Warnings: Swearing from a angry Heero
Author's note: Yes, this is somewhat like Wolfs Rain so if you see things that may remind you of it… I don't own that show either ;.; So sad, hai? -Red Tail
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Finding Paradise:Who are you: The wolf snarled, not letting eyes stray from the glaring Mage, power twisting in broken strings around him. His concentration would be lost soon.
"How can I hear you?" Relena questioned, staring with wide eyes at the wolf in front of her, taking a stumbled step back in shock. Since when did animal's speak. Sure this was a land full of unexpected surprise…but talking animals! That was taking some petty joke a little too far.
"Idiot woman—leave this area now unless you want to wake up to find you're six feet under." Relena stared at the man who made the threat. Six feet under! Was he serious or joking. There was no way she wanted to die.
Taking another step back she stopped, feeling a tug in her chest. She closed her eyes, imagining the wolf in front of her. She smiled as touched the hilt of her family's sword. It had defended their land and would not stop until the Peacecraft's reclaimed their rightful place on the throne and revenge itself for the massacre of her family. It glowed under her touch, the Peacecraft lineage or other royal clan's able to also grasp the hilt without the terrible shock.
:He told you to leave unless you value your life.: The wolf proclaimed, gazing at her for a millisecond before turning and snarling as he once more openly barred his fangs.
Tubarov chuckled as he threw his head up into the air, "You have done well adapting into the forest, Prince." He mirthlessly grinned, raising an eyebrow to the daring and injured wolf. "In your state you shouldn't even dare to put up a fight."
Heero snarled, fur standing on end as he felt his claws dig into the tender earth. His blood was still pooling from his body and he would need to finish this quickly. :Bastard:
"And a traitor, yes I know." Tubarov uncaringly raised his hand, magic twirling in and out between his grasp. "Trieze will hurt me if I do something to harm you… Dermail wouldn't like his wrath."
:Go to hell: He snarled, jumping on the man before he could produce another spell or incantation.
"ähnliche Ergebnisse für!" Tubarov chanted, a dark vortex flashing around him as he cast it with his strength to the wolf, trapping him roughly.
Snarling in displeasure to the crackling energy, Heero felt his head feel heavy as well as his eye lids, the spell's effects being strong enough to pass his barriers and immunity to them. :Damn you…: He growled, collapsing as he breathed heavily, blood still seeping from even wider wounds.
Relena gasped, beginning to rush over to the hurt animal before stopping as she stepped in another pool of blood. "Don't go near him," The chilling voice of Tubarov was heard and Relena tensed.
"How dare you," She spun around on the small heel of her boots, glaring at the startled man. No woman had ever dared defy him obviously. 'He had better get used to it.' Relena added as an after thought.
"Who are you?" He questioned with confusion, "Why are you even here?"
"I'm here to protect this creature." Tubarov snorted at her choice of words. What would the Prince think if he were to hear that? Bite her head off?
The shing of a sword being drawn was what snapped him from his strewn thoughts, snapping his head up to look with wide eyes and a gaping mouth at the golden sword pointed at his throat.
A slash at him was dodged easily, a trickle of blood turning to a steady flow as he glared at the woman who struck him. "The next will fell you if you do not leave." She declared, leveling the sword tip once more at his throat, punctuating her point by pushing forward to knick his neck.
"Wench!" He declared with a snarl, wind swirling around him as he fled for his life. After all, that was no simple sword. He narrowed his eyes at the new information—that was the Peacecraft sword. Now that she was with the crown heir, Trieze nor Dermail would be happy with this turn of events.
Relena turned around, staring at the unconscious and injured wolf just waking up. "Heero, right…?" She questioned as she crouched down to eye level with the wolf, far enough so that if he snapped at her she wouldn't be caught in his fury.
:Who the hell are you: He questioned in a monotone, icy voice that chilled her sword, prussian eyes leveling a cold stare, which would have been a glare had he been human.
TBC
ähnliche Ergebnisse für –translation (so I think) Bind the Body and Stray the Mind. I got it from a German-English Dictionary (My family is Deutsch in ancestry so spells and stuff with most likely be in this). I got this from: http:dict.tu-chemnitz.de/
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Red Tail