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Post by crispy on Aug 8, 2011 23:11:22 GMT -6
In all honesty Richard had no clue where he was going, what was the point in trying to move, it hurt to much to walk and their was no reason. He had lost control, he had nearly murdered the prince, his brother, in cold blood. Yet here he was trying to escape the scene of the crime his right arm hung limp against his side. Blood running from wound torn into his arm by Lady Elina in the act of protecting Henry, protecting her mate. In truth he had no clue how he was standing, how he was still moving when the wounds should cripple any normal man. Their was the fact that he was a lycan, that the change itself was painful that the feeling of having your bones shattered and stretched and reorganized or replaced was something that could grant a person the ability to ignore something as small as a flattened and bloody nose, a claw mark from under his left eye to the center of his chin going over his lips in the process. Or even the bite and claw marks from her hand and mouth. So he decided that it hurt like hell but he trudged any anyway, each step taking him farther from the destruction brought on by his rage. His brothers body twisted and shorn in a way that it was hard to say if he would ever be able to move again. His eyes glazed over in pain. The look of his father as he looked at him. The look of Elina's eyes... he was sure she would kill him if he ever lost it again... If Rachel didn't do so first. So it was that he stumbles, at times falling against the wall and screaming in pain as his destroyed arm smashed into a wall leaving a streak of crimson behind in his wake. At times using his good hand to support himself as he moved through stone corridor after corridor. He wondered how far his quarters were from his office and only dimly remembered getting to his and his families suite. He wondered if his mate and daughters were there... in the home, it was still early though they would be with the tutor, and Rachel had something to do, or at least he thought she did. In the end he stumbled in falling to the floor as he managed to twist the door open. Maybe it was the loss of blood, he felt odd, fuzzy as he continued to bleed on the plush carpet of the front room, dimly he was aware that he left the door open as he began to move... if one could call it that. His good hand and legs pulling him along his face and arms still oozing his life blood as he moved. It was an eternity perhaps until he couldn’t move any more until he felt the cold tile against his blood slicked skin Everything was a blur as he curled up in a corner. His words mumbles as he rocked back and forth seeing only his brother in his eyes, seeing blood. And assuming the worse. “Killed him, I killed him... Dead, why would I kill him...?”
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Post by rachel on Aug 9, 2011 12:05:10 GMT -6
“Girls, please.” Rachel laughed while watching her two daughters race through the garden hell bent on avoiding their lessons. She would have been content allowing them to keep running from their tutors but so far they’d only sat down to study for an hour. There was no way she was raising two stupid girls, even if they were as cute as they were. Sighing, she didn’t want to start yelling at them but they needed to get back to their lessons before their father found out. Of course, she doubted that Richard would get mad, maybe slightly amused but he would be disappointed. “Nevaeh Lily Niall! Titania Rose Niall!” Placing her hands on her hips, the young duchess stood in front of her daughters, blocking the exit out of the garden causing them to stare up at their mother, mouths gaping. It was so rare for her to speak their full names so when she did, it was time to stop fooling around and be serious. “Get inside, now. You’ve spend an hour outside now it’s time to focus on work.” The young ladies stared up at Rachel, pouting slightly and she almost took back her words but held her ground. “After lunch you can take a short break, but only if you both study until then, fair enough?” Softening her voice, she smiled at her babies loving until they both nodded. “Good, please go back inside.” Nevaeh took her little sister’s hand and lead the way back inside causing her to sigh in relief. Some days it was harder than others to get them to stay indoors on such a lovely day. Lifting her hand to her forehead, she shielded her blue eyes from the early sun to stare up at the sky as a few lazy clouds drifted by. Richard instantly came to her mind making her wolf beg to go see him. Licking her lips, tried to think of good excuses to leave her mate alone but for each one, her wolf countered with an even better reason to go see him. Smiling, Rachel shook her head as her feet were already on the move towards the palace with every intention of locating her mate in the vast hallways. The safest bet was his office. Richard was still a workaholic, it might have taken a bit of talking to get him to finally set an alarm in his office at eleven at night to make sure he came back to the suite, but that didn’t stop him for long. Her mind was so engrossed in picturing her mate’s face that by the time the scent of his blood hit her nose, she had already passed the streaks of blood on the wall. Standing completely still, her eyes widened at the crimson dripping down to the floor knowing that it as her mate’s blood. Her sister wolf howled out in rage, ready to murder whoever had dared touch what was hers. Flicking her eyes down the hall, her breathing hitched as the scent of blood didn’t lessen but only got stronger as if more had been spilt. Oh Luna… no, she screamed in her mind. Rachel broke into a full on run, brushing past servants that were already coming to clean up the mess. Dodging around nobles who couldn’t seem to keep their mouths shut about it being Richard’s blood on the walls and carpet. The pounding of her heart began to fill her ears, blocking out the whispers and the glances passed at her while her flip flops snapped in the air. She was no longer running, practically flying down the hallway in pursuit of her mate fearing the worse. Spotting the door to their room, her heart nearly broke seeing the door hanging open with the trail of fresh blood entering the suite. Rachel didn’t give one shit about the blood on the carpet or the heavy metallic scent of her mate’s blood that wouldn’t leave the room for the next few days. Her mind was locked in on her mate and the desperate need to find him, no matter what condition he was in. “Richard! Honey!” Calling out to him, she stepped into the room and shut the door. Whatever happened next was between them and no one would whisper anymore rumors about her mate. The scent only got stronger until Rachel found Richard, but what she saw wasn’t what she had thought it would be like. It was far worse. Blood was pooling around his curled up form in the corner of their room, his face had taken a good number making it almost impossible to find had mate on one side of his face because of the scratches and broken nose. “Baby, talk to me. What happened?” She tried to stay strong, she tried to keep her voice even but as she kneeled down at her mate’s side, her strength began to drain from her. “Don’t you dare die on me. I can’t live without you, Richard.” Swallowing back tears, she took hold of the curtain and tore off a long strip. Leaning over his form, she took the fabric and tried to clean his wounds. Richard was a shell of himself right then, his words were barely audio able but after a second time of him muttering them she started to realize what he was saying. “Who? Who did you kill?” The words seemed to rob her face of all color, turning her slightly flushed cheeks bleach white even under her light make up.
