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

[GunSniper]

Nikita was quick to pick up the plea in Riot's voice. He was so quick to forgive her for trying to kill him just however long ago it was. The problem was that Nikita couldn't even forgive herself at the moment. Young cib Nikita would have easily bounced back from such an ordeal. But, now, she felt as if half of her life had been a life and used to only bend and break everything about who she was.

If only it could be so easy to go back to the way things were in an instant.

At first, Nikita flinched to the sudden paw contact. Crimson eyes glanced down to the massive paw that covered her own. She had to admit that it was an impressive sight. Though an odd jesture. Cain and Morning Star had ingrained a slight distain for touch within her. Or a slight fear of it?

Reguardless, she held her paw in place despite her frame tensing a bit, She puffed a heavy breath through her nostrils.

Where else was there to go? She was not going to go back to be slaughtered and she really did not want to leave Riot's company despite the guilt.

"... I will go with you.." Nikita agreed, not wanting to beat around the bush. Especially since the mountain beside her was about ready to tople over.

His eyes, though kind, looked so distant. Part of that could have been being promted to be short and to the point with any responce. Cain would always punish her for saying more than need be.  

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Riot's large paw tenderly gripped at her own as it wanted to flinch away. He didn't seem to notice it, but the guilt and pain was obvious in her eyes.

"You will!?" Riot's voice jumped with excitement. His paw pulled away, only to hop back, like a flash and quicker then a snap, he had a burst of engry. So much so and all at once he didn't know what to do with it, quickly he ran around in a circle as if to chase his tail.

"This is amazing!" Riot cheered, before hoping once more to a stop, he faced Nikita. As he landed the earth rumbled and groaned as if to warn, a rocky birth of stone.

No doubt he had started her once more, but he couldn't help it-he was just so excited-and he knew boucing on her was fair from a good idea. So circles and hoping would have to do. His forward half dropped down, while his hunches remained raised with his tail. It twisted excitedly, all his fur seem to puff with the electricity of excitement and happiness. Wild however still glassy eyes looked back to Nikita-ready for what she might do.

In that quick moment of joy, his fatigue and headache was forgotten as his pink mane only puffed forward more from it's flatten state.

To top it off...

Bum wiggled slightly.

"You're amazing!"  

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Nikita continued to look down at the large paw in her own paw. It was good to know that he was a live, it was exciting. She just could not express it through her own torment of half a life lived in a rageful lie. Not to mention that she was so determined to kill him. She saw her own claw marke upon his back briefly... but the sight and knowing lingered. She very well could have killed him the other day. It was within sights to do so-

Suddenly her deep unessisary thohughts were interrupted by Riot's gleeful voice and prance. The earth seemed to share in his inthusiasim... Her paw tightened around the ruby as she felt her legs begin to wobble to the earth's shaking.

HOW COULD HE NOT NOTICE THAT!?

Cromson eyes looked over to Riot as his butt was thrust into the air and swayed around. It was hard, impossible, not to crack a little smile. Even if it was for a -very- brief moment. He was still such a cub at heart.

"...You shook the earth again." Nikita pointed out softly as she turned more attanetion to him, her eyes slightly more visible past the long veil of her fur.  

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Feeling the earth shutter, Riot's gaze traveled downward. A paw partly lifted as if to peak under it. Like he might have stepped on something.

Okay, he felt and noticed it that time. Like A part of his own engery wake and moved the earth.

However, something else caught his attention and cause his tail to flick.

Riot's ears perked forward as he noticed the faint and small smile on Nikita's maw.

"Will look at that..." The Tahtil spoke as if he was pointing out that she was indeed right, and on his movements about the earth.

"You still have those preally whites." Riot smirked, knowing full well she had them the other day. Nice and sharp.

"Can I see them again....?" The Nahtil spoke with a little grin, straightening from his playful pose as he leaned more into her space once more.

Just another time, with out the snarl.


He was interested in why the earth moved with him, don't get him wrong-but that smile of hers had just been too distracting for the almost cub like adult.

Riot was just so excited, he found he couldn't help himself.  

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Riot's attitude was proving to be very contageious. Nikita still felt an overwhelming sense of guilt when she looked at him, and even more so when she was reminded her "pearly whites" had several times punctured his flesh. In fact the taste of blood was slightly still upon her tongue.

As he leaned in closer she pulled her head away, her brows furrowed to the sudden movement.

Really? You just moved the earth, LITTERALLY, and you are more interested in my pearly white death teeth? Typical Riot. He was still the cub she knew before. Though physically he had changed, his spirit was still personality-wise the same.

