Merbella

Hunted (Pascal and Merbella)

Luka sat still as the girl requested, however barely responded to her as she began sewing up the wound, as if he either didn’t feel the pain or simply wasn’t letting it show through. The truth was he was far too anxious to move. There were slight flickers of flinching with every move, though this was more from a terrified anticipation rather than a reaction to the pain of the stitching. In truth it was a rather mild pain compared to that which was already emitting from his throbbing side. When she was done her words caught him by surprise, causing the boy’s eyes to widen.

He knew he should thank her, but he was willing to let anything through. Mainly for risk of letting himself get attached to her. “I suspect so.” He answered when she asked if he’d be able to leave soon. She just wanted him gone, the same as him. The next question caused him to frown slightly. “I’m surprised they haven’t already if I’m honest. They would have realised quickly enough that they’d lost me and once they do they’ll double back and begin checking houses… shops.” He looked up as suddenly the small blue cat from before poked its head through a hole in the ceiling and whistled at him again.

“What?!” The boy stood up quickly however it was too late as he heard the front doors open and a set of heavy footsteps enter. The boy stood slowly and backed away slightly as he looked around for a way to escape or hide. He could hear the man outside looking around, before eventually he began to question the girl, asking her if she’d seen any suspicious characters around. The boy had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Luka felt his heart rate accelerating again as he moved to stand behind the door to the back room. If nothing else it may give him a chance to get the drop on the guard if or when he came looking.

He looked up to the blue cat as the small creature was still looking at him and he waved his arm silently. “Go!” The boy hissed softly, waving his arm again. “Get out of here. I’ll catch up to you.” It looked at him for a long moment, blinking innocently before pulling its head back in and disappearing through the roof. “Be safe.” He whispered softly to himself, turning his attention back towards the guard in the other room. However something was wrong. He was quiet now. Too quiet. Once again Luka tensed. Had he been heard? Had the girl given him away whilst he had been distracted?

He heard the door lock, and the man crossed the room back to where he thought the girl might be. “Well I’m sure you can find… some way to make my time spent here… not a complete waste…” His eyes widened slightly at the realisation. This was not good. It was things like this that made him lose hope in the human race. With him they at least had reason. There was no reason for this. No excuse. His eyes began searching around the room. He usually wasn’t fond of weapons, in this case there may be no other option.

Hunted (Pascal and Merbella)

Luka turned his head away from her, his eyes cast downwards at the floor, his hands shaking visibly. “I’ll be fine.” The boy protested again, his voice quiet but with an underlying bitter tone to it. “I… always am.” However even as he said the words he knew she was right. The blood loss wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn't been for all the running, which had increased his heart rate and blood flow. He wasn’t sure whether he actually would be okay or not, it was hard to tell, it was getting hard to concentrate.

His head nodded slightly, even before he realised it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d accepted help from someone. It made him wonder why she was even bothering. He was a stranger to her, someone who clearly wasn’t a person you wanted to associate yourself with. It would be far easier for her just to let him bleed out. It made no sense. It caused him to begin to question almost everything he’d begun to believe. It caused him to be suspicious. He wanted to deny her again, but she was still right. He’d likely bleed out sooner or later, so it would make everything quicker if he just agreed.

What was the worst thing that could happen that wouldn’t happen if he didn’t let her do this? The boy took a long breath in, winced and eventually peeled back his shirt, lifting it slightly to reveal a fairly significant puncture wound to his side as if he’d been stabbed by something, fresh red blood oozing out. However it didn’t look like a fresh wound, at least a day or so old that just hadn't had time enough to heal. “Do what you must.” He said begrudgingly, turning his head away, as if his pride was preventing him from being thankful when he should be, like he didn’t want to admit he needed help.

What was he doing? No. What did it matter? Soon enough he would be gone. She would be out of his life and they’d never see each other again. All he had to do was make sure he wasn’t found before he left and then this would be the end of it. It had to be. For her sake. The world didn't exactly smile upon a person aiding a wanted criminal.

