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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2016 10:28 am
  Ruven was getting a sinking feeling as events unfolded. It was even worse than when it first started. As Ian tried to get his brother to calm down and come out he felt dread trickle through his veins. Even so, he didn't prepare himself for what happened next--maybe because Ian was there. The elf should have been on guard like he was when he was sneaking out of the apartment earlier; but he wasn't and that left him absolutely no time to react. Before he knew it the door was flung open right before Ian was tossed to the side like a rag doll. The only thought that ran through his mind as he was flung to the floor was the fact that he knew he made a mistake that ended up making the situation even worse.
The elf barely had time to catch his breath before Odin's knuckles made contact with his face. "Stop it." The command came out weaker than he wanted. Another punch to the face. "Stop it!" It was said loud enough for all of them to hear that time. His tone even had some type of authority that he shouldn't have as a slave. Ruven had never been in a real physical fight before; but he wasn't going to just take the abuse even if he appeared to have no chance. That's why his arms snaked up rather quickly so that he could wrap his hands around the werewolf's throat. If he couldn't get the best grip then he would have dug his fingers into the others skin. All that mattered was the fact that he had his thumbs on Odin's windpipe and was pressing against it. Ruven knew it would have been better to go for a quick killing blow; but he wasn't a murderer--despite but people seemed to believe. Still, if Odin didn't get off of him then he would push even harder. After all, he didn't care if the guy passed out from lack of oxygen. It would be Odin's own fault if it happened to get to that point.
No matter how much time his attempt at self-defense got him, Ruven talked back like he never had before. "I told you to stop. You ******** piece of s**t!" It was obvious by the look in his eyes and the sound of his voice, regardless of how bloody he already was, how furious he was at that moment. All acts of being a simple obedient slave was thrown out the window. "I'm tired of turning a blind eye to your ******** illegal escapades. You should be the one that was thrown into the system: not me! You ******** screw up! I did nothing wrong yet I had to be placed in this s**t hole with a Cypress! A disgrace of a son that could have taken over the family business that ******** me over. You have no right to treat me like this! I could have made your shitty life ten times worse than it already is. You ******** a*****e!" Whether all that came out in one smooth string of words or not was dependent on how Odin reacted. Regardless of how many times he was punched during that rant of his didn't matter. Ruven was determined to finish even if he had to spit out blood that started to pool in his mouth. He also didn't care how cruel or over the top he was being with his words. The elf was livid and spewing out a ton of things he had kept inside. He was definitely not thinking before speaking. In fact, he probably forgot that Ian was still there and would probably attempt to pull Odin off of him.
LOCATION: At the apartment with Ian and Odin.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2016 12:07 am
Ian was pretty good in high stress situations. He stayed calm. He learned to take his insecurities and terrible feelings and push them so far down they probably didn’t exist anymore. Maybe. But he had weak spots. When that door opened up and Ian had been expecting his brother to be ready to talk. Say something. About prison. About what was bothering him. About needing help. Ian was expecting something. But there wasn’t a single word exchanged.
SLAM.
The wind got knocked out of Ian as he hit the floor. Holy s**t. Odin had become strong. Ian always remembered his older brother being powerful, but they had been children. That was over ten years ago the last time Ian and Odin had gotten into a physical conflict. When Ian looked up he saw Odin land a slow punch to Ruven’s face taking his time before he wound his arm back again to land another powerful blow. A machine. A ******** killing machine. The elf’s hand around Odin’s neck didn’t even seem to slow the man down. Didn’t stop his focused gaze from being ready to destroy the prey he had trapped beneath him. And for Ian… It wasn’t new. It wasn’t the first time he’d watched his brother murder something this way. ”You’ll kill him.” Ian muttered in a quiet tone as he was still trying to catch his breath. Nobody could probably hear over the madness anyways. There were violent sounds as Odin landed each hit and Ruven screaming ontop of that, Ian’s wheezing added to the madness. ”ODIN.” He immediately screamed forcing himself up. ”ODIN STOP.” He ran forwards slamming his body into the werewolf as hard as he could. He had to knock the two apart. The redhead toppled onto the blond and Ian tried his hardest to pin Odin to the ground to try and get him to come back to reality.
”ODIN YOUR PROBATION.” Ian screamed waiting for his brother to apologize insincerely since the threat of going back to prison wasn’t worth the werewolf trying to keep his dignity. But not a ******** word was exchanged. Still nothing. Ian felt a harsh contact slam against his temple as Odin’s closed fist smashed against him. Ian just saw a flash of white as he was knocked off his brother. The werewolf grabbed Ian’s hair and began to slam his head against the floor. ”OD-”
BASH.
