Secrets, Secrets

[bloodseal_soul]

Characters: Bran Cornick [the_marrok], Alphonse Elric [bloodseal_soul]
When: Sunday Night (August 16th, 2009)
Where: The Riverbank
Rating: R (Violence, blood and gore. And blood.)
Summary: Al gets a bit careless around the edge of the fences.

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[the_marrok]

Bran had spent two nights as a wolf, in his first week in this strange world. With his mental stability in question with the loss of the pack bonds--and the loss of all sense of his sons and mate--he had been careful to stay human. For the most part. And since the full moon had passed, it hadn't been so hard to do

[bloodseal_soul]

Alphonse had been utterly sure he was done for this time. Stupid, so stupid, letting himself be taken by surprise, and not have the presence of mind to react properly. He'd gotten slow in the months of peace, and if he had lost his edge, he'd be a liability in rescuing Kakashi... or what was left of him.

The crushed bones of his left arm sent spasms of pain through his body, and blurred his vision. Nerve damage, if he wasn't lucky. But he could live without an arm. It was important that he live. Unable to find a point to hit and with the thing dangling him out of range of its face for the time being, Alphonse curled, reaching for the knife in his boot. Before he got to it, the claw holding him wrenched to the side, and Alphonse felt a hot rush of fur, something like a whipcrack across his mind of mingled pain and shock. Blood ran down his arm as the skin around the wound ripped open, and suddenly he was falling through space

[the_marrok]

Well, looked like Al survived.

Bran thought in mild amusement that he knew better than to corner a wounded creature. The blade sunk into his skin, and only lightning reflexes and agility greater than any real wolf, saved him from a tracheotomy. It still hurt, but it wasn't lethal.

Bran's next move was to whip his head around and grab the arm with the knife between his jaws, swinging his body around so his shoulders thumped Al in the chest a little forcefully.

Bran growled, careful not to break skin as he squeezed Al's arm in his teeth, but not really interested in any more of the boy's nonsense, not when he could smell al's blood around them, too pungent and too much of it.

[bloodseal_soul]

Al had seen only chimeras move that fast before, and when the teeth closed on his arm, he was ready for another broken one. He didn't bother dropping the knife, it was useless at this angle, and the wolf would make him drop it soon enough, when those razor-sharp teeth sank into skin and tore him open.

Without wasting a second, knowing full well the animal could tear his arm off with a jerk of its neck, Al mustered what strength he had left and slammed the fist of his broken arm as hard as he could into the wolf's throat, directly over the wound. In his experience when you collapsed something's windpipe, it tended to let go very quickly.

He felt the bones in his arm crunch and give more, but the adrenaline prevented the pain from crippling him, or pulling back on the blow, though it did make his vision swim around the edges, and his breath wheezed out in a dry sob.