Hunted (Pascal and Merbella)

A little, yeah, his history with humans isn't all that great. But I don't think he'd hurt her or anything like that. But he wouldn't let her do it willingly.

Hunted (Pascal and Merbella)

Luka looked up at the girl as she addressed him. The pause made him think she was about to start freaking out again, call him a monster or something, run away, anything. What he didn’t expect was her to say that he wasn’t allowed to bleed on the floor. The words made him smile to himself, almost laugh. But he didn’t. He looked up at her again as she gestured for him to follow her as she moved towards the back door. The boy’s eyes flashed back to the door and the windows as he hesitated.

He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of going back there. He was fast but it would be too easy for the girl to catch him off guard and out speed him to the door in this state, closing it behind her and locking him inside whilst she went to get the guards. He eventually resolved to do as she asked if it allowed her to feel a little bit more comfortable. This way he’d at least be out of sight, no one would be able to look in the window and see him bleeding all over the floor.

Inside the room it was darker and smelt of dust and fresh leather. His nose wrinkled at the smell but he moved to sit where she made space for him, slightly surprised when she told him what the story was going to be if her boss showed up. He found himself caught very off guard and taken aback, blinking in surprise but nodding in understanding all the same. However the next thing he knew she was in front of him, a needle in her hand as she told him to let her see his wound. Luka simply sat there in shock, looking at her, taking in details.

There seemed no malicious intent in her eyes, none that he could see anyway. Her entire body held no traces of aggression, though maybe a hint of readiness as if she still suspected he may try to harm her. He kept his senses alert, listening for any sounds of someone else in the store or the door opening, but nothing. He found her scent entering his nose and he took it in, quickly taking it to memory. However when she said she was going to stitch his wound the boy tense and recoiled slightly, shaking his head firmly. “Don’t!” He quickly gasped, one of his hands moving to shield the wound.

“Don’t touch me. Please…” Finally fear started to trickle through the deep blue eyes. It was strange, now he was fully thinking about it, which was proving difficult. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so close to a person, well one who didn’t seem to want to harm him anyway, throngs of people not included of course. Another thing he could not recall was the last time a person had touched him that hadn't harmed him in some way. The idea scared him.

Hunted (Pascal and Merbella)

Luka’s eyes stayed glued to the girl as he slowly let his hand fall from her arm and he took a few steps away from her, giving her a safe amount of room so that she may not fear any attack from him. The more in control and safer she felt the less likely she was to make too much noise or draw attention to herself. He felt slightly confident he could overpower her if she tried to attack him, but doubted there was the intent. She was scared. He could hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes and even hear her accelerated heart rate.

The boy held up his hands in a show of piece. “I… I don’t want gold. I’m not here to steal anything.” He insisted, his breath still heavily laboured as he raised his arms, but winced and dropped one to his stomach, where a sizable patch of blood had stained his shirt. Cringing as he felt the adrenaline start to leave his system Luka sank slowly to one knee, clutching at his side. “I mean you no harm.” He repeated, looking up at the girl. “I just need a place to hide. I will go, I promise. As soon as it’s safe-”

His words were cut off as there was a crashing sound in the back room, as if something had toppled off a shelf and fallen to the floor. Luka’s head snapped up and he watched as a small blue, cat like creature, though leaner than most would be casually strolled into the room as if it owned the place, jumping up onto the counter and looking at the girl with the knife, blinking its large black eyes. “Hey!” Luka hissed, causing it to turn its attention towards him, still with a slight air of indifference about it. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

The cat-like creature blinked at him for a few minutes and eventually made a strange, soft whistling noise at him, which seemed to quell the boy’s annoyance and he sighed softly, letting his head fall again. “And you’re sure no one followed you?” Once again it whistled at him as it sat down and began licking its paw, a soft pink tongue running along the fur before it ran it over its head much like any normal cat. “Fine, just be careful okay? Come get me when it’s safe to move.”

