[FIN] I thought I lost you....( Riot x Nikita x Bob )

[GunSniper]

(Nikita, Cain)
Nikita wrapped her arms around her 'mentor' ( she would never truely consider him that) and tried with all her strength to get him to the ground. Her claws scratched wildly at Cain's flesh, aiming to tear at his wings.

However, the effort from her former attack was starting to catch up to her. She had little hope of keeping a grip.

The world became blur. Hopefully Cain had not found his nightly meal, he was never as stong after a whole day... without...

Nikita released a roar as she felt her muscles suddenly begun to relax. Her neck was rappidly becoming numb. Of course it was too much to hope for. She was already Cain's blood-giver since she had passed cub hood. Though it had caused her to grow up healthy with the constant fresh supply of blood, it was not going to help her now. She could feel her energy rappidly leaving her body...

Still she tried to claw at Cain and force him to let go. No use.

Despite the feeble flailing from Nikita, Cain managed to keep his hold on her neck. With sheer force he managed to send her to the sand and hold her in a heavy pin, uncaring if any bone should strain as he placed most of his weight upon her. His wings flared out while claws unsheathed and dug into Nikita's flesh.

Foolish girl. Had they not trained her well enough?

It would be a shame to loose this one. She had shown so much promise and power. Morning Star should at least display her pelt proudly. There are other fire-tribesman. More that would be more capable.

Cain tightened his jaw as he recieved a kick to the gut, claw and all. It was a mere scratch and an annoyance. Still, impressive that she still managed to move around so much. Such a waste of spirit.  

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As if picked up from the heavens, Riot's quaking body rose to all fours. A demon's scent filled his nostrils. Maw pulled back revealing a bloody but ferious set of teeth. He knew that scent, it haunted him in his sleep and woke him now.

His blurred gaze prayed it's self open, to see the the familiar dark shadow that loomed over Nikita's body. His passed out state and seemingly the weaver himself wouldn't let a opportunity such as this be missed.

A growl shuttered trough the air, and before he could even thing to do so. Riot charged after Cain. The monster that separated them, there would be no words-only death. One of them would die.

Sand kicked up behind him as if a tornado rushed toward the dark beast. Ridge and tail puffed. The Earth it's self seemed to quake with an anger, that the world had yet to know.

Maw parted as he leapt at the creature, claws poised to tare Cain to shreds. He wasn't going to take Nikita again.

He wasn't a cub, and Now, even if it was the last thing he was going to do, he wasn't going to let Cain get away.  

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Cain's well tuned ears swiveled to the sudden burst of noise coming from the former sleeping mountain. Deep pink eyes looked up from his pray to see the deathly gaze of said mountain coming toward him. Inwardly surprise gripped at his chest. He had never before seen a being so large before. It was as if the earth itself obeyed the mountain's command.

Outwardly he was resolved to show no emotion. His eyes flashed as he adjusted his paw s to be over Nikitan's neck, claws out and threatening to tear her throat out. His maw poised to do the same.

"Come any closer, and she will die as well." Cain spoke boldly, knowing full well he would loose his own life as well, but he would take her's as a last act of spite.

He recognized that face, those eyes. The question was, how? How did he survive? How did this runt- this is why we double check our homicide victims!

His mouth closed around her windpipe causing the b'alam in his grasp to gurgle in breath. Cain's paw also stepped downward preventing more airflow and slowly choaking his victim. Whom, despite being in such a position, was still trying to fight Cain off. Even if it now looked like sad muscle-twicthing.  

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Riot's charge halted, with a hop he landed paws in the sand. Eyes widened slight in his glare, as he felt the warmth of his heart beat In his chest. His head still throbbed, but it wasn't even noted as all his focus was on the demon and the clinch he had on Nikita.

Larger paws gripped at the ground, his breathing he tried to calm though his bloodied nostrils.

"Release her. Fly away without her." Riot commanded, his throat rattled with a suppressed growl. "...and I will let you live." The Tahtil, seethed hearing and knowing Cain's chosen words. He hated letting him go, he deserved death-but not at the cost of Nikita.

No snark came from the Balam, he was to focused and serious. His body ridged, he was determined to not let his fatigue show though the blood that decorated him and his fur.  

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Unfortuneatley there was no other option for Cain to take. There was something about this 'runt' that radiated power, something even Cain knew he could not trifle with. Not now. And even more unfortunate that he should have to give up this traitor so easily. Morning Star needed to know about this.

Without a word, Cain dropped his pray completely before taking his leave. His wings stretched to full length before he used a nearby dune to launch himself back into the sky.

Morning Star would not be pleased... Cain knew he deserved punishment and would carry it out at his lord's command. But his, this fool's starnge aura, power, spirit... It was something he had never sene before. They would have to deal with this, take the life that was now owed to the order. Later... now was not the time. Cain could not die just yet, unless his lord willed it.

