Indelible {Kronas17 x CalamitousNag}

What was going to happen now? Had the relationship changed? Sirris hadn't quite expected the vampire to put his lips on him the way he had, but once he did, Sirris was more than willing to reciprocate. He wasn't one to turn down affection normally and it appeared he made no exception for his common enemy. Go figure.

He should stop calling Uriah that. No one kissed their enemy unless there was underlying manipulation. Sirris didn't know him well but Uriah didn't strike him as the type to be manipulative, he was too straight forward. But then the kiss they had shared had been somewhat aggresive, had it not? There had been no modesty there--by either of himself or Uriah. What did that mean? Was it simply manifested frustrations from lack of a bed partner?

And then Uriah's words came back to him: "Don't worry it's not Sage I'm interested in ... I can assure you it won't be a vampire or a human for that matter."

Sirris pretended to yawn to hide the shiver that ran through him suddenly. Uriah was right next to him and he didn't want to give the appearance of being any type of bothered.

"You've not a modest bone in your body. Why am I not surprised?" Sirris rolled his eyes, deliberately turning his head when he noticed Uriah trying to make eye contact. "Not simply a taste for the vampire kind, but for you... specifically." Sirris was silent for a few moments. "I honestly have no retort for that," he muttered, before slinging his pack around in front of him and removing a map from within.

"You had said we were close, right? To the human encampment, I mean. Are we--rather, you--stopping for the night or are we trying to avoid them?" Sirris asked, deftly switching subjects. He couldn't take dwelling on the kiss any longer, not with the way his heart was still fluttering out of his chest. He could swear that Uriah could hear his rapid pulse. He wandered what he looked like in the vampire's eyes.
 
When did things get so intense between them? A part of Uriah wanted t go back to when they utterly despised on another presence because this....whatever this was becoming was going to end badly for the both of them. When they both reached Viden and represented their people and getting the humans to accept the deal then what? Uriah would go back to his people and simply forget everything that happened? Ignored the feelings that were starting up? It would be easier said then done, not that he wanted to bother denying it anyway.

He could picture the look on his fathers face, his Sire if he told them that he had become more than acquainted with the lycan, that instead of wishing for his death, he wanted to be around him a lot more than he'd care to admit. This was simply a recipe for disaster and yet Uriah couldn't just pretend he didn't care.

Uriah quietly watched as Sirris took out the map while he hummed a small tune. " Yes the camp should be close, I'd say about an hour north if we continue this way. I don't need to stop there but I do think it would be best to try and avoid them". While Uriah had no problem blending in amongst humans he knew Sirris would have a much harder time and hat would just draw unwanted attention.

He wanted Sirris to meet his gaze so that he could read any sort of emotion that might linger on his face but Sirris kept his gaze turned away from him and dead on the trail in front of them. After a little while of walking Uriah suddenly reached out grabbing Sirri's wrist to keep him in place. " The camp was much closer than we thought" Uriah motioned over the small hill that outlined the town, light chattering in the distance could be heard and Uriah slowly retracted his hand. " We can head upwards but I'm not certain it's inhibited my humans as well".

 
Sirris was incredibly grateful when Uriah took the bait and began to talk about the town they would soon run into. So help him, if Uriah had talked about anything else, he was sure he would have lost his composure. Sirris didn't revel in the feeling of uncertainty--in fact, he hated it. But since the encounter, he found that he was increasingly uncertain about a lot of things. Like how to act normally in the other's presence, for instance.

"That would be wise. Let's hope all goes smoothly, though..." Sirris finally stole a glance at the vampire, "when has anything ever gone smoothly for us?" He moved his eyes away before he could be accused of looking.

Again, night rushed to meet them as the sun began to move lower and lower in the sky. They were likely to reach the human village by mid afternoon. Something about that made Sirris uneasy; the humans would only think the worse should two strangers be discovered near their village at the crack of dusk.

Sirris froze up suddenly. There was a grip on his wrist that shocked him still. Uriah was touching--no, holding him. He only relaxed when Uriah let go. Once he had his wits about him, he almost kicked himself when he noticed the din of civilization. Luckily, Uriah had taken notice. What was wrong with him?

"We should be on the lookout--for our own safety. Considering their proximity to 'beast territory,' it wouldn't surprise me if they have charms and hexes about, just to prevent our close passage. They may also have scouts. Be attentive, Uriah," Sirris warned softly before chancing a nervous glance at the vampire. "Perhaps try focusing on something other than... me?" he teased Uriah to diffuse the tension he feels and immediately regretted it. Where has that come from? It was completely contrary to the situation at hand.

Sirris attempted to downplay his joke. "Yes, let's head in that direction. Be wary of vegetation, there may be wolvesbane or something of the sort." Sirris began to move in the direction he believed to be up from the village. "Stay close."
 
Uriah almost faltered in his footing at Sirris's comment. Almost. Raising an eyebrow his brown eyes sought out golden ones. What was he getting at? Had Uriah been too pre occupied on the lycans welling being rather than his own. While he picked up slight hint of teasing maybe what Sirris spoke wasn't too far off. With all his feelings jumbled up and everything he was thinking about after their kiss earlier, he couldn't lie and say that he was fully focused on what need be.

His lip thinned holding in a remark but instead he simply nodded his head and kept his eyes trained in front of him. One thing the lycan was right about was their caution. Despite having the strength and speed to take down a whole town, humans were smart and even more so when they had something to fear. Them. Uriah had no idea what things they had up their sleeves nor did he want to find out.

At the mention of wolves-bane Uriah thought about the dagger he had in his satchel from their battle with the vampires. Maybe someone in the village could point them in the direction of where the daggers came from, who made them in Viden. As the sun slowly sunk down lower Uriah kept more on his guard, eyes wandering before quickly letting his gaze shift to Sirris but not too long, that would just get him another comment about caring for his well being and while it usually wouldn't bother him, for some reason it did.

They were about halfway around the village when the sound of two men came from their west. Uriah frowned. When had they gotten close? He would have heard them by now. His body tensed up as the voices got closer but it was too late to really move and hide. Yeah he could use his speed to move behind a tree but that would just startle the men, at least if he acted human they might let them pass without a problem.

When the three men appeared in sight Uriah watched the smiles on their faces replace it curiosity and suspicion. " Who are you and what are you doing outside the village" One of them men spoke eyeing Uriah up and down before his gaze lingered on Sirris.

