Unknown Soldier [Gunnar]

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She was tied to a cage, Blood seeping out of wounds on her body. Snarls of pure rage seemed to echo through the quiet back area of Cyanide, her cries of anger seemingly unnoticed. Tina Ferrari was a woman of pride and to sit here bound to a cage was something she wasn't going to tolerate. Her green eyes gleamed with pure anger and hate. The young but old Lycaness roared at the guards to let her out before she did kill them. Yeah, they pissed off the wrong woman. Hair that was a mix of brown and blond fell over her face as she paused her onslaught of profanity and insults to actually breathe for a moment. Looking at the ever growing puddle of blood inside the cage only seemed to piss her off more, and that was what seemed to be the entire point. Her eyes were burning with an inner fire that those physical beatings that they had given her only intensified. The girl on the streets was known as a lawyer and sister of the new restaurant's manager Enrique Ferrari. "I'll kill you, I'll kill you all for this." her voice was a low menacing growl..

The guards smiled cruelly at her but were cut short as a snap of rope was heard and she smiled, at them. She had the strength of a male lycan despite her being a female and she pushed the top of the cage right off and hopped out. The guards froze, not knowing whether to run or try to sedate her or do something. The female walked towards them, a certain stride lycans could recognize. Yeah she was the Tina Ferrari. Alphess of a group of people consisting of all races. Her eyes darkened as she grabbed a gaurd by the throat and pushed him against the wall, "You mug me on the streets, lock me in a cage and beat me for the last week. I'm going to make sure You're in a lot more pain than I was. Her hand clenched around his throat, blood seeping out of his neck before she threw him aside. Fortunately the male wasnt dead, in fact he was just "sleeping". Tine suddenly felt the familiar hands of another guard restrain her and put her in a bit larger of a cage. "They must like me for gifting me with something like this" She smirked to herself.

"Next!!!"

Suddenly she was being wheeled out to a smaller stage where men of all shape and sizes were lined up. "Hn. Must be that they're gonna start bidding on me now" She smirked to herself. Her shirt was stuck to her body due to so much blood being shed from her and much of her face was obscured by her hair as the announcer began to speak to the rather now rowdy crowd. "This here girl, is a Lycaness. But don't underestimate her, oh no.. Shes been returned here for being one hell of a slave to try to tame, shes a prideful woman that doesn't take shit from anyone. Look at our guard over there." The injured guard stepped out covered in blood from the wound on his neck and then went back stage, "I'd only recommend this slave to whomever thinks he can keep this rabid pooch under control" She laughed at the announcer, "Rabid? You're the fucked up one that needs to die a most painful death." The announcer looked back and said...

"Do we have any takers?"

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The night was calm, quiet, and crisp. Overcast skies obscured the stars from view, the streetlights, dim and tinted an off shade of yellow on the side streets spilling their citrus glow across the sidewalk and pavement. The blacktop was still warm from the heat of the midday when he rolled up. The soft purr of the engine before he swung one leg over the rear end of the bike and brought down the kickstand, leaning the slick black Hayabusa to a stand. Removing the flat black helmet, hooking it over the grip of the handlebars, he stepped on to the curb and made his way toward the entrance.

Tonight seemed to be bumping in the Cyanide as Gunnar pushed his way through the crowd, looming over most of the patrons at his grand height of 6'5. The loose deep brown leather of his casual jacket draped open, unzipped as his hand pushed in to his pockets. Through the doorway, ducking his head so that he didn't crank his forehead on the door frame, Gunnar stepped in to the auction area. It wasn't so much the fact that slaves were for sale, as the company. The old men, overweight and smelling of last weeks Chinese dinner seemed to have great tales, and even better deals. Gunnar sought out business opportunities while he drank here, only occasionally glancing in the direction of the auction block. And now would be one of those times. The auctioneer spoke one word that caught his interest "Lycaness" and Gunnar was on his feet, downing his drink before he could even see what the woman looked like.

It would seem most of the buying crowd fell silent when they saw her, and when Gunnar finally thought to look in her direction, he smirked and shook his head. "When will they learn." He spoke under his breath about those who capture the wrong slaves. A small man, muscled yet wirey raised his hand to bid, and Gunnar stepped up beside him, nodding in the direction of the auctioneer. Both of their bids were given notice, and when the skinny man was about to bid again, Gunnar nudged him, and opened his wallet to flash the thick wad of bills that he had stashed and ready for the purchase. "Shit." Cussed the smaller man who shook his head and waved the Auctioneer off. The man on the block looked in Gunnars direction and he nodded once again before stepping up.

