~ Disclaimer: White-Wolf creations do not belong to me. The only characters
in this story that do are Kendren Tann, Binga, and Claira DeMourge. All the
others are copyright their players.~
"'Doc.. Git your hands offa me.." Kendren rolled off the plushy sofa of the penthouse apartment and onto the floor, where she hit ground with a nice 'plop' and simply layed there.
Murdoc Grim chuckled a bit and shook his head, then moved from the couch and stooped down, slipping one arm under Kendren's shoulders, another under his knees. Then he stood and lifted her up with him, then moved back towards the bathroom of the aparment. Kendren gave a small growl and squirmed a bit to get out of his large, muscular arms, but he simply curled them a bit more, causing her to roll against his broad chest.
"God damnit I can heal myself up! Lay off!"
Murdoc shook his head at the girl's words and stooped down again, this time to lay Kendren in the bathtub. By doing so, he made the porcline sides pinkish with blood. Blood that came from a large gaping wound in the girl's shoulder. It looked to come from a blade of some sort, that or a large animal that stabbed instead of slashed with it's claws. The man had a pretty good idea which of the two it was.
Kendren glared hard up at the man sitting on the side of the tub, towering over her, and folded her arms across her chest. Sure, he loved her, and this she knew for a fact. But he didn't need to always be taking her injuries and hurting himself in the process. It made her think... No, more feel that she was weak and incapable of anything. And Murdoc had enough scars and injuries to last him a lifetime. It was a surprise he didn't hurt himself just carrying her to the bathroom.
She moved to the side to try and avoid a hand from Murdoc that dropped to rest upon her wounded shoulder. But he simply moved with her and dropped his hand over her injury, palm completely covering it. He closed his eyes for a moment, and Kendren felt all pain flee from her shoulder. She saw something else to go with the fleeting feeling. Looking up at Murdoc's shoulder, the same one that was injured for her, she saw blood start to leak through the fabric of his tight forest green shirt.
Murdoc winced a bit and moved his hand from her shoulder, which was now smeared with her blood, and placed it over his own shoulder, mingling the twos' life fluids. Kendren shook her head and sat up, climbing out of the tub and over Murdoc's knees. She walked towards the door and glanced back at the man behind her, who stared patheticly at the girl. She returned his gaze with a similar stare, then grinned a little bit and moved out the door, into the living room.
Again, Murdoc loved her very much, and he did all he could to act as a good father towards her. But god damnit, he was only twenty-two years old. He wasn't quite ready for raising a teenage daughter. A son, maybe, but not daughter. But just the same, he loved her and couldn't just give up on her. So he had to put up with her being mad at him every once in a while. Nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, knowing her tendancy towards personality swings, she would forgive him soon enough.
Murdoc moved to his feet and walked slowly into the doorway of the bathroom, then leaned back against the frame and let his head fall back, taking a few deep breaths to help with the pain that was leaking down from his shoulder into his chest and sides. Allowing himself a few seconds to pull himself together, he looked back to where Kendren had headed, into the living room. She was there, sure enough, sprawled out on the couch, face towards the back.
A small smile flickered across his face and he headed over towards the girl, setting himself on the couch infront of the small of her back. She grunted in response to his sitting there and he moved the hand that wasn't bloody to brush her hair from her face. It just sprung back into place, though. So he smiled and petted her hair.
Kendren murmered something quietly, she wasn't too sure what she had said herself, then closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into slumber. She was dead tired, fights were getting harder and harder. A few vampires were easy enough to handle for her, sure, but the Garou were difficult. More times than others she ended up fleeing with just a little bit of life left. This time she was lucky, though. The garou that she'd gotten into a fight with's mate had shown up and pulled him away from the battle. He left her with just that wound to the shoulder. No matter how small it seemed, he'd pierced all the way through, and wounds like that were difficult to heal.
But she was fine now, she was here with Murdoc, and more than likely she'd soon be back at Greebo's place. Back with the rest of the pride. Back where she could be herself without getting lunged at with a knife. However, first came sleep.....
Murdoc smiled a bit and watched the girl's sides, seeing her breathing slow to more of an even, natural pace. His hand strayed from her face and moved down to her stomach, where he let his arm rest over her side, cradled in her slight curve. Yeah, she was like a daughter to him, but still, it was difficult to not just ravage Kendren where she lay. He was, after all, born Feline, and he had a difficult time controlling those damn mating instincts. He did though, and forced himself to just lay down behind the girl, chin resting on the top of her head, next to her ponytail, and closed his eyes, allowing him himself to drift into a brief bout of sleep.
