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 Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 5:44 pm
It'd ears were just as, if not more, sensitive and it winced as its ear was pulled and the rest of it followed. Batting the man's hand away, it rubbed the ear and moved off of him to sit there, gritting its teeth a moment.
Orb in its hand, it placed it into what seemed like a tear in space and then it was gone. Tucked away to then deliver to the Negaverse later.
"And I'll be stronger still. We'll see who gets the upper hand then." It said, its tail fur bristled from the unexpected ear tugging.
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 5:57 pm
The boy slid away from him, and Nataniel shifted to sit more upright, leaning back on his hands. Even that felt unusual, heavy as though his arms were incapable of supporting him. Maybe that wouldn’t have been so strange after his workout. He liked a little burn to make him feel like he’d accomplished something… But he’d only just started. There was no reason for him to even feel drowsy yet, besides…
Besides the monster taking his energy.
Nataniel’s deep red gaze narrowed. As the paw pulled off his chest, he raised his own hand to touch there. Solid as ever, heart beating steady, no obvious wounds. No obvious wounds anywhere, except- His fingers raised from his chest to where his shoulder met his throat, where it still felt sticky, wet, and stinging from the bite.
A normal, tangible, injury, not like the heat and pressure from… whatever dog boy had been doing inside his chest. “Are you diseased?” Nataniel demanded quietly. If it was a hallucination, the bite wouldn’t be real, and it wouldn’t matter. But it didn’t feel that way.
He didn’t know what to think. Any conclusions he could draw felt… convoluted. The simplest answer was most often the right one. That’s how the saying went, wasn’t it? ‘A monster sent to collect his energy’ did not seem simple. “Who sent you? For what purpose?”
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Posted: Sun Jun 23, 2019 6:25 pm
It wasn't as much in the mood after its ear had been tugged on.
"Not that I can remember. I suppose things would have a harder time infecting me now. So we'll go with no." It answered honestly.
It wasn't insulted. Anyone might ask that if you were bitten by a stranger.
"I was sent by my organization. My superiors. Not for you but for anyone I could find. It's the nature of my job. And like I said. For energy." It wasn't caring to let simple information go to a civilian. They couldn't use it against them.
"Why didn't you run when you met me?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2019 4:50 am
How much did he even dare believe what the other told him? It all sounded absurd, like absolutely nothing he could say to anyone else. Words could easily be lies. The purple orb, the hand in his chest, that sensation were harder to manipulate.
‘Not diseased.’ Nataniel wasn’t even sure he could believe that. Why would it sting like this? It could be something that wouldn’t affect whatever the boy was, but a normal person like Nat might be more susceptible. He rubbed the heel of his palm against the bite, smearing away saliva and blood and wiping his hand on his shirt.
“That is what you came here for,” Nataniel retorted. “I asked why. Why do you need energy? What are you going to do with it?” Not that anything werewolf boy said would be more than nonsense, Nat was sure.
“I was running when I met you,” he replied. “But I had no reason to run away, if that’s what you are asking.”
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2019 7:28 am
"Why does anyone need energy? To do things. Power things. Too many uses to relay and none that would make any sense to you so why even ask?" It said as it sat he'd the man continue to rub at his neck.
"Does it sting?" It asked.
The reason the bigger had was stupid. "A man shows up in the middle of the night and you have no reason to run. Does this not raise any alarms?" It said as it rose both massive, clawed hands.
"I can slit guts with these."
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Posted: Mon Jun 24, 2019 8:12 am
Do what things? Power what things? Nataniel’s brow pinched, lips quirking down, but he said nothing. He already knew that knowledge for knowledge’s sake would not be a response relevant enough to be answered. Though a part of him considered that this boy might just be out taking energy because he could, and didn’t have much reason beyond that. ‘I’d wanted a struggle,’ he’d said, clearly someone with at least moderate sadistic tendencies.
“Only a bit,” he answered with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. It wasn’t a concern, so much as a curiosity. And the biting had seemed an unnecessary addition to the energy draining. Animalistic tendencies were difficult to override, he supposed. Though he did wonder, if people didn’t become werewolves from being bitten, as was the story, what did it take?
Nonsense. He felt ridiculous for allowing the thought to even cross his mind.
“Children in costumes don’t frighten me. Grown adults with knives and guns don’t frighten me. I am not weak, and I am not slow, and I am not stupid. I expect I can get out of most situations once I wait to understand more fully what the situation is, and there is no reason to deviate from my norm and cause further confusion by doing so.” Nataniel had to wonder, though, if there were really that many people who saw this short, slender boy and really felt fear.