" Were just passing through, we don't want any trouble"
" Passing through huh? Yet your buddy there is carry a huge battle axe"
Uriah didn't speak instead he eyed each men slowly trying to calculate a way to get around the men without bloodshed.
" The woods aren't safe you should be smart enough to know that...unless you're stupid" The second man narrowed his eyes and stepped forward towards Uriah.
" The fuck did you say to me" His hot breath hit Uriah's face causing him to frown slightly. " You heard me"
The man gritted his teeth and cocked back his fist to land a blow but Uriah was quick. He moved slightly and used one hand to shove the man back only he went a little too far and collided with the tree a yard back.

It took the two men three seconds to realize what was going on before one shouted and the other one scrambled to pull something out his his bag. " Now now there's no need- this is just a misunderstanding" Uriah tried to reason with them until a horn sounded. Well damn.

 
This was a test. If they failed to pass effortlessly through this small human village, they'd have no chance in Viden. Sirris came to the realization that he had never actually been around a group of humans before. He had seen them from afar (while his kind had been doing their best to avoid them), but he had never been amidst them. Just how exactly did one... "human"?

He was just about to ask Uriah this (he looked enough like one to know, plus he'd probably snacked on one or two in his lifetime) when he could hear them approaching. *Humans.* Oh shit.

Sirris began to whine loud and high before he caught himself. He was unnerved and, while he'd never admit it out loud, he wanted Uriah to do something about it.

The werewolf's nerves were apparent as he looked between the source of the sound and Uriah. They were getting closer. Maybe they should have prepared for something like this. If they'd survive this encounter, he'd have to make a point to rehearse a facade with the vampire.

Sirris froze when the human men confronted them. He didn't look at them directly--he couldn't. His eyes weren't human. Self-consciously, his hand dropped to the axe secured at his waist as he waited for them to lose interest. Luckily, Uriah was handling them well.

Until he called them stupid.

"Uriah, remind me to kick your ass," Sirris ground between locked teeth as he stole discreet glances at the advancing men. Would they get out of this? Sirris began to back up as the men advanced but Uriah did not. The vampire ended up deflecting a punch thrown his way; that was all and good until he ended up overpowering the human.

They'd have to discuss their use of force, too.

The group of men suddenly raised an ear-splitting alarm that had Sirris doubling involuntarily. The horn had been too close for his delicate ears.

Panting and frazzled, Sirris wasn't cognizant enough to notice the way a dozen trees shook against the treeline. Something was coming.

"Ay, men," a burly human man burst through the treeline before stopping short. "Heard the alarm, 'twas close," he panted as he looked in the direction of the newcomers. "What the 'ell you soundin' it far?"

Before he realized it, Sirris's eyes swung to the new threat, gasping when he noticed the man staring at him.

"No--" Sirris begun when the trees began to thrash around them once more.

Then the werewolf heard it--the yelping of dogs.

What luck. They'd managed to run smack dab into a hunting party--which begged the question, what were they hunting?

The yelping got louder as the dogs approached. Sirris was frozen in place. Faintly he thought of the vampire, but all he could see was the potential threat.

His lip began to twitch.

Not too long after, three more men and a gaggle of scent hounds burst into the clearing.

All went silent, tense.

Then the dogs were rushing forward, closing in on the two non-humans. Sirris, out of his mind, started barking and snarling right back. The little shits didn't know who they were dealing with.

Luckily, the dogs faltered but the humans did not, brandishing their firearms and cross bows.

"WHAT THE 'ELL ARE YE?" the burly man shouted above the noise, swinging the end of his shotgun between the short and tall strangers. His eyes fixed on the tall one. "TALK OR I SHOOT!"
 
Wasn't it crazy how things spiraled downhill so quick? One minute the two of them were taking their time, cautious about the encampment and the next they were being closed in by a bunch of humans. Oh and dogs too. Uriah gritted his teeth watching the two men with their guard up, the one who sounded the horn kept his eyes on Uriah before backing up to check his buddy whom he had knocked back into the tree, on accident of course. Maybe just maybe he could get him and Sirris out of this predicament, he'd just use his charm on one of the guys and it would be smooth sailing.

It was just his luck that the sound of pounding feet and grunting noises collected in his ear. Damn these humans assembled fast, but it wasn't just humans it was the dogs. Uriah looked from the two men to the now small crowed of men caring armed rifles and melee weapons and they were now all looking at him and Sirris. Uriah went to open his mouth and start sweet talking the humans but their dogs were already flying towards their direction. Until Sirris barked.

Uriah blinked a few times turning his gaze towards his companion and then slowly back at the humans who looked mortified and in disbelief, and to make matters worse they saw his face and those golden eyes of his. The good thing was that the dogs had cowered down thanks to Sirris but the bad news was now Uriah had a shotgun pointed at his chest.

" Were just travelers trying to get through. We didn't come looking for trouble, things just got out of hand"
" Do I look like I was born yesterday!?" The burly man yelled raised the gun some more and Uriah had a comment for that one but kept it to himself, they were already in a shitty situation as it was.

" Yer friend there don't got no humans eyes so Imma ask ya again. What are you guys"
Uriah eyed the man and then the men behind him. In total there was about ten, not including the man he hit and four dogs. The burly man looked to be the most in control and Uriah didn't have the energy to compel everyone. He'd do. Taking two slow steps forward with his hand raised Uriah eyed the man ignoring his gun pointed at his chest. Wasn't like he'd die from it anyway.

" This was just a misunderstanding you know that" His eyes were now silver as he watched the males face blink slowly and then he nodded. " Misunderstanding" The burly man muttered and Uriah looked over at the rest of the men. It got the man to lower his gun but it was too late. They saw Sirris.

" A misunderstanding ain't good enough, yer friend over there aint human and you...look human but we ain't taking no chances" One lanky guy from the group spoke up getting the grunting and approval of the others besides burly, he was still confused as to what was going on now.

The other men kept their gun pointed while the two men from before motioned towards the gate down the trail. " Start moving or we start blasting bullets into both of ya. So much for sweet talking their way out of this one. " Where you taking us" Uriah spoke as he followed behind the two men while glancing over at Sirris to see if he was okay. Now that they had seen his eyes and knew he wasn't human there was no way the two of them were just walking out the camp all willy nilly.

" To see the chief" The lanky man spoke before putting two fingers in his mouth and whistling and Uriah watched as the gates opened.
 
The little mutts, not recognizing their betters. There was no hope for the common house dog--they had fallen too far from their roots. Just when Sirris was about to give up hope, he realized too late that this was a stupid action on his part.

They were outnumbered--severely. Between the large man and the group spread around them, just waiting for an altercation, there was no way that Uriah and he could escape without a fight. Add to the fact the humans were clued in as to their true identity and likely would exterminate them for the safety of their own clan, their chances for a victimless passage were slim.

