Between Life and Death RP

Mutt shook her head in disbelief, This couldn't have happened.. this is just a bad dream. she thought to herself, although she knew this was all real. After kneeling beside Araidna, she checked her pulse "she's alive but only barely." She murmured, angry at herself. Mute was afraid for her friend life, she looked over at Jace sadly "We need to get her help or she'll die."

At the scent of Araidna's blood, Jace's fangs appeared, cutting up the inside of his mouth. "Mute," he choked out. "Hospital.. Too many people, hurt people... I can't; I'm Fallen - " The wanting became acute inside of Jace, stabbing him like a knife through the belly. "Where is she bleeding?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. He tossed Mute some of the cloth from his sleeve. "Use this... Bandage," he told her, his hands shaking. "Get her to the hospital; I'll follow from up there."
Jace was shaking badly, so badly he had trouble standing. His fangs slashed at his lips, as he battled the internal desires inside of him. Breathing heavily, Jace staggered towards Araidna. He turned eyes full of desire at her shapeless form.
 
​Ransom shook his head. "You have to eat," he said, speaking around his own fangs.
Eris looked at him with wide eyes as her desire took over; she couldn't resist any longer. She began ate, her fans tearing up the raw rabbit. After about three minutes of eating, she looked at her hands and began crying, covering her face with her wings. She looked at her bloodied hands and the creature she had become.
 
Pryrus smiled,"Alright then I will." He settled in beside her on the bed. "What would you like to talk about?" Pryrus smiled.
Caleb set the food on the table and arranged it nicely. He pulled the women's seat out for her. "Here you go ma'am. Have a seat." He smiled.~
Claire asked "What would you like to talk about? We haven't really talked much, and I'm tired, so you choose."
 
Adara looked towards the seat as he pulled it out, almost feeling slightly reluctant to sit. This was a home she'd never seen before, a man she didn't know, and she was being treated in a way she had never been treated before. She silently wondered if she was simply being led by a lie, but she was too stressed and worn to worry too much at the moment. After all, it was obvious that her culture and this man's culture were very different from each other.
She sat down, once again readjusting her son in her arms so it could be comfortable for a sitting position, and thanked Caleb once more.

"You don't have to keep thanking me." Caleb smiled. "What's your name?" He asked while opening his foods wrapper.~
 
Claire asked "What would you like to talk about? We haven't really talked much, and I'm tired, so you choose."

"This might be a touchy subject for you, but I am just letting you know that I hope you are not still mad over the Seldannna incident. Are you?" Pryrus asked while holding her hand and using his other hand to run it down her forearm.~
 
Eris looked at him with wide eyes as her desire took over; she couldn't resist any longer. She began ate, her fans tearing up the raw rabbit. After about three minutes of eating, she looked at her hands and began crying, covering her face with her wings. She looked at her bloodied hands and the creature she had become.

Ransom knew that his eating would probably distress her further. So, despite his wild hunger, he took his rabbit into another room, set it down carefully on a tray, and washed his hands. He returned with a damp napkin. Gently, he kneeled down and washed Eris's hands with the napkin. "You did good," he said, meeting her eyes. "When I was first - When I first Fell - " Here, Ransom faltered. His early days were full of bloodshed, anguished yells, and pain - pain like he had never felt before. It had been unbearable.

Suddenly, he felt a spike of annoyance towards Eris. She, who had grown up living the pampered life, finally had access to his point of view. And she was crying, being ungrateful, not bothering to care about how bad this could be for him. He had had freedom, and, in trying to save her life, had given it all up.
But Eris didn't care about that. She only cared because her hands were dirty with the blood of a rabbit. She had never been forced to kill a person -
Here, Ransom stopped. Memories flashed before his eyes, imprinting their pain on his eyelids. He staggered back, fell onto all fours. A tear slipped onto the ground.
 
"You don't have to keep thanking me." Caleb smiled. "What's your name?" He asked while opening his foods wrapper.~
Adara nodded at his first piece of advice, saying "Okay" and quickly moving on to what he was saying next.
"My name is Adara." She replied quietly as she carefully unwrapped her food, one hand delicately holding the infant and the other successfully unwrapping her meal.
 
​Ransom knew that his eating would probably distress her further. So, despite his wild hunger, he took his rabbit into another room, set it down carefully on a tray, and washed his hands. He returned with a damp napkin. Gently, he kneeled down and washed Eris's hands with the napkin. "You did good," he said, meeting her eyes. "When I was first - When I first Fell - " Here, Ransom faltered. His early days were full of bloodshed, anguished yells, and pain - pain like he had never felt before. It had been unbearable.

Suddenly, he felt a spike of annoyance towards Eris. She, who had grown up living the pampered life, finally had access to his point of view. And she was crying, being ungrateful, not bothering to care about how bad this could be for him. He had had freedom​, and, in trying to save her life, had given it all up.
But Eris didn't care about that. She only cared because her hands were dirty with the blood of a ​rabbit. ​She had never been forced to kill a person -
Here, Ransom stopped. Memories flashed before his eyes, imprinting their pain on his eyelids. He staggered back, fell onto all fours. A tear slipped onto the ground.
Eris was angry at him for having said "Eat.", she had Fallen now, and she blood on her hands and face to show it. Her hands quivered, and she stood up, whipped her tears, and said "Thanks Ransom" as politely as she could. She opened the door to the hut and headed outside, to leave. She didn't feel any point in living anymore if all she wanted was to be a cannabal.
 

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