Gunnar reached in to his wallet, taking out several bills, and giving the man the final bidding price. It was already rather high, and surely the other man would have given up once he realized that Gunnar was a serious bidder, not just someone hoping to find a cheap date. Handing the man the bills, he nodded as he stepped over to the cage. His face was serious, emotionless as he looked the woman over. "Keys." He said to the auctioneer who immediatly handed them to him. It never took more than a second or two before Gunnar plunged the keys in to the lock, and snapped it open. A few gasps could be heard, and it would seem the man who just handed him the keys was choking on his last breath when Gunnar pulled the cage door open, a grin twisting his lip line as he looked at the Lycaness. "It would seem these boys owe you an appology." He spoke calmly, shifting his gaze in the direction of those who peeked out from behind the scenes of the stage.

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She's a lady

So it seemed she was stuck in this cage to be put on display like an animal in the zoo. Tina despite the fact that she was being one hell of a bitch, she was in a lot of pain. Those physical beatings must have messed up something inside her, but she only thought of a broken rib or two to go along with the multiple lacerations on her back. This Lycaness whom was normally neat and extremely clean was a mess. Blood was all over her hands and face as if she had just ripped someones throat out and then let them bleed all over her. Her green eyes looked at the bruises on her hands and arms. "Heh, those kids cant keep me locked up for long. Once i Get out I'll show that slave auctioneer who the hell is a 'rabid pooch' " Yes, that was a threat and she would go through with it. Tina sighed, she watched more people file in and none of them really caught her eye, they were all greasy old men...except for this one new guy filing in. She could only home he'd be her 'master' because anyone else would be beaten half to death by her. He looked like someone she could actually possibly get a fight out of.

And ladies shouldn't be messed with

She watched them fall silent and smirked, oh hell yes they better be quiet or she'd kick every one of their asses. This little Lycaness is more than just a prideful bitch sometimes, shes vengeful as well. Her green eyes showed all the hatred that someone would be able to handle, the auctioneer looked away nervously as the people who decided to wanted to bid on her stepped forward. A low growl formed in her throat, but the Auctioneer kicked the side of the cage and she ripped a part of his leg open. "Leave me the fuck Alone or I'll kill you when i get out of here." her voice was more like a growl as she tensed the muscles in her body when she watched all the bidders one by one be out bidded by the only semi good looking man in this entire group of people. She sighed hopefully that handsome man wasnt going to be outbid. After all she'd beat anyone else to death like she was going to with that auctioneer.

She's a lady
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Soon the bidding was over and the Handsome man had won, but she wasnt going right over to him when he let her out. Oh no this little Lycaness stepped out of her cage, completely ignoring him and threw the auctioneer across the room and into the cement wall. Three other Lycan gaurds followed suit as she laughed, "How do you like that for rabid pooch?" Damn, everyone seemed to feel bad for the man who had just won her. But She was much more distracted with the new toys she had just gotten. Walking across the room and dragging all four of the people back onto the stage, she one by one tied them upside down from ropes hanging off the stage and she laughed. "How do you like a taste of your own medicine? Idiots." She spat at them. They were all bleeding heavily and probably had multiple broken bones. Oh yes she was a lady that shouldn't be messed with.

And ladies shouldn't be messed with

Turning back to Gunnar she looked at him and gave him a smirk, something that was almost flirtatious in nature but anyone with common sense would know it wasnt. "You think you can handle me handsome?" Her voice was as smooth as silk at one moment and could be as gruff as a mans the next. It was all a part of being an Alphess she guessed. Her eyes were locked on him as she walked over and smiled, this man probably was no match for her and she'd eventually come close to killing him and then shed escape like always. It was rather simple, all these men wanted was to fuck her, but none of them would come close to touching her, hell no. She looked at the cracks in the walls and chuckled, she was rather proud of her semi desctruction of the small area. Yawning she sighed looking at the man with interest. She wanted to know if someone like him could even come close to handling her. Blood from the auctioneer's leg seemed to be dripping down into his face. At the rate he was going he'd drown in his own blood.

What a sadistic bitch.