A movement at his side saw Uriah approaching the large man with the shotgun. One arm was outstretched. Perhaps they were beyond the point of reasoning.

"*Uriah*," Sirris hissed, afraid the vampire's movement would escalate the situation. He watched, bewildered, as the man began to lower his weapon at the vampire's action. Something clicked at the back of his mind but he couldn't dwell on it--he was being fingered by a thinner man in the group.

There was no point in reasoning so Sirris didn't argue when the humans clearly indicated that they expected for him and Uriah to follow. Instead, he sought out Uriah's eyes, conveying all of his annoyance and unease.

The rest of the party closed in around them, clouding the air with their mortal scent. The reek of dog mixed with it and Sirris had to fight the urge to gag. He should have fought harder to control his mouth.

"To see the chief..." Sirris spoke aloud but his words were directed to the vampire. "To show him their big 'catch' no doubt. What interest are we to your chief, *gentlemen*? Do you regularly abduct envoys just to parade them in front of your leader? Are we not in the 20th centu--" Sirris's biting remark was stunted by a blow to the back of his head. He fought hard with himself not to turn around and bite the face off of the perpetrator with his dull, humanoid teeth.

"Shut it, you freak of nature. It may be the 20th century, but we know what you are. We recognize a monster when we see one. You should be happy we don't load you full of ammunition right this moment," a voice drifted from behind Sirris. Sirris assumed it was the same one who hit him.

"And you..." Sirris could hear the man directing the question to the vampire. "What business have you with a creature such as this? Is he your pet dog? He sure barks like one."

Laughter rose around them.

"Envoys, it says!"

"Bring it to heel!"

Sirris chewed hard at his bottom lip, his patience was nonexistent at this point, but he could see that his words were only escalating the situation.

"Yeah," another man called up as they drew near the gate to the village. "If yer ain't escortin' 'im, what business 'av ye with a monster?"

"Maybe he is one, just one better hid. Keep your eyes on 'em, fellas, case they try to pull somethin'," the lanky man called over his shoulder after he had whistled to the paltry guard manning the gate entrance. "Ay! Hurry it up, you yellowbellies," an older man yelled impatiently. "We got two prisoners here. The chief will want to see 'em."

The sound of the gate's rusty gears grinding against each other was ear-splitting. The wooden gate doors finally opened to reveal a protected haven within. Townspeople could be seen milling about but they all turned at the sound of the opening gates. Some faces showed relief at the return of the huntsmen while others shown curiosity. As the two strangers were ushered inside, those expressions quickly changed.

"Part the way, coming through! Get that child out of here, wot's the matter with ye? They don need to see this!" a stocky man yelled from up front as he cleared the way for the large hunting group.

The dogs scattered around them, running to water bowls set out around what appeared to be the townsquare.

"Do you remember it being this big?" the werewolf spoke to the vampire, eyes wide with awe. Despite their precarious situation, he couldn't help but look around. He had never been in a human village before. Was this what Viden would be like?

Sirris walked as close to the vampire as he could without being obvious. "So what's our story?" Sirris whispered to Uriah between clenched teeth. He knew the vampire would be able to hear him, even if the humans could not. Then, a little more quietly, "are you alright? What did you do to the big one?"
 
Uriah's mind was working overtime in playing out various scenarios that might be able to get them out of this encampment but as of right now it was too risky. Any sudden movements in the other direction would have the humans scrambling with their guns shooting about. They were always too eager to shoot something. He kept his mouth shut and watched as the gates fully opened and the people inside look in their direction. Great they were like circus animals. Some eyed them with curiosity, suspicion, others were more tense and hostile.

The humans had no idea what he was and no their knowledge, what little they had he was a human hanging around a " monster". Uriah tried to spot a strong male or female that would look like the chief but instead all his eyes locked with were middle aged men and woman huddled up next to their homes.

" No I don't remember it being this big, though the last time I saw this place it had been over twenty years ago" Despite them being in a crappy situation Uriah let his eyes linger on Sirris who seemed to be like a kid in a candy store looking around at the buildings and whatnot. Uriah knew that Sirris was at his breaking point with the humans so at his question Uriah hesitated.

" Well they think you belong to me so...we'll stick with that". The lanky men whistled again and Uriah and them stopped in the center of the town. The two men in the front moved out the way towards the fence and leaned on it for support while lanky kept his aim up and the rest simply kept on guard.

" Yeah I'm fine I just... I compelled him to put the gun down". Now while using that sort of ability wasn't that draining Uriah hadn't eaten in some time now and he was getting hungry. A hungry vampire in a town full of humans was going to end in disaster if he didn't eat soon.

After a few moments a elderly man stepped into view, he looked to be about in his early sixties, dark grey hair a big beard, and stood at about 5 foot nine. As he approached he put his hand up and in an instant the guns dropped. Ah so this was the chief. His blue eyes slowly shifted from Uriah, lingered on SIrris and then back to Uriah. " Why have you come here"
" It wasn't by choice, we were on the trail heading around this camp when we ran into three of your men. Things got out of hand and now we're here"

The chief scratched his beard with a raised eyebrow and said nothing for a moment. " And this...man.. this thing he's with you?"
" Yes he is and I can assure you he's harmless. I mean I've been traveling with him for quite some time and I'm still alive". He seemed skeptical, guarded but his eyes were much softer than his body language. He believed Uriah. " Well in that case you won't mind if we hold onto that" The chief pointed to Sirris's battle ax before the burly man from before snatched it out his hand and Uriah prayed that Sirris would cooperate.

" And you people are..."
" Travelers on our way to Viden"
" Ah what for"
" Find who makes wolvesbane daggers".

The chief nodded slowly before motioning towards Uriah's satchel. He pulled the dagger out and handed it to the chief, watching as he eyed the blade and then met his gaze. " Okay then. Well it's getting late anyway and since my men had the trouble of bringing you here and seeing that one of my men is injured, I'll keep you in the holding cell for tonight. In the mornin' you'll be on you way" The chief started walking before pausing to look a burly.

" Take them to the cell and have one of the men bring them food once it's ready".

 
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The chief may have given him direction, but the large, burly man who had fallen victim to Uriah earlier was slow to react. He shook his head as if attempting to clear a fog that refused to let up.

"Y-yes, sir," he mumbled, his voice sounding yards away.

