Private A Wolf on a Mission

[Redd]

FIGHT OR FLIGHT​

Location: Geonosis: Goblah City, The Citadel
Equipment: Outfit
Tags: Haastal Haran​

Redd was motivated, more than motivated in fact. She didn’t realise that she had begun to feel the sting of pain until she actually felt it on Rodia. The wolf had forgotten the memory of physical pain because she had gotten so good in the arena that even she herself had managed to avoid getting injured. That was until she had escaped and found her way into the ranks of the Confederacy. There, tucked away from the real world, they had helped her return back to a healthy weight and had even managed to persuade the wolf that the motley crew could be something of a pack to the red wolf. A pack that had more than just lupines in it. However she had grown accused to the motley group and secure in her own skills as a wolf, but Rodia had been a wake up call.

The red wolf lacked the human fighting skills that were needed for certain situations and it had been with great frustration that she had woken up back in the medical unit once again. This time, it had been for a stab wound in her right side and severe gash to her shoulder. Not to mention she sucked at being told what to do. So when the medical staff told her to remain in wolf form, she growled and may or may not have bitten one of them. That was between her, the medical staff and potentially Gerwald. Who she hadn’t seen since waking up.

Which brought her to her next dilemma. Training. Redd wanted to train and with Gerwald nowhere to be found, it was harder to learn human fighting than she had originally thought.

So, when she was told that she could finally shift without doing more damage to her injuries, she did. The wound itself on her right side was bandaged and still sensitive to even movement. Her arm wasn’t as bad as her side injury was, but it was still sore to the touch and an angry red mark travelled from her shoulder, down her arm. It stopped short by her elbow and although it was healing, the skin pulled with movement and at one time she thought that the skin would split open once again. However, as she walked down the hallway of The Citadel where the dojos and training halls were, her golden green eyes had narrowed upon a man just leaving one of those training rooms. A man who she assumed was one of the Knight’s Obsidian.

She limped up to the man as he donned his jacket and her left hand rose up to shove the man back into the wall. His stunned expression was all that she saw written upon his face as she crossed her arms over her chest, of which to avoid wincing at the fact that the movement caused her pain. ”You. Me. In the training room. Now. I need to train and I need to train in my human form.” The woman almost growled at him, to push him into submitting into what she wanted. Which was exactly what she would do if she was a wolf. Redd was an alpha by her birth right and as he stammered with excuses, her arms unfolded while then her right hand reached out to wrap around his throat as she leaned in. ”No excuses. You teach me to fight like a human does.”

While she couldn’t prove it, she wondered if the bandages were a part of why he didn’t want to teach her. Did every two legger sit around at a leisurely pace while they healed? What a waste of time. Perhaps it was just her, but she couldn’t sit still. Even while hurt, she still fully believed in fighting, or in this case, practicing. Being forced to fight had taught her one thing; pain was irrelevant when it came to an opponent. They didn’t care if the one they fought were wounded, because they would still happily kill them if it meant they could live. Which was where the fight or flight response kicked in and a growl of frustration rumbled from within as the man seemed more scared of her than actually willing to train. So, her hand lifted from his throat and she took a couple of steps back so then he could leave.

Finding someone who had the time to train her and wasn’t afraid of her, was going to be harder than she thought.​

 

[Haastal Haran]

Location: The Citadel
Equipment: Outfit
Tag: Redd

He hated this karking place. he hated the Knight's, he hated the Viceroyals who spent their time flossing their asses, and he hated every goddamned Force User that crossed his path. Even before he'd joined The Confederacy Haastal had his fill of Force Users. He didn't give a damn that they had The force or their magick, he just got sick of the way they walked around with their chins raised and their shoulders back, like they were better than everyone else.

Like they were better than him.

As far as Haastal was concerned, he didn't give a damn about his rank or his relationship with Isley. He didn't have anything to prove. He didn't have anyone to impress. What brought him to The Citadel? Well, there were just the few points of command that you couldn't escape, it didn't matter how hard he tried. In fact, it all went smoother if he just got it over with. So that was what he was doing. He'd had to drop off a report to the Knight's main office. During a mission after Rodia his unit had been attached to a group of Knights. Protocol dictated he drop off a report on the conduct of the Knight's Obsidian when tasked laterally with his own CDF forces. It was a bunch of bantha poodoo, but he got it done all the same.