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 4:35 pm
"You'd do some good to add some clauses to your world view. This city has a lot more happening in it then most places and things scarier than knives and guns. Though I have to wonder how long you managed to live without much sense of self preservation." That disregard for treats and staring into a gun barrel would have been great for corruption material. It would have been given good marks if it could change him too if the man was for it.
"Sometimes you don't have enough time to wait to understand. Sometimes you can wait years and never get it. And I'm not a child or in a costume. What an a*****e." It commented openly.
"Didn't all you've touched show that much. You're not going to understand anything if you don't actually see things." It rose and arched back, claws at its back as it stretched. "You did give me the energy I needed. Usually I don't leave enough to let you be conscious but this has been fun in some ways."
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 4:37 pm
Fear did not do anyone any good. Fear was what caused people to act hasty and irrational and stupid, traits more likely to get someone killed than the opposite. In that regard, Nataniel thought he had more self preservation than most others. It wasn’t as though he wanted to die, but knowing it was inevitable meant he didn’t fear it. And if he wasn’t afraid, he could make intelligent, rational decisions.
But someone who expected and clearly thrived off of others’ fear was not likely to understand that.
Nataniel shook his head. “There’s always the opportunity to have a greater understanding with patience rather than diving in, no matter how limited your time. I could have ran from you. But you would have outsped me. It wouldn’t have done any good. I could have fought you, but particularly in this proximity, I would have lost.” He touched his neck, still stinging. “From poison, or your gut-rending claws, or physical force. Nothing else I could’ve done would have been beneficial.” He tipped his head, “Because I did nothing out of my ordinary, now I know more.”
A thin smile broke out on his lips. “And I have a reasonable confidence that you won’t kill me. You want to ‘keep me,’ is that right?” Something Nat severely doubted would have been the case if he’d screamed or fled or fought.
“You asked why I didn’t run, and that’s your answer. Because a child in a costume is more reasonably sound then immediately jumping to the conclusion of whatever you are. But I wouldn’t have known that from a look or by avoiding you.”
He wondered how long this fatigue would persist and toyed with the idea of sleeping it off. He really shouldn’t be out and about if he was drugged, though he hated altering his schedule… His dark gaze flicked back to the boy, now standing. “Turn around. I want to see all of you.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 4:51 pm
“I’m not a child.” It stressed again, this time far more agitated than when it reminded the other the first time around.
“And killing you would be messing. It would increase security on this campus if there was a early morning murder and that makes it harder for all of us. Really, think about it. If I’m after energy, killing willy-nilly doesn’t help anyone. But IF there is an opportunity and circumstances are sweet, then -” It gave a little shrug in that things could happen. “And while I personally would like to keep you, that doesn’t guarantee I can’t change my mind.” It said, reminding the jogger not to try anything funny.
The order to turn around struck deep in months worth of conditioning to obey commands, but it conflicted with the instinctual feelings of never turning your back on someone. True, the man was weak, but even the weak and desperate could try something.
“I’m not doing that.” It said, but as it rose, it turned halfway to show its side profile. Enough to get a look at the backside of him and the tail protruding from behind him. Not like a normal dog tail though, as it was thick at the base, a deep purple violet ting with short to long fur about it. It moved lazily behind it.
“Again. Not a child. Not a human. There are things scarier than me too roaming about. Especially at night and they have less reason than I do. Don't get gobbled up.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2019 4:57 pm
Wolf boy didn’t listen. Nataniel had said it once before, but as it was repeated- twice- that the thing wasn’t a child, the thought rushed through his mind again. The other didn’t listen. From a single precursory look, a small frame, boyish features, and furry accessories would look like a child. It was a reasonable conclusion, one more easily and readily drawn than to assume there was a monster in front of him, and it was the one Nataniel had drawn, initially.
He did not persist in his assumptions, no matter how the other made it sound, but rather had simply tried to explain why he had acted the way he had, at the time. But as usual, it felt as though his explanations were not reason enough to satisfy everyone.
Nataniel shook his head, but did not try further explanation.
There did not seem to be any greater benefit to lingering here longer. The thing was agitated, repeating himself, and only further confirming things Nataniel had already believed to be true. Not going to kill him, scarier things around- as he’d said previously- warnings. Though what he expected Nat to do with those warnings was beyond him. It wasn’t as though he was simply going to stop his routine because of a single incident, the first in many years.
He reached for the earbud that had been flung from him during the scuffle and popped it back in. He rose to his feet, dusted his pants, and moved to walk away, continuing on the direction he’d been headed, rather than turning around.
It didn’t matter the fatigue. Nataniel would rather persevere than head back.
“It was nice meeting you.” A customary farewell, something others expected to be said after a first encounter, and said flatly, as Nataniel’s focus fell back to his phone and the music turned back up.
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