Sirris narrowed his eyes after the chief's retreating form. The human race was a pretentious lot. They turned their noses at differences they didn't understand. To think they'd soon--if they got out of this predicament, that is--be negotiating with the likes of them had Sirris's stomach turning. No wonder alternative thinkers like Sage existed. In reality, both he and Uriah could wipe this entire village off the face of the earth. And they had the nerve to look down on him? No respect? Well, then, Sirris would give none either.

"Uriah, when we get out of this--and we will--I won't leave without you. I trust you'll do the same for m--" Sirris grunted as he fell forward to his knees. Someone had struck him again. He was being imprisoned anyway; why should he restrain himself? His eyes wandered to the vampire and he knew why. He didn't want to put Uriah into any unnecessary danger by acting out. He'd have to learn to talk his way out of this one. That's why he had been chosen for this task, right?

So Sirris didn't fight. Instead, he bore the rough hands as he was seized and tied and carried off to who knew where. He couldn't even look back to Uriah to see if he was faring any better. The restraints were so tight that they limited his range of motion.
The burly men walked in front of the party, every now and then shaking the fuzz from his brain. They were led to an old looking shack, seeming as if it had stood there for centuries. The burly men pulled a key from his belt to unlock the door and walked inside. The three men restraining Sirris hesitated.

"It's open," the burly man called and Sirris was pushed inside. The burly man stood next to an open iron--

No.

No.

It wasn't iron. Oh no, how could he have ever thought otherwise?

Sirris couldn't help it, he began to struggle. The humans were going to throw him into a jail cell made of silver bars. The enclosure was too small and the exposure too much. There was no way he wouldn't be affected by this arrangement.

"No, that's---arggh!---that's unnecessary!!" Sirris roared, but it was three to one and he was bound. Sirris kissed the compacted floor of the cell when he was hurled inside, his bindings still intact.

"Untie me you inbred fools! I am no danger to you in here!"

"We don take orders from a monster, eh. Shut your mouf if'n you know what's good for you," a ruddy man sneered at the lycan's poor attempts to escape his binds. He spat on Sirris, the spittle landing on his leg.

Sirris stilled immediately. He couldn't take this. Reflexively he tried to reach up to break his seal--but he couldn't. He was trapped.
"Sorry, mate. We only got one cell and two," the ruddy gentleman licked his yellowing teeth, "criminals, by the looks of it. You traveled together. You wouldn't mind sharing close quarters, now would you?" The man sneered derisively. "Wonder what'll happen if he gets hungry in the middle of the night. I guess the problem will solve itself, now, right?"

The members of the hunting party fell into laughter. Sirris shut his eyes. He didn't want the relief on his face to show. He didn't know what he'd do if they had tried to separate them.

"Go in. Go on!" the ruddy man goaded, giving the vampire the opportunity to walk in "freely".

"Travelers. Heh. To Viden? They must not know where they're going. The troopers at Viden would shoot them dead on the spot. That goes for you too, infidel," a younger man mouthed to the vampire, shaking his head in contempt--and possibly, a bit of pity. "What kind of man makes company with a monster?"

"Possibly a lonely man," the ruddy man paused for dramatic effect, "well he ain't no more!"

The hunters fell out laughing again. The burly man gathered his wits. "Now that's enough. Out with the lot of ye!"
 
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Sirris's words were cut short by another blow from the humans and Uriah had to bite down on his lower lip to keep from saying something. If he had seen something like this prior Uriah wouldn't have even batted an eye but now...seeing him being treated this way but the humans, made him angry. One of the men cuffed his hands and then motioned for him to follow behind the lycan towards the raggedy ass shack. His body halted to a stop when the man in front of him did and Uriah raised an eyebrow before Sirris began struggling and when he looked inside he understood why. Silver. The three guards managed to toss him on the ground in the cell with smug looks on their faces as if they were so tough. Yeah Uriah'd show them exactly what tough meant.

When the burly man motioned for Uriah to walk into the cell he did so without much of a word. He was too busy trying to come up with a way to get Sirris out of the cell. When the burly man shouted at the others they frowned displeased that he did't find their banter all that amusing but nonetheless they left the shack. Uriah watched as burly sctached his beard and them grumbled to himself while pulling out the chair from the corner and plopping down. " I can believe I have to be the one watchin' these two. Bullshit".

Uriah turned to the lycan to see the discomfort on his face, sweat beading from his forehead. It was torturing him.
" Sir I know we got off to the wrong foot but do I really have to he locked in here with him? Come on"
" Yer were with him before this so what's the problem now"
" He's making me uncomfortable...at least let me sit outside the cell"
" Do I look dumb to ya" The burly man asked and Uriah felt like it was deja vu only this time there was no smart remark from him.
" Of course not but I'm already handcuffed I can't get out" Uriah lifted his hands motioning the restraints as he used as little force as possible. His brown eyes locked with the man as silver peeked in. " Just let me out and he can stay in. Doesn't look like he going anywhere anytime soon anyway".

The burly man frowned looking from Uriah to the lycan before slowly walking to the bar and taking the key out. Thank god. He opened it enough just for Uriah to slip out and then quickly locked the door again. Uriah bumped him slightly as he moved past him and then plopped down on the floor.

" This is bullshit. I need a drink" Burly grumbled before grabbing the door key from the hook and turning back to Uriah to just looked at him. " Don't even think bout tryin' something when I come back. Lucky I even let a traitor like you out" Then he was gone, slamming the door shut and locking it.

Once he was positive the man was gone Uriah jumped up and pulled on the handcuffs until they broke and the metal clanked on the floor and found the key he stole from the guard when he bumped him. As soon as he opened the cell Uriah removed Sirris's restraints and then helped him out the cell. There was little space but there was at least enough room to keep some distance between the lycan and the cell. " Fucking hell" Uriah sighed before crouching down to examine Sirris. They took his bag so they nothing that would help ease him pain, only time would. As for him time was running out.

The hunger pains had already started kicking in and they would only worsen as time passed and soon he wouldn't be able to control it. His eyes were turning silver against his will and Uriah cursed underneath his breath. He knew that they were more than capable to break the door down but that would be no good and only get them killed. The door only had one window with bars and looking through Uriah saw people preparing to eat but it didn't look like anytime soon.

" I should have feed from that man when I had the chance. I wasn't thinking straight" It was true he wasn't. The only thing he was focused on was getting Sirris out that damn cage. As the time passed and night forced Uriah had doubled over in pain, his eyes a deep silver now and his fangs kept protruding despite him wanting them to. What made matters worse was that he would hear the beating hearts of the humans outside the shack but not only them. Sirris's.

At this point Uriah had made sure to but as much distance between them as possible. " I need to feed Sirris....please" his voice broke off with a muffle groan.



