A Trip To Frozen Hell. [Finished]

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[ Warnin'! There be blood and rape and... uh... Kidnapping... and psychological stuff. Not to much in detail, but, it's there, and this is a warning. XP So don't read it if you have a problem with any of that! ]

Cold. Holy damning crap was it cold. Jaks had his hood down, his long pointed ears poking up past his head, the ear tips pink from the cold. The fluff from his good framed his rosy face and he cursed his reflection in a store window. All this cold was making his cheeks and lips red, and he moved a gloved hand to rub at his face and smack some heat into it.

Upside to being a male elf. He could hear well and was rather dexterious with his digging.

Downside to being a male elf. He looked like a goddamned chick anyway.

Jaks felt an eyebrow twitch as he shuffled through the snow to get to the bloody Inn. Jaks shuffled backwards to look at its name, then snorted in disgust when the name was covered by icicles and snow. Of course it was. This was Hyoite. This wouldn't Hyoite if there was a lick of warm sunshine or if something wasn't covered in snow. Only good thing that was happening right now was that it wasn't snowing and there was no wind.

Though, the young archeologist wished he'd kept his hood on. After he'd pushed it off he'd fallen down and filled it with snow. No way was he going to plunk that on his head. Shuffling back through the snow of evil doom, he pushed open a door to the Inn and was greeted with noise, warmth and light.

"Oh, thank gods."

He'd been here about four hours earlier, before the dinner rush. It was chillier, quieter and dimmer. Must be a popular place, this nameless Inn. Jaks removed his jacket and shook off the snow outside the Inn quickly before entering, his long sleeved white shirt stuck to his back from when the small bits of snow fell down his coat.

" I hate snow." Jaks muttered before pushing his messy brown hair out of his face and hanging his coat up on a free hook by the door. What he wanted now was alcohol and food. Then he'd be off again to relieve the workers he'd left. He had three hours. A forlorn noise and Jaks closed his eyes before wandereing towards the bar in another part of the Inn.

The bartender took one look at Jaks before plunking a small glass of whiskey before him and calling an order to the kitchen. He shot the whiskey, giving a rediclous face in the process and shuddering before pressing his elbows to the bar and pushing his hair out of his face.

The bartender plunked down another shot. Jaks grabbed in and slammed the small glass on the table after sighing and stretching. The tables behind him were full, but the seats beside him were empty and all the bartender was doing was filling the little elf up with booze. "Back outside in three hours. Can't get me drunk, Mr.Bartender." he mused aloud before pressing his elbow to the table and smooshing his head onto it.

Snow.

Blegh.

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There were two reasons he actually liked Hyoite. The cold, because it didn't bother him and it didn't make him uncomfortable. And the small influx of people. Those that frequented Hyoite either knew of him, and kept their distance, or they didn't but got the vide from those that did... and so kept their distance. This was as much of a home as he'd allow himself, and S'ric didn't want bothered when he was here. Only when he came to the inn was he open to company. It was where potential employers knew where to find him. Usually by the time someone sought out S'ric for a bounty, they were desperate, willing to pay quite a bit, and that overrode the urge to stay away from the man. As anyone with any sort of brain power would be able to quickly pick up on.

Not only was he physically intimidating at over 6 and a half feet tall, but there were blizzards with more warmth than his eyes. S'ric looked like he belonged in Hyoite more than anyone simple because he matched the decor. White hair, pale blue eyes, lack of tan... even his coat was a cooler shade of blue. He looked no older than mid-twenties if one were to take a quick, brief look. Though the weight of many centuries could be felt in his gaze. He was as much a part of the scenery here as the blizzards, snow, and cold. Those around here knew what to expect from him, and in that, there was an easy truce. They left S'ric and his business alone, and he 'behaved'. His actual home was set some distance from the village, and no one bothered that stretch of territory. Or at least, no one did that was aware a very territorial werewolf had claimed it for his own. There was a small cabin set up, with his very minimal personal effects, and what constituted as his private home. Only a handful had seen it, and none of them were happy about it. It'd been roughly 50 years since S'ric had found another favorite though. That generally made some people around him a little more skittish. A S'ric with someone to go back to was a generally content werewolf.

So when he entered the inn, there was a brief lull in the conversation. Just like a collective intake, minute... it'd be missed if one wasn't paying attention. He took a moment to survey the crowd, attention passing over everyone to assess whether they were new, whether they were interesting, and who might be potential employers. Nothing too interesting. A lot of regulars. The tables were even filled, which meant most of them were trying to get out of the cold for the evening. Before returning home.