She drew in a deep breath, enough to puff her chest a bit before releasing it full force, through her nostrils, in Riot's personal-space invading face. Aimed more at his mowhawk and eyes. At this point, her reluctance to smile was playful stubborness. He had managed to infect her with a sort of playful mood, despite her state moments before.

"... I've already done so many times. It is your own fault for not paying attention." Nikita replied quietly. Her tone -still- reflected her internal hurt and guilt, but there was even so a hint of play within her words. It was obvious she was not being serious in her reply. Even more so as she released a long exaggerated 'fine' sigh.

This was immediately followed up by a quick "snarl" to flash her teeth to him. Her upper lip quickly retracted while her nose wrinkled breifly before returning to her former 'beaten' expression. Crimson eyes looked back upon his azure eyes to wait for his response.  

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Waiting for Nikita's answer, Riot watched with a wild Cub's intensity. Concentrated and waiting. Okay, so it was more the concussion with the excitement which was turning an awaken Balam into a complete doofus.

Riot released a chuckle as his eyes closed to the huff in his face, how she ruffled his Mohawk.

His tail swished around. He couldn't belive it, it was just so amazing. Nikita was there alive and well...well, mostly...broken and disheartened by guilt. But he could fix that.

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"Call me distracted." The magus answered to her tease, he smiled calmly. He would take that...he was alright with that.

Maw parted as he watched Nikita 'smile' at him.

"Vary...Nice."
He choked on what he halted from a laugh and turned his head. Running his tongue over his maw, and nose he relized just how bad he tasted. Iron, blood, dirt.

Which gave him an idea.

"Hey, Kita." The adult bounced back was with a question as he turned his head too look back at his friend.

"Do you still like to 'swim'?"  

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Nikita huffed to Riot's response. She expected something along the lines. Deep down she had half expected to be tackled over not giving him exactally what he wanted, a true smile. Instead she watched him turn his head and choke a laugh at her.

She noticed about the same time that his face was still crusted with dry blood and sand... and her own neck was the same from Cain's assault. Though, her blood blended better than his did. She already had a crimson tint to the tips of her fur.

With another long drawn-out, and again, playful sigh she reared slightly and wrapped an arm around his neck, for purchase. The ruby was still held in her other paw very carefully. Than, once she felt she was secure, she begun to dutifully, and slightly hesitantly, clean at the blood and dirt on his face.

"...Yes." She paused briefly to quietly answer his inquiry.

Perhaps that was part of the reason Morning Star wanted her. A fire-kin that enjoyed the water was not a normal thing. She had gotten over her instinctual fear early in cubhood and used swimming as a recreation. Even after being caught, it brought her some calm within the storm.  

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Riot didn't flinch as Nikika reached a paw around him, he dream of doing such a thing to a place like home.

Before NIkita even started to groom his face and fur, just like she would do when they where Cubs, a soft content purr rumbled from the Tahtil. Easily. What was more was how lulling it was to him just then. Shifting to his hunches, slowly Riot started to lean forward in to Nikita with each stroke.

"....*purr* we...*purrr* should....*purr*." The Adult hummed contently, his tail sweeping comfortably around himself.

"Go swimming...then." He sighed contently, a smile glued on his lips. He knew they couldn't stay, where they were.

Cain would no doubt be looking for them.  

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Nikita ignored Riot's puring and shifting as she worked on cleaning his face. It was a task, she had to focus and not become distrcted. Despite not being in her former living situation, she was still ingrained with a lot of the habbits she was taught. As a constant drip of water will eventually have a set path in the sands, she had a set path in her ways.

Though, as he leaned forward, she swat at his face. Claws were sheathed while she playfully did so.

Once the task was done she gave one more lick at his mowhawk to push it back in a messy fasion. With a huff she pressed ahainst his face with her paws, one awkwardly as she still clutched the ruby as best she could, than spring back to her feet.

"We should... " Nikita quietly agreed before turning her hand to the side than begun to playfully sputter as if she had a mouth full of dirt.

Her tail flicked once before it curled back into a "c". Her eyes remained mostly averted from Riot's.  

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Riot's maw opened In a groan as his maw was playfully swatted. At least their was no claws. His thoughts swam slightly.

"I wasn't trying anything." The adult spoke letting his eyes open. Only to get the last lick on his 'mane'. He gave a chuckle. ears docked slightly as he was pushed away. His body shifted like a punch balloon, easily he srightened.

Releasing a sigh, Riot pulled himself back to his paws.

"Thank you." Riot spoke, finding that his face was starting to itch and the affection, even if not ment for such was nice.

