{PRP} Marked, Scared, and Healed (Fane, Grunblawu, Porthos)

[Dooma]

The world did nothing but bore a tall muscular Laegil as he looked out onto his property from a balcony window. Nothing much ever drew him into action any more. He hated watching other Mearas being happy and busy with their worthless lives. He would sooner watch them all burn at a stake than join in any of their daily habits and actions. Nor did he plan to join any of the main factions he had started to hear about. Apart form some worthless...near nameless to him servants he did not care to be among others.

Well of course that was unless he was feeling a bit frisky. And when he was things tended to get a bit...messy would be the best word for it. Though maybe being a bit frisky would snap the evil Laegil from his funk. Cruel green eyes lowered into a glare at the fact it would mean having to go out in such full sun light. But maybe if he bided his time right there would not be sun for too long to have to deal with.

Making his way slowly down threw his rather large estate Fane Dracul readied himself to face the aggravatingly dull world. With his head held high in a manor clearly stating everything was below him he crossed the threshold into his front yard. He made his way at a calm pace down along the main path leading to his house his cruel eyes scanning slowly over the expanse of his land. Maybe a wayward trespasser would be just what he needed.


On the outskirts of Dracul's land a rather rustic Laegil stallion made his home. He would ever admit that he worked for Fane Dracul nor would the later admit ownership or employment of the former. This was most likely the only reason the splotched stallion had been left alone and un marred from the evil landlord's bored wrath or frisky days. Grunblawu simply tended to the land just outside of Dracul land and would clean up after Fane from time to time. But even those distasteful time when he had to clean up a rather...unpleasant matter did not stain the gentle simple personality of the young stallion.
 

[Orisis]

With the sun blaring unbelievably hot upon the dark coat of the stallion slowly making his way along the lands, not caring who they really belonged to. He was dying of thirst, sweat coated his body and muscles twitched as he leaned heavily upon his trusty cane. Having lost his leg in a nasty fight as a colt, he was use to the way hobbled not so gracefully through the grass. Maybe there will be a soul here to help him? He dared not hope though.

Having already traveled for days on end for just some shelter left this stallion a bit bitter, angry and ready for a tousle. Even if his muscles shuddered from the sheer force of standing. Normally, Porthos wasn't is this condition, he could normally balance quite gracefully on his cane. Better yet, could stack a and on one leg and whack an enemy with his cane. But he just wanted water.
 

[Dooma]

Dark movement at the edge of his is land caught Fane's eyes. He turned to look at the movement for just a moment before his sharp mind figured out that it was in fact the wayward travel he had been hoping for. Maybe the day would not be as dull as he thought it would be.

Even from the distance he was from the traveler he could see that there was a strangeness to his stranger's gate. His lips pursed in disapproval and he steeled himself as he made his way towards the stranger.

As he drew near he could see the reason for the odd gate, it seemed the dark stallion in front of him was missing a leg. And his body was coated with sweat and dirt it was clear he had been hobbling for a wail now. Fane placed a hand on his hip and the other he brought up to look over his claws, "You are...aware you're trespassing currently." His voice was dark and stony. The bright cruel eyes glancing up from his flawless claws to the stallion in front of him. He was clearly 'unaware' of the thirsty plight of the wanderer.  

[Orisis]

Stumbling briefly, a sound of distress left his lips as he righted himself, glancing back to glare at the pothole in which his cane had gotten sunken into briefly. Shaking his head, his silvery mane moved about him, sticking to his dirt and sweat covered form, muscles twitching briefly at the movement. Something caught his eye then, and he froze, turning to stare at the stranger coming his way. The graceful movements hinted at a stalking sort of way, as if Porthos had just became the stallions prey.

Clearing his throat to fight back the dry mouth, he swallowed briefly as he listened to rumble of the golden one before him. "My apologies, I'm searching for a place to get a drink, I had not known this land belonged to anyone." His voice cracked briefly from time to time, showing just parched he was, but anyone could hear that his voice held a certain dark timbre. "Would you be so kind as to give a weary traveller some water?"