He made his way through the crowd and toward the bar. Where an unfamiliar face happened to be. Well, well. S'ric claimed a stool on one side, leaving an empty one between them. The bartender said not one word before pouring S'ric a glass of vodka, straight. The man neither made eye contact nor lingered enough to fulfill any more orders for the elf so close to S'ric.

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The moment of silence had Jaks blinking and tilting his head. Not paying attention to it kept him from turning around to actually look at what made it quiet. He just focused on his empty glass, fingers tracing the top of it while he waited for his food. Which he would continue to do for a while yet. Watching from the corner of his eye, he pursed his lips and frowned deeply once the strange man beside him got his drink and the bartender... Ran away?

Jaks frowned and poked at his own small glass, tapping the side of it with a nail. His cheeks and ears still red from the cold. Two minutes. The bartender had been hovering just a moment ago, but when the big scary guy popped up, Poof Goes the Bartender. Unfair. Jaks remained calm though. Five minutes. Jaks politely cleared his throat before he turned towards the man sitting beside him, resting a knee on the empty chair between them.

Green eyes were narrowed and he glared.

"Okay. I've been out in the snow all damn day and I want some food, you pop up and" Jaks hands went up to do a lame game of 'jazz hands.' " Bartender screws off." He leaned in to glare. "Now, I'm going to blame this on you because I'm sure as hell not a giant scary man-beast."

Which he was going to regret later. His mouth ran away with him. Tired, hungry, pissed off and full of whiskey - which was going to do a better job since not only was he intolorant to alcohol, he had no food in his stomach - he just leaned and glared. Jaks could see how large this man was. A good foot taller than he was at least. His hands looked massive and Jaks took a moment to look at his own, he didn't have feminine hands but they looked down right girly when he looked back at the weird mans.

Okay. Calm down. " So. For ruining my night, you can buy my meal for me," Jaks flashed a sarcastic smile, "Or, you can move. 'Cause you're scaring away the bartender. " His sarcastic smile turned into a sneer and he haunched over his empty glasss, his finger tapping at it again. Oh.. Damn. This guy could smoosh his skull with a single hand. Licking his lips and closing his eyes briefly, Jaks kept up the bravado and glared towards the huge stranger.

He was going to regret this. Good thing though, he had to leave into the snow again, and if this guy was sane, which Jaks was counting on, that would be that and Jaks would be free of the scary giant guy.

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S'ric took a small sip of the alcohol. He'd had it enough it was more like water now. There wasn't much of a taste, nor was there a burn. Why bother with the drink? Because he drank whatever the bartender served. Sometimes it was vodka, sometimes whisky, and others water. He wasn't picky, paid the same, and only ever had one glass. S'ric only planned on being around long enough to finish the glass, then he'd go hunting, and retire... What's this...

He'd not been paying enough attention, so he'd missed when the new comer had cleared his throat. But now it seemed not only was the elf... talking to him... but glaring. And upset. S'ric glanced to the side, ice blue eyes settling on the elf as he... proceeded to rant. At him. About the gods only knew what. For the briefest of moments, while S'ric stared, those in the immediate area stared as well. Clearly they thought the elf was crazy. No one yelled at S'ric. No one blamed him for anything... and no one demanded anything of him. If the bartender had been keeping his distance before, he was now thoroughly engrossed in cleaning the farthest corner of the bar with a fervor that bordered on obsessive.

S'ric blinked once. If he'd heard anything at all, it didn't register on his face. And when the elf leaned in, still glaring, S'ric seriously contemplated pinning him to the floor and showing him what happened when you snapped at someone bigger than you. The werewolf slowly let go of his glass when it seemed the little elf was done. They were rapidly becoming the center of attention to those in the bar, though no one openly stared. Just keeping an eye out, waiting for S'ric to snap. He was about to say something, but oh, this little elf was not done.

" So. For ruining my night, you can buy my meal for me. Or, you can move. 'Cause you're scaring away the bartender. "

S'ric took a long moment, letting silence fall between them and in the immediate space around them, while he considered the elf. He was slender, which did appeal to S'ric. The eyes were expressive, and while the hair wasn't something too extraordinary, his personality was more than making up for it. Was S'ric curious? Oh yes. Was that a bad thing for the elf? Hell yes. It'd been awhile, 50 years, since the wolf in S'ric had found someone that made it stir. And this snappy elf seemed to fit the bill. As far as S'ric was concerned, he'd just found a new possession. With what would pass for consideration for those around him, he didn't drag Jaks to the floor then and there. He'd let him eat. First. And people said S'ric wasn't considerate.

