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| Garret Renfrew | Apr 18 2009, 08:05 AM |
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He had been tearing himself apart on what to do. Should he preach at these cousins and brothers of his to stop this life, or did he leave them be because he could smell the happiness in the air. As degrading as they were, they seemed to be content and comfortable. Who was he to destroy that? Yet, something jabbed beneath his skin, the pain of change. He wanted to break free of his skin and bite at throats, scratch at eyes and dominate each one in here, but perhaps this was the wrong time to do it? He knew he was strong, but against the united strength of his bloodline he was outmatched. He resolved and decided to go after them one at a time, to instate himself as the strongest. He knew from watching his kin in the wild that the females led, but he had other ideas. Damn to hell be the female who saught to rule over him. He'd only listen to her if she won him over through strength. If she dominated him. He was about to finish up his brew and leave when someone stumbled into his peripheral vision. His eyes snapped in the newcomers direction and he titled his head. She didn't look so good, on the verge of collapsing. Her voice was shaky and weak and he knew it was only moments before she blacked out or puked all over his boots. He set his beer down and slipped from the stool, intending to loop an arm round her and guide her out, but as he stood up she crashed down. He would admit he was alittle suprised before he dropped to one knee beside her. His hands flashed forward and his medical training pushed to the forefront of his mind, he checked her breathing first, pointless to check for a pulse if she couldn't breath. He could feel faint breath upon the cheek he hovered above her mouth and the palm of his hand pressed between her breasts could feel the rise of her lungs. He pulled himself up and scooped his arms underneath her. He lifted her bodily from the ground, evening her weight out so he could better carry her sleight frame in comfort. A bouncer approached and questioned him, Garret explained he wasn't french in a rather rude manner before hustling his way out of the double doors. He shook off the questions people began to fly at him and he took his new charge into the dark streets. He turned a random corner and laid her down upon the more drier patch of concrete he'd found. He turned her head, brought her shoulder round so she would choke. He began to breath gently on her forehead, alittle something the Afrik's taught him, it helped to soothe unconscious animals in the wild and bring them back alittle more comfortably, he guessed it would work on humans too. " Hello, Miss, can you hear me? " His voice was a gravely whisper, husked and rough. |
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