It Can Hurt [open]

[Fang]

The sun was setting into the darkness of night, the last long shadows would soon fade until nothing showed. The waves of the lake shore crashed against the sand, however not as loud as it would be at the coast. A breeze rushed though, carring cold air on its draft as it past Fang. His eyes flickered open, he had cuts on his arms and legs, and a bad headache from what he had enjured. After being hurt by the other organization members, Fang was slightly weaker, however he forced himself to his feet. It hurt, but Fang was strough and it would take much more then that to keep him down. He checked for his sword, happy to feelit at his side, they hadn't taken it to his luck. Fang coughed, he felt like shit after being tossed around and thrown out here.

What happened to me? I am out here now and that can't be a good thing. It is clear now, they think I am a monster, they want me dead, but if I am I am in control, I am not insane. Fang though as he stumbled over to the lake to drink sme of the water. The water was ice cold, but he didn't complain, he was thirsty and didn't want to die of dehydration out here. He couldn't let it be easy on them, after what they had done to him, he might have to kill them, how he didn't want it to come to this, but now it was a fight for survival and he wasn't about to die. He laid underneath a tree, knowing night would come soon, but he didn't know what lived here and he could die of exsposure. He soon got up to reach for a branch to pull himself up into the tree.

It hurt his arms having to lift himself up like that, just to be safe where he was. His whole body ached from the pain of his cuts and his cuts bleed still. He couldn't die, he had to kill them sadly. I can't believe it has come to this, they should have killed me well they had the chance, or did they think I would die from the wounds they left. Perhaps they wanted me to suffer these wounds, suffer. Fang thought as the sun still lingered in the sky, he wondered if there was anyone who would come. The sky was orange from the night wanting to come through the light. The stars would soon come out along with the moon that will be in the sky he guessed this night.

[Cold]

The lake wasn't frozen to tonight. She was grateful for that, she was tired of the salty sea and was just happy for her little lake back. Cold noticed the change in atmosphere too. Tonight it was a lot warmer than it was yesterday, sure it was still nippy, but there was no snow.
Good, she hated it. It dried her up and made her really cold, despite her normal body tolerance of below zero temperatures. It got in her hair and she always looked like a clumsy fool with her bare arms in the smack middle of winter. Her warm little sanctum was back though, everything else was no concern of her's.
That's not true.
No, there were plenty of times where she had butted in to help a friend or curiosity nipped at her heels and she had gotten mixed up in many things. This time was no different.
Underwater, she cleaned her webs, the odd skin I between her fingers that were a normal adaption to her marine enclosure. She hugged herself beneath the water, the occasional bubble if air escaping her mouth and floating to the surface. Cold gave a sigh, causing more bubbles to escape. Her dark blue eyes looked up at the moon, it's light obscured by the gentle push and pull if its gravitational force. It really was pretty though.

A breeze rippled the lake and she went up to scout around. If she found a fishermen or some stupid people looking for trouble she'd leave. Sh had to, or face the consequences of being shunned or worse.
Her hair scrambled into gentle locks as she broke the surface, looking around for any soul.
Knew it.
A black-haired boy sat alone beneath a tree, he looked hopeless, injured and forlorn. She smelled the blood on him. Cold crawled closer to the shore, pausing as she remembered her previous encounters. Last time it had been a vampire! And she didn't like that much either.
"Hello?" She called out on her hands and knees. Cold was still in the water, but she could touch the lake bottom so there was no need to swim. Her bluish scales gleamed in a pale light against the moon. She was no human.

[Fang]

Fang's eyes weakly opened, he saw her and grabbed his sword and almost slashed her. However he could stop himself, and now the sword was pointed at Cold. "Get away from me." Fang growled. He was able to get to his feet, but he had to lean against the tree. They had injured him so badly that he could hardly stand, but this was there plan, they wanted it to seem like they weren't. They wanted to see him dead, never to fight again, they still believed he was a monster, or at least half. His whole body hurt and he felt like he couldn't even stand, that he shouldn't at least, but he couldn't show weakness. Damn it, this had to happen, wait until they find out there wrong, I am human, but there is something different, something on the inside. Fang thought.

[little lazy]

[Cold]

Of course.
She slumped down onto her belly. "Lower your blade, better yet, lower your butt, you'll get seriously hurt doing that." she said narrowing her eyes at his wounds. "Besides, you can't just waltz into the woods and not expect someone to find you, especially with that smell." she gestured to his sides and arms. She didn't move from the water, the gentle current making her sway slightly in it's wake.
Cold sat down, the water shoulder high s she looked at him with calm blue eyes. "Besides, I can't leave, not now anyways."
Not until it freezes again, at least.
She let out a small sigh, put her head down as she planned her next course of action. Cold could help him, clean him up a bit and get rid of the blood on him. She could probably find some sort of plant too, that is, if he accepted help. He'd die if he refused, no doubt he sensed that as well.