With a smile that would've frightened a polar bear, S'ric murmured, "Fair enough. A meal it is." Jaks didn't know what that meant, but everyone around him did. So it had seemed S'ric had found someone that had captured his express attention. Despite what that would mean for Jaks, it seemed everyone around him was more... relaxed. S'ric waved at the bartender, who knew this routine. When S'ric was interested in someone, the bartender treated them with the same attention he treated S'ric. Which meant, for the rest of the evening, Jaks would get what he wanted. If the bartender seemed to feel sorry for Jaks, it'd be hard to tell.

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Was silence supposed to be this loud? Jaks had good hearing, he could hear people breath, he could hear them shift in their chairs, someone in the far corner whispered something to his friend. Apparently Jaks had made a bad move if everyone was only pretending not to listen. Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. Screw that. He wasn't from Hyoite. He had to leave soon. What did Jaks care about pissing off some Hyoite native who... Looked sort of like a blizzard.

The silence made his heart race and Jaks curled his hands into fists on the bar while he stared down. He wasn't afraid of the strange guy! He was just... Worried about getting his head smooshed. Jaks looked over to glare, pulling on his fake bravado to mask his fear of Head Smooshing and rose an eyebrow, his heart skipped a beat when he saw that smile.

He was so dead.

This guy was going to open his mouth and say something so scary, so horrifying Jaks was going to faint on the spot and be thrown outside and –

"Wait, what?" Jaks blinked, his frown slowly turning into smirked, he'd won? This guy was actually going to buy his meal for him? Jaks looked around, everyone looked a little calmer. Oh, right, he was supposed to be a tough elf. Tough guy. "I mean... Yeah... That's what I thought." Jaks leaned back when the meal was placed in front of him and he payed no attention to the bartender. The guy had flounced off and left his poor hungry customer all alone!

Horrible service.

" Wouldn't get treated like this back in Ketra." Jaks murmuered before poking food into his mouth and chewing, his green eyes flicking back towards S'ric. Still grumpy at him. Jaks had the unwilling urge to stand next to him to see if he was to his elbow or his shoulder. Jaks himself was only 5'7", almost his entire crew - who were still working out in the middle of no where - was taller than him and poked at him that the only thing bigger that he had was his ears.

Jaks swallowed his food and wiped at his mouth with a napkin. " I'm Jaks. Who are you? And... " the brown haired elf frowned slightly before poking at his food with the fork, half of it gone already. Hm. He didn't remember eating all of that. "What did you eat to get so..." Jaks waved his fork around, indicating to the strangers body " huge?"

Because Jaks wanted some. Bad enough he looked like a lady when he was covered up from the neck down, even worse that he was short for a guy and had the courage of a kitten when it came down to it.

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S'ric recognized when the elf's bravado shattered around him. He was a submissive with a loud yap, and no bite. If S'ric had a preference, that was it. Enough to get him in trouble, enough that S'ric would be inclined to teach him a lesson, but not enough S'ric would kill him. There was a very fine line his favorites walked. One push too far, and S'ric would be more inclined to rend and tear than bite. Really, it was the boring ones that lucked out. He'd leave them. With no fight, no snap to his growl, they were just... too weak. He wanted enough fight to be interesting. Not enough to really make him mad.

The werewolf was aware Jaks was talking to himself, and because he was paying express attention to the elf, he heard it. Exceptional hearing and all. S'ric already knew the elf wasn't from around here, but now he had a better idea of where he'd come from. It didn't make much of a difference, Jaks wouldn't be leaving now. His wants, whims, and wishes paled in comparison to S'ric's wants. And having found someone that sparked his interest, he was more interested in dragging Jaks back to his home, shredding those cloths, and sating himself. But again, he'd wait until the elf was done eating... Just the little niceties he extended to those he was interested in.

S'ric was fine with letting silence settle between them. He never picked someone for their award winning conversation skills. But this elf seem particularly inclined to, well, talk. And exchanging names was probably a good idea. Not terribly important, but...  S'ric picked up his drink, took a sip, before turning his attention back to the elf. Jaks was the name. Feeling in a better mood now that he had something to look forward too, the werewolf answered, "Name's S'ric. And I eat whatever I hunt down." Since his eyes were already on Jaks, he let himself take stock of him again.