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The crowd seemed paralyzed for a few moments as Gunnar plunged the key in to the padlock that kept the wild Lycaness at bay. The moment the lock clicked, and was removed from place, pushing the door open to allow the woman full access to the room- it seemed to be the trigger. The crowd began pushing back away from the auction block, some men using their fists to make passageways while others tripped and fumbled over their own feet. And then, the kill switch. That little lady stepped out of the cage with a ferocious grab on the auctioneer, and Gunnar turned casually, crossing his arms low on his chest. Lip line twisted with amusement, a smirk.. a grin, he couldn't have found better entertainment in a theater. Seeking revenge on the men who had done her wrong, who had thought ill thoughts and tried to make a dime by selling her like a pawn.

Leaning up against the cage door, watching the scene unravel before him, a light chuckle seeped from his lips as he shook his head. Fiery one indeed. To be honest, Gunnar was a respectable man when it came to the ladies. It wasn't often he went anywhere without finding at least one to try to shake off for the night- clinging to him, petting their fingers through his hair- wanting to bed him for the night. It wasn't his way, however, to sleep around. He sought a Lycaness, and he had for years now. 'Someone special' you could say, but he didn't put that much thought in to it. He didn't see sleeping around as an option, he was more of a one-woman man. And watching this pretty little thing toss these men around like rag dolls peaked his interest. Yet, he was new in town. There was a lot of opportunities, and he was still 'setting up shop' in a sense. Surely this wouldn't be the only feisty female Lycan he laid his eyes on, and thus he wasn't about to turn on the charm. Not yet.

And thus, when the woman approached, her piercing stare met with his own as he looked down upon her, he straightened his stance from a lean to a stand. The smirk still played his lips when he shrugged. Gunnar wasn't one to parade his strength around, but when you go bowling with semi-trucks on the desert freeways for entertainment, that says enough. He reached over to her, gently running the pad of a finger over one of her wounds, looking at the blood that stained his flesh before back up to her. He could sense every emotion coursing through her body. It was like a pungent smell in the air, stronger than the musky odors of old men and salmon that came from the crowd. It was.. a spice. She was in pain, yet she handled herself well and it only gained her more respect from the tall man who stood infront of her. She was interesting. He almost wanted to ask where the tears were. To be honest, he hated women that broke in to tears at every chance they could get. Talk about awkward.

"You're wounded." Well, thanks Mr. States The Obvious. The thought brought a grin to his face and he uncrossed his arms, hands at his sides as he looked her over. "And filthy." Shaking his head lightly, he reached out- palm down to rest his hand on her shoulder. The uncontrollable calming effect that he possessed from birth washed outward from his figure. Almost audibly in his ears, as he watched even the man across the auction block, hanging from ropes by their feet, seem to relax and just 'go with the flow' type of reaction. It was not something you could see, hear, or taste, let alone smell. But you sure as hell could feel it. Like stepping in to a luke warm shower, the water running over your body as your muscles relax and your mind seems to cloud. Calm. Soothing. Welcome to the spa that is Gunnar Scott.

He tried not to act as though he noticed what had just eminated from his figure, washing over even those in the crowd that were close to the auction block. It was something that lasted as long as it seeped from him, and currently, it continued to pour out of his system like water released from a dam. It could have been the high tension, the frustration of those around him, or the fact that this woman before him intrigued him beyond belief. He finally set his hand down on her shoulder, and in that instant, the calming effect was directed only to her. The touch- the connection, acting as a spout for this energy that pulsed from his presence. "Its not about whether or not I can handle you- it is about getting you out of this place and cleaned up." His voice was deep, rolling off of his tongue casual and calm. A fluid speech that almost held the feeling of being reassured. He moved to step off of the auction block, and through the crowd to the exit. She didn't have to follow if she didn't want to, the moment his hand lifted from her shoulder to fall back to his side, the calming effect washed away, yet often left those it touched calmer than they had started out. One minute someone could be trying to rip your throat out, the next they feel like just taking a walk and talking about it. Gunnar needed to learn how to control this ability some day.

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"You're wounded. And filthy."

Her eyes narrowed and she growled low in her throat, "No shit Sherlock. They don't treat us like princesses here." her comment was a sharp one, making it clear she wasnt exactly a happy woman at the very moment they were meeting. She was somewhat Hostile for the moment until he touched her shoulder. Near instinctively she flinched away from him and looked at him suspiciously. Dammit, why was she feeling so much calmer now? What was with this guy? Normally she'd be in immediate attack mode at this very moment if it was any other man. What kind of power did he have over her? Either way she didn't like the fact that he was keeping her so calm. Frustration seemed to be the only uncalm thing about her and she looked him in the eye and something spurred her to blurt out a question. Such a rash young girl she was, then again she never really learned to be a good little girl. She had to raise herself and her twin brother with minimal help from a vampire that saved her life.

