DL-W Who the hell do you think you are!
by
Keeper Journeyman <keeper@indy.net>
Pa'gan's point of view**********
Pa'gan could not believe Trinale's tirade. Slowly he reached out to offer
his hand to try to calm her down.
Daimon's point of view**********
>Pa'gan took a step towards her, hand reaching towards her. Daimon moved
>without thinking. Grabbing the larger man in a pinch-grip just above the
>elbow that had served him well with troublemakers many times before, he
>stopped Pa'gan dead in his tracks, forcing the arm up between the man's
>shoulder baldes.. Pa'gan swung his head round to look at him, anger and
>pain blazing in his eyes...
>
>
>"Let me go." he said tightly, testing Daimon's hold by leaning forward
>slightly.
>
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>"I don't think so friend!" Daimon grinned, and let him try for freedom,
>then tightened his grip slightly.
>
>
>Ignoring the soft gasp from Pa'gan, Daimon looked at Trinale still standing
>within Derry's arms...
>
>
>"M'lady?" he asked softly
Before Trinale could say a word Pa'gan raised his foot and brought it down
on top of Daimon's foot.
Daimon groaned in pain and loosened his grip on Pa'gan's arm just
slightly, but it was enough. Pa'gan brought his twisted arm down and spun
around. As he came face to face with Daimon and grabbed him by the throat,
forcing his thumb up under the base of his jaw, putting pressure on the
nerve mass there.
"Listen FRIEND", Pa'gan said in a low growl but loud enough for Trinale to
hear as well as Derry, "I don't know why you attacked me! But where I come
from we don't go around attacking people for NO reason and especially from
behind. No I suggest you just lay there in the dirt before you really get
hurt. I have my hands full as it is.......and I HATE violence!"
With that Pa'gan threw Daimon backwards so that he landed full on his back
knocking the wind from him. Then Pa'gan turned to face Trinale all the
while ignoring Derry.
Trinale turned beat red and opened her mouth to yell at Pa'gan. But before
she could Pa'gan had already turned to her and started talking, not even
giving her a chance.
"And you young lady", Pa'gan said taking a superior tone even though he
was only a few years older than her, "How dare you take a compliment given
in a jovial way and twist it around. You and I talked when I first came
here about how our cultures were so different and we agreed then that we
would talk before we took anything wrong from each other. I see how you
warren born keep your word!"
Trinale looked as if she was going to explode, as well as Derry. Derry
inhaled as if he was going to yell, but Pa'gan beat him to it. A loud cross
between a growl and a yell escaped Pa'gan lips at Derry's direction. Derry
stood there fuming.
"See......", Pa'gan said before either of them could say a thing, "You
don't even know how to express rage. And as far as my going to Aradia and
leaving you alone.....you asked me to give you some time! I DID!" Pa'gan
nearly screamed at Trinale.
Trinale remained red but even Pa'gan's empathy had a hard time telling if
it was still anger or embarrassment at this point.
"And yes I know you have others that care for you....but be careful who
shows you their true face! But I can guarantee you one thing little
lady......what I say is true and I do NOT hide my feelings.......I will
hold them in check when asked.......AND YOU ASKED!" Pa'gan said once again
forcing himself to try to control his emotions.
<Your other mate needs you badly.> Reekor's thoughts broke in.
Pa'gan went silent and straightened himself to his full height. He inhaled
deeply through his nose and then said calmly. "Now if you will excuse me,
another I love needs me to help heal the wounds you have caused."
Before Trinale had a chance to say a word Pa'gan turned and began running
as fast as his long strides could carry him.
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NRPG: Tag all....But I must warn you that Pa'gan will not turn around or
stop for anyone.
Respectfully submitted by Keeper Journeyman,
the life breath and soul of Pa'gan and Reekor!
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