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

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when Nikita sputtered her last Hiss, Riot's head rose. Turning, he looked down at the deflated Nahtill. She seemed too tired and worn to move, as her paws reached futilely. Riot's large paw shifted, from around Nikita. With a flich, the mountain rose from the dimming ember. Sitting up, Riot's eyes closed to the movement as he was reminded of the tares in his skin. They became more apparent as the heat of battle fell off of him...

Releasing a held breath, Riot's maw relaxed from it's pained state that had clinched on his face from the movement. Ears remind docked, as his pink tuffed chin pressed against his fuzzed chest. Looking at Nikita, another sigh escaped him. His tail shifted and replaced it's self around his body and paws

When she 'woke', he knew she would only hate herself,...but he started it.

Maybe if..

Not helping him, Riot's body lowered back to the earth. Timidly, a paw slowly stretched out to Nikita's maw, like a kitten he pawed at the air and vary gently touched and almost batted at her whiskers. Rolling in his side, his head layed on the ground as he tried to get a better look at her face. Which in turn caused his tummy to expose it's self to the side. His tail rose in a tick.  

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Even as Riot came to paw toward her whiskers delicately, Nikita's focus remained forward. If one could call it focus. Now dulled and dimmed crimson eyes gazed lifelessly forward. Despite Riot's sudden flop in front of her, her gaze remained unchanged as if the scenery before her had not changed either.

Her muzzle remained partially buried in the puddle of her foamy-bloody saliva. Even after the slight hiss a moment ago her maw remained partially open. Thankfully her mind was too gone to fatigue to realize her tongue was also slightly buried in this muddy-foamy-bloody soaked mud.

At least her body had finally given into the desire to rest. Her panting had now fully given way to slow and shaken breath. Each one silent to live up to her silent 'ghost' nickname.

Very slowly her claws retracted back to her paws while her frame seemed to fully deflate into the restful state. Every other breath her limbs and chest quivered to.
 

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As the prodding didn't work, Riot's paw moved Infront of her gaze. He waved it back and forth infront if her sight.

"Nikita." Rumbled from Riot. His tail roses and flopped to the ground once more. Well this was frustrating, in a 'I dont know what to do kind of way.'

Apart of him wished Bob was there, he would know what to do...

Setting his paw down, Riot had no longer had her pinned, but she was spent when it came to engery.

Releasing a heavy breath, riot's tail rose and flicked. Taking his eyes off of the Nahtill, his head to the canopy of trees, checking for the light and any hint of how much time had passed. She was going to need to rest and he would wait For her...  

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Nikita's eyes continued to look past anything placed in front of her gaze, even Riot's waving paw. Her mind wasn't sure what to register. Her nose was cold, throat was dryer, and suddenly there was another voice among the rattling of the earth.

'Nikita' is what it said. She knew that name, it was her name. But who's voice was it? She knew that voice, it was familiar but so different. It was as if the earth was given a similar voice to a childhood friend. This one was deeper... who did it remind her of again?

"Ry... ry..." Nikita gasped softly between deep breaths.

Her eyelids lowered a little, while she dew in a deep breath.

".....ry...." She repeated absently.
 

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Riot's ears ears bounced as he heard his name leave Nikita, in a strange kind of 'are you the key master kind of way.'

Losing his paw to the ground, Riot inched closer using his fore paws to pull him to her. Stretching out his neck, he proceeded to clean up her maw and face vary carefully. Just Incase she did snap at him once more. A gentle purr started to rattle from the the Tahtill once more...

She needed to have have a clean maw, and it was hard to do by ones self. Also it was a good way, to say-look I am here.

"yea, Kita?" Riot spoke pausing in his affectionate grooming, as he pulled back his own head to lick his maw. Blood and foam...wasn't as frothy as one would think. The matalical tasted, wasn't really noticed as it was really dried up with earth...  

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Nikita's upper lip curled while her nose scrunched to the sudden sensation of sand rubbing delicately against her nose. It was more so because it was unexpected. Like floating through space, nothingness, and suddenly being hit with a rock. It was startling, but her body was too worn to do anything 'proper' about it. She lacked the strength to n** at the source.

When the sensation stopped and that familiar sound came again, she looked more toward the noise, as if some light had formed in that dark void she had been staring at.

Was that Riot? Had Cain killed her too? They had to have been if Riot was here. Was this really what happened when one was killed? Well, it wasn't so bad than. Now she would get to be with her deceased friends again. And she could tell Riot what she had wanted to say for a very long time now...

"... I'm sorry..." Nikita whispered.

Her ears twitched forward and strained to listen for that familiar sound again. What was said hard to understand, but the tone was mostly recognizable. Still her mind was having a hard time grasping onto any clear idea. Part of her remembered what happened, where she had woken up, what she had done the other day, but another part was so muddled in fog it left her utterly confused.  

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Riot's head tilted as Nikita's whisper crept into his ear. She was sorry? Well, she did Attack him, but only after -he- insisted like a bully.

"You did nothing, I didn't push you to." Riot told her, leaning his head closer he contuined to carefully clean and groom her face. Closing his eyes, he was releaved she was now talking to him and not trying to kill him.

"But I accept." The Tahtill told her for her santity sake, as he paused in his grooming. A deep gentle purr started after each lick and paused at each stroke, and repeated as he worked.

Dark brown ears remained lowered back, as his head bobbed and he dutifully-just as she cleaned her fur.

"Are you hungry?" The mountain rumbled as the grooming settled, and he was satisfied, with the 'job'. Taking his head back, his gaze rested on her. She no longer looked like a crazed Nahtil...but she still vary much looked like his Nikita.