It was remotely appealing he was so much more slender than S'ric. Smaller. Easier to move about as he wanted, carnally a delight to mold. And if Jaks was as delicate as he seemed, it just meant S'ric would have a better time of it provoking the responses he wanted from him. Those who were easy to hurt were quicker to learn. As S'ric's cold gaze swept over Jaks body, he couldn't help but smirk a little. Wondering how long Jaks would last, wondering... a lot of different, dark things that most people did not consider when they first met someone. But for S'ric, they were now the sole purpose of Jaks.

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Hunt down.

Jaks snorted. That was funny. Hunt down. What did he hunt down, snow bunnies? Snow bunnies didn't make a man a giant. Or bears. But humans were no match for bears.  He chuckled again and turned back to his meal to finish eating, the napkin balled up and placed in the middle of the plate as he pushed it aside and looked over again. The weird guy was staring at him. Jaks offered a smile that looked more like a grimace and he slid off the chair and wiped off the random crumbs he'd accidentally gotten on his lap.

Oh, look at the time! He had to go now. " Uh... S'ric." Jaks paused incase he'd gotten it wrong before continuing, " Lovely meeting you. But, I have a job to do so... Thanks for the meal, I appreciate it." He gave a lazy wave and walked towards his coat, pulling that on before pausing and lifting his hood up over his face.

That was one creepy guy. Jaks didn't turn around after he pulled his gloves on and left the Inn. He kept his head down, cursed loudly at the snow that had began to fall again and kicked at the snow in front of him, swearing. Stupid snow. " I hate the damn tundra!" Jaks barked right outside the door and kicking at the snow as he shuffled through it, his movements hindered by his large thick coat and the knee deep snow.

Thankfully that was the last he'd ever see of that guy. S'ric. Or whatever his name was. Jaks rolled his eyes, remembering how everyone avoided him. Probably some horrible murderer. Or an important Hyoite political guy. Jaks grimaced at that last idea. Would his dig be illegal right now if he'd pissed someone off?

The trail behind Jaks was rather obvious, with him shuffling through the snow instead of taking big steps. Another half hour of walking and he'd be at the camp and the next guy would come to town to grab whatever the hell they were after.

Jaks wasn't too keen on meeting the big guy again. Glad he hadn't looked back to get the big picture of how massive he was. Jaks looked up at the dark sky, that bright gray it always seemed to be when it snowed . "Please don't let that guy be an inspector or something." Jaks shook his hand at the sky before continuing to shuffle through the thick snow, occasionally losing his footing and falling to his knees to snarl and curse at the snow.

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S'ric, as usual, was in no rush. There was no where that Jaks could hide, and if the werewolf could guess, the elf wasn't the sort to go gallivanting in the snow for the fun of it. With the ghost of a smile, one that could only be described as predatory, S'ric watched the elf cross the tavern, open the door, and leave. That would be the last time he did that without S'ric's consent. The werewolf downed his drink, left enough gold to cover the drinks, the meal, and then some, before he stood and moved to follow. There was a glint to his eyes that had not been there before. The thrill, in a way, that he was about to go hunt down Jaks. There was no sport in it if he just walked up and drug the elf away. Oh no.

S'ric stepped out into the cold air, feeling it play across his exposed skin. The inner warmth that came from being a shape shifter meant he was rather tolerant to the cold. That and he was used to it. As the door banged closed behind him, S'ric called to the beast within, demanding that it respond. It was sheer will that allowed S'ric to shift before the full moon. The clothes faded, his spine elongated, muzzle shooting out from his face. Black fur sprouted from his body, muscle built upon muscle, and claws grew from what had been fingers moments ago. In the span of a breath, where a man the color of snow and ice had stood, there was now a very tall, ink black wolf. He shook himself out, took a deep breath, and pricked his ears forward as he eyed the trail that Jaks had left. Almost like he wanted to be found.

His lips pulled back in a snarling grin before he tilted his head back and howled. However brief the sound, S'ric was then making his way after Jaks. While S'ric could be as silent as the grave when hunting, he made no effort to be so now. He wanted Jaks to know he was coming. It'd be the end of the life the elf had known, and it'd be something more suited to what S'ric would have of him. Whatever it'd be.

While as a wolf, S'ric was still partially human. Or as human as he ever was. It was all about the melding of the bestial side, and the human. While he was more animalistic while appearing human, so too, was he more human than any other wolf.

S'ric found him easily enough. Jaks hadn't anticipated being literally hunted down. It was too easy... and S'ric was terribly... excited... having found him again.

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Jaks froze for a moment. A howl. A large wolf howl. From behind him. Which was the town. Jaks heart skipped a beat and he shuffled faster, even lifting his feet out of the snow occasionally to go faster. Or what Jaks hoped was faster. He didn't turn around, fearing that it was just his ears playing tricks on him, of course when he heard the snow crunch.