He was walking out of a clerk's office, making his way down his hall while he hummed a tune to himself. He walked towards the main spine, hoping to make a fast exit, but there was some commotion that caught his ears. His steps slowed to a halt when he turned towards the training halls. He could hear something going on and it caused him to glance back down the hall before exhaling and making his way over to the training wing.

He walked through the threshold with an interested expression. When he stepped into one of the rotunda's his eyes caught a woman holding a man against the wall, talking about...training? He watched the scene for a bit before chuckling as the man was turned loose from the woman's grip.

The man strode past Haastal and the Mandalorian couldn't help but shake his head at the man. "queen." He said, while the man walked past him. He looked to the woman, noticing the crimson hair that fell from her shoulders. She had a look about her and it seemed like an attitude to boot. He pulled the jacket from his chest before tossing it on a bench in the corner of the room. "Come on, I'll show you how to fight." He said.

Walking up to the woman, he appeared casual, speaking plainly. "There are four different kinds of combat they teach in CDF. The first is aggressive, then reactive th-" His words broke off when his right fist slammed into the woman's injured side. "But aside from all that bullshit, don't let your guard down." He said, looking to the woman as he stepped back and took up a defensive position. He kept his shoulders broad and his legs in line with them. His hands were opened and his eyes locked on the woman before him. "Now, class is in session."

 

[Redd]

TRAINING​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Disappointment had been the first response that she had felt when the man had walked away and spoke a word that wasn’t overly correct. queen was a word that meant female and she was female, but she wasn’t a dog. The wolf had half a mind to show him exactly the differences between a dog and a wolf, because a wolf was wilder in nature and more likely to rip a man’s throat out for slighting them. However, her golden gaze landed upon another male who seemed to be lingering in the hallways and her head angled to the right as he began to approach her. Normally, most wouldn’t have approached the wild one after a display of animal tendencies like that, however this man seemed… Different.

As he walked into the room, she watched him take off his jacket only to toss it upon a bench and speak. If she had been in wolf form, her ears would have perked forwards in interest. Instead she took a couple of steps forwards when he said that he would train her. He would? He wasn’t afraid that she would rip his throat out? She blinked for a second as she realized that her wolf was speaking to her and she gave it a mental pat. Sometimes, she had to realize that the wolf was a part of her and that she acted more wolf than normal; even though she felt more wolf than human while in human form. However, in human form, she had to remind herself not to let the wolf through, just as Gerwald had said. It was an objective that she failed at most of the time. He had told her to blend in, but blending in was a lot harder for her, especially considering she had spent many years stuck in wolf form and fighting to stay alive. It had been the wolf to save her, not the human.

The human was weak and it became extremely apparent when the man’s fist sank into her side and pain exploded through her body, causing her to double over in pain. Golden green eyes became a solid gold in colour, while black dots crossed her field of vision and she drew in a sharp breath. The instant response was to shift as she felt anger rise up within. To shift and rip out his throat with her sharp teeth, but instead she simply growled while hands that had moved to cover the healing wound, lightly lifted to see that a faint red was slightly colouring the bandages. Weak, the wolf from within spoke. This human body is weak. Let me out, so then I can show this unruly male his place, it challenged her and she shook her head.

Redd had to learn to be human and it also meant she had to train as a human, to grow strong so then she didn’t have to rely upon just her wolf alone. She just had to remember to fight through the pain like her wolf did all those years ago. Fight regardless of the pain and although she knew that the medical staff was going to be less than impressed with her, the wolf winced before she straightened her form. She had to take a moment to breathe before she spoke, ”That, was a cheap shot.” Her wolf wouldn’t allow her to go easy now, especially after that cheap attack and she was going to have to be more careful to avoid shifting.