 
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The young werewolf was too disoriented to know exactly what was going on around him, but his eyes caught on the tall, hulking vampire in the cell and he knew he was safe. Or, as close to safe he would be in enemy territory, anyway.

Sirris's eyes began to close, his body shutting down to protect itself from the allergen surrounding him. The sound of metal clanking as a lock turned had him jumping back awake.

"Uriah... Uriah..." Sirris began to call for his packmate, his voice incredibly thick and drowsy. He started to slip away again when this time, the loud bang of a door had him jolting straight upward.

It had scared him. Wait, where was he? What the hell happened? His skin was clammy and his breath was labored. He looked around sluggishly for the vampire he could have sworn was here a second ago.

"Uriah...?" Sirris looked around sleepily, only to hear that same metal clanging from a while ago. When he was seized with gentle arms this time, he relaxed. He rubbed his swollen wrists when they were released and he took Uriah's aid when the vampire helped him up and out of the cell.

Once there was some distance between him and the silver irritant, Sirris's mind began to clear. Enough to process that it was now Uriah in trouble. He leaned heavily on the back of a wooden chair and stared hard at Uriah. It was a while before he spoke.
"Thank you.... Uriah. My body would have went dormant if I was in there any longer. I've gotta admit, those bastards aren't stupid," he rubbed his neck, still staring over at the vampire, wary. "Are you alright? I couldn't turn to see what they might have done to you. But considering you got us out of this mess, I'm assuming they didn't restrain you as heavily," Sirris half-spat, finally turning away. Who would have thought they'd run into a hunting party of all things. Of all things! It was almost as if...

They had been looking for them.

Sirris's eyes went wide at the realization and he whipped back around to face the vampire. He was shocked to see the vampire doubled over. Sirris hadn't seen him like this before and, quite frankly, he was a little peeved. He had no idea this was how the vampire would get! How long had he been without blood?

It wasn't until he started walking forward that he noticed Uriah had moved away from him. When he'd managed to do such a thing, Sirris wasn't sure, but he made quick work of closing the gap.

He growled as he approached; it was a façade to hide his worry, though he'd never admit it. "Uriah! What do you mean 'please'? You want me to give you permission to pick off one of these humans? I sure as hell can't go out there and bring one back for you." Sirris's hands flew up into his hair as he began to pace. "And if the fat man comes back, he'd likely raise an alarm, just like those three men did outside the village gates."

Uriah was groaning and every once in a while, Sirris could swore he saw flashes of metal in the vampire's eyes. He hadn't actually seen Uriah in the throes of hunger before and the sight was foreign to him.

The longer he stared at the vampire, the longer he realized what must be done--

If it could be done.

Sirris would let Uriah feed from him, just a little to get him over the worst of it. Sirris couldn't imagine what it must feel like for the vampire. Blood wasn't just for the vampyres' nourishment; it was literally their life blood, albeit borrowed from someone else. Sirris would never have to know the feeling of his blood dying in his veins. The thought alone was enough to make him shiver.

Stopping his pacing, he walked closer to the vampire and squat down to his level.

"Can you stomach my blood, or will it kill you?"
 
Uriah's eyes widened in surprise at Sirri's advancement but when he back up some more it collided with the rough wall and he realized that there was nowhere to go. His eyes closed in attempts to drown out the sound of his beating heart, how powerful it was pumping all that blood through his system. He was loosing it. At the lycans words Uriah forced his eyes open and shook his head. " No drinking your blood won't harm me in anyway. I doubt it would be as tasty as a humans but it's fine" he spoke before sucking in a sharp breath and running his fingers over his throat".

It took him a moment to realize why Sirris had asked him that question and then his eyes quickly shifted back to face the darker male. He was allowing him to feed from him. At this point Uriah was in no position to turn down the offer especially the way his body was responding now, he knew that if he didn't get some sort of blood the minute that guard came through the door it was over for him.

Sirris was a lycan, and animal and therefore his blood would taste like any animal he feed off of, while it kept him over it didn't really replenish anything extra. He moved closer to the lycan gripping his shirt more or less for his benefit and leaned down letting his mouth graze over the base of his neck. The last thing he wanted to do was just slide his fangs into Sirris's neck and have it be a painful experience. It didn't have to be like that.

Instead Uriah started out by kissing the flesh to ease Sirris's nerves while feeling the warmth of his skin radiate onto his lips. He applied more pressure slightly before his tongue flicked out to trail over the sensitive skin. " Relax" his voice whispered in his ear before parting his lips and letting his fangs sink into the lycan's flesh. As soon as the warm liquid filled his lungs Uriah's deep silver eyes turned brighter as he drank.

Not wanting to take too much Uriah pulled away when he had just the amount to keep him content until they left. His lips pressed over the open wound lightly kissing the spot a few more times before his eyes locked with Sirris's golden ones. " Thank you". And Uriah truly meant it. He knew it was hard for Sirris to even allow him to feed from him and keep himself sane during the process. Usually when Vampires drank from humans it wasn't painful or displeasure, quite the opposite actually.

Uriah let a sigh of relief escape his lips before leaning his head back against the wall. His eyes were still a bright silver due to just feeding and the blood working double time to give him the nourishment. " I pray Viden isn't so hostile but a part of me already knows that it'll be a lot worse. While there is people who know of us coming not everyone will be...welcoming".

 
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Sirris scoffed as he scooted closer to the retreating vampire. "Tasty, huh?" How such vile beings could be anything close to a delicacy was beyond him. But, Uriah would know, Sirris wouldn't. He loosed the ties of his tunic. "It's good to know our people's hatred didn't stem from a bad blood deal," Sirris chuckled morosely.

Suddenly Uriah took a hold of him and Sirris knew that whatever hang up he had had was over now. At the feel of lips on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, Sirris tensed, no matter Uriah's reassurances. The neck was such a vulnerable place for lycans. So many different feelings could be conveyed here by touch alone, and here Sirris was, exposing it. He had to focus hard to calm himself, the anxiety working it's way up his throat. He instead focused on the gentle kisses Uriah rained there and he smiled; Uriah knew he was uncomfortable and was actively trying to calm him. That was enough to make Sirris want to cooperate, so he went limp and he felt the sharp pierce of pain as Uriah finally bit him.

He tried to focus to see if he could feel h the blood draining from him, but he felt nothing. Just the pressure of Uriah's fangs in his skin.

Sirris was acutely aware when Uriah pulled his fangs out, but that was the only uncomfortable thing he felt. He now relaxed into the additional kisses that Uriah put to his skin. Was this his way of cauterizing the wound? Sirris smirked to himself and met Uriah's eyes when he came up.

