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

[GunSniper]

Nikita opened her mouth just slightly to inquire where they were, or if what was going on now was a dream. However, as he reached down with his nose and begun to nuzzle her the words feel from her maw. Sleepyhead? Riot sounded like Riot. It had to have been him. He seemed alright. Himself even.

With another deep breath she closed her eyes.

Her forehead pressed against his as he continued to comfort her with such gentle motion. Carefully her claws retreated back into place and her breaths evened out. However, she was just as quick to pull back. Her chin lightly meet with her chest.

Once again her eyes opened and looked to the side. It was impossible to look fully away from him. He encompassed most of her view. Still, she could not meet her eyes with his own kind ones. Despite looking away, she had caught a glimpse of them, they were his eyes. For sure, they were his.

As she looked away her belly protested the silence and complete lack of food. Her jaw tightened.

"... I barred my teeth at you again... didn't I?" She forced the words sheepishly. Obviously it wasn't affective, but it still happened.  

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Riot's purr kicked up happily, as Nikita returned to affectionate guesture. She was nuzzling him back as she pressed her head back against his. A content smile, rested on his maw.

As Nikita pulled away, Riot's smile failed just a little. Awe....

His large body released a sigh to her quart. Shifting his paw he picked it up to carefully place it on Nikita's jaw. Kindly, he turned her sight to look at him. He wanted to see those Crimson eyes of hers

"...Yes, you did." Riot honestly, he wasn't going to lie to her. "But, I pulled it out of you." He told her, wanting her to know he was the one that pulled the trigger that caused her to attack him.

Eyes moved from her own, down to her stomach as it annouced her hunger. It caused him to chuckle, he was hungry too...but.

"Here, we still have some of that fish you caught." Riot spoke, and just as he did the bundle floated closer to Nikita, so she could eat.  

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Riot's paw would meet with some resistance as he tried to turn NIkita's head toward him. She allowed her eyes to linker very briefly upon his before looking away again. It was as if the longer she looked at him, the more she remembered, and the more she was reminded of her own mistakes. She gave up on them, that above all plagued her heart and mind.

Riot didn't look hurt or scarred. At least he made it without any injuries. That she knew of. He seemed to be fine. She felt, on the other hand, that she had been tossed around. Not that she had been, but her body felt as if she had been hit by a tree several times before being caught under a rock (not that he had pinned her too hard, the energy expelled during her berserk mode strained every bit of her being).

"... and what will you eat?" Nikita inquired softly, her eyes flickered back to look at him for a second before looking away again.

Surely he had to be hungry. By the look of it, Riot had to have needed more than twice the amount of food to keep up with himself than she did. Besides, he had no time to eat anything, she had bits of a rabbit. She was also used to not eating much to keep her slender appearance. Morning Star's group didn't starve her, but she herself would not allow herself to have more that was needed. Just enough to keep energy and a clear head. She could go without food for a while if need be.  

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As Nikita's maw fought his paw, Riot let her fur slip past his hold. Releasing a sigh, he dropped his head and shook it a little. At least she looked at him a little bit. He didn't force her to keep looking at him, though he really wanted to remain lost in her gaze.

...

"We'll share." Riot answered with a smile, "There is almost a whole fish, there." He chuckled, after all he didn't eat vary much the night before...he couldn't.

Taking in a slow breath, he nodded his head to the fish.

"Go on, eat. You have to be tired, and you need the Engery, my dear." The magus told her, just as he she-he could go a long time with out eating as well. He after all was use to traveling and relying on seeds at a time...

He wanted to feed her, and sacrifices are five for those one...for those..one...loved.  

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Nikita's gaze shifted over to the fish that Riot had offered her, and that she had caught the other night. It really was a fat fish. Once again her jaw tightened. No, she didn't want to accept the fish, however, she also did not feel she could not accept the fish.

Her crimson gaze shifted to Riot briefly, though a lot longer than the past two times she dare adventure to look at him.

Alright.