By the time Cain finally released NIkita, her struggling was merely a claw twitch and a distant angry glare. She deserved what she had gotten, she disobeyed her master... but she couldn't obey anymore. Something told her that she couldn't. Something she had burried deep within her mind. What she thought was lost, was not so. At least, not fully.

"Ry..." Nikita mumbled her thoughts alowed.

Any solid thought was hard to gain grounds through this fog Cain had brought upon her. Jerk, drunk too much this time. Morning star was going to scold him again. He was told not to take too much blood... why would be take... so ... much... blood? She'd get him back.

Nikita's eyes begun to flicker as her mind begun to sink into a slumber. The world around was now a sandy blur. Sandy-pink-rocked blur... what? Pink... Riot would be so happy to see she found the pink rocks. Bum was probably sleeping still...  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

The Staring contest, with the winged beast remained focused on Him till the shadow disappeared into the night. Releasing a breath, Riot felt his paws quake from under him, toes gripped the earth.

Taking a deep breath, Riot picked up a paw and another till he was closer to Nikita. Pausing to a name she had called him, his ears flicked back. Haulting in raised step, a smile rested on his maw.

Hope. There was hope, she remembered him...

Tired maw gently nudged her, before draping a lick on her check. He would have nudged her with his head-but that wasn't a good idea at the moment.

Turning his head after the Lick, Riot lowered himself into the sands and using invisible 'paws' helped moved her on to his back.

With a deep breath, Riot slowly-but steadily rose. His arms and paws trembled from under him.

He didn't know what had come over him to wake him, but he needed to use the engry as long as he had it.....

They needed to move Incase the winged beast came back, and he would walk till his paws gave out or they found somewhere to rest.  

[GunSniper]

Nikikta remained motionless as Riot heaved her upon his back and begun to walk. She grunted a little to his care, but made no more movements past a gentle mumble. At least this time she didn't try to bite him.

Her mind could not comprehend anything of the sort, or anything at all right now. All of her memories skipped back and forth, in and out of times. The fog within her thoughts prevented any sort of clarity.

At times her eyes cracked open to see the lands passing by slowly, but they were quicky to close and resume watching the darkness from behind her eyelids. She had no idea where they were going, nor did she care. It was a bit hard to care about something you had no grasp of.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Suddenly steps turned into a pounding jog as he scaled the increasing dunes. Paws dug deeper in the sands as he recalled the familure yet constantly shifting sands. Thoughts kept Nikita fixed comfortable on his back. It was like splitting his concentration, but he could keep it. Just a little bit further.

Riot hadn't relized just how close the sands where to the fire lands, no wonder Nikita and him had quite literally ran into each other.

He had a feeling that the Dark kin had watched him, so he needed to find shelter-but nothing permanent.

And they where almost...

There!

Just pass a shifting dune, Riot's gaze caught the sight of a familure Custer of rocks.

Pace quickened and approaching the cub cave, he relized just how small it was. Funny, how it looked so much bigger as a cub.

Hopping over the mound, Riot carefully set Nikita aside. Inspecting the little cave, paws quickly dugged out a larger tench in the rocks. Wide enough, for him to put Nikta in the cave. Riot, could rest outside in the sands. He was fine with that...he just wanted to rest, and that way. No one could come out or go confused in with out getting though him.

Gently Riot, shifted his maw to carefully pull at Nikita's frame. Kindly he worked to rest her in the cave. Squeezing out of the cave, Riot flopped infront of the entrance.

Okay.

Releasing a breath, Riot finally allowed himself to relax.

And rest. Picking his head up, Riot turned his to the cave, ear flicked back. Checking.  

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Nikita quietly groaned as the world finally came to. It was dark, but not in an unpleasant way. The area was comforting. But where was she? It was so familair, this was a good place.

Her head lifted a little, just enough to have her horns bump against a rocky surface. Okay, it was a small space.

There was some light past the massive boulder near the entrance. Her nostrils flared to a sudden breeze of wind coming from the mouth of the cave. That was soothing. Silly how a mere rock could stir up such emotions.

With a sigh she looked back to the walls. She knew this place. Yes! When she was a cub and she had first... meet... Riot. Her lips thinned to the thought. Now what would lead her to wake up in such a place. Funny, it seemed so massive as a cub... now it was barely enough room for her.

Her eyes drifted downward to the sands while she begun to loose herself in thought. Never mind anymore how she had gotten to this place. It should have seemed stranger than it was. Perhaps the Grand Weaver grought her here and away from Cain. Was he really that bad? Or was this punishment?