"For borrowing my blood? I guess such a thing can be forgiven," Sirris muttered drowsily. He reached a hand out towards Uriah to cradle his cheek. He didn't know how much Uriah had taken, but he blamed this sleepy feeling on a combination of the lots of blood and the amount of silver taking its toll. He'd need to rest a while longer.

The same hand that had reached to cradle the vampire's cheek slid back into Uriah's hair and Sirris used the momentum to drape his upper body across Uriah's. He sighed in contentment at the fact that their bodies aligned perfectly. It put his mouth at the level of Uriah's own neck and he mimed the licks and nips that he was given. He rubbed his cheek against the smooth column of neck, revelling in the vibration caused by Uriah's voice.

With a tired voice, he agreed. "That young human said that we'd be shot on the spot. Guess we can't say they didn't warn us, right?" Sirris mused, his eyes closing as he rested. "We'll also have to come up with a better ruse should we be detained again," he smiled.
 
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Uriah moved into Sirris's touch as he felt his hand cup his cheek and then move their way up into his hair. Their bodies were now molded perfectly and Uriah let his hands rest on the lycans lower waist. The feeling of Sirris's tongue and lips on his neck caused him to shudder slightly as his hands gently squeezed Sirris's waist in response. It was quite funny how despite the two being hold up in some rinkidy dink shack hold against their will, in this moment having Sirris with him like this. He was more relaxed than he should be.

He hummed in response to Sirris's comment while his fingers lightly drew designs along his shoulder down to his back. " I'm positive we'll be able to come up with something. Viden...it's filled with people just like the ones here but if we can find atleast one human who not so eager to shoot first and ask questions later, it might make things slightly easier for us to navigate through there".

Well he could at least hope. The last time he had been to Viden he was a boy and being the kid that he was, Uriah didn't really pay attention to the humans. He was too busy following behind his brother. Though this time he wouldn't be with other vampires, Sirris would stick out like a sore thumb because of his eyes and with Uriah calmly by his side they'd know what he was immediately.

Some time passed and Uriah continued to rub Sirris's back while he rested while listening to his breathing. He only stopped when the sound of keys working in the door and the burly man came into view. His eyes darted from the cell to the two of them on the ground but before he could open his mouth Uriah shook his head.

" You don't need to alert anyone I mean...do we look hostile to you?" Uriah motioned to their bodies with an un amused look and he watched the man slowly comply before placing the to plates of food down on the ground only to dissapear and return with a small canteen on water. " Chief says this is all you get. He'll see you both bright in early in the morning" And with that he closed the door and locked it.

Uriah let out a small sigh of relief. He honestly didn't want to mess with his mind again. The two plates of food had two pieces of chicken and what look like a small portion of steak and a spoon full of mash potatoes. Still with one arm wrapped around Sirris's body, Uriah leaned over and grabbed one plate to bring it closer before doing the same to the other other. His fingers ran through the lycan's hair before he pressed a chaste kiss on the males forehead. " It's your turn to eat".
 
For one who subsisted on the lifeblood of others, it never failed to amaze him by just how responsive the vampire's body was.

"Let us hope. Though, maybe that's the point. Maybe we shouldn't be hiding what we are. Either wway, who's to say they'd even give us a fair chance," Sirris said into the side of Uriah's neck. In the back of his mind, he knew that laying here out in the open tempted fate. What would the humans do if they knew that the two of them had escaped? Even so, he found himself quite at ease on the vampire, enjoying the feel of the vampire's hard body against his own. That and whatever Uriah was doing to his back had him purring.

Sirris spoke too soon.

At the jingle of keys, Sirris went so rigid that if he had been a knife, he would have sliced the vampire in two. Shit, shit, shit! The werewolf tensed, ready to either spring into the cell or onto a human's head but Uriah didn't miss a beat. He confronted the human with such nonchalance that Sirris would have felt strange if he had reacted any other way. Instead, he took the vampire's cue and remained motionless. His ears piqued at the sound of the human dropping items onto the floor. He daren't turn his head to see exactly what the man was doing.

When the man has closed the door, Sirris whipped his head around and stared at it. And then he turned and stared at Uriah. "Did you compel him again? How long can the spell hold?"

Perplexed, Sirris turned back around to the door and the smell of nourishment. His stomach naturally growled, but he forced himself not to get to excited.

And then he was moving. Well, Uriah was moving and Sirris hadn't quite yet removed himself from the vampire yet.

Sirris swallowed when he realized what the vampire had done. He looked up at Uriah and pinned him with an unreadable look. He was looking out for him? Sirris growled possessively and his gaze dropped to the vampire's lips that had just touched his forehead. He would rather kiss him again.

"I'd love to take you up on that offer, but I'm afraid I cannot. It could be poisoned and that's another problem we don't need. I don't quite trust them to let us sit in here and rot. Something's not right about this whole setup," Sirris spoke, his eyes closing as he leaned forward towards the vampire. He really, really wanted to kiss him again.

"Don't you think it strange? This town is obviously no stranger to dealing with the likes of us. A hunting party right around the entrance to the town? A jail cell coated in silver? Even the chief wasn't so surprised when you showed him that dagger," Sirris shook involuntarily. "Uriah... I think they had planned to intercept us. Who's to say they don't plan to kill us by morning?"

Sirris finally gave in to the desire and leaned forward to kiss the vampire fully on the lips. He felt like he was being reckless with his time, but the vampire had been so gentle with him that he couldn't help showing his appreciation.
 
Uriah shook his head at Sirris's comment. " No I didn't compel him this time, I simply reasoned with him. Unlike the other men who led us in here he was only skeptical of us, no lingering hatred". His fingers slowly came to a halt when the darker male denied the meal but when he explained why Uriah understood completely. He was right, something was off. From the moment he had spotted the encampment he was surprised by how big it had grown over not that long of a time. Not only was there people looking for them with the whole squad but their leader was more than calm about them arriving, even as far as offering them food.

They had to leave before morning came. They already had silver cells and the way the chief was eyeing the silver dagger....yeah they were planning something. Uriah figured someone would come back to check, he'd give them some time and if no one bothered to come their way he'd pick the lock or simply have him and Sirris break the door off.

When Sirris's kissed him Uriah's body responded almost immediately. His lips parted slightly as their mouths moved at a smooth rhythm. His hands that were gripping the lycan's waist gently pulled his body into him more as if that were even possible but he felt their closeness wasn't enough. He wanted more. Uriah leaned forward slightly so his body was somewhat hovering over Sirri's as he ran his tongue over the lycan silently asking for entrance and when he was allowed Uriah playfully fought for dominance. His fingers trailed down to the waistband of Sirris's pants while his fingers grazed over his abdomen.

