if i lose myself tonight
03-06-2014, 05:43 PM
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Fell from a cliff, never broke a bone The scarred up male was up and bitching in his face before Sucre was wholly prepared for it. Great, now he had to be all serious and whatnot. Why couldn't Snarly just lay there and do nothing? Was that so terribly hard? He had said he wasn't going to do anything, but whatever. This was precisely the reason Sucre didn't like helping wolves. You stick your neck out for someone and some asshole with daddy issues threatens you with a beating. And yeah, he was pretty sure that was part of the brute's problem. How did he know? It took one to know one. The limp-eared male had 'terrible childhood' written all over him. He was a snarling, beat-up advertisement for birth control. If he was hoping to get a rise out of him, Limp-Ear was going to be seriously disappointed. "I'm not going anywhere without them," he stated flatly. The brute could beat on him all day, but unless he killed him--and he really would have to kill him--Sucre was going to help Twig and her sister. Hell, if the only way he could help them was to take on The Beast, he'd do it. It was a character defect of his. Sure, he'd be lying if he said he really knew Twig and he had been exaggerating when he'd said they were friends, but there was no way he'd just walk away and leave them in the dark just to save his own skin. "If you really want us gone, you have to let us work." Tension ran the length of his body; if this turned into a fight, he would be ready, although until he knew for sure which way it was going to go Sucre would remain as neutral as he could be without letting his guard down. He wasn't going to take the bait and posture or whatever, it would only give Limp-Ear more of a reason to level up his tantrum. His eyes still fixed on the sourpuss, Sucre spoke over his shoulder to the fae. "I know it's not ideal, but she needs to be moved." Whether Twig's sister liked it or not, her only real option was to take her sister and run. "See if you can get her to stand." If nothing else and Mt. Fury permitted it, Sucre could carry or drag her out of the cave. They just needed to be out and once away from The Crabapple, Twig's injures could be more thoroughly assessed. "If nothing's broken, she can stand. It may not be comfortable for her, but she can do it, just let her lean on you. Trust me, I'm a healer." Again with the lying! Okay, so it wasn't entirely a lie; Sucre did know a thing or two about healing. Whether it was enough to call himself a healer or not was debatable. |