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Wolfsbane: Andy/Nile, Urban fantasy fusion 1/?
Date: 2020-07-24 12:50 am (UTC)Would be open to any f/f Andy ship and canon ships."
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The thing she remembered clearest was pain.
So many millennia of death and undying, wounds that healed almost as quickly as they were inflicted, emotional scars where the physical ones should be had deadened her to pain. Becoming mortal again was an awakening; the bruises she would have forgotten, the slow knit of healing skin over stitches up knife wounds, the bone-deep ache of joints that had been pushed too far, all of it was both new and old, an influx of sensation that Andy had long since learned to tune out. But the healing didn’t come so swiftly, so the pain lingered, burned itself into her memories until she looked at a bruised knuckle and thought, Boston, three days ago.
She could fight through it, always had before, but Nile kept reminding her that pain was the body’s way of registering that something was wrong. Being mortal meant stopping to listen, even if her first instinct was to ignore it and keep fighting. Sometimes that wasn’t the better option.
And then there was this: a shitty, trash covered parking lot with a wolf the size of a tiger. Andy had killed wolves before, killed meaner ones, been mauled by a pack once and left their territory once they were done eating her entrails, but this wolf wasn’t acting right. Shouldn’t exist in a city the size of Buffalo anyways, no matter the rumors about wolf packs being reintroduced to upstate New York. There was a wrongness to it that the back of her mind worried at like a piece of gristle between her teeth, but she couldn’t focus on that right now.
Nile wasn’t moving, but that probably had a lot to do with the way her throat had been ripped out. Not her fault. If she survived this, Andy was going to remember to take her out into the wilderness, take that Marine wilderness training and really put it to the test. Just in case.
The wolf that wasn’t lunged at her again, sloppy in its movement but dangerously fast. Her labrys was back at the hotel room, safe in its case and not in her hands, but she had a gun and a hunting knife. Not that the gun had done much. That was how it got Nile in the first place, rushing through the bullets like it hadn’t even felt them.
A fang caught her arm, opened it up to the bone from wrist to elbow as Andy swore furiously and drove the knife into the side of its neck. Rookie mistake. Now she didn’t have the knife either, and the wolf was still circling, ignoring the handle of the blade sticking out.
Fuck, there was a lot of blood.
It kept circling, keeping her from running—not that she would have run in any case, not when Nile was coughing herself back to life a few feet away, not when running would just open her back up to those fangs and claws. She was only human, but she was still agile enough to dodge when it darted in, her fingers slipping over the blood-slick handle of the knife as she tried to yank it free. It got caught on bone, slid out of her grasp as the wolf spun around and shredded through one of her legs, but its head was angled just right for her to put the pistol to its eye and pull the trigger.
The wolf fell and Andy fell with it, putting the rest of the clip into its head just in case. At this range, it left a lot more bone and brain matter splattered across the pavement.
“Shit,” she hissed, dropping the gun and fumbling at her shirt. Her tibia was shattered, bone shards pushing up through ruined muscle and torn skin, and her left arm was practically useless. If she was lucky, they could tourniquet both of them and then get her to a hospital, rely on Copely to sort the rest out, but a fucking wolf in the middle of Buffalo pointed towards neither of them being very lucky.
Hands on her back, yanking the shirt up over her head and tearing it in the same motion as Nile snarled, “You are not dying on me, Andy, so don’t get any ideas.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” And she had to grin at that, even though the pain was hitting hard now that the adrenaline was gone. Funny, how the potential to not get back up again put a new spin on things, changed the way she looked at life. Now there was a time limit.
There was also a lot of blood on the ground.
Fatal amounts, Andy figured, not that she would say it out loud. Nile winched the fabric around her arm and leg as tightly as she could, cutting off as much of the blood flow as physically possible, but without emergency medical care in the next hour, Andy figured herself for a goner. Already hard to keep her eyes open. The bruises on her knuckles were covered in blood too, hiding the memory of Boston and the way Nile’s eyes lit up at the museum there, leaving Andy with a lonely, lost ache somewhere behind her breastbone. That had been a good day and this ridiculous fucking shitshow had covered it.
There was a crunch of bone a few feet away, where the wolf that wasn’t lay dead on the pavement. Andy’s eyes slid towards it, her body following as she slumped sideways, but she couldn’t muster the energy to try and stand again. The body was moving, twisting, hanks of fur falling off in bloody lumps at the skull started morphing hideously as darkness rushed in at the edges of Andy’s vision.
The last thing she heard was Nile saying, “What the fuck.”
Re: Wolfsbane: Andy/Nile, Urban fantasy fusion 1/?
Date: 2020-07-26 04:50 am (UTC)Re: Wolfsbane: Andy/Nile, Urban fantasy fusion 1/?
Date: 2020-07-27 11:25 pm (UTC)Re: Wolfsbane: Andy/Nile, Urban fantasy fusion 1/?
Date: 2020-07-29 03:47 am (UTC)