[FIN] Out of the Good, Out of the Evil ( Riot and Nikita)

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Before Nikita could make and satisfying contact with her claws she felt the world suddnly be heaved from under her paws and flipped over. This one was quick. It was an unexpected set-back, however, her deathly gaze remained narrowed and buring with an inferno of hatred. She coninued to swipe viciously at him as best she could until her frame was completely heaved up and off.

The fallen leaves of the forest scattered around her frame as she made contact with the ground. All the while a venomus hiss seethed from her mouth, in addition to a dark snarl.

All her limbs scrambled to regain purchase and restart another assault on "Cain". Her claws raked at the ground as she propelled herself forward, and slightly lower to the ground this time. Lightning should never strike the same place twice, at least not in the same manner. Which was as much wisdom as Nikita could contemplate on as she had allowed her mind to scramble in a berserk rage mode.

Nikita's claws stretched wide as she made another quick swipe at her foe.  

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In his flop, Riot's head turned from the waves of swipes. As he turned his head, the Cloth around his neck loosened and gave way. The ruby rolled from the cloth, and wrapped fish.

Which, smelt good....his stomach growled, reminding him that he didn't really eat at all yesterday.

Right. Fighting.

Paws quickly flipped to the side with his body, the mountain rose as fire blazed at him once more. She was lower this time, but charged just as strongly. He had to watch out for those horns of hers..

As claws lashed out at him, Riot's own unclawed ones pressed for her own frame as he lept at her, daring to clash-he was mindful of his claws.  

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Nikita's swipe was meet with nothing but the air of where her target might have been. Crimson eyes snapped toward his paws as he moved to push at her. The fact he was not using his claws was not noticed, neither was the leather pouch and the succulent smell of fish that accompanied the unveiling of the pouch's precious contents.

With the incoming paw, Nikita darted to the right side with her head lowered. Using what she could with the momentum she had in her partially crouched stance, she sprung toward Riot's side with her head tucked slightly and aimed toward where she could manage to make contact.

Once again, he claws bore down into the ground and were poised to help her assault.

Her tail flailed around behind her to help her retain her balance as she angled her attack. Though she had a bit of rabbit, she too was very hungry. However, the adrenaline from this fight and the smell of blood on her nostrils helped her forget the needs of her frame and focus on the one thing she now worked fiercely for, victory.  

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As Nikita advoided the shove, Riot's own paws touched down in the earth.

In an instant, Riot felt the souls thud of Nikita's horns landing in at his side. Wind was knocked out of him, as his claws dug into the ground to keep himself from being toppled. Clinching his maw, Riot grunted, and only praised the fact it wasn't his skull.

Rihht paw, landed on Nikita's horns and skull, reaching down with his maw opened wide to grip on her gray horns. Hoping to use his weight to sit his upper half on her head and horns, at least to take her to the ground.  

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Little did Nikita know that her successful hit had left her vulerable to her front half being forced to the ground. Within seconds of her hit she soon found her chin meeting with the ground while an "immense" weight was placed upon her head. More than she was used to in any case, and a force to recon with.

She growled wildly as she begun to struggle for her horns and head to be freed. The paw closest to Riot's head reached forward to strike her claws as deep as possible into her captor's neck, or anywhere she could land her bloody claws.

Her hind legs worked to push and pull in any direction that would grant her freedom. She was determined to be free and would not give "Cain" the satisfaction of holding her easily.

Behind her tail lashed around as a whip while her fur continued to bristle.  

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As Nikita chin hit the ground, Riot's right paw that had help take he down moved around her stripped neck, just behind her horns. Wrapping around her neck, he kept at keeping her pinned. His maw released from her horns.

"I told you, I would sit on you..." Riot told her, in a surprisingly calm tone. his breathing was picked up, as shifted the side of his body to lay and pin mostly on her struggling hunches. The weight of a fathead mountain, sat on her with control over his weight, so she wasn't crushed.

As her claws gripped and dug in his fur, a breath seethed past his closed maws. His eyes closed as he focused the pain though each breath. It was something that Bon had taught him, something about channeling the good engery or whatever. Whatever it was, it helped..

His thick branch-like tail raised and flopped on the earth.  

