Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140308041523

"Nor am I a creature like you have ever met, Ms. Corbeau. In fact, you may just find that 'Monster' is a better title than 'Winter'. And a girl has no place beside a Monster, no matter how skilled she is. Especially beside one colder than a midnight frost." He murmured, his tone several degrees colder than hers. He following her in preference of retrieving his equipment. His techknife was already in it's sheath, and he strode back into the clearing. Nightfall was reclaimed and sheathed. And he began collecting the knives he threw, not worried about damage. Each was tempered steel, almost as strong as titanium. They wouldn't chip or break unless he shot them point blank range.

And all throughout these actions, he contemplated what happened. And he would lie if he said her...dismissal, hurt. And that...pissed him off. He shouldn't be feeling this way, especially over a girl. Of all the things, a girl. It was a weakness, a chink in his armor of contempt and anger. A poison that would get him killed. A moment of indescision. A single instant of hesitation. And there goes his life. Nox knew he could die at any moment. He was waiting for it at times, even. But he didn't even think about going down any other way but fighting, taking down as many foes as he could before collapsing.

In the words of an old grizzled mercenary: "Rage is a hell of an anesthetic."

But...his...attraction, towards Nixia...this woman, this warrioress his instincts considered a mate...would kill him. And that was not something he was willing to let happen. He had lived through too much to even attempt to be naive enough to think that she wouldn't betray him for the slightest bit of money.

God, damnit. Why did he insist on lying to himself?

The crunch of boots on snow made him whip around, leg slamming into the other person's knee. As it broke, the mercenary gripped their head, and slammed them face first into a tree. Either this was a very bulky female with hygiene issues, or this was a male. He was banking on the latter. Nox tossed the man back, and unholstered his pistol, firing a shot into his knee, blowing away half of the joint. As the man screamed and curled up to clutch at the wound, the male with sapphire eyes slammed his boot into his captive's face. The world spun for the man, and as it came into focus he saw that same pistol. Aimed at his groin. A large knife was slammed into his shoulder, pinning him to the ground. He wailed and cried, the pain nearly making him black out. Only the cold of the air prevented it.

The snow was stained crimson, and the color was spreading in a larger and larger circle.

" Make a move. I dare you." Nox had a terrifying, cold look in his face. But his eyes. A mixture of ice and rage, all directed at this one man. The scent of ammonia joined the metallic tinge of blood in the air. "And the next thing you lose, is your manhood."