His breath had stablilzed finally, for it had been a few minutes. His knees were no longer trembling, and they held his weight numbly, as he ignored the fresh stabs of his skined knnes, Their faint bleeding stained the inside of his pants, but they hadn't seeped to the outside yet. Teeth gritted as he forced himself to rise fully. Auds seeked out any noisees, hoping that he would hear the vocals of one in particular. Noi. His heart fluttered momentarily, but not such an action that was taken when one was swept away by another, like in those romantic love stories where the girl and boy profess their love and they feel their hearts skip a beat. This was a different fluttering. A pain coursed inside his chest, but he reained intact. Orbs shut momentarily as he realized what this was. It was fear. He was afraid. Not for himself, and being alone. Not for being lost, or hungry. Not fear that he could die here, or be eaten by another invisible creature. He was afraid he would never see Noi again.

After his depression had seeped through his skull, his orbs opened again, his pupils diliating from the decreased ligh. Skull turned upwards, as he noted there were only about 15 mintutes left of day. The sun was setting. He had to find Noi before the moon reached too high in the sky. It wouldn't be full tonight, but Lucifer's creations tended to awake during the descent of the sun and the rising of the moon. They thrived at night, when it was cold and no lighter creautres were inhabiting the earth. Lucifer's creations tended to enjoy the amusement of hunting animals when they were asleep, finding their nests and slaughtering them all for an easy feast. Some that had eaten recently would look for innocent and helpless feamles to rape and sexual abuse, just for their own amusement. But how did he know all of this? Mind jabbed angrily at the thought, as he remembered it all to well. Not too long ago, he had been doing the same things. He found pleasure in hunting the weak, raping the girls. He wasn't a virgin, no.. And he wasn't a saint. He took his powers to his advantage. Or he had. Until he met Noi. She was the first he ever asked to be his mate, and now he felt proctive of her, especially since he knew what could happen to her.

His orbs glanced along the sky again, cursing rapidly under his breath. There was only ten minutes or less left of the light, and then the night would rise. Orbs closed heavily, as he attempted to clear his mind, pushing away all the images of Noi being raped and killed to the back of his mind. Those would be the only things that would destroy her. He could get to her first. If he hurried. Disiro inhaled deeply, tapping into his power source, as a muzzle sprouted suddenly fro his concaved metallic nose. Nostrils filtered through the air, searching each scent with extreme care, before finding the one he had been searching for. He took a few more gasps of air, before being able to decifer in what direction her scent was heading. He was not familiar with Lucifer's lands, so he had no clue where she could be headed.

His muscles rotated beneath his skin again, his muzzle now dissolving in thin air, replacced by his metallic skin. Muscles wimpered at forward movement, sharing their will to rest and recuperate all too well. Jaws gritted against the pain, as he picked up a faster jog, stopping every few hundred meters to re check on Noi's scent. He had to force his rogue thoughts out of his mind, instead thinking about saving her, and the best way to win her back. Orbs glanced up again, as the sun was now just a knife's blade thin, barely hovering over the horizon. The moon now seemed to appear from the virgin clouds, looming over his onyx haired skull like a constant warning and remind of what he dreaded. The sun had now fell beneath the horizon but there was still light reflecting over it, showing that it wouldn't go down without a fight. His bones groaned as he picked up an even faster pace, the wind knocking fresh air into his lungs. His bow and arrows thumped methodically along his spine, as his sword matched his pace, emerald jewel gleaming as if knowing it would serve its full purpose soon.

A half of an hour later, light were seen through the gaps of the trees ahead of his figure, replusive smells of what would seemed to be harshly cooked food and alochol mixed together. Pace slowed, but not by much as his facial features now resembled those of a deep scowl. There seemed to be a city near by. Muzzle re appeared again from th metallice skin as he confirmed that this was indeed where her scent led him. Pupils contracted quickly as emerald irises were seen fully, as light now was shown. Occules drifted over the city quickly, seeing a smaller building that held a sign looming near it saying 'Welcome to Tavern Town.' Wonderful. A drunkened town filled with rapists and abusers and drunkards. And probably some crack people too. Was she demanding for this much attention. Bod flinched instintively as hismid reverted back to his previous thoughts. But they were thankfully interrupted as his orbs caught something that he recognized. Blood tracks were scoured across the granite toward the tavern, as he could only assume were Noi's.