Taking note of the man’s stance, she began to quietly limp slightly to the left, before she paused. If she had been a wolf she wouldn’t have hesitated like she did, but she hesitated now because she wasn’t at all familiar with fighting with two hands. The male before her, looked like he definitely knew what he was doing and it was making her think more about her own attack than she normally would have. Being reactive was how she usually responded and wouldn't have normally let him get into a stance after that attack. Normally. If she hadn't been wounded. Finally she went for it as she closed her fists and abruptly approached him while her right fist was aimed for his throat.​

 

[Haastal Haran]

He liked the way she moved. It made his lips curl up in a smirk. He knew that fist he'd sank into her wound had to hurt like a queen, but she wasn't sitting and wallowing in her pain like a queen, no she was trying to figure out how to return the favor. He heard her growl out that he'd hit her with a cheap shot and he arched a brow in curiosity. "Yea, it was wasn't it? Hurt like a son of a Hutt too, didn't it?" He asked, before waving his hand at her dismissively. "Throw the bullshit away, girl. Fights aren't about makin' it look pretty, it's about winnin'." His talking either hit home or pissed her off. When she limped to his side, he expected something a little less direct, but what she went with was pretty impressive.

The girl charged forward, bringing her right fist up, aiming for his head? No, the throat. He'd put some distance between them for a reason, when she charged forward and brought her fist up his right hand came up in a sweeping motion away from him. He swatted at her wrist, causing the strike to miss its target by a hair. His eyes quirked as he realized something.

This queen had some bite to her. He didn't dwell. Haastal reared back, bringing his right leg up for a quick strike, aiming the hard bone of his leg for the woman's injury once again. "Eyes, ears, nose, mouth, neck, spine, knees, ankles, and nuts. Anywhere someone ain't used to bein' hit, hit them there. Wherever will throw them off, y'know?"

He looked to the girl's wrist, stepping back a bit more while speaking. "Don't overextend your punches, weakens the muscles and just makes you more vulnerable." He told her.

Redd

 

[Redd]

TRAINING​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Move, The wolf had said as his hand shifted the trajectory of her fist, which caused her to just miss her target. She pulled her right hand back as she drew her left foot out and slid to her left, Haastal’s right, before she used the momentum to slide her right foot backwards and draw away from the male to place distance between the two, just as his leg missed her. Redd realised that he had aimed for her injury again and the woman was quickly realizing that she was going to have to protect her right side from further attacks. She listened as he spoke, but as she limped and paced at the same time, left to right, right to left; it was as if a predator was trying to judge just how to approach their prey. In wolf form she was far more agile, but being a human felt lanky. All arms and legs that felt clunky with no real benefit other than to get in her way. While this man made every movement seem fluid and he used more than just his fists. He used his feet as well.

Winning. She knew all about winning… In wolf form and she was slightly envious of how the man before her moved. The wolf had to get better and if sparring with this man helped, then she would. Her head angled slightly to the right as golden eyes slid over the man’s form in an appreciative manner and she remembered just how the wolf would track every tension within its opponent’s body. Muscle tension gave away movement and she couldn’t allow her wound to hinder her own. Regardless of how much it hurt, she had to stop limping and simply move. The only time that the wound was to be considered, would be when he attacked her and he seemed to only be aiming for the one spot. So… She couldn’t give him the opportunity.

Redd continued to pace, but now the limp was fading from each step as she slowly but surely focused on the man rather than the pain. The wolf within growled in frustration at not being able to shift and the woman herself couldn’t help but growl in frustration. It was like clothes all over again and it felt like her skin itched with the need to shift, but she held it back. This man was not getting the better of her. If he did, she had better be dead. Slowly, she edged forwards but remained out of arm’s reach. She perked a brow then as she remembered not to over extend her punches. The lupine was gifted with natural speed, perhaps she could use this particular gift to her advantage.

Lifting her nose just slightly, she sniffed. He smelled some-what human, but she wasn't sure, there was something about him. Something she didn’t quite recognize and a frown creased her brow. Remember. Teeth and claws, The wolf chimed in and the woman patted it down. Indeed, a wolf didn’t simply rely upon its teeth and a smirk curved her lips. This time, she used her lupine's natural speed, while Redd feigned left but shifted to the right and stepped into his space. Both of her hands rose up as if to grab the man by the throat. When a wolf went for the throat, they also used their back claws to sink into the lower fleshy parts of a human’s chest. This was so then that they could protect their bellies; being that a human’s hand could still prove to be a problem. So, a wolf created more problems for a human to distract them with. Redd was human at the moment, so making for this throat again as if to strangle him was her distraction, but the follow through was the knee that was brought through and aimed towards his lower extremities. What was the saying? A cheap shot deserved a cheap follow through?​

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[Haastal Haran]

He'd expected his leg to slam into the woman's wound again, but it actually missed and he found nothing but air. Haastal chuckled out, backing up from the woman as she began to fall into a pace. He brought his hands together, clapping when he watched the way she moved. "Now you're doin' something." He told her.