As soon as her gaze drifted away from Riot it turned toward the fish. Carefully she leaned over and begun to take small nibbles. Every inch of her frame tensed as she begun to take her portion of the fish. This rock-hard tense frame leaned slightly over the fish, as if expecting something to come and take it away. Once more her claws unsheathed enough to give warning, or be used at the drop of a pin.

She didn't mean to become so bristled, it was just how she was used to going about a meal. At very least, she did not move fully away from Riot. Only enough to lean forward and take part of the meal. Some might call that an improvement.  

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As Nikita looked at him him for a second time, Riot's brow raised as he looked back at her. His azure eyes, remained peacefully fixed on her own.

When she looked away, Riot slowly pulled his paw from around her as he felt her body tense once more. Tucking it under himself, he didn't move from their closeness, but he let her have her room while she ate. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable as she ate.

Pulling his head back, Riot watched as Nikita ate the fish timidly. He waited, and would let her have all of it if she wanted.

"I would let you have all of it, If you so choose Nikita." Riot let her know, just like he would let her have all of him if she wanted him.  

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Nikita's timid composure continued as she picked away small bits of the fat fish. She had hardly noticed Riot's arm had been removed from her. Even so, her ears swiveled back in his direction as that was the only direction immediate sound was coming from.

The quick-nibbling pace continued until she heard Riot speak again. This time about having all of the fish.

She swallowed the last bit past her dry throat (though not as dry as moments before) than glanced down at the fish, than side glanced what she could see of Riot's frame. Did she want all of the fish? It was than she caught sight of her claws barring down on the earth. Quickly she retracted them again.

"...I am done. Please, eat. " She spoke as she leaned away from the fish and unintentionally against Riot again.

Her head lowered a little so her chin could rest on her forearm while her eyes continued to focus forward and down her arm.  

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Even as, Riot offered her all the fish his traitorous stomach groaned as if to mourn loosing the meal. His ears swivled back, stupid stomach. Eyes still watched Nikita as she claimed she was done.

"Alright, alright." Riot gently hushed, as if to quell Nikita's worries as well as his own stomach's.

Leaning over Nikita, Riot's maw reached for the fish. His paw shifted to hold the hunk of meat, so his white teeth could pull the meat apart and eat the meal. Riot mindlessly started to purr as he took to the meal, and relished the closeness of Nikita being against him. He was vary careful to make sure he didn't do anything that might cause her to pull aways. Even if ment akwardly eating...it was a small price to pay. Hopefully, it wasn't too noticed.

They would have, to get more to eat. he wanted Nikita to be at full strength...  

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Nikita hardly noticed the movements Riot had to make in order to partake in his portion of the meal. Her eyes remained forward. She did, however, flinch (or twitch rather) to the sudden rumbling within the mountain's hollow and probably very empty chamber. Both ears swiveled back before her frame settled again.

She didn't doubt that they would likely have to hunt more for his own sake. Food was not much on her mind at the moment. What fraction she had felt fine at the moment. Her limbs were bugging her more than her belly in any case. They still felt as if they had been pulled and tied to stones.

Once more, Nikita glanced up at Riot while she waited for him to finish up the fish. Her ears remained docked back as she did. Perhaps she could try to get another fish? or hunt... something told her she woud not be very effective in hunting anything at the moment. At least, nothing too fast. Even the thought of swimming was a bit too much. If need be, she would, it just wasn't pleasant to think about right now.  

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As the fish was comming to a end, Riot snagged that last little bit and with a toss of his head he threw the chunk in the air. Snatching it, he swallowed the hunk. Releasing a breath, the Tahtill licked at his maw. Looking down, he made sure that nothing was losses.

Well, that was a nice snack....

Shifting a paw on the ground, Riot's head turned back to look at Nikita. His brow raised curiously as she docked her ears at him.

What?

They would find more food, it was everywhere after all.

"You alright?" Riot thought to ask, though he knew she vary well wasn't...it was, hopefully a good conversation starter.  

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Nikita wasn't sure how to respond to Riot's inquiry. Though, almost as if pulled by strings created by his words, her ears perked forward a moment before swiveling back. She had been watching him since the last chunk of the fish had vanished and only now realized that she had been looking at him with her ears docked back as they had been. It wasn't intentional.