His bod approached the tavern hestitantly, reflecting on a time not too far away from the present when he had nothing better to do than spend his weekend nights stuck in a dump like this. At least he knew what to expect of the crowd, but that didn't make it any better. Hands came out in front of him, as he swung open the hinged doors softly, a jolt of roudy noise and talking crowding his hearing. No one really seemd to care about the newcomer, as he could see most had already been heavily drinking. Orbs absorbed the sight dully, as he seached for a slender bodice that would be familiar to him. Her tracks had led in here, but not out. A rather irattated sigh left his jaws, as he fully entered the tavern, heading to the bar. He sat on one of the miserable cushioned seats, seeming to sag from his weight. He hunched over, as he pulled his leather jacket closer to his neck, uncurling the collar to place it against his neck. Orbs still glanced around for Noi. His search was interrupted as he heard tones from the bartender coming toward him. Skull turned rather quickly as the bartender started a conversation. "I don't think I've seen your face round these parts before. Ya new here? Can I get ya somethin thur?" His voice was slurred slightly as Disiro could smell the distict odor of beer and wine mixed together. Disiro lowered his voice, deepening it slightly. "Yea, I'm new to these parts." His hand dropped into his pocket, pulling out a silver coin. He placed it softly on the counter, pushing it lightly toward the bar tender. "Have you seen a girl with silver hair and not much for clothes around here tonight?" The tender grabbed greedily at the coin, as his owrds came out again. "Sure did. She was in here not to long ago, and headed out with a man following behind her.. He paied for her drink too.. What a nice---" Disiro interrupted sharply. " Which way did she go?" The man pointed to the left from the cavern, as Disrio nodded his head, standing back up.

He was about to leave, when a heavily drunk blocked his ath, a large grin showing a bunch of devious intent planted firmly on his features. He was a large man, and his breath reeked of a foul odor as well. His wrods came out slurred as well, but were made to be a threat. "Where are you from? Leaving so soon eh?" Disiro gave him a quick scowl, as he tried to push past the bloke. Orbs caught movement out of his perifial vision as he saw a fist raise up. His reaction time was too slow, however, as he felt an impact squarely hit on the jaw. The right side of his mouth started to bleed slowly, as he could feel it dripping down the side of his lip and ontop his metallc skin. The taste was bitter in his mouth, as he felt the warm liquid that filled his veins flow through his, staining the enamel a hued crimson. The fat man seemed to find his action very amusing as he laughed loudly, coughing between bellows. Soon most of the tavern started up, the drunkards getting kick over those actions. A scowl re-appeared on Disiro's face, as his right hand swiftly unsheathed his sword, it coming out just as quickly, landing a mere two inches from the man's nose.

Suddenly the fat man's lauighter ceased, his face almost seeming swollen, as his eyes screwed together, trying to grasp the image of the blade only a few inches from his flesh. The others in the building also halted their conversations, their bodies turning aroundin thier seats to get a better view. His slurred wrods tried to come out, as they muttered a single word, "Sharp.." But they failed to say anything else. Disiro's words came out sharply.echoing through the now silent tavern. "Yeah, that's right,. Its sharp. Now move out of my way, before I am forced to show a demonstartion." The person nodded silently, looking dumbfounded at his own misfortune. Disiro dashed out of the building, his pupils dilating to compensate for the darkened sky, the sun completey hidden. Faint street bulbs half lit the area around him, as they seemed to flutter hestinatly, as if their energy as being drained. His orbs washed over to the direction that the tender had pointed, hoping he was right. He searched over the area momentarily, seeing thta the lights were in even worse condition, most not even working. His heart caught in his throat, as he confirmed that Noi's scent led in that direction, joined with another. And they were fresh.

He gathered up a quick jog, his occules analyzing every shadow, pupils contracting and dilating accordingly. Heis soles padded softly on the cobblestones, making usre with tender care that he would not be heard. He kept his sword still in hand, his pace slowing slightly as he heard voices. his bod creapt into the shadows, hearing the speech easier. It flowed into his auds, dcoding both the meaning and the owner silently in his mind. It was Noi, and another male. He had to restrain a loud growl, keeping it fully contained, his knuckles turning a pale white as his grip tightened around his sword. Noi sounded distressed, as he could hear the sounds of loud thumping, a bodice hitting against the wall. He could feel the vibrations through the stone wall as he placed his left hand on it carefully.. Disiro suck through the shadows, the sounds only becoming louder. His bod came around a bend, expecting to see the sight for himself. But he noticed that he had been a bit further away from the action than he had expected, as he was faced with another corridor. A light from the street lamps hung precariously from its hinge, only a wire holding it from its downfall, It was still lit, but feebly, not giving away his position. He realized there was a smaller alley off to the side, as he prepared himself for what he was going to encounter, his muscles flexing readily. His mind rean over several different attack posttures, depending on the angle of the predator. His boots stayed silent on the granite, until he sprung from his hiding spot, his sword unleashed. He notice dhte man now, as he had the resisiting Noi pinned firmly against the wall, his ahnds runing down her bodice. His mind now flared, his emerald orbs holding only flames. He could feel the back of his throat ache, a sesation he only got when truely pissed. No one hurt his mate. No while he was still alive.

His sword flashed through the air, the blade point was aimed directly at the man's back of his neck. He felt the edge of it prick a single cell of his flesh, merely only milimeters away. His jaws opened menacingly, his canines bared aggressively, mocking his heritage. Disiro's words sprang angrily from his vocals, coldly and aggressively. "Get away from Noi, you bast***." His left fist clenched painfully in his palm, as his right hand still stayed steady, having full grip and power of his sword. He had debated before whether to morph into his werewolf form, but he had opted against it for now. He was fearful it would scare Noi, and it would leave him with his secret lost to a stranger, which could possibly give him the upper hand later, but for now he would hold the hand of the element of surprise.