Yes Uriah was getting carried away but in the moment he didn't care. Well until he heard nearby voices. Halting in his movements he slowly moved away from Sirris and got on his guard. From what he could tell it was four of them and one voice rang out. The lanky man. When the door opened Lanky raised an eyebrow looking from Uriah to the lycan and then frowned.

" N' what the fuck is this? How the fuck is this monster out his cage" Lanky had a gun in his holster and a whip in his hand, the other two simply had bats and the last one, the one Uriah had knocked into a tree earlier held a rifle. Good lord.
" Looks like he's needs to be taught a lesson" Lanky spoke and the curly headed man nodded walking over to Sirri's while rifle man kept his gun aimed at him.

" I see you ain't eat ya food. Ungrateful fucks" Lanky and curly's foot extended out to kick Sirris who was on the ground and then the red head standing next to rifle man turned his attention on him. " And you worse for being around that thing."
Uriah winced feeling the blow of the bat and made sure to exaggerate the pain a little more. But it did hurt. Lanky continued on with the verbal teasing and then he unraveled some of the whip and Uriah tried to get up but rifle man hit him with the end of the gun causing him to grunt in pain.

They didn't know that Uriah was trying to save them from getting over killed and despite wanting it to happen the sounds of the four men being torn apart would wake everyone.
 
Sirris was about to open his mouth to question Uriah more but he happily forgot to when Uriah accepted his kiss. Uriah didn't have to untie him. He could still be using Sirris; after all, it's not like they knew each other that well. But there was something he could trust in the vampire and it made him feel safe. He had never expected it to turn out like this, but he was glad it had. They would be stronger fighting together instead of constantly fighting each other.

Now if they could just manage to stay apart--well, that was another thing. Sirris smiled into the kiss as Uriah bent him backward and all but owned his mouth. All of these little nuances, even the way Uriah kept teasing the skin at his waist, were all foretellings of good things to come. The vampire was eager and he made no attempts to hide it.

Good. He could keep up.

Sirris may have escalated the matter if his sensitive ears didn't pick up on the sound of moving bodies just beyond the prison's walls. His eyes darted to Uriah and he saw that Uriah had caught it, too. He was already pulling away. Damn those humans and their imperfect timing; he had to stop himself from pulling the vampire back to him.

And then he realized the position they were in. Neither Uriah nor Sirris were in the cage they had left them in earlier. The humans would panic. Shit! He hadn't thought this through.

Sirris twisted away, hunching over into a vulnerable looking position that he could easily leap out of. It surprised him how much the humans thought they had the upper hand in this situation. They approached him slowly with weapons drawn, as if they expected him not to attack. His right hand clasped at the base of his neck futilely and his eyes widened.

Oh, shit. The humans *did* have the upper hand. Outside of the full moon, Sirris couldn't transform if his binding seal was intact. They had confiscated it at some point. A sinking feeling hit Sirris at the same time as the realization did: the humans knew he needed the binding ring to transform. This only further confirmed the theory that the humans had been waiting for them.

Which meant that it was no longer a simple misunderstanding. It was now a matter of self-defense.

When a leg came flying at his face, Sirris fought himself to let it happen. Oh, no. This wasn't how it was going to go. They thought they could come in here and terrorize them now? Sirris almost said as much when the dull sound of impact and Uriah's grunt of pain caught his ear.

Forget words.

When the curly-haired man tried to kick him again, Sirris was ready for it. Sirris grabbed the foot and yanked hard, throwing the curly-haired man off balance and causing him to eat the ground awkwardly. Sirris didn't stop and used the momentum to surge past him, grabbing for and ripping at the gun holstered at Lanky's hip. Lanky had been shocked still when the lycan attacked the curly-haired man, but Sirris wasn't quick enough. Lanky recovered and the whip he'd had ready for the vampire, he lashed and grabbed the lycan by his throat. Sirris fell forward, breathless, as the man yanked hard. The curly-haired man hadn't risen yet but the red-haired man who had been standing over Uriah turned on the lycan and squeezed the trigger. The loud bang made Sirris freeze as the shot ricocheted less than two inches from the lycan's face. Sirris looked up in time to see the burly man grappling with the red-haired man's gun.

"Dun you dare, Alfred! The chief'll have you hanged! He ain' worth it," the burly man shouted. The red-haired man was shouting back at him, but before Sirris could take advantage of the distraction, he screamed when a white hot pain cut into the muscle of his calf. When the burning didn't stop he screamed louder when he realized what it was.

Silver.

Lanky still had the whip around his neck so Sirris couldn't defend himself from the curly-haired man at his back. The feral human ripped the dagger out and raised it high, this time ready to plow it into the werewolf's heart.
 
Well shit this was not how it was suppose to go down. Uriah lifted his head up to see the whip wrapped around his neck while groaning in pain. This was going downhill and fast. And when did burly get here? Though Uriah wasn't going to complain because if it wasn't for him the first bullet would have been right in the lycan's skull right now. When the darker male cried out in pain Uriah's gaze shot from the red head down to his calf to see blood mixed with silver oozing out of the wound. They had silver bullets too.

Cursing under his breath Uriah was done holding back. Standing up he lunged at the curly hair male gripping up by his shirt he slammed the man into the wall with enough force that he gasped for air and dropped the dagger and Uriah was quick to grab it, taking the same weapon and stabbing him in the leg. When he went to cry out in pain Uriah slammed his hand over his mouth. He could hear burly charging his way and pulling the dagger out he turned slightly and threw the blade hitting the man in the shoulder and he groaned staggering in his movements. When the red head went for the rifle Uriah beat him to it and broke the gun. The man was too scared to move and Uriah simply snapped his neck.

Lanky had moved for the gun tucked underneath his shirt. " I knew ya was a monster too and you's will die one" When Uriah went to move Lanky pulled the trigger twice. Once bullet hit his shoulder and then other his chest. Uriah only paused in movement to see where he was hit before clenching his jaw as his eyes darkened and he watched Lanky stumble back.

In an instant Uriah had the man by the throat and he squeezed while watching Lanky struggle as his throat was being crushed and soon him movements stopped. Burly looked too afraid to move and Uriah could practically smell the fear radiating off of him. He sent his foot out kicking the man clean in the face sending his body flying back into the cell with a hard clank and his body dropped limp.