First her eyes trailed to the side, than her head followed suit to look away. Still, she remained where she was and did not attempt to move her body away.

Now, how to answer? No she wasn't alright. She felt tired, worn, emotionally raw. The negativity could go on for a while. Not to mention her mouth and throat were irritatingly dry. Yet she didn't feel she could speak up about any of it. None of her complaints were justifiable to him. Especially not after what happened.

Her tail moved to curl around her hind quarters, very slowly as if it were tied to a stone.

"... I am." Nikita finally answered with a taken breath.

It was the best she could come up with. No, she was not alright, but it was worded as if it could be a proper answer instead of an unfinished thought. She wasn't intentionally being misleading, she just could not figure out how to answer.  

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Riot's own ears swivled back as he watched Nikita's countance and shift, even as tired as she was. His tail rose and flicked, she did really wear herself out, aside from getting headbutted and his arm clawed deeply, he was fine. Hungry, but he was okay...

'I am...'

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Riot then asked, knowing that she wasn't alright. He however just didn't know what to do, he couldn't say or do anything that she didn't allow him to do.

He wasn't going to call her a lier, or was he going to stress her any more. He did however want to help her.

"Or Get you?" The B'alam added, "do you want more food, water perhaps?" The Tahtill listed off a few things she might need.  

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Nikita's head slowly swayed from side to side. It didn't feel right to ask Riot to get her anything right now. Of everything she had done to him so far since being reunited IN ADDITION to giving up on them as a cub, she did not deserve to be cared on. Despite the tugging feeling in her heart that he was truely trying. At least he was not yellng at her.

The thought caused her to flinch from shoulders to midback. All the fur along her ridge bristled a bit to the thought. Even her lips tightened. It was not a pleasant thought. Her mind was still having a difficult time grasping that it was Riot and not Cain that had boldly confronted her hours ago. The memory switch between the truth and what lie her enraged self had come up with at the time. It left her head in an ache if she dwelled on it too long.

"... No... but you should go hunt more food for yourself." Nikita responded with her attention half on her toes and half on what she could see of his fur next to her limbs.

Her tail uncurled and returned to the ground next to her leg. Riot was being kind, he was being gentle. Why was it so hard to open up emotionally to him now? It felt near impossible to break down the wall of shame preventing such a thing from happening.  

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Riot released a slow sigh, as he looked back to Nikita while she shook her head at him.

"Well, while you study your toes I am going to find you something anyways." Riot pulled himself to a stand. His arm had been mindfully cleaned and groomed as she slept, so that was taken care of.

Looking up to the trees, his tail swayed. They had some light still left, hmm.

"You will wait for me, won't you?" Riot was keen to ask as his head turned back to look at Nikita; wanting to trust she would, but there was still a fear that she just may run off with out him. How could it not be, after all she had tried already once....

He didn't want her too, but it would sadly be her choice, and his jounry would start all over again. He would still do it too. It was one thing, if she told him she didn't want to ever see his pink nose anymore-but she had told him she didn't want to be alone...

Perhaps, he could carry her with him...hmm it might be a little hard to hunt if that was the case.  

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As Riot shifted and begun to rise to his feet, Nikita at first unintentionally leaned toward him as if it would hold him in place. The movement was subtle but noticeable if one were paying attention to it. Her head lowered before she glanced upward toward Riot's chin.

Study her toes?

Lost in thought and about the only thing she could bare to look at for too long. She also couldn't help but think of what she had been using her claws on and how viciously she had donw so.

At his next inquiry she lowered her chin back to her forearm and drew in a soft breath. Her frame begun to curl tighter around herself. Would she be here?

"... I will, yes." Nikita answered in a deflated tone to match her current deflated appearence.

Her eyes closed while her ears swieveled backward. She doubted she could get very far in any case without him being close behind. There was still a lack of energy to make a 'quick escape'. Though part of her wished to run, she figurd that was more of the part that was too shamed to even glance at Riot for more than a mere moment. Really, she did not want to be alone...