A vary worn Nikita he sat on the whole time she was enraged...  

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What was going on? Nikita could hear the tone of the earth and caught a "you" every now and than, but all the other words were all muddled and nothing more than a very relaxing tone. All mixed with the loud rumbling from the earth...

"...no.... you..." Nikita groaned softly while her muzzle was being cleaned of the rabbits blood and dried bloody-foam.

Had she known that he was asking about food, she would have stated that she was very hungry. And had her adrenaline not been so high, her stomach would have been growling to confirm this hunger she had.

Her eyelids lightly closed as she drew in a deep breath. Each of her limbs were rapidly loosing their feeling, or maybe just her awareness of them. Her whole body felt as if it were floating among that void.  

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Riot's brow turned and concentrated as word barely escaped his friend. Releasing a breath, Riot lowed his head on the earth and looked to the drained Nahtill.

Well, Drat.

Picking up his head, Riot turned his thoughts to the twisted blue cloth that had fallen free in their scuffle. By scuffle, I mean Riot sitting on her after the headbutt...

Invisible paws lifted the morsle, Ruby and cloth. Moving it closer to him, Riot's body shifted around Nikita's carefully a paw helped scoot her closer to him. Snugged against her, Riot carefully laid his head down in the Earth next to his friend. His large Tree branch of a tail lifted and curled around the both of them.

It was at that moment, it dawned on him-how much bigger he really was compared to Nikita. He swore that wasn't the case when they first met...  

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As Riot curled his frame around Nikita remained as limp as a ragdoll. It was suddenly warmer. That was about all she could gauge what was going on at the moment. Her eyes flickered a bit to see Riot's blurred fur, but she could not really comprehend just what she was looking at. It wasn't long before her eyes fluttered shut again.

A soft and very subtle purr rattled her dry and weary throat. It seemed more involuntary given her current predicament.

Perhaps this was that cave in the desert. That one with the rocky, yet comfortable, floor. It was so big when they cubs... It was a good place to be. It was warm in there too.

It wasn't long before Nikita's mind was fully taken by her fatigue, and she drifted into a very deep (and silent) slumber.  

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As Nikita rested, Riot kept his attention on her as well as the surrounds. He knew they where not out of the woods yet, figuratively and literally.

Releasing a sigh, Riot kept up the harmonizing purr. His paw that rested in the dirt stretched and gripped it in a gentle kneed. He would have to make this whole ordeal up to Nikita...

Ears flicked and remained attentive, as eyes contsently shifted keeping watch. Tail tip slowly shifted in a smooth metronome motion.

Riot would wait, untill Nikita woke again once more.  

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Five long hours passed as if it were a mere blink of an eye. Slowly Nikita begun to stir from her rage-educed slumber with deeper breaths and a few flicks of her worn tail. It felt almost twice as heavy.

Her crimson eyes flickered open to see a mesh of sandish colors. Normally she slept so still. This time, however, she had managed to turn her head and completely bury her face in a mountain of sandy fur. It could have been the steady rumbling purr or thumping under all that fur that had subconsciously drawn her attention. In any case, here she was curled as tight and close as possible to the sense of warmth before her. Tight as if hiding away from something.

Her nostrils flared, her mind slowly begun to take hold of solid thought. Even if it was still slightly hazed and muddled. It was not as bad as when she had begun her slumber...

Her eyes shot open as her entire frame tensed. A breath held in her throat. Oh weaver... Oh weaver!! What had she done!?  

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Riot remained contently still as Nikita managed to press as close as possible against his purring frame. His arm remained comfortably around her, as his ears kept alert his eyes rested on what he could see of her body not hidden by his frame.

As she suddenly tensed, Riot's ears flicked back.

"Ah,-" Left Riot as he was just as surprised by her tense and alert state, his own body flinched in preparation of what maybe claws at any second. His own breath halted.

"Easy-easy." The B'alam quickly hushed with his carefree voice, which was only mildly strained. His tail shifted heavily on the ground.

"You're alright." He purred, really hoping she didn't bring out the claws once
More.  

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Words. Words were a good sign of life, so was purring and a heartbeat. Nikita's frame begun to quiver. Her claws were on the verge of emerging in her surprise, the tips peeked out and only lightly poked against Riot's fur.

Her mind scrambled to re-play the events leading up to where she was now. She couldn't follow Riot to see Bob, she was embarrassed and hurt, he was following, she mauled a rabbit, and than everything was red.

As the memories were being replayed for her, her ears slowly begun to docked backward. Cain kept coming to mind, however, something seemed of in that memory. She could smell blood when Cain was around. There was blood there, but... no, there were no shadows. Nikita could vaguely recall growling, a lot of growling. They were also not near Morning Star. Judging on what light she could see, they were still in the forest. Though, it was much later on in the day. The emerald green of the morning was starting to even out with the golden rays of the sun. The wind also was picking up and rattling the tops of the tops of the trees. A storm was rolling in...

Finally she released her held breath. She was alright?  

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Riot took in a slow deep breath, as Nikita's claws peaked at his fur. Slowly Riot's body relaxed as Nikita seemed to respond a little.

Tilting his head down, Riot gently nuzzled his maw kindly against her own alarmed face. A some amount of time had passed, but it was still daylight....

"Sleepyhead..." Riot purred nudging her head making light from what she woke from. She had to be hungry. The fish she had caught was near by, laying close by and resting neatly on the cloth beside them.

Closing his eyes, Riot's head carefully nuzzled Nikita's brow. He waited before he started with the sorrys, he wanted to see where she was at...