Oh... Gods.

Jaks swallowed and closed his eyes, his breath coming out in short pants as he continued to walk away. If he didn't look around, there wouldn't be anything there. If he can't see it, it doesn't exi- Face plant. Jaks pushed himself up, face still foreward, a gasping cry left his mouth and he stood up again and started to 'run.' which was just a funny hopping thing through the snow.

There wasn't anything behind him. There wasn't anything behind him.

Just hearing things.

Jaks slowed down and looked behind himself and let out a yelp. "What the hell is THAT?" He called loudly, his hood blown off by the wind as he took a step backwards and landed on his bottom in the snow. The elf would have been pale if his cheeks, ears and nose weren't bright red from the cold. "This isn't happening." Jaks whispered to himself, hands digging into the snow as he pulled himself backwards to get farther away.

Jaks voice took on a whiney tone and he dug his feet into the snow as he shuffled backwards. " First there's the freaky lady that wanted to eat me, then the giant freak in the Inn and now it's a giant.. Huge.. Wolf thing." Jaks grabbed a hand-full of snow and threw it. " What's with you damn things and wanting to eat me, huh!?" He let out a gasping breath before rolling over and standing up again to 'run' through the snow...

To promptly fall on his face. Where he laid still, panting with his head to the side and his arms to his sides. "I give up. Eat me. Head first though, I don't want to feel it." Snow sucked.

Snow sucked so hard.

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S'ric had absolutely no problem running through the snow. Both the sheer power that propelled him and the long strides meant the snow provided little resistance. If there was and at all. He didn't even need to run on all four. It was almost easy. S'ric's ears were pressed flat to his skull as a gust of wind pushed at him. The cold was nonexistent when he was like this, covered in inky black fur. He was already eager enough to chase Jaks, so he let out a short howl when the elf actual tried to run. The attempt was, well, amusing. Especially when he fell. After yelling something, though the wind took the words away. S'ric answered with a snarl as he slowed. He was already catching up, no need to end it so soon.

" First there's the freaky lady that wanted to eat me, then the giant freak in the Inn and now it's a giant.. Huge.. Wolf thing. What's with you damn things and wanting to eat me, huh!?" These words were accented by him throwing snow at S'ric. The werewolf actually chuckled at the terrible offense, watching the clump of snow fall short and land several feet away. At this point, S'ric had slowed to a lazy walk. Approaching, eyeing Jaks with a sort of possessive hunger. Each exhale from the large wolf shot a blast of steam into the frigid air. Jaks got up, tried to run again... then fell.

Much to the hunter's amusement. He'd never seen something so... easily caught. S'ric licked his lips before chuckling again, the sound barely more than a growl. The werewolf couldn't speak in this form, so laughter wasn't transferred either... but he was amused. It would be so terribly... sad... if he were not claiming Jaks for his own. What would've spelled doom for anyone else was merely Jaks meeting the inevitable now.

As S'ric approached, crunching through the snow on his hind legs, he heard Jaks' admonition. "I give up. Eat me. Head first though, I don't want to feel it." He was hardly going to do that.  Crouching next to Jaks, he used one large paw to keep himself up as he leaned over and easily flipped Jaks over with the other. The man weighed nothing to S'ric now. The werewolf leaned close, inhaling Jaks' scent before chuckling softly again. The sound was low, a deep rumbling like an avalanche before his muzzle came close to Jaks' face, drawing back in a wolfish grin. Just to see what he would do.

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Where was that damn elven grace he was supposed to have!?

His ears were cold, his lips were cold, his neck was cold, his nose was cold, hell, his face was cold. Screw that noise, it was the freaking tundra, if he wasn't cold, there would be something wrong with him. Jaks had wished something was wrong with him. He'd lost a glove and his fingers were frozen and red and his teeth were chattering.

Still, face down in the snow the animal would hopefully think him dead and – Nope. Jaks let out a quiet wail of dispair, turned over. Damn thing turned him over! Jaks wasn't a fighter. He wasn't a hunter, he wasn't hunted. He dug holes and studied things for a living! This wasn't fair.
"This isn't fair." he breathed quietly, looking up and staring.

Freaking. Massive.

Before it was a figure in the snow, behind a curtain of falling white flakes of evil evil doom. Maybe he could... Make it feel better? With his bare hand, Jaks slowly lifted it, his breath coming out in short pants, fingers twitching. Hopefully, having a hand bitten off didn't hurt too bad. Swallowing, Jaks pressed a hand to the top of the wolf-things muzzle and running a hand on it up between his ...