They did the little dance of every fight. The woman paced around him, reminding him of a stalking animal. It was a surreal moment, because as she walked around he felt as if there was truly a predator staring out at him. He quickly placed the thought out of his mind but by the time he had it was too late. The woman pushed forward, but quickly feigned to his right. Haastal was able to track the woman's movements but they had turned, they were faster and more precise. It was like she was able to completely flush the pain she'd been feeling a moment ago.

Kark.

When her hands wrapped around his throat, he started to step back but he was a moment too late. The moment her knee found home, he felt the pain flood him. Luckily he'd been in the middle of stepping back so the blow wasn't near as bad as it could have been, but it certainly hurt. It hurt a whole karking lot.

The Mandalorian fell down towards the ground. At first it seemed like the man may have been completely immobilized by the red headed woman's strike.

That wasn't the case.

Haasta's left arm coiled around the girl's leg, just below her knee. His right arm shot around the leg as well, all while his body turned viciously to the left. If the maneuver worked he would be able to bring the woman down to his level with a hard slam to the floor.

Redd

 

[Redd]

TRAINING​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Redd’s hands had wrapped around the bare skin of his throat and she had felt her knee connect with his lower extremities. A smirk had caressed her lips as she had successfully landed a cheap shot on the man and she almost jumped with glee at the simple fact that she had. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected for such a move to land, let alone be able to grab at his throat. Even the wolf within was somewhat surprised. However as she quietly celebrated this small victory against the man who had dared to challenge her, she felt his arms wrap around her legs. Golden eyes were drawn downwards as she frowned. Is he going to hug her legs to death to get back at her? She questioned, but she wouldn’t have to wait long to find out why he was hugging her legs.

The lupine felt his sudden movements then as he yanked her legs out from under her and down she went like a stack of cards. Her butt slammed onto the floor first, but it was her forearms that reached out to either side to avoid the rest of her smashing into the mats on the floor. With her head mere millimetres off the ground, the woman used her core muscles to help her sit up in a slight daze. Golden eyes looked at her legs then while she blinked in slight confusion. Of course her legs had been her undoing! She was used to walking on four legs not two and if she had been in wolf form, it wouldn’t have been too much of an issue if he had managed to wipe out two of her legs. In human form, the legs were more or less a down side, because her arms couldn’t stop her fall unless there was something to grab onto.

She felt slightly frustrated at this turn of events. In fact, she felt more than frustrated, she was pissed off. A snarl rumbled from the woman when she realised that the man had managed to not only swipe her legs out from underneath her, but had pulled her down to the ground. Oh sure she felt the pain of the wound and as she quickly checked it, she noticed that the blood stained the bandages. Yup, the medical staff was going to be pissed off at her, but that wasn’t her main worry. Her main worry would be Gerwald giving one of his lectures again about being careful, which was definitely not something that she was capable of doing.

This man however needed to be taught a lesson, one that she was happy to teach him because one did not simply put a lupine on the ground and not expect them to bite back. Not that he knew that she was lupine, but that didn’t matter. She was still going to teach him a lesson. Using her core muscles when they clearly screamed for help due to her wound, she had to extend far more energy as she reached out to grab his shirt and pulled herself up on top of him. To straddle the male, but instead of punching the man, she leaned forwards so then their noses were a bare few millimetres from each other. ”You’re going to regret that,” She said as her golden eyes sparkled with mischief.

Redd watched him for a moment, until she moved with swift movements, her head slightly to his right, to bite down hard upon the flesh of his throat. It was a move that was pretty standard for the woman... Had she been in wolf form. However, considering that she was pissed off at the man, all thoughts of not acting in a wolf manner had been thrown out the window. If anything, she wondered if it’d surprise him if she did manage to sink her teeth into his neck.​

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[Haastal Haran]

The moment they came down to the ground, Haastal felt the woman roll over him as she toppled over. The Mandalorian cursed, trying to reorient himself. It was a little too late, because by the time he righted himself the woman had climbed over him, ripping at his shirt. His eyes met hers for a moment while she gave him a menacing threat. She was so close to his face Haastal was about to spit in her face, just to get a rise out of her, but before he could...

