He knew it was fragments of memories, whispers of his childhood, yet that didn't help the fear, the instinctive reaction of the tiger to protect. Many nights the scene unfolded, leaving him tangled in sheets, drenched in sweat. Liquor couldn't calm him, he doubted much would. His twisted psyche threw up various ways he could've saved them all. Ways he wouldn't have lost everything that mattered to him that night. He knew subconsciously it wasn't true, he'd barely been in control of himself then, but the nightmares still grabbed hold, refusing to let him leave their grasp.
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*He stood on the tarmac, ragged backpack hitched high on his shoulder. Men ran around him, heading to remove the pallets from the cargo plane. He'd hitched a ride, Psiforce had listed him as a scientist, so he'd passed inspection to be allowed on the charity drops. Who the fuck would look at him and believe that shit? They likely didn't give a goddamn, civil war tended to shift priorities. They ain't too interested in people getting in, but hot damn, getting out was a fucking bitch. Thankfully, four feet traveled better than two. Depending on where he was at, he could cross undetected into Ecuador, Peru, Venezuela, or Panama and get his sorry ass back stateside. He'd try for Brazil, but there were too many damn memories there that didn't need prodding.*
*It took awhile. Longer than it normally would, but he'd pretend he didn't have that month long brain lapse. With all the shit they'd seen over the years with him working with Kaleva, he'd never seen any type of weres that existed as extinct fucking animals. Not once. Shit didn't make sense.*
*He stared, incredulous, at his new "boss". Why the hell'd he agree to this bullshit anyways? Oh, right, cause his fucking siblings and gone and gotten themselves mated and now he needed something to do instead of lurking around the damn place. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he shook his head, taking the file before heading back outside. He'd refused a desk in the cubicle farm. Shit wasn't him and he didn't intend on playing "busy worker bee". Sitting in the truck, he flipped through the papers. Well. Wasn't this a shitfest of an assignment. He'd be going to Indonesia, Australia, Madagascar, and Colombia. Sonuvabitch. He couldn't imagine he'd fit in any better in Colombia than the rest of 'em. This damn agency was gonna get his ass skinned.*
*Strumming the beat up guitar softly, he hummed along with the notes. Way he figured it, why bothered cultivating some fucking alter ego, when he'd been an informant for so long anyhow? Dive bars and motels were where he'd lived for most of his life, and it was where he blended in.*
*He twitched, face screwing up slightly. He felt like an impostor. An animal pretending to be a man. Kaden had made him wear slacks and a clean tee instead of his normal ripped to hell, beat up clothes. He was itchy and damned uncomfortable. He'd been tired of feeling like he wasn't able to be a functioning member of the Den though. He'd tried keeping an eye on the place for the others, but Amethyst had threatened to castrate him. As Turstin had laughed, and even handed his mate a knife, he figured his brother would be no damned help.*
*Pausing to wipe sweat from his brow, he couldn't help casting a scowl to the property. What the fuck had possessed them to have such a huge goddamn property? They were weres. Back the place right up against the bayou, they'd be happy and enjoy the cover. For some reason, there was a good acre of cleared land surrounded the Den. Eyeing it again, he shook his head.*
Ailwin Ryann |PF| The Den
*Closing his eyes, he buried his fingers in long blonde hair. A low groan left him as warm lips wrapped around his cock, the soft murmurs she made vibrating straight through him* Fuck...yes. Harder. *Tipping his head back, he lifted his hips, relishing the way her throat tightened around him. He didn't know her name. Fuck if he cared. Didn't know the singlest thing about her but goddamn, he'd been cooped up for too damn long.* Laveda XuanYuan The flutter of dreams broke and shattered before a deep laugh was echoing in the back as if telling Laveda she wasn't good in all way.
Laveda woke up with a deep gasp as she breathed deep gripping for the last of the air. She didn't recall much of the whole dream as usual; however, this time she recalled well those parting words. Amethyst Ayesha |PF|
*Peeking out at the deck, she sighed, glancing at Turstin. When he just shrugged, she straightened her shoulders, heading to the counter to grab a cup of black coffee. Detouring to the refrigerator, she grabbed a bottle of apple juice for herself before sliding the french doors open. Turstin pretended he was busy doing literally anything else, but she knew he'd react quicker than anyone would guess if she appeared to be floundering or scared. Nudging the large feline with her toe, she held the steaming mug up when he lifted his head to look at her* Shift, tiger. |