The cat’s ears perked up at this and it jumped off the counter, walking over to him and licked gently at his hand before pressing its forehead into his. He smiled very slightly at this, though with his head hung he wasn’t sure if the girl would see. “Go one, get out of here.” He said before it turned and ran back into the back area, disappearing silently out whichever hole it had used to enter. “As soon as its safe, I’ll leave you. You’ll never see me again. I just need a minute to rest.” Luka spoke to the girl now, his eyes cast down on the floor, his hand still pressed to the wound at his side.

On the Hunt (thepeacefulfallen and Merbella)

Silly double post :/

On the Hunt (thepeacefulfallen and Merbella)

Luka’s eyes stayed glued to the girl as she moved behind the counter and he made no move to prevent her from doing so. The more in control and safer she felt the less likely she was to make too much noise or draw attention to herself. When she drew the knife his eyes widened slightly, acknowledging the threat but he felt slightly confident he could overpower her if she tried to attack him with it, but doubted that was the intent. She was scared. He could hear it in her voice, see it in her eyes and even hear her accelerated heart rate.

No, she was just trying to protect herself. The boy held up his hands in a show of piece. “I haven’t done anything.” He insisted, his breath still heavily laboured as he raised his arms, but winced and dropped one to his stomach, where a sizable patch of blood had stained his shirt. Cringing as he felt the adrenaline start to leave his system Luka sank slowly to one knee, clutching at his side. “I mean you no harm.” He repeated, looking up at the girl. “I will go, I promise. As soon as it’s safe-”

His words were cut off as there was a crashing sound in the back room, as if something had toppled off a shelf and fallen to the floor. Luka’s head snapped up and he watched as a small blue, cat like creature, though leaner than most would be casually strolled into the room as if it owned the place, jumping up onto the counter and looking at the girl with the knife, blinking its large black eyes. “Hey!” Luka hissed, causing it to turn its attention towards him, still with a slight air of indifference about it. “What do you think you’re doing here?”

The cat-like creature blinked at him for a few minutes and eventually made a strange, soft whistling noise at him, which seemed to quell the boy’s annoyance and he sighed softly, letting his head fall again. “And you’re sure no one followed you?” Once again it whistled at him as it sat down and began licking its paw, a soft pink tongue running along the fur before it ran it over its head much like any normal cat. “Fine, just be careful okay? Come get me when it’s safe to move.”

The cat’s ears perked up at this and it jumped off the counter, walking over to him and licked gently at his hand before pressing its forehead into his. He smiled very slightly at this, though with his head hung he wasn’t sure if the girl would see. “Go one, get out of here.” He said before it turned and ran back into the back area, disappearing silently out whichever hole it had used to enter. “As soon as its safe, I’ll leave you. You’ll never see me again. I just need a minute to rest.” Luka spoke to the girl now, his eyes cast down on the floor, his hand still pressed to the wound at his side.

On the Hunt (thepeacefulfallen and Merbella)

His breath felt hot, burning his lungs with each sharp inhale as feet flew across the ground, almost silent as he ran through the crowd. Many cries of outrage could be heard in his wake as Luka barged through people, knocking some to the ground in his haste. But there was no time to stop and offer an apology or help. Even further back his keen ears angry shouts to move and a clanking of metal as guard weapons clanged against other pieces of their gear. They were far enough behind that he couldn’t see them if he looked back, but close enough they were able to follow the trail of confusion and chaos the boy left behind him.

His deep, sharp, blue eyes scanned the buildings rushing past him as his feet practically flew across the ground, his speed hindered only by the people in his way. There were few gaps in the crowd, no alleyways in sight. No place to escape. The bright noon sun was beaming down upon him, sweat dripping from every pore in his body. He couldn’t, or perhaps didn’t want to, think about how long he had been running. Suddenly his eyes widened with surprise as up ahead of him he saw a small gap in the crow, not much but just enough to offer a small chance at maybe a rest.