"KARK!" He yelled out as the woman sank her teeth into his neck. He yelled out, but the yell quickly rolled over into a mad laugh. Oh, he was pissed, but at least he wasn't bored. The girl had taken his words to heart and struck at his exposed neck. Haastal's reaction was quick. His hand rushed up, grabbing the back of the girl's head and taking a handful of her long, crimson hair. He yelled out, pulling at the mass of hair in his hands. "Stupid queen!" He yelled out.

Haastal pressed into the back of the girl's head, pushing her into his neck and shoulder before growling lowly. He exhaled before letting go of the woman's hair and slapping her on the side of her temple, though the slap had little force behind it. "Alright, get the hell on with it. Either rip my throat out or get off." He told her, his tone didn't have much of the tease to it that it had earlier, but there was quite vividly something there.

Assuming the girl eventually let go of his neck, Haastal pushed her off of him while still chuckling a bit. The man rolled over, pushing himself to his feet as a few droplets of blood fell onto his shirt. He walked over to grab his jacket, pushing it to the bite mark on his neck before looking to Redd and shaking his head at the girl. "Get some form and you'll do alright." He said, before pulling the jacket back to see the crimson stain on it. "What's your name, girl?" He asked.

Redd

 

[Redd]

TRAINING​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Redd tasted his blood upon her tongue as her teeth broke his skin, while her hands that rested upon his chest curled inwards in an automatic response. While she wasn’t much into eating people, she still wasn’t above using her teeth and it seemed to have taken him by surprise, because the sound that tore from him made her sensitive hearing ring. The woman cringed at the sound, but it was the laughing that came next that mostly took her by surprised. He is laughing? She quietly questioned before she felt his hand grasp at her hair and yank to try to pull her away from her position at his throat. Pain sliced through her scalp as the tendrils of her hair were pulled at, but that only made her jaw clamp down harder upon the man’s throat.

Golden eyes cringed as he yelled, but the only response he got, was a growl that rumbled from the woman. The slap when he released her hair, only made her sink her teeth deeper into his skin, but it was his words that brought her back from the edge of her animalistic tendencies. Do it, rip his throat out and show him why you’re the dominant one here, her wolf whispered from within and golden eyes blinked for a moment. No. No she didn’t want to rip out the man’s throat, because he still had much to teach her. Plus, she kind of liked the fact that he was willing to train her even though she was in a wounded state.

Teeth slowly released their purchase upon his throat and allowed the man to push her off. Her body rolled with the movement so then she was seated upon the floor and she watched his movements. The woman’s tongue licked her lips and she tasted the lingering blood as the man spoke, so she wiped at her lips using the back of her hand. That was when a brow lifted at the word girl, but she knew that it wasn’t as if she had given the man a name. She was still a little stunned that he had been laughing while her teeth were in his throat. Who laughed at a situation like that? It was the first time anyone had thought her bite was funny and she shook her head as she used her hands to push herself up from the floor.

Pain flared up at her side and she bit her bottom lip. Redd was going to hear about it now. ”My name is Redd, Redd Astor, but most just call me Redd.” Her head angled slightly to the right as she watched him attend to the bite and her steps slowly carried her slim form over to the male. She lifted both of her hands towards the man, but paused and dropped them. ”You may need to go see medical; although don’t be surprised if they get a little annoyed with me. They say I’m their worst patient and I may have bitten one of them.” Golden eyes shifted to a golden green, ”I’m probably also going to get in a lot of trouble for biting you. Gerwald says that I should act more human but… It’s a little hard when you’ve been a certain way for most of your life.” She paused and then nodded at the wound, ”Let me see.” The woman demanded. Did she care about the male? It was hard to say, because he was strong. Had even challenged her, but all of this was a little strange. Hardly had anyone interacted with her outside of the small group that she did know and most of those people had been lupine. This man. Was most definitely not lupine, she could even taste it within his blood.