"Who the hell are you? And What do you think you're doing by... Ah fuck it, never mind"

"Its not about whether or not I can handle you- it is about getting you out of this place and cleaned up."

She sighed, looking up towards him she brushed by him once more and jumped off the stage, landing rather nimbly below on the ground and walked out. "Well Mister, Its time to get you clean, lets get going." Jeez, what a mean woman she was. Then again who wouldnt be mean after a bout with the slave drivers here in Cyanide. On the Outside this is the way she was, "Shit, Im going to have to call my firm and tell them I had a run in with these dirty rats." she growled almost pissed off that she had missed one of her more important cases. God damn she needed to get ahold of Lucius too and apologize to him about this inconvenience. Her green eyes were glowing and Gunnar would easily be able to follow her through the blackness of the hall that lead into the main area of the club. Hell he better keep up because she had no time for a person who claimed to be her master that couldnt keep up with her. Her eyes narrowed and an aisle formed for her.

She was known here. If Gunnar was curious he'd best ask her and nobody else. Everyone else got who she was wrong. She hated those dumbass people who claimed, this, that, and the other thing about her without even daring to see if it was true. Hell those people could go bite her though. She had bigger and better fish to fry and they were nothing compared to what she had to deal with for the rest of this week. First thing was first, take care of the lawsuit that was filed from the bank that Lucius was trying to buy out, then take care of a criminal case that seemed all to familiar in what happened with the victims and the perpetrator. Her eyes narrowed, never trust anyone here with any information about yourself, or risk feeling the effects of some identity theft or other related crime. She had heard of the recent musical star's fall because of a horrid case of post traumatic stress syndrome. It seemed that the man was extremely haunted by his memories and who wouldn't?

"C'mon Handsome, If you cant keep up You wont last with me Around."

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Ahh well, a little spitfire. Interesting how the feisty ones always came in cut e acute package, and this one with even a little added flare. A lycan, what a spicy recipe indeed. She was off the hook- two steps away from flailing her arms and pulling out her hair. To some, it may seem rather disturbing- watching this woman take out her rage. Seeking revenge. Taking out her anger on the men who had enslaved her. And if you were one of those who saw it as so wrong- then give your head a shake. This was the sexiest thing he had seen in a while- and for a man that actually used the head on his shoulders instead of the one he toted around between his legs, take it as a compliment.

It was hard to keep a straight face as he leaned back against the thick bars of the cage she had been confined in. Turning her attention, her rage, on Gunnar as she stalked closer to him, he simply raised a quizzical brow, a smirk lifting one corner of his lip line as he remained silent. She leapt from the stage, and Gunnar simply swayed to a stand rather than a lean, tilting his head in amusement as he watched her storm through the crowd, talking to him as if he were directly behind her. If she wanted a dog she could put a leash on, she better look elsewhere. His gaze cast scrutiny over the crowd before falling on one of the auctioneers that was bleeding from the mouth and coming to a stand. Calm, collected, Gunnar leaned forward, raising a hand and wiggling a finger in a come-hither gesture. Hesitant, the man approached, but was only met with a quick jab to the jaw- his body spinning on the spot as if he were going to screw in to the auction block before teetering in to an unconscious heap on the ground. Interesting- it didn't feel as good for him to do it.. as it did for him to watch her do it. That was a first.

Stepping off of the stage, his swagger of a stride carried him confidently through the patrons of the Cyanide, sliding a bill to the bartender as he paused. The man handed him a battle and Gunnar offered him a nod before turning to make his way through the building, his smirk only intensifying as he came up behind Tina a bit later than she probably would have hoped for. He ran a finger under her chin as he walked by, "Cute." In reference to her display, offering an amused wink as he continued on his way out of the building and on to the street to waiting ride that idled with a high purr. The slick black Hayabusa carried an extra helmet, flat black and tinted screen - identical to his own. Without looking behind him, he held it off to the side. "Helmet." A simple statement before he reached for his own to pull it on as he swung one leg over the rear of the bike and leaned it upright, off of its kickstand, waiting..