Watching her sputter, Riot gave a little smile. "I thought you liked the taste." The Tahti grinned, then changed the subject as he turned and started to walk. His head nodded the way, as paused and waited to see if she would follow.

"How are your feeling?" The grown b'alam asked more softly. Wanting to do anything to help her....  

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Nikita turned her head more toward Riot as he spoke of the 'taste'. Was it bad to admit that she had gotten used to the taste of blood? Oh, wait. Dirt. Dirt like the kind that covered his sandy fur. She lifted her head to be more at level with his nose, than playfully sputtered in his face.

" ... A delicacy, I was enjoying it twice." Nikita quietly teased. One who truely did not know her would have mistaken such a response as serious.

She moved after Riot quietly, her paws lightly making contact with the sand. Her walked slightly behind him. There was no need to be stealthy, it just happened. Except when in a rage... Than she roared at things.

"... A bit worn. Cain drew more blood than he should have." Her nose wrinkled a bit to even utter such a cursed name. "... But You are alive... and that overshadows anything else."

Aside all those negative emotions and feelings still holding her voice to a mere octave above a whisper. Those didn't need to be spoken just yet, right? Nikita didn't want to admit why she felt guilty, ashamed, angry...  

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"I thought so." Riot answered, well as much as he could think at the momment. The realization of what he had become would sink in at one point, but not right now. He was far to engolfed with the fact Nikika was besides....

Pausing in his step, Riot sat down on his hunches, being a bit more dramtic to the fact she was behind. Rolling his head back over his shoulder he looked at his friend. His head 'swooshing' slightly to the moment. It wasn't a painful sensation, but it was odd....

"Yes, but you are not ment to be in my shadow. I much rather you walk beside me..." Riot stated to her comment of him still existing. It was a good thing, his tail rose and flopped back in the sand.

"That is if you would like." The adult spoke the deeper ramifications of his words then just a stroll, a more serious sensier expresson took his worn maw.

He then shrugged, and replaced the look with a grin. "Either way I am not moving till you do." He stubbornly stated, turning his head back ahead he released a yawn. Letting exaggerate the point, playfully.

He let the words of Cain fall with a nod, he would bring up how she was feeling and what he could do for her-after she answered him. But one thing at a time.

It was all his mind could take at the moment.  

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As if tied by a string, or a cog in a mecganisim, Nikita stopped at the same time Riot threw his tuckas to the ground. Her forpaw lifted then went back to the sands. A good part of her life had been spent being a shadow, she was told to be a shadow. It wasn't as intentional as one would think. Though, she did not feel she had grounds to walk side by side with Riot.

Though, once again, as he swiveled his head as an owl, a small smile surface upon NIkita's maw. It was very short lived, but definately present. As a cub, it was silly, as a mountain-like adult, it was hillarious.

"...You would not?" Nikita inquired, without a change in her normal-as-of-late-soft tone. His sinister stare was meet with a firey look of her own. Though in play, it was a well seasoned and almost blood-lustful look.

Well, this was a pickle. Part of her wished to stay grounded, however, the part was easily infected by Riot's goofyness. Carefully she lifted a paw and swung it back and forth several times before placing it down.

Than, as the white ghost of fire she was, she quickly, and rather quietly, lept for Riot's back. Aiming to wrap her paws around him to be securely latched on.

"...and if I cannot move if you do not, what than?" She inquired, still without a change in tone (Which made it seem more serious than playful). The action was hesitated, she was mentally being hounded on by a slew of negative thougts. However, she couldn't resist retaliating with something to counter his goof.  

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Riot gave a stubborn nod to Nikita's words. His tail twitch in a 'ticking' motion back and forth.

Seeing the look in her Crimson eyes, he only curiously raised a single brow.

'Oh yeah, what you going to do about it'? Only seem to challange her in responce. The 'blood lust' did nothing to intimidate the mountain, he was already almost killed by her-and he didn't even really fight back. What could she do to him, after that?

That and He knew she was playing...

Blue dazed eyes wobbled and made slow rotations along with his head as he watched Nikita's paw.

Eyes went wide as he was spung on, oh no!

Feeling her paws wrap around him, he thought about rolling over on top of her-but they did need to really get going.

Smiling, not too fazed by the latch. His tan body dipped a little, something that wouldn't have happened if he wasn't fatigued.

Hind legs pushed up from the earth and forward paws propelled him forward slowly. Just think what he could do if he wasn't so worn. Honestly the Nahtill didn't weight that much at all...

The Tahtil chuckled, to her unmoved tone.

...What now?

They would carry on.

"You know, if you wanted a ride you only need to ask, my Darling Dear." Riot spoke and contained forward to the lush lands that lay beyond the desert.