Eyes.

Those eyes.

Those same eyes had been staring at him back at the Inn.

He knew there was something weird about that guy. Should have figuered he'd turn into a giant-ass wolf thing. Suiting.

"Mother F–." Jaks clamped his teeth over his lip and quickly let his hand drop down to the snow. "It's you! You bastard! S'ric right? You scared the shit out of me and... and..." Jaks grew quiet and then drew his tongue over his lips again. "What the hell is your problem, huh? You hunted me down, right? Just eat me already." His lips drew up in a snarl and his eyebrows drew together.

This sucked.

First the guy wouldn't stop staring at him, and now he was a giant beast and practically laying on him.

" I hate the tundra. Get off of me!" Jaks hand moved to the beasts muzzle and pushed up and he slowly leaned upwards, using his elbow for leverage. Glaring openly, not at all happy with the situation.

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Given how slender Jaks was, S'ric didn't want to keep him out and in the snow. He kept is attention on the elf though, amused at how he was just laying there. The werewolf fully intended on picking him up and carrying him away... but then something happened. He watched, curious, as Jaks slowly lifted a hand and actually pressed it to his muzzle. S'ric radiated heat, though he felt how cold that hand was. How very... very curious. S'ric stilled as the hand slid up his muzzle and toward the top of his head, his ears now pricked forward.

Then Jaks actually looked into S'ric's eyes. What came next was terribly unexpected... and actually made the werewolf chuckle again. Ah, so the elf had finally made the connection. The werewolf didn't move away as the elf actually began to scold him. Scold. Him. For scaring him. S'ric allowed the rant though, ignoring the words as he took a moment to gaze over Jaks again. Before licking his chops. He was more focused on Jaks sprawled out in the snow than what the man was saying, but then the hand pushed at him as Jaks tried to lean up.

That was a no-no.

S'ric's lips drew back to reveal long, deadly canines as he growled. If he'd wanted Jaks to stand, he'd have the man stand. To enforce his place of control over Jaks, S'ric actually moved over him. His powerful hind legs moved to either side of Jaks' slender body, his forepaw bracing himself next Jaks' head, though a little higher since it was almost the size of the elf's head. And rather than backing away so Jaks could sit up, S'ric leaned over him as he growled. Jaks could continue to move up, in which case his head was going to bash into S'ric's bared teeth, or he could lie back down. It was obvious what S'ric wanted him to do, and all playfulness had fled. As amusing as the brief flight had been, S'ric would not be pushed away from what he considered his.

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Oops.

Jaks moved his hand back and held them up by his head as he slowly layed back down into the snow. Green eyes wide and staring at the fangs. The teeth. One was like.. The size of his ear! Jaks began to pant again, but not from the cold, but from the sheer fear that raked over his body, it made his lip tremble and his body shake.

This guy really was going to eat him.

"I don't think you'll get any bigger if you eat me." His voice was quiet, his heart racing. The moments of 'hey, I can handle this!' was long gone and the fangs made him close his eyes and lay there breathing. Okay... He could... Squirm downwards. Yeah. Jaks moved his hands down and he wiggled downwards under the wolf-thing, maybe... That was stupid.

Jaks sighed and flopped his head back. He was staring up at the chest and he simply flopped his arms upwards. "Fine. Fine. You're the big bad wolf. I'm the stupid little elf. I give up. I won't run. I'll do that submissive thing you weird animals do so you don't eat me or... Whatever. Seriously. What the hell do you want?" This was too damn weird. Jaks' fake courage was still there, of course, it was what kept him talking.

Jaks looked downwards and moved his body off to the side, that way if this guy sat he'd only break one leg instead of both of them! Wonderful!

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The growling died down as Jaks laid back in the snow. Good, good. The werewolf was thoroughly pleased with the response, watching with a certain hunger the way Jaks actually shivered. He really did need to take the elf somewhere warm. Having decided to claim Jaks meant S'ric felt a little... well, a lot... responsible for him. Not to mention it was terribly obvious the elf couldn't take care of himself. He'd fallen in the snow, more than once, he was already cold... The temperature didn't bother S'ric, but that was to be expected.