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Post by crispy on Sept 16, 2011 19:02:57 GMT -6
Pain, Richard had never hurt this much, or this badly as he cowered in the bathroom that was shared between himself and his wife. His vision was blurred as his breathing rasped and he tried to figure out why he had run, why he had found himself in this room. Some part of him heard her. Heard a voice like a brush of wind, worry straining the sound as it grew closer his name brought to him trying to jar him from the footsteps of death. Death, a word that spoke of such finality and end to life an end to everything that was and could be. What was beyond that point what could in fact be beyond that point. “Richard! Honey!” That didn't matter though, he was certain that what he did, the actions that he had performed had lead to this, it was all his fault had he allowed his brother to leave none of this would have happened his brother would not be on the floor dead or quickly on the way. He would not be cowering and hiding from his fathers ire. Hiding from the treatment that he surely needed. He could feel it, his hands noting in some part of him that the blood wasn't slowing that perhaps the lycan in him was keeping death from taking him to early. As if it was waiting for something. Blearily he lifted his eyes hearing something, the gentle beat of a heart, a living heart a precious life that saw him and came before the wreck that he was. “Baby, talk to me. What happened?” He could hear it, the pain hiding behind the inflection as she tried to stay in the role that her family had conditioned her for. He could smell her the scent of her rippling around him as it slashed through the sickening iron scent of his own blood. He couldn't talk to her though, he hardly noted her presence at all as he cowered their. What she said seemed to slip past him, hardly worth noting he could hear her but his mind was to far gone to care as to the meaning of the words. “Don’t you dare die on me. I can’t live without you, Richard.” The pain in her voice was unmistakeable as a change broke through the room, light lancing through a window suddenly bare of the curtain that had been chosen by Rachel to give a sense of privacy to the room. It stabbed as his eyes and made a new pain rippled through him and a near silent and pain stricken growl to rumble from his chest through clenched and bloodied teeth. He could feel her, feel the fabric as he made contact with the wounds, as she tried to clean and staunch the bleeding. His good hand lifted, In some corner of his mind he knew it was wrong that he would regret it as he also moaned of the actions that he had already taken. He didn't here her question, only felt his hand move felt it make contact with her face. He could feel the urge of his wolf to react and the pains seemed to vanish for that moment as he lost himself within the wolf. He hurt to much to change but that didn't need to happen as he moved at her. His eyes seeming to burn red as his vision cleared with a red tint. He could see her as his body staggered at her. His hand reaching, he found her throat his hand encircling it as it added pressure his own body collapsing, to weak to hold its own weight and dragging her down to fall beneath his weight. He could feel the wolfs need the rage and desires the lust for the kill but he could see her. See his mate, see the pain he was causing and the pain in his own body. He wondered what was wrong why he was hurting why he attacked her. He fought, his wolf and himself in a silent struggle but he was to weak. His mind was to far gone. The blood loss and fatigue making him weak. It also took from the wolf, it was closer to death and for that more dangerous. A tear finds its way from his eye, snaking down and dropping to his mate. A rumble in his throat as his hand loosens and he falls from her, unable to hold himself up anymore as he lay upon the tiles. He could see the ceiling and wondered what it would feel like to be crushed by it. Then again Rachel would hurt him, she didn't want him dead and she was what mattered. Why was he alive if not for her to make her happy and one could be sure that she would not be happy with him. Only tears could come to him, he hurt to much to think or speak and could only wonder if he would survive as he sobbed in a pool of his blood and tears... then darkness came to claim him... Richard Niall allowed unconsciousness to take over and everything went black as his heart struggled to keep him alive as the blood kept flowing upon the tile floors in the presence of his mate...
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