Uriah turned back to Sirris crouching down to look over his calf, the bullet was still inside and it needed to come out fast. " Bare with me this is going to hurt" he gently grabbed the calf before seeing how deep the bullet went and then he squeezed. The amount of silver pouring out of his leg was good but he still couldn't see the bullet. When it was finally visible Uriah quickly moved to where the canteen of water was and checked the pockets of each the males until he found some cheap excuse of tweezers on red heads body. After cleaning it with water Uriah moved down and pulled the bullet out.

He poured the rest of the water over the open wound and then tore a piece if his shirt to wrap around the wound for now. " I know your leg hurts but we have to get out of here before some one comes looking for them".
 
The pain caused by the silver dagger was continuous, it didn't ebb and throb like a normal wound. Silver was a poison to lycans, and while the knowledge may not exactly be a secret, it was eerie just how prepared the humans had come.

Maybe it was the chief who had sent them after all. Maybe he had made a public "display" of hospitality and fair treatment, but in the dark of night, he'd send his soldiers to torture them so that when they found back, they would inevitably be the monsters. It was a fool-proof theory--if he dared to give the humans that much credit.

Sirris used the distraction of Uriah's attack to unwind the whip from around his throat. He was thankful that it was the one thing not coated in silver. Sirris moved away from the kerfuffle behind him as best he could. The whole right side of his body was going numb--the poison was spreading.

After a few seconds, a hesitant calm befell the jailhouse. Sirris looked around him to see the limp bodies of the red & curly-headed men, the burly man slumped in pain and the lingering look of shock on the lanky man's face, frozen even in death. The werewolf's eyes moved about slowly before they settled on the vampire. "Thanks," he said matter-of-factly. He looked at Uriah with concern; did the vampire not realize that there were two bullet holes in him? He would likely need to feed soon to replenish the bloody supply he would lose.

"If it wouldn't sicken you to do so, might I suggest you feed from these humans while they're still warm and you have the chance," Sirris murmured, each eye no longer seeing the same thing. The werewolf's rasping intake of breath darkly resembled a chuckle. "I'm not so sure killing them was the best idea, but may as well take advantage of it. This spat will put a bounty on our heads for sure--if there's not one already."

Sirris watched the vampire approach with blurry vision and winced when the vampire touched him. Why he winced he had no idea; he could no longer feel the leg. He only felt the pain. Sirris nodded as Uriah set about removing the silver from his body.

He tried to watch the vampire as he worked, but his vision was now darkening. "Not too long ago, I... remember you saying something about having a special way of... treating a wound. I wonder what that may be..." Sirris mused, just shy of off-the-wall.

Once Uriah had extracted the majority of the silver and poured water over the open wound, Sirris began to feel tinglings of feeling returning to the limb. The removal of silver had worked tremendously. "I... owe you one, you know. If I could just get my pack, I have... some more antidote. That'll stop the flesh from rotting further."

Uriah was only speaking the truth--they had to get the hell out of here. They couldn't leave without his pack, though. And his sealing ring for that matter. There was just no way around it.

Too bad they had no clue where the humans had hidden the items.

"U-uriah, I must get my pack. And the ring. I can't survive without them. Where do you think they could have hidden it?" Sirris had a feeling the items may be with the chief (likely being inspected), but where would they even start?

Sirris looked again at the humans around them. He had an idea.

"L-let's make them look like they're just unconscious. Maybe we should... move them into the cell? It may buy some time until the humans realize otherwise." And hopefully by then, they'd be long gone.

Sirris began to uncurl his leg, gritting his teeth against the renewed pain. The only good thing about it was that more pain meant that the feeling was returning. Too bad the silver all but disabled his natural healing abilities.

Speaking of healing abilities... Sirris looked to the vampire once again. "Your wounds.... the bullets. Can you heal while they're still in you?"
 
Uriah nodded his head looking at the bodies laid out around the small shack and he grabbed the closest two and pulled them into the cage in a somewhat slouched position before dragging the rest. The burly male and curly head were only unconscious, their small groans only vocalized when he sat them up in a decent position close to lanky and red heads lifeless ones. His eyes darted down to Sirris's calf before frowning and moving to the door only to halt right at the entrance at his words. Once again he had completely overlooked his wounds because he was too preoccupied on Sirris.

Looking down at his two wounds Uriah gritted his teeth as his body forced the bullets out of his skin and they clanked on the floor. He sucked in a small breath before motioning for Sirris to follow him, " Don't worry my wounds will heal on their own. Right now we have to find our things to help heal your leg". The more time that Sirris went without the antidote the worse his leg became and that was more than enough reason to get Uriah moving through the quiet village. The only good thing that he had to their advantage was the night sky, though the sun would be peeking its head through soon, by the time that happened hopefully they would be out the encampment by then.

He made sure to look around just incase there were other men and women on watch but he saw no one. Uriah figured that the five bodies laying in the cell were the ones who usually took turns making rounds. Better for them until someone showed up to check on them. Now the main task was to figure exactly where the chief held their belongings and the only thing he could figure would be the older mans room. As he walked down the dirt trail past the smaller houses he glanced back every once in awhile to check on Sirris before stopping in front of a house which looked like it belonged to the chief.

" Stay here and keep an eye around in case you see or hear someone coming. With your leg worsening the last thing we need if for there to be anymore lycan traps around the place. I'll be fine and if I don't come out in ten minutes...then you can check for me". Uriah's kind was skilled in natural stealth and hiding in the shadows, the chief wouldn't even notice him in there. He quietly opened the side window and let out a small sigh of relief when it didn't squeak but he did notice some garlic hanging around the house and small stakes mantled on the wall next to a few guns and daggers. One of them being his.

Huh humans and there superstitions. The garlic did nothing but made him wrinkle his nose before moving down the hall and quietly lifting the dagger from the mantle. One of the far rooms was agar but it was pitch black, not that he had any problem seeing through the darkness. When he slipped the the crack long behind Uriah laid eyes on his satchel and Sirris's bag. The chief was sound asleep with an older woman close to his age, most likely his wife curled up next to him. When he reached for the bag he still when he heard shuffling in the bed but glancing over he saw the woman simply turned over.

Time was ticking. Uriah could see that he had about twenty more minutes before sunlight you start making it's way through and he had no idea when these people started waking up. Uriah quickly slipped out the room and then looked through the other rooms before finding Sirris's battle ax on a board table next to other tools but the room....the room itself was horrifying. Grabbing it he slipped back out the window and then handed Sirris his ax and bag before grabbing his arm and dragging him with him. " Time to go". There was no way they could go through the front door without making too much noise. The only option Uriah saw was jumping over.
 
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