Quickly the boy darted through the gap that led to a small building, probably a shop, he suspected. Bursting through the door he slammed it behind, breathing heavily his eyes scanned the room he had just entered before they landed on a young woman with long, brown hair and they widened in fright. With lightning fast movements he dashed forwards and took a hold of her upper arm in one hand and placed the other over her mouth to stop her from crying out.

“Please,” he managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. “Just… be quiet. I’m not… not going to hurt you.” His eyes flickered to the side for a moment, towards the door and he fell totally silent, holding his breath despite the burning urgency in his lungs as if he was listening to something. However there was nothing to be heard outside, just the usual hustle and bustle of the city. However after a minute or so he seemed satisfied with whatever he was waiting for and took a long gasp for air before returning his attention to the girl before him, which he now realised he was intimately close to, their bodies practically touching in places.

“I’m going to move my hand away.” He said softly, searching her brown eyes for some kind of sign as he slowly peeled his hand. “Please… don’t scream.” Releasing her and taking a few steps away Luka stood rigidly, his entire body tense like a deer that sensed danger and was ready to flee at a moment’s notice. All it took was one shout, one call for help and people would hear and with the guards so close they would be upon them within minutes. There would be little chance for escape.

On the Hunt (thepeacefulfallen and Merbella)

Name: Luka
Age: 21
Appearance: Fairly average height with a very lean, athletic body, not overly muscly and heavily tanned. Short, slightly curly medium brown hair and intense butterfly blue eyes. (Can never really find a picture I like of him so I have to just describe him (which I am not very good at sorry))

Hunted (Pascal and Merbella)

His breath felt hot, burning his lungs with each sharp inhale as feet flew across the ground, almost silent as he ran through the crowd. Many cries of outrage could be heard in his wake as Luka barged through people, knocking some to the ground in his haste. But there was no time to stop and offer an apology or help. Even further back his keen ears angry shouts to move and a clanking of metal as guard weapons clanged against other pieces of their gear. They were far enough behind that he couldn’t see them if he looked back, but close enough they were able to follow the trail of confusion and chaos the boy left behind him.

His deep, sharp, blue eyes scanned the buildings rushing past him as his feet practically flew across the ground, his speed hindered only by the people in his way. There were few gaps in the crowd, no alleyways in sight. No place to escape. The bright noon sun was beaming down upon him, sweat dripping from every pore in his body. He couldn’t, or perhaps didn’t want to, think about how long he had been running. Suddenly his eyes widened with surprise as up ahead of him he saw a small gap in the crow, not much but just enough to offer a small chance at maybe a rest.

Quickly the boy darted through the gap that led to a small building, probably a shop, he suspected. Bursting through the door he slammed it behind, breathing heavily his eyes scanned the room he had just entered before they landed on a young woman with brown hair and they widened in fright. With lightning fast movements he dashed forwards and took a hold of her upper arm in one hand and placed the other over her mouth to stop her from crying out.

“Please,” he managed to gasp out between ragged breaths. “Just… be quiet. I’m not… not going to hurt you.” His eyes flickered to the side for a moment, towards the door and he fell totally silent, holding his breath despite the burning urgency in his lungs as if he was listening to something. However there was nothing to be heard outside, just the usual hustle and bustle of the city. However after a minute or so he seemed satisfied with whatever he was waiting for and took a long gasp for air before returning his attention to the girl before him, which he now realised he was intimately close to, their bodies practically touching in places.

“I’m going to move my hand away.” He said softly, searching her eyes for some kind of sign as he slowly peeled his hand. “Please… don’t scream.” Releasing her and taking a few steps away Luka stood rigidly, his entire body tense like a deer that sensed danger and was ready to flee at a moment’s notice. All it took was one shout, one call for help and people would hear and with the guards so close they would be upon them within minutes. There would be little chance for escape.