After a moment of quiet thinking, both of her hands lifted to slide up along his chest and finally her left hand rested upon his right shoulder, while her right hand lightly gripped the wrist that held the jacket to his throat.​

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[Haastal Haran]

Redd.

That name made sense. When she talked about him going to the medical bay for the bite, he couldn't help but chuckle at her. "Nah, kark that. Docs piss me off. I have a bacta patch kit in my ship, it'll do the trick. Hell, even my armor could give me the injection and patch I need for this bite."

He saw it.

Her eyes turned from gold to a sparkling green. This caused his eyes to lock on the woman with a smirk. She was an alien? Definitely not just a mutant. No, something different ran through her blood. When she talked about the bite again and someone named Gerwald? Now he was a bit confused, but it's nothing new. "Act?" He looked to the woman and paused, thinking about what she said. Yea, changing your ways after behaving a certain way was pretty difficult. Haastal should know...he hadn't been born Mandalorian after all. "Yea, not so easy..." He said.

"You ain't gettin' into any trouble. Besides, I've had bigger chunks than this taken out of me." He snorted. Haastal was about to turn from the woman when she stepped forward, demanding to see his wound. He looked to the woman, watching her hands roam up his chest to his shoulders. "Like what you feel?" He asked, a certain teasing tone ringing out before he finally sighed, letting the woman pull his hand from his neck. The wound there was a nasty one, spilling droplets of blood freely. It would need to be cleaned and properly bandaged, with a shot of bacta to boot. He'd live. It was a nasty bite regardless. His free hand grabbed the woman's waist, pulling her closer to him rather abruptly. "Here, get a good look of your handiwork." He told her, before smirking down at her. "Stings like a hutt."

He'd let her get a look before pushing the jacket back into place. "Redd. So why did you want to fight so bad anyway? Got somethin' you're tryin' to fix? Or just want to be Mrs little badass?" He asked her, his hand still resting on her waist where it had been.

Redd

 

[Redd]

WOLF​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

He asked her if she liked what she felt and to say that she didn’t would be an absolute lie. The woman had felt the man’s muscle underneath her palms and when he conceded to allowing her to look at the wound, she shook her head. Redd had done far more damage than she had initially thought, but had she been in wolf form, he probably would have already bled out by now. A frown had creased her forehead at the thought and it was those very thoughts that had distracted her enough to be caught off guard. His hand upon her hips that abruptly pulled her close, had a gasp of surprise being pulled from her and she let go of the wrist that she held. Her gaze lifted to view the man for a moment as she felt the man’s body heat and it felt strange to be this close to someone and not be killing them. No one had ever touched her in such a way, or held her close unless she was being carried off in an unconscious state or given a friendly hug.

To say that the action had caused a stir within, was an understatement, but it was the smirk that had her lips mirroring her own. ”Shame, you’re the first to ever survive one of my bites. Maybe I’ll have to rectify that one day.” She chuckled softly at the comment before she listened to him speak again and her free hand rested upon his chest, while the other travelled down along his arm. Such an intimate touch was unusual and her gaze shifted from his as she watched her hand on his arm. Mostly because she wanted to delay responding to him. What would she say? If she said anything, then would he run off? If she showed him exactly what she was, would he be fearful of what many called a beast? Finally, she settled upon the truth, because he was bleeding due to her. Plus. Admittedly, the hand upon her waist was reassuring. It was a physical touch that she hadn’t felt in such a long.

”I fight because it is all that I have ever known since I was a pup. The Sith killed my pack and I was so young when I watched my parents die. I was captured and I knew only of cages and arenas, where I fought to keep my life for many years. In this form I am weak and so I need to grow much stronger in this one. To fight as humans do, so that I will have the advantage in either form.” Show him, the wolf said and she bit her bottom lip. Redd didn’t want to step away from the male, to go back into the cold and stand alone once more. However, being alone was a feeling that she had gotten used to and a sigh fell upon her lips.

”It is better that I show you,” She finally said as she stepped back from the man. Turning away from him, she walked back into the centre of the room and began to remove her clothes. While she didn’t care for them, she did have to care about the fact that she wasn’t allowed to walk around The Citadel naked. The bandages were a lost cause, so when she finally turned back to look at the male, she was completely naked except for the bandages. She watched him for a moment and she almost didn’t want to do this because she worried that he would turn tail and run as so many had done before, but she also knew that she had to. Why? Well for starters, it would explain as to why she bit him.