As he asked, his hand came up to soothe over his palm flattening over weeks old wounds that had almost completely healed over. Dirt caked thickly to the claw marks on his chest, over his face and his ear, as if he had fallen over quite a bit. Shuddering as he leant purposely on his "cane" which appeared to be just a thick branch of wood.  

[Dooma]

The mumbled sound of distress was like a faint whisper of a beloved song to Fane's ears. Even at the distance it rang in his ears and promised to play louder if he would only tune the instrument. And Fane's claws and fangs knew how to play all his favorite tunes. It was only wail making music he allowed his near flawless body to be marred by filth.

Fane listen to the strangers words though if he had really been listening or not it was hard to tell as his cold eyes looked over the dust wore wanderer before him. The dry voice asking for a kindness made him want to laugh. Though his eyes flicked to follow the movement of Porthos' hands along the nearly healed gashes down the dark chest. The simple sight of fingers sliding over such wonder was a sweet teaser to him. He could just fit the tip of his claws into the still raw flesh, how easy it would be to tear him open again.

But at last he spoke, "Ignorance of land boundaries is not excuse to trespass." His voice flowed so easily and smoothy from his lips. His mouth not travel worn and dry. He lowered his claws from his face and moved to circle the stallion before him. He wondered how easily would the stranger topple if he did not have the branch under his hand. Just a swift kick to it could send them both toppling down.

"Though I might be able to take you to a place to quench your thirst...though I can help but wonder if you can repay be for such a kindness. What would you do me in return for a drink." he said as he came back around to stand in front of the black stallion, always staying just out of cane reach for now.  

[Orisis]

Resting heavily upon the cane, his tongue flicking out to quickly swipe over his dry, cracked lips. Porthos gave a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping forward as the heat continued to burn away at his dark flesh, sweat rolling slowly down his forehead and around his eyepatch. It itched so annoyingly upon his face, for he knew the blood under it was dry and flaking.

"I can do many things to help you,sir." He bowed his head briefly, his single eye scanning over the taught form of the golden male before him, his palm still flat against the scars upon his chest. "Just within reason of course." Something about the way the golden male stared at him, spoke and moved seemed as if Porthos was going to be dinner.  

[Dooma]

The black stallion in front of him looked so nearly ready to collapse. If it were not for that cane Fane was sure the stranger would fall to the ground paining and maybe even die unknown in his field. Standing directly in the sun was not helping matters. And though it was slightly warmer than he, himself, would like it must be sheer torture for the darker grim covered male. Fane's nostrils were filled with the other's fatigue and sweat.

But at least he was showing proper respect. The bow and the vauge offer seemed to please the golden male for now. "With in reason to one is outrageous to others...however I am sure we can work a little...something out." he smiled and leaned forward to feather his thick claws over the raw part of the large middle gashes at Porthos' chest. His eyes flat and dark but his lips curve in just enough smile that pointed fangs could be seen.

He made a turn after this to fall in at Porthos' side but slightly a head, "This way..." He said as he started to walk forward.  

[Orisis]

Huffing out breath through parch lips, his silvery mane sticking to his neck in tendrils, leaving a sorta webbed design along his back, shoulders and collar bone. The tendrils upon the muscles quivered and stretched as the muscles shuddered under the claws that ran along his chest. A chill running up Porthos' spine as well, his eye narrowing briefly.

"I should hope so." He murmured out, wwatching the other male move beside him, well, almost. Hobbling slightly behind the other.  

[Dooma]

The fact that Porthos had not made an objection to his touch was rather interesting. Normally one would shy away and yet it seemed that this dark stranger was familiar with such touches. Even having slide down the raw part brought little more than a shudder and a glare. It was clear from the state of the stallion that Prothos like to push his body to the limits. And this mere thought sent Fane's mind to wonder what would be the breaking point for someone like that. Humiliation would more than likely be the only thing that would break someone who abused their body so. And Fane was rather skilled, he liked to think, if break others both physically and mentally.

