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[captainryan]

There's a full moon tonight. No surprise, then, that Ryan is outside. He's still feeling twitchy, though it's not from lack of space. This is an anticipatory twitch, the kind a predator gets before it stalks its prey.

If his prey is even out here. There's no guarantee that Le Chiffre will leave the safety of the bar, even in daylight. But the thought that he might, the possibility that Ryan may be able to carry out his self-imposed objective, is enough to keep him on his toes. He's been keeping tabs on the man for some time, now, and he knows that Le Chiffre will occasionally step outdoors.

And so he paces the tree line and watches the door.

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[captainryan.livejournal.com]

The werewolf sees it coming and bolts, but even he can't outrun the wind. When he realizes it's going to catch up with him, he takes a deep breath and crouches, head protected as best he can.

He can't outrun the wind, but maybe he can outlast it long enough to finish Le Chiffre and perhaps the girl, too.

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

Sooraya's changed, though, and grown harder.
She still can't know if this is one of the shapechangers who are friends, allies, are hers, to be protected, but plainly enough "he" meant to murder the human and not out of hunger or in answer to a threat.
So, while she may ask 'why' given opportunity, she won't do this gently.
Wind and burning, scouring sand floods over the 'wolf, heat and particles that grind through stone, wood, and yes, flesh or fur.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

He can't help but take a look, grabbing against a nearby tree for balance and a very brief pause to try and glimpse the action. There's a grim satisfaction to his features at whatever may happen to that 'wolf, and even if Le Chiffre's not to safety yet, he at least knows the beast is hopefully getting it's equal share of pain now.

Oh well, back to the escaping, and with a sharp puff on his inhaler, he shifts off again, still taking a glance to watch what he can. He really wants to see this.

[captainryan.livejournal.com]

The werewolf curls in tighter on himself, for all the good it does him. The sand is slicing into his back and sides, laying his flesh open, scouring him down to the bone, and he isn't healing it up fast enough to do any good.

He's still holding his breath, but with the amount of damage being done he's losing his ability to think straight, to remember just why he's holding his breath and he exhales. The wind sweeps away the air and quite suddenly he can't draw a breath. He starts choking on his own throat, collapsing to the ground, head no longer protected. The sands slice into his muzzle and Le Chiffre is forgotten. All he knows is that he needs to eat something RIGHT NOW.

But it's a bit late for that. The pain, the damage, the sudden over-whelming hunger, the lack of air, everything adds up and the black werewolf passes out.

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

She can see, and hear.
When the wolf drops to the ground, she pulls back. The storm still circles him, forming a barrier, but there's open space about him.
Dust watches, waits, lest this be a trick.
Seeing that it isn't, she draws back
and in
and then, she's standing there, some thirty feet away from
Ryan, her expression one of brief regret but still wary.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

It's an impressive sight, from what he saw of it, but it doesn't stop him from retreating. Only when he makes it to the tree line does he suddenly collapse back to the floor, panting heavily from the pain and exhaustion and the pure feeling of actually having made it. He's still alive (kind of) and for once he's thankful for it.

Lifting his head with some effort, he attempts a look over in the direct of where Sooraya and the werewolf had been, but he's not going to try moving back. He's finding the floor very comfortable right now.. Maybe when he's ready he'll get up.

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

She watches long enough to confirm that the werewolf still breathes, before she turns away, walks over to where Le Chiffre's dropped. She offers an outstretched hand. "Staying out here probably isn't a good idea. He'll be healed by morning, if not sooner," she warns softly.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

He eyes the hand a moment before deciding to accept it, standing once more with a fair amount of effort and possibly more than a little help. She's done enough to be trusted by him, which is lucky really considering she just saved his life. And while he's not very skilled at showing gratitude, he's not frowning at her. And that's a good thing. "Who are you?"

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

"Dust, of the X-Men." She smiles wryly. Doesn't expect him to know the name, no, but it's still an honest answer. "And you are?"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"Name suits the ability, I suppose," he states with an eyebrow raise. Not that he's complaining about weird aliases or anything. And he'll let the X-Men thing pass this time. His geekyness is drowned out by bleeding. "Le Chiffre," he replies by way of introduction, peering off back into the woodlands with a hint of uncertainty.

"You uh.. say he's still alive?"

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

She gets them headed toward the back door, all her senses still alert, watchful.
"Yes." She slants him a thoughtful look, but doesn't yet ask questions. "He is. Likely to be hungry when he wakes, too."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

If she's not going to ask questions, neither is he, though he really would like to know why a psycho like that should be left alive. Hypocritical, maybe. "Good, let him starve," he sneers with an untethered hatred. He's a lot cockier now he's back near the safety of the bar.

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

Sooraya's silent as they get closer to the door.
Finally she looks right at him. "You were lucky tonight. I get the impression you're smart enough to know that luck runs out, yes?" she asks quietly. "And if you didn't know-- The full moon has two nights to run."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Le Chiffre catches the gaze for a moment before looking elsewhere, nodding once, "I'm not one that generally enjoys moonlit walks. This was purely accidental. Anyway-," he shifts his weight with a soft grunt. With all that excitement out the way, his leg's decided to start hurting again with full force, "I doubt I'll be going anywhere for a while."

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

"Except the Infirmary?" she suggests, and her expression's not unkind as she scrutinizes him. "Are you hurt anywhere else but the leg?"

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

Another nod is given in a silent tone of 'exactly' at the mention of the Infirmary, even if it's a reluctant reply.

"No where fatal," Le Chiffre offers, not entirely keen on drawing more attention to his injuries than necessary now that he knows he should be safe. "And you?"

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

"No, I'll be all right..."
Damn it.
They get to the back door, and she pushes it open one-handed, gesturing for him to precede her indoors.
"If" she bites her lip. "If he's drawn blood on you, you need to tell the Infirmary docs, or Security," she says warningly. "There's--complications that can happen. They'll be able to help."

She can't. She remembers this day, from a different perspective, and she has to get to the Front Door and her world before much more time passes. "But tell them. You don't need to go into detail as to why it happened."

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

He makes his way through the door though pauses at the frame, using it to lean on as he arches a brow heavily towards her, "Complications? I--.. Actually, no, don't answer that. I'd rather not know right now."

Another awkward shift against the door frame and he's dropping his gaze again, nodding stiffly before stepping into the Bar. He would thank her, but his ability to show gratitude is non existent.

[dust-to-order.livejournal.com]

Sooraya doesn't particularly care if he shows it, though she will not say it's unnecessary. She may need help herself one of these days, and if she has to remind him of tonight...
"Alright. It may be nothing, anyway," dear Allah, she hopes so.
"The Infirmary's just over there," encouragingly.

[weeper-of-blood.livejournal.com]

"I'll see you around, I'm sure."

There's no need to tell him twice, and with a final bow of his head towards her, he makes his own way inside. Granted, not very fast, or not very far, but he does at least make it inside. (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/17355981.html)