Redd shifted. The transformation didn’t take long, only sixty seconds for an adult wolf and after it was finally done, she stood on four paws. Golden eyes stared at the man and she shook out her fur before she sat back onto her haunches. The red wolf lowered her head then and waited for a response. She quietly questioned if she even did the right thing, but she never truly understood if she was ever doing the right thing, because the line of right and wrong was always shifting.​

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[Haastal Haran]

Redd's words caused Haastal to chuckle in response. He looked to the woman with a wondering expression before speaking evenly to her. "Take a bite any time you want, Redd." He replied in a low, teasing tone. Her hands on his muscles made him look down at her, watch her. He liked it. Who wouldn't like a pretty woman running their hands over them? Especially when she could fight worth a damn. He let her do as she wanted, his hand holding onto her waist, enjoying the warmth that came from her.

There was a story behind everyone, wasn't there? Redd's story? Haastal had heard it before. In some way or form he'd seen this motivation time and time again. Almost every time it involved the Sith and every time it succeeded in bringing a sigh to his lips. He was no hero. He wasn't a good man by any stretch of the word, but most people he killed had it coming, they weren't helpless and they surely were not turned into slaves.

Slavery. Arena fighting. Now that was something that really pissed him off. His expression turned serious as his eyes narrowed and he nodded. "Galaxy's a rough place." It's all he could say. She didn't want sympathy and Haastal wasn't one to give it, but if nothing else he understood. Still, Redd pulled from his touch. He let her step back, pushing the jacket into his wound until he pulled back to check it for a moment, the blood flow was slowing. When he looked back to Redd she spoke about showing him something. "Show me what?" He asked.

Then she began to take her clothes off.

"Oh...yea, you can show me that." He said in a low tone, his lips curling up at what he saw. He'd been admiring her body happily, until she started to turn. Haastal watched, his eyes quirking up in surprise as the woman's body began to morph. Fur began to grow from her skin, her teeth became sharp and long, and the woman that he'd been admiring was soon replaced with something else, something more feral.

A lupine.

Haastal stood for a moment, his eyes washing over the wolf before him before he took a step forward. The lupine were a species in the galaxy that was capable of shifting their form from human to wolf at command. Haastal had heard of them, but he'd never seen one before. "That's why your crazy ass bit me." He chuckled out, moving closer to the woman and bending down to a knee. "You bite me and I'll kark you up..." He muttered, his hand reaching for her fur, running his fingers through it curiously.

"Woa...this is badass." He said in a low tone as he looked at the woman. "Who would want to be human when you can do somethin' like this?" He asked her, before running his hand over the wolf's fur covered back. "I like the wolf in you." He told her, before standing back to his full height.

Redd

 

[Redd]

WOLF​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Everyone had a different response and this man, his response was one that she didn’t actually expect. In fact when he spoke, her head lifted and her ears perked forwards at the sound. If she had been human, she would have smirked or chuckled at his response, but she was focused on remaining still and not reacting as the hand moved to her fur. The feeling of his hand running through her fur was an odd sensation. Only Gerwald had had the chance of running fingers through her fur and it was mostly because she expected not a pat but pain from everyone else. This man however, she had already bitten so she didn’t feel the need to bite him again. Not yet anyway, but it was soothing to know that he didn’t fear her like others did. Instead it seemed to make him more impressed with her wolf.

Redd watched him stand and she was a little disappointed as his hand left her fur. Standing up on her four paws, the red wolf rubbed her body against his legs before limping over to her clothes. Shifting was dangerous for lupines. It was the one point in time where they were most vulnerable to an attack, but considering she had already wounded the man who held a jacket to his neck, she wasn’t too worried. Besides… In a strange way, she trusted him and it wasn’t before long that she rose to stand on two legs once again. Naked and extremely comfortable with that fact. It was natural to her after all and she smirked at the male before her. ”I too prefer my wolf form, but most people are either fearful or want to kill the big bad wolf. So I’m forced to blend in.”