”DI-”
BASH.
”OD-” Ian quickly transformed, the hairs Odin had been holding onto vanished as Ian’s canine form quickly darted to the side, slamming it’s teeth into his brother’s shoulder to attempt and make the werewolf submit to him. As Ian saw his brother getting ready to fling his body to the side he quickly transformed back into a human, slamming his arms forward to shove his brother back. It was ******** hopeless. Ian couldn’t make Odin submit. Nobody could since he’d hit puberty. ”ODIN. ********> The next hit made Ian feel warm blood start dripping from his nose. Ian darted forwards and the two slammed against a wall, a crack left in the place they made contact. The two caught in their violent scrap of a fight, it quickly turning into Ian trying his hardest not to get any of his teeth knocked out.
And it didn’t end until Ian was back on the ground with Odin getting the last few hits on him. It took a while before Ian peeked out from his arms which had been trying to guard his head. Odin was standing over him with this disgusting look on his face as though Ian were a mess he’d have to clean up eventually. The two were silent for a long time. Nothing but eye contact. Tension. New bruises. New blood stains.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 8:50 am
No matter how hard he tried to press against Odin's throat nothing changed. He should have known better. Even if he attacked the sensitive area with a sudden violent blow that would have killed someone of his own race or weaker, it probably wouldn't have been deadly to the werewolf. It didn't make sense to hold back in such a dangerous situation and was one of the many mistakes he made that night. Another being his rant that poured out of his mouth defiantly. There was no way it made anything better. Then again, maybe he got lucky and nothing coherent actually came out of his mouth towards the end. After all, with each hit his face got noticeably worse. It was quite possible that his jaw was broken--among other things. Ruven just couldn't feel much in the heat of the moment and might have just heard those angry words reverberated in his own head even though he attempted to say them.
Suddenly the weight of the body that had pinned him to the ground was pushed off of him. Ruven wasn't paying much attention to the fight that was happening nearby though. He was focused on trying to calm himself down and assess the damage. That mainly consisted of him trying to regulate his breathing and moving different parts of his body as a test. At some point he slowly turned his head just enough to look at the brothers with his not so ******** up eye. That was around the time that Ian began to transform. Realizing that things would probably get even uglier, the elf started to make an attempt at moving himself out of the way.
It seemed to be a slow, tiring and painful process; but he made it to the closest wall before resting his back against it. By that point a wave of intense pain had washed over him. The adrenaline and anger from the fight had masked it earlier and now it seemed to come back with a vengeance. Ruven still felt like there was blood in his mouth even though he couldn't spit out much of anything. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't sure that his jaw would move even if he willed it to. Blood continued to trickle down his face as his bad eye seemed to swell even more than it had already. In the end he decided it didn't feel as bad if he kept that eye closed. The elf tried to examine himself carefully but got distracted by the pool of blood that sat where he was beaten. His eyes followed the trail of dark red liquid that he created when he moved himself. There was so much. He knew that part of that was from the gash on his cheek. Those things always poured out fountains of blood that weren't technically dangerous; but amount of red liquid he was staring at seemed to be too much.
That was when he realized something a bit too late: he was about to faint. As he dragged himself to a safer place in the apartment he definitely felt weak, had some shortness of breath and was having trouble keeping himself from shaking. Those were immediately noticeable; but he didn't think it was anything worth noting at the time. What he didn't realize was the fact that he also had tunnel vision and trouble hearing as well. That was something he only started to notice when he attempted to tear his eyes away from his own blood to look at the fight that was still going on. He felt like it took ages to get them in his line of sight and the noises being made were definitely muffled. Ruven licked his lips subconsciously just to get another taste of his own blood. His head hurt and he forced himself to swallow as if he was afraid that bile was about to make its way up. That's when the dizziness hit him hard--and the rest was history. Ruven's body toppled over around the time that the brothers were having a staring contest. He was out like a light.
LOCATION: At the apartment with Ian and Odin.
What would you do if your freedom was unjustly striped away from you?
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 12:32 pm
i █████████ █████████ █████████ __________________________ I DIDN'T ASK FOR MY OWN LIFE, BUT I'LL TAKE IT
x♟ ᴏᴅɪɴ ᴄʏᴘʀᴇss
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