He led the way with a confidence and superior air, not seeming to notice the suffering or fatigue of the other. He led at a rather quick pace but as promised the well was not that far. and as they grew with in a few feet from it Fane turned with a bit of a smile on his lips, "The well as I said..." His cold eyes looked right into the bloodshot lilac eye of Porthos and waiting for the tired male to hobble forward Fane's hand shot out to take up the other's cane hoping that the black stallion would fall to the ground.  

[Orisis]

Having hobbled slowly behind the larger golden stallion, or what appeared to be larger. Porthos wasn't sure, but he knew he was basically slumped halfway over his cane by now, muscles lack and shaking with the effort. He shouldn't have run so much, shouldn't have left the band of brigades he was traveled with. At least he'd have water from them, even if they were ingrates. Sighing gently through parched lips, the chipped to skin pulled hard and caused blood to welt the seem. Wincing briefly, he literally fell forward, not realizing his cane was snapped away from him.

Grunting deeply as he tumbled forward, flashing his arm out quickly to catch onto the well, the other bent encase of a landing on the ground. Snarling in bittersweet pain, he swerved his tail to the right, shifting his left leg to slam his hip against the well and the ground, holding to the lip with a trembling, while his teeth clenched so tightly to prevent sounds of pain, just snarls. His lilac eye seemed to swim suddenly, darkening to the colour of the sky while his lip curled into a glare.

But he said nothing, for it would be impolite to at the moment, the stranger had held up his promise, water was just behind him. Hiking himself up onto the side of the well, resting the right stump against it, using his hand on the lip to try and stand tall, back straight. Shame did not come easily to this male.



((horrible.))  

[Dooma]

Fane could not say that the fall had been as pleasing has he had hoped for. It would seem that the black stallion was rather used to falling and though The sounds sent shudders of want threw him. Such a lower horse voice promised so much. The bright green eyes seemed to grow distant with desire and thought as his claws dug into the cane that he had started to wring in his hands.

It took a moment for his eyes to regain their focus and they looked over the matted coat of the other stallion. So much dirt and sweat and blood. And so tall and proud. He felt his own tongue flick over his lips and fangs. "It would seem your cane had caught on something. Though you seemed to have saved yourself form too much damage. Do you still wish for some water after your...little tumble?" He smiled and moved to circle around the well tapping the cane's handle into one of his hands.  

[Orisis]

Snorting loudly through dirt caked nostrils, the movement causing dirt to blow through the air and swirl around his dusty face. Licking his lips once more, his ear twitched back toward the sound of water within the well, his grip tightening upon the edge as he kept his single eye towards the male. Unfortunately, he had to drink. His chest heaved as he shuddered from dehydration, but he couldn't help but stare at Fane.

Shifting, he lent against the well suddenly tense as his turned toward the moving male, watching his move gracefully around the well. The grip he had on his cane though made his concerned. Did Fane trip him? Or was it something else? He was a bit confused, honestly disoriented.


[[is it a well with a rope, or just a well with the water to the lip? ./fails]]  

[Dooma]

Fane wondered just what the other stallions head would look like being tossed to the side as he hit the other with his own cane. His patience for luring and testing the wild stallion was starting to get tiresome. If he slammed the cane across the other's face he could knock him out and drag him back to the manner. But then again it would mean that he would have to drag the uncurious male home. That would be too much work in the heat.

But if he allowed the tired male water then it might just give the dirty stallion enough strength to fight. He set the cane down at his hooves and turned to give a crank of a lever that brought the bucket in the well closer to the top. And he continued to move it one slow crank at a time. Bringing the bucket and the water ever so slowly closer and closer to the parched stallion.

He watched as Porthos look grew more and more disoriented and desperate. He let the bucket slide back down a bit before starting to crank it back up. "Sorry my hand slipped." he said softly and continued to crack until the rim of the bucket was just in view.

(rope and bucket. More fun lol)