His growling ceased as Jaks... squirmed in the snow. And actually ended up more beneath S'ric than he was before. The werewolf cocked his head to the side as he watched, not moving just in case he crushed Jaks rather delicate self. S'ric didn't think the elf's bone structure could withstand any amount of his weight. Of course, he should've known the elf would have something more to say. It was the talking that had gotten him here to begin with... which meant that S'ric didn't actually mind it. So long as Jaks didn't say anything to irk him. What came from the elf beneath him soothed S'ric a little more. Good. He liked it when his favorites behaved. Of course, he couldn't say anything back to Jaks because, well, he couldn't talk like this. Not that he would have anyways.

Figuring that the elf was fully aware of the situation he was in, S'ric pushed himself up and took a step back from Jaks. He took a moment to glance around, ears twisting this way and that to ensure they were still alone, before he reached down and picked Jaks up. As though the elf weighed nothing, S'ric was careful about tossing him on his shoulder. One large clawed hand kept him in place while S'ric started walking toward his den. Away from the city, and away from the direction Jaks had been going before.

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Jaks gave a surprisingly manly ' hurf' when S'ric lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder. Proud of himself and his obviously manly ness, Jaks pushed himself up off of the beasts back and glared over his shoulder, his legs kicking out before standing slightly folded over. "Hey! Where the hell are you going? I'm heading the other way." Jaks licked his lips and flopped down for a while, thinking of things to say.

At least this was warm. Even if the only entertainment was watching the guys tail swish back and forth with his walking. On an odd note, Jaks was slightly depressed that he head was higher than his standing self. Leaning back up, his hands holding onto S'rics side as he tried to look over at his furry head. " I'm important! I have ancient bowls to dig up! And swords! And bones and... and.. Old things!" This was bad.

This was really bad.

He was going to be cooked before S'ric ate him. After a few more tries of flailing and trying to talk his way out of it, Jaks simply flopped, his arms hanging above his head to rest by the beast-mans bottom and his head smooshed against his back. At least this was warmer than walking, even if his ass and thighs were freezing.

Ha! Take that beast-guy! Dead weight from a tiny-elf! Jaks kept his eyes closed as his body shivered from the still cold-places. If he got out of this alive, this was the last time he'd ever go to the tundra. Ever. It was cold and full of psycho wolf-men with really blue eyes.

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The werewolf wasn't in much of a rush. The cold didn't bother time, he hardly had a schedule to keep. The snow did little to deter him as he walked, one ear twisted back to listen to Jaks. Just in case he'd say something important. Which... was slim, but S'ric was giving him the benefit of the doubt. Mostly because he tended to pay attention to those he found interesting. The useless prattle about digging didn't do anything to slow him, and really, it went in one ear and out the other. Useless bits that were discarded as soon as he'd realized the elf was just talking to talk. Or that seemed to be the case.

Whet Jaks had finally decided to stop flailing, and lay as much as he was able, there wasn't much of a weight difference. A 9 foot tall werewolf was not going to be concerned about the added weight of a small elf. Maybe for a really long, extended period of time... and he was injured... and Jaks had a bunch of rocks and weights tied to him. Then, maybe he could tire S'ric out.

S'ric did pay attention when he felt Jaks shiver. The elf was still cold? What had brought him here to begin with if he couldn't do something so simple as be warm. With a soft snort of derision, his large clawed hand currently not holding on to him covered Jaks thighs. And a little of his ass. S'ric didn't want him freezing to death before he got him back. Since even his paw was not large enough to cover the space exposed to the cold, he actually slid his hand over Jaks' ass, then down his thighs, and back up. Repeatedly, sharing some of his warmth. Even as he rumbled his disapproval. If he ran through the snow, with how cold Jaks seemed to easily get, he'd freeze. Which meant going at a slower pace... or changing the position he was holding the elf. He contemplated it, but decided against it. Besides, he rather liked 'petting' the elf.

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Green eyes snapped open against the beasts back and he slowly looked up, slowly turned his head downwards, pressing his forehead against S'ric's back. He froze again when he noticed the hand moved up and then back down, and it continued to do so. A hot blush stained Jaks cheeks and he stared up at the back of S'rics head.  " Hey, whoa, hey whoa, he-y." The last 'hey' was drawn out and he pressed his hands against the beasts back and glaring up, cheeks even darker red from his blush along with the cold.

" You.. You can't freaking.. Grope your meal! That's gross!" Jaks swallowed, yeah... Rather be eaten than become some... Wolf glove. Jaks closed his eyes for a moment and banished that thought from his mind even as his blush got darker. Great. This was horrible. " I appreciate the heat your hand gives off, but please stop touchin' my butt. I'm not going to freeze to death if you.. Don't touch my butt."
   
Awkward.