Bob would have known... Riot woud have come up with something. It was a good thing they were gone, so they couldn't see what she had become. They ould have been so disapointed...

"I'm sorry Ry..." Nikita breathed as she lowered her chin to the ground, eyes continued to watch the sand and the soild boulder blocking the only exit.

Alright Weaver, you win.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

Hearing the faint 'thunk' from behind him, Riot's head shifted. Ugh, his whole body ached. Ear flicked back to the sound of muffled words. The bolder shifted on the outside.

"You're just upset you're grounded..." Riot stated, grunting he shifted. It had been several hours later, since he last moved. His head ached and thrubbed still.

Picking up his paws, Riot slowly raised. Woozily turning himself he popped his head in the cave.

"You're not gonna run off are you?" The Adult asked softly, blue eyes peered into the dark.  

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Nikita was ready to close her eyes when the large boulder begun to move. What he? Had the weaver heard her conceat?

Her head lifted as her crimson eyes widened to the light pouring into the cave. Than, as if a whirlwhind had overtaken the entire cave, Nikita jumped against the back wall to the gentle words of the large boulder. Every inch of her frame slammed against what little room the walls have given, causing some pebbles to loose from th ceiling. Her curious eyes turned wide with surprise, wide enough to match the incredable puff of her fur. All of her toes spread wide whle her claws unsheathed. Instictively her upperlip curled into a snarl, a confused snarl....

The bolder had a face! The bolder had pink fur!

Her chest heaved rappidly with her deep startled breaths. Run? What? where? She was dead? Riot? No, nono, he died. She died. Cain had killed her. Now hr pelt was going to be worn and suckled on by that lunatic...

She swallowed hard as she glared back into the eyes of the mounbtain. Was he saying words? What?  

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As Nikita shifted, Riot braced himself. All he saw was a puff of white, and the snarl of anger once more.

Riot's body ducked down slightly as he felt the cave shudder. His own tail puffed in surprise and his paws gripped the ground.

"Easy! Easy!" Riot repeated quickly.

"It's me!" The grown Balam let out, rather loudly in all the excitement. "It's me, Riot." Riot softened and slowed his words.

"It's, Ry-Ry..." The Tahtill lowered his top half and started to crawl into the cave, as if to help let her see his face.  

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Nikita continued to breath heavily in dibelief, her eyes as wide and bright as the sun. Was this a dream? Or some form of punishment in the form of an illusion.

Her head shook from side to side.

"Ry... Ry was torn appart." Nikita gasped, her frame trembling. "I saw it... I saw them both die."

Claws bore into the ground while she attempted to back further against the wall of teh cave. Was he seriously trying to get in here? Herro no, he couldn't fit. Her tail curled around her feet to make herself as compact as possible.

A soft glaze begun to overtake her cromson eyes. It was so long ago, a memory she did not wish to revist, but often did with what little sleep she managed to get before. She did not want to re-visit it again now.  

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

"You're right, I do look pretty good now." Riot playfully spoke, thankful that the danger had passed. "Well, not right now...but." The b'alam shook his head, the. Winced at the reminder of his head..

"No, you didn't." Riot breathed out, his maw parted in a smile as he almost laughed, only out of the sheer happiness that she was speaking to him. Not to mention how delightful her voice was. "You where hiding behind the waterfall I hid you behind."

"That -thing- from last night attacked Bob, and then came after us." Riot stated to the shocked b'alam.

That didn't mater now, well it did-but not then.

How could he prove it was him...

Laying more in the sand, he released a breath. His ear flicked as he thought of something.

"Here, look I have something for you." The adult spoke, and turning his head the blue cloth around his neck. Which was a wonder that it stayed fastened to him after their scuffle.

Tugging the cloth free, with unseen paws a ruby almost-pink shinny rock tumbled in the cave and closer to The puffed Nikita.  

[GunSniper]

Nikita's upper-lip begun to relax along with the rest of her puffed frame. Slowly she stopped pressing more against the wall and lowering herself further to the ground. Yes, she was behind the waterfall, but Cain pulled her out and as they flew she saw the remains, right?

"When Cain took me, I saw your mangled body next to Bob's..." Nikita admitted slowly, still convinced this was more of an illusion. "I could smell the blood."

Wait... that -thing- attacked-

She drew in a deep breath, which halted in her throat to the sight of the ruby. A pink rock? They did exsist?! Even when in the company of her new 'caregivers' she looked when she could. She never found one, but never stopped looking. Just to have smething. A lot of her toughts amd memories were transformed into anger, but the thought of possibly finding such a rock was what gave her hope, even if it was a meager speck of it.

"..." Her jaw unfastened a little as she looked into the precious gem.

Despite wishing to move, she couldn't will any of her muscles to work. Just, stare at the shining gift before her.