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With the weight of the entire mountain upon Nikita's frame, she could not struggle free. However, she was far from giving up. She had taken notice that her claws had managed to make contect, she could smell the aroma of fresh blood mingling with the air, and the rabbit's blood still crusted on her maw and paws.

Her heart raced while her frame continued to shift and move what it can from being pinned. A low growl rattled from past clenched teeth with each given breath.

No, this wasn't over. Not yet. Once again she brought her claw up to to rake at wherever she could of the mountain's side. At the same time she tried with every ounce of her strength to turn her head this way and that and be free. All of her joints rolled in what motion she could while she tried to twist and contort her slender frame out of the heavy hold.  

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"shuush." Riot coed as she struggled and continued to growl. As if the heavens parted and a word of knowledge came upon him, his tone turned soft and caring.

"Nikita." The mountain, whispered losing his head closer to her own growling one. Laying down himself, still pinning her and remaining on top of the situation, his let his neck stretch over her own just behind her horns.

"Nikita." He tried again, closing his maw he started to purr, as he head rested next to her own.

"Hey-I'm sorry...." The Tahtill told her, doing his best to sooth her.

Her rage and blood glazed claws went unoticed as she insisted on trying to rip him apart. Much like how a rock face, doesn't shudder when it's craved in, it would only silently bare the marks.

Riot continued to keep the purr, as it dawned on him he had being going about eveything the wrong way...  

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As Riot shifted, Nikita tried to double her efforts in getting free of his hold. Her frame jerked back and forth in what movements she could manage, despite the pull at her body. A thick white and bloody foam begun to form around her maw in the futile effort. She hissed and nipped at him while he leaned in to whisper and sooth her savage state of mind.

Narrowed eyes, the pupil so narrow in nearly vanished in the sea of crimson, glanced back toward where the noise was coming from. She couldn't compehend the words at the moment. All she could hear was the soft and alluring tone. She couldn't believe that, or wouldn't believe it.

Another dark growl rattled her frame. She turned her head and nipped toward the source of the voice. It couldn't lie if it didn't have a mouth to!

*HISSSSSSS*

Still her claws flew wildly at the mountain's flesh. It wasn't moving, but Nikita was determined to dig right through if need be. Why wasn't it moving?!

What Nikita did not realize was that her efforts were slowly loosing their vigor. Despite being under the illusion she was fighting with every ounce of strength, her body was starting to wear down in response to the comforting rumbling coming from her 'prison'.

That deep-dark growl continued, but as her body it too begun to slow. The intense wrinkle in the bridge of her nose begun to waver as did the barring of her teeth. Menacing foam continued to gather around the corners of her mouth and shecontinued to struggle. It was surely a futile battle. Nikita could not keep it up for much longer.  

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As Nikita contuined to struggle, Riot remained stead fast and pinned his dear friend. He hated doing such a thing too her, espically when he was the one that drew it out of her. When she relaxed and rested, he would have to appoligize to her, once more.

Laying his head on the earth, Riot was unmoved by the nipping Nikita insisted on trying. Softly, he kept his purr in hoping to keep soothing her.

It was easily put together that he was going to have to out last her and her claws. If she slept once more, he would have to take care of them.

"Oh, Nikita. I am so sorry." Riot spoke softly, pausing his purr for only such a moment.

Closing his eyes, the Tahtil begain to wonder if he truly was going to ever get his friend back. His thick brown tail, moved around his form. His massive body only relaxed it's pin, every so little as he felt her own struggle wean.  

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The more Nikita tried to struggle out of the hold, the less she seemed to move. By now her dark growls had mellowed out into slight hisses hidden within deep breaths. Even her claws lost their purchase in Riot's flesh. Her frame twitched and jerked from side to side, this time in slower movements that were timed much further apart from each other.

Her mouth opened to allow her tongue to flop out as she begun to pant, sputtering a bit of the foamy blood to the dirt before her. Even her eyes stared forward past the trees, as if she were looking completely past the forest. Once very narrow pupils begun to dilate as her mind begun to cling to the deep purring rumbling above her.

Not... just yet...

Her trembling body twitched again. A 'choking' hiss sound sputtered from her parted maw. Not that she was being choked, her frame was just so warn it it did not wish to make such noises.

Finally, Nikita's heart, though still racing in tune with her heavy panting, begun to slow just a little.  