Snarling at him? That's fine. Scared, sure, but... The butt-touching freaked him out. Jaks felt the words drop out of his mouth before he could push them back in. " You some sort of freak or something? Kidnapping poor..." Young men? Elves? People? " Little me. And... and..." Jaks flopped back, his arms flopped, his eyes hooded and his breath slower. He gave a 'murr' type of noise before he closed his eyes and sighed.

Okay. No more fighting. All this moving upside was making him feel sick. He'd stay quiet for the rest of the trip as long as there were no bumps or swings.

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S'ric paid partial attention to the protests, not that he really cared. The verbal protests never bothered him. And since Jaks didn't –do- anything to try and reinforce his desire S'ric not touch him, then they were both fine. Actions spoke louder than words. And thus far, he'd failed at running and had hardly fought when S'ric had plucked him out of the snow and tossed him over his shoulder. It's almost as if Jaks –wanted- to be dragged off.

S'ric continued to touch Jaks because, at this point, he wanted to. And since the elf belonged to him, he could.

The rest of the way to his cabin was uneventful. Chilly, since the wind was starting to pick up, and dark, since it was well... getting dark. Which was fine with S'ric. He had plans for this evening. They reached his cabin there just as it started to snow in earnest. The odds of Jaks figuring out where to go from here would be slim. S'ric's cabin was a rather small thing, or at least it was compared to most. But the werewolf didn't need a huge 'den'. He pushed the door open, stepped inside – the doorway was big enough he didn't have to duck down much- then pushed the thick wooden door shut. There were no windows inside, and it was tall enough he could stand completely upright  and not come close to the ceiling. Along one wall was his sleeping area, which was a rather large bed with a pile of furs. A bed big enough that S'ric would be able to stretch out comfortably. A fireplace was along the opposite wall, though that was more for whoever he brought back than himself. A bathtub was set in the corner by the fireplace, a table along that side, some cabinets... all the small necessities that one would need living out in the middle of nowhere. The place had been added to over the years by those he brought back. With that, he dumped Jaks on the floor, and watched him.

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Jaks had his eyes closed and had drawn his hands up against his chest for the remaining journey to... Wherever he was being taken. Jaks yelped and landed on his butt, gasping and laying down quickly and shifting his hips up off the ground. "OW. What the hell?! You just killed my ass!" Jaks pressed his hands to it to rub away the pain, at least he didn't get his breath pushed out of him. That would have sucked.

No, this all sucked.

Jaks stood up, wiping the snow off of himself and cursing that the warmest part of his body was where S'ric had been petting him. Jaks blushed again and glared upwards. "What the hell is your problem!?" he barked, leaning in, his hands balling into fists. "You just.. Scare the crap out of me and.. And.. Drag me off in the wrong direction!" Jaks gave a wave of his hand and pushed his hands into his pockets and moved to walk around S'ric. "Thanks for the ride. I'm going to go back to down. See you later." He gave a flat smile and moved to attempt to push S'ric aside so he could beat on the door.

(( Faaaail >_> Sorry ))

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S'ric shook himself out briefly in the time it took Jaks to orientate himself to his surroundings. However brief that was. Since he started complaining about his ass. The werewolf chuckled in that rumbly, growly way. Who would have guessed this day would be so promising. No one had been so... amusing... to the werewolf in quite a long time. He couldn't even recall the last... Which made him a little more tolerant of the elf's rambling. And by little, that meant he'd continue to put up with rants. Actions, however...

S'ric was going to shift back, to actually talk to him... but no, Jaks was doing something now. He was –glaring- at S'ric. The werewolf's ears pressed flat to his skull and a soft growl leaked from his throat. Then Jaks leaned at him, as though what he said really held any sway... or mattered. The growl was louder now, all amusement lost once more as Jaks moved around S'ric as though dismissing him.

Another no-no.

The inside of the cabin was roomy granted there was a large werewolf inside. Not roomy enough that Jaks could really get away from S'ric, and definitely not roomy enough he could get to the door unless S'ric wanted him to. And he didn't. As Jaks appeared to intend on leaving, S'ric's lips drew back in a snarl and he grabbed a hold of him. They were alone now, which meant Jaks found himself flat on his back with an angry werewolf over him in a matter of breaths. As before, his hind legs were set to either side of his body, though this time his foreclaws were pinning his arms to the wooden floor. Which was rather cold given that no fire had yet been started. S'ric didn't care whether there was a fire, but he'd found out rather quickly if he wanted to make sure his favorites didn't fall ill, then they needed the warmth. Among a plethora of other things he was willing to provide.