on the man he had thrown out the door. Soon, hands came around him, several pairs tried to seduce him to the ground. He stood strong but the constant bumping against the stitching was slowly pulling the strings free and his arm began to ache dully. He let out a grunt when he felt a head wedge its way into his spine in a sudden rush. He glared eerily down at the person, his pale blue eyes dangerous as he grabbed the first thing he could touch and slammed them into the un-expecting ground. The other two hung to his body, muscles tense to keep a hold on him as he jerked about. His fist found its way into one of the boys that clung to his side, the noise it made, the horrible popping and bone shuddering noise didn’t go unnoticed as he convulsed on the ground, blood spewing from his mouth and nose as he tried desperately to breath. The sudden blood got his boiling, his irises shrunk only to widen back to capture the fleeting light as the fight moved further into the street.
They were hardly finished with him, the other two that were thrown about rose to their feet while the third went to help the one that now had a crushed windpipe. He balled his fists ready to do the same to the next person that came up to him, and those men could see it in his eyes how serious he was but the alcohol drove them; it made them reckless and testosterone driven.

[Thefruitsong]

She heard the sounds of the scuffle, and she started running toward it. Fighting was normal in the city. Those who didn't were either really lucky or soon to be dead. Still, she continued to run, her breath coming out in short bursts as she rounded the corner. To the average eye, she would be just another curious child.

[Tsume Dark-lord-]

It became a blood bath. The way his body moved dodging the attacks as the men threw themselves at him landing very little blows but it was enough to make the dull ache in his arm throb painfully. He didn’t want to get in a fight with the way he felt, it only drove him to crave flesh more and the next moment, his mind finally caved. He snapped the man’s arm; bone tore the flesh and blood poured from the open wound. His nostrils flared and he couldn’t take it anymore. With his one free hand, he pulled down on his scarf showing a row of sharp teeth, filed to fine points as he latched down on the man’s arm and bit hard. It was wonderful, the blood tainted with a bit of alcohol was beyond pleasing to his hungry body. He tore the flesh from him and gnawed on him. There were horrified screams when they realized he was actually eating the man and for a while, they couldn’t move, not even the men that were hell bend on bashing his head in where stricken with absolute shock.

[Thefruitsong]

She stared in a mix of horror and fascination as she watched the man and his activities. He looked more beast than man as he devoured the ones he was in a brawl with. She glared, knowing something had to be done. Reaching for her bag, she produced a pepper bomb, lobbing it at his head as she took a deep breath in. If he charged, he would be subject to a line of fire.

[Tsume Dark-lord-]

THUNK. He flinched at the sudden bop against his head, it was hardly anything to worry about with his meal still squirming in agony but it was the sudden spray of chemicals and spices that drew his attention and howl out in pain as it dosed his eyes with just a bit of that horrible spray. He drew back, the others starting coughing and hacking and running. One actually stayed to drag his now in shock friend out of the fray. He threw his arm up to press his face into the crook of his elbow and dashed off away from the contents until he could finally breath without coughing violently. His pale eyes, wild with hunger and blood lust, locked onto the only other person that did not seem to run. His feet hit the ground hard as he ran for her; he wasn’t in the mood to be dosed with such chemicals and made a fool of. His speed wasn’t that of a normal person as he reached out to take the girl by her wrists bringing her up to his eyes. It was amazing to see how well he could run and sprint across the small distance in record time despite his large frame. His face was covered in blood as his eyes looked her over and tried to snatch up the source of his small weapons. He was keen to stripe of her anything that she could harm him with.

((Must run now. Business to attend and what not. I’ll be back in…about five to six hours.))

[Thefruitsong]

The sudden being grabbed ripped a scream as opposed to a simple exhale from her as she was in shock. The orange flame erupted from her mouth as she squirmed, trying to get away.

[Bamahut]

{sorry ive been gone...ive been out of internet service and probably will tomorrow. my internet right now is so slow, but i hav it}

[Thefruitsong]

(ahhhh)

[Bamahut]

{I feel so damn bad i couldnt tell u guys. IM SORRY!!! crying }

[Thefruitsong]

(you're telling us now, it's alright.)

[Tsume Dark-lord-]

His eyes were trained on the young girl’s face, every small detail he tried not to mess in the sudden whirl wind colors and scents that dove into him so readily. He tensed when he saw the flame swell in her mouth and he was quick to press his large hand over her mouth and clamp it shut. “Don’t”, was all he uttered, his voice harsh and stern also surprisingly commanding despite his crazed state. His heart was racing, the small flesh he had consumed working on his damaged body but it wouldn’t be enough. He still felt the horrible ache in his body, in his shoulder and back. He glanced about, a sound he was all too familiar with, the sirens of a police car. With one swift movement, he wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist and tucked her under his arm like a piece of luggage, then was gone down the street to escape the officers of the law.

[Thefruitsong]

She started to kick and claw. "Put me down!" She yelled. She could tell he was one of the people with the madness in them. After seeing him go all Lector on the two drunken men, she wondered what he would do to someone half his size.

[Tsume Dark-lord-]

He didn’t breath a word to the girl as he adjusted her just slightly, his grip on her slipping. The dull ache was starting to throb again with the extra weight he had to carry even though she was hardly anything compared to what he normally cared. He kept jogging along cutting corners, dashing down alley ways until he met an empty street. The sirens long since faded away. He let out a held breath, his arm still clutching the girl to his side. He only stopped a moment to catch his breath and adjust the girl onto his shoulder to help disturbed the weight. He hurried along, his shoes hitting hard against the black stone. He carried her further and further away from human life until nothing but bugs chirped and buzzed about. It was then that he sat her down in front of him. He was twice her size, maybe more in height and far heavier. He could have easily taken her by her throat and snapped her neck, it was an easy kill but he wasn’t sure who she belonged to. He leaned down, his knees touching the ground as he inspected the girl, his eyes scanning over her body, his fingers picking at the clothing she wore, her hair especially. He didn’t have to warn her not to run, he would over power her in a second and he could just as easily kill her if she tried another pepper bomb on him.
His long, boney fingers laced in her brown hair, the soft locks almost pleasing against his coarse skin. He was studying her, taking in every detail and scent.