~ Disclaimer: White-Wolf creations do not belong to me. The only characters in this story that do are Kendren Tann, Binga, and Claira DeMourge. All the others are copyright their players.~
"'Doc.. Git your hands offa me.." Kendren rolled off the plushy sofa of the penthouse apartment and onto the floor, where she hit ground with a nice 'plop' and simply layed there.
Murdoc Grim chuckled a bit and shook his head, then moved from the couch and stooped down, slipping one arm under Kendren's shoulders, another under his knees. Then he stood and lifted her up with him, then moved back towards the bathroom of the aparment. Kendren gave a small growl and squirmed a bit to get out of his large, muscular arms, but he simply curled them a bit more, causing her to roll against his broad chest.
"God damnit I can heal myself up! Lay off!"
Murdoc shook his head at the girl's words and stooped down again, this time to lay Kendren in the bathtub. By doing so, he made the porcline sides pinkish with blood. Blood that came from a large gaping wound in the girl's shoulder. It looked to come from a blade of some sort, that or a large animal that stabbed instead of slashed with it's claws. The man had a pretty good idea which of the two it was.
Kendren glared hard up at the man sitting on the side of the tub, towering over her, and folded her arms across her chest. Sure, he loved her, and this she knew for a fact. But he didn't need to always be taking her injuries and hurting himself in the process. It made her think... No, more feel that she was weak and incapable of anything. And Murdoc had enough scars and injuries to last him a lifetime. It was a surprise he didn't hurt himself just carrying her to the bathroom.
She moved to the side to try and avoid a hand from Murdoc that dropped to rest upon her wounded shoulder. But he simply moved with her and dropped his hand over her injury, palm completely covering it. He closed his eyes for a moment, and Kendren felt all pain flee from her shoulder. She saw something else to go with the fleeting feeling. Looking up at Murdoc's shoulder, the same one that was injured for her, she saw blood start to leak through the fabric of his tight forest green shirt.
Murdoc winced a bit and moved his hand from her shoulder, which was now smeared with her blood, and placed it over his own shoulder, mingling the twos' life fluids. Kendren shook her head and sat up, climbing out of the tub and over Murdoc's knees. She walked towards the door and glanced back at the man behind her, who stared patheticly at the girl. She returned his gaze with a similar stare, then grinned a little bit and moved out the door, into the living room.
Again, Murdoc loved her very much, and he did all he could to act as a good father towards her. But god damnit, he was only twenty-two years old. He wasn't quite ready for raising a teenage daughter. A son, maybe, but not daughter. But just the same, he loved her and couldn't just give up on her. So he had to put up with her being mad at him every once in a while. Nothing he couldn't handle. Besides, knowing her tendancy towards personality swings, she would forgive him soon enough.
Murdoc moved to his feet and walked slowly into the doorway of the bathroom, then leaned back against the frame and let his head fall back, taking a few deep breaths to help with the pain that was leaking down from his shoulder into his chest and sides. Allowing himself a few seconds to pull himself together, he looked back to where Kendren had headed, into the living room. She was there, sure enough, sprawled out on the couch, face towards the back.
A small smile flickered across his face and he headed over towards the girl, setting himself on the couch infront of the small of her back. She grunted in response to his sitting there and he moved the hand that wasn't bloody to brush her hair from her face. It just sprung back into place, though. So he smiled and petted her hair.
Kendren murmered something quietly, she wasn't too sure what she had said herself, then closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into slumber. She was dead tired, fights were getting harder and harder. A few vampires were easy enough to handle for her, sure, but the Garou were difficult. More times than others she ended up fleeing with just a little bit of life left. This time she was lucky, though. The garou that she'd gotten into a fight with's mate had shown up and pulled him away from the battle. He left her with just that wound to the shoulder. No matter how small it seemed, he'd pierced all the way through, and wounds like that were difficult to heal.
But she was fine now, she was here with Murdoc, and more than likely she'd soon be back at Greebo's place. Back with the rest of the pride. Back where she could be herself without getting lunged at with a knife. However, first came sleep.....
Murdoc smiled a bit and watched the girl's sides, seeing her breathing slow to more of an even, natural pace. His hand strayed from her face and moved down to her stomach, where he let his arm rest over her side, cradled in her slight curve. Yeah, she was like a daughter to him, but still, it was difficult to not just ravage Kendren where she lay. He was, after all, born Feline, and he had a difficult time controlling those damn mating instincts. He did though, and forced himself to just lay down behind the girl, chin resting on the top of her head, next to her ponytail, and closed his eyes, allowing him himself to drift into a brief bout of sleep.
~ Disclaimer: White-Wolf creations do not belong to me. The only characters in this story that do are Kendren Tann, Binga, and Claira DeMourge. All the others are copyright their players.~