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Riot waited as Nikita struggling lessened more and more. He was happy to end this fight with out too much incident. A few other Balam he had encountered, has suffered a far worse fate when they invited fighting him....

He didn't want to hurt Nikita though, even if it left him bleeding all the more for it.

As All of Nikita's vigor sputtered from her, Riot slowly, -vary slowly- started to lessen his lay and more off to the side. His neck still craned and rested on top of her firmly, steadily putting away...

Easy...does it.  

[GunSniper]

As Riot begun to shift his weight from holding Nikita in a heavy pin, Nikita gave a slight twitch as if she were ready to spring from his hold with the new slack given. Thankfully the motion did not make it past the muscle twitch. Her eyes continued to stare forward absently. Foam sputtered from her blood drenched maw only a moment more, until her head slowly tilted to the side and her nose hand finally unwrinkled.

In her mind she was still fighting back, her frame was still as tense as a stone and twitching from her stubbornness to give up.

It would have been nice to be fully clear on what was going through her mind at the moment. However, she didn't have a solid-clear thought to grasp herself. The world around her had become muddled with only the constant rumbling of the earth to offer any form of stability. As if the world were trying to bring her to a stand still. Was the earth with Cain as well? Cain wasn't the earth though. He was shadows, deceit. They hated the earth.

By now her panting had nearly completely calmed down to slow deep breaths. Her limbs felt raw and her chest very tight. Never before had she been in such a state, and never had she thought to expel her energy so quickly. Normally she was good at dexterity, and preserving all her energy to out last anyone.

A soft hiss sputtered from Nikita's maw, her nose wrinkled back in a brief snarl, as she felt Riot's neck upon her own. Her muscles twitched, but she had no more strength to spring up and counter attack at the moment. All of her claws remained unsheathed and her paws trembled, but at this point it would seem more of an involuntary twitch than intent to strike.  

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As Nikita started to calm, Riot still did his best to calm her with a steady earth rattling purr. Taking in a breath, Riot quitely sighed.

" paws chase after the day..." The Earth kin started to softly sing. It was a song he had heard from a brown windtriber. One, had had meet on a few several occasions. Strangly, it was always in a different place, Talltale knew of his journal and was just as surprised to see Riot as he was him.

" and races well into the night...." Riot softly contuined, it was a slow almost mournful in its gentle tune. It was a melody as if it was song to make a effort to encourage the venture onward to his goal.

The wind tribers seemed to have a way with...music, and nice sounds to the ears. Riot found he liked the song, it was peaceful and resound. It was just nice to listen too, even in his gruff-upbeat voice.

"The souls calls after another, that can face any plight..." Riot contuined, his left paw that was around and next to Nikita started to grip. Mindlessly kneeding the ground. Closing his eyes, he was truly saddened had had made Nikita this rabid. He truly hoped she wouldn't be too hard on herself...it was his fault after all. She wouldn't want him to ever followe her again, let alone come with him.

"A longing that's fueled by a hope that can make one sing..." The magus drifted off as the rest of the words of his song, escaped his memory as did the relization that the song was actually inspired by his journey to find Nikita. Talltale had been so inspired, he took the news back to His Mentor, and they came up with a song.

"...Or inspire words, that spuns wonders and dreams." Riot added a bit more of what he could remember, a soft sigh left him as he settled in a him. His large tail, swept and curled beside both him and his friend.  

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Nikita's eyes continued to stare into the void before them. However, her ear flicked backward as Riot begun his song. What was that tune? It wasn't anything she had heard before, certainly not from Morning Star's group. Nothing like this could have come from there.

Maybe it was another trick?

A winded hiss passed her maw before her frame begun to quiver and her fur begun to bristle. Or, as much bristling as she could manage.

Why was it so hard to move? Her limbs felt as if they were tied to anchors and her eyes felt as if they were on fire. In addition, her mouth was dry, incredibly so. Why was the world sideways?

Nikita's lip and nose twitched again to a subtle growl. Her paw slid forward half an inch before falling limp again. Was it a good time to sleep? She wasn't sleeping.. where did Cain go? There was blood in the air, she could still smell the blood crusted on her claws and nose with some clarity. Perhaps Cain was dead...