Her gaze shifted to look at her own wound that was bleeding once again and she sighed. ”Except Rodia showed me that there are benefits to being able to wield a weapon,” She grumbled mostly to herself only to remember that she was also still naked in front of a man who seemed to be appreciating the view. A brow was perked while a smirk curved her lips, ”See something that you like?” she asked in a playful manner before moving to begin putting her clothes back on. Honestly, while she wouldn’t have cared for the clothing, she was certain that anyone else who walked in here, would very much mind.

Pale hands moved to pick up the shredded bandages and she placed it against her side to staunch the flow. Her gaze moved back to the man then as she moved closer to him, but her golden green eyes never shifted from his own gaze. ”So now that you have seen my wolf. I guess you could say that I’m…” Redd paused as she fished for the right words. ”Trying to be a… Mrs little badass in both forms. Not just in wolf form. My past only helps to fuel the anger and pain that I feel; which means that I won’t ever be helpless again.”

After another pause, her free hand lifted to lightly poke at his chest then. ”I just realised that I don’t know your name.” She had been so worried that he might run, that she hadn’t even bothered to ask. ”Unless of course you want me simply call you man who squawks.” While the very thought of simply teasing him with that title was tempting, she wondered about the man before her. He had barely spoken about himself and now she was beyond curious. What would make a man stick around long enough after being bitten? His bravado was intriguing and she continued to suggest titles for him. ”Oh, or maybe man who rolls over?” In wolf terms, she was basically calling him out. Challenging him almost, as a smirk curved her lips once more. For a wolf only showed their belly to another wolf in submission.​

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[Haastal Haran]

Her fur was unbelievably soft. He could tell when she brushed past him to get to her clothes. When the woman did shift back, Haastal found the experience to be interesting as opposed to shocking as it was the first time. Her fur receded back into her skin and beautiful lips replaced her maw. Her wonderfully naked form was revealed to him once again and just as he had the first time he admired every curve her body held. While the woman spoke, Haastal pulled a small metal cylinder from his pocket. He tapped it against the back of his hand, causing a small cigarra to pop out the bottom of the device. "Blending in is fething stupid." He said, before pulling the cigarra out with his teeth. "If blending in meant shit, Mandalorians would have quit wearing their armor everywhere." He said, his teeth clenched while he lit the cigarra on the back of the device.

Haastal exhaled a small cloud of smoke into the air while looking to the woman. Her words weren't just teasing. To him they were all too inviting. "Hell yea." He told her, before looking over to her side. She'd reopened her wound. Well, he'd reopened it, but it wasn't like there was much of a difference there. She'd taken a chunk out of his neck so they were even.

Redd approached Haastal after dressing herself, almost immediately pressing a finger into his chest, which he batted away without a thought. She'd been having her jokes and Haastal could only snort at them.

"Haastal." He told her. Although the name was new to him, one he'd only gained in the last few years, he'd begun to feel more at home with that than his birth name. He stepped forward, grabbing the woman's lower back as he pulled her close to him. He looked down at her, taking a moment and enjoying the smell she gave off and the warmth that filled his hand. He didn't say anything. He didn't care to. It was enough. He pulled from her before turning to leave out of the training room. "I have a med kit on my ship. Gonna patch myself up and then make some dinner, you hungry?" He asked, gesturing out towards the hall. "If you ain't doin' shit you may as well come with me, I can take a look at that wound of yours." He offered.

Redd

 

[Redd]

INQUISITIVE​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

To say that she enjoyed the feeling of being close to the male and the contact, was an understatement to say in the least and it was fast becoming almost like a drug to her. Her free hand was pressed flat against the male’s chest once more as she angled her head slightly to the right. Quietly she pondered upon his words, words that talked about Mandalorians and it only peaked her interest further. Who and what were these Mandalorians? Quit wearing their armour? They had their own special armour? To say she wasn’t well versed in the normal was another understatement, but she was sure that she would eventually learn everything that she needed to know. For now, she didn’t need to quiz the man on everything today... Or did she?

”Haastal…” Redd quietly whispered to herself as he pulled away from her and she almost whined in protest at his actions. Enjoying the warmth of another body was a luxury that had been rare for her, especially considering damp cages had mostly been her life. Not to mention any kind of touch back then, had mostly been with the intent to harm, rather than hold. It was just nice to finally experience something a little differently. Yet he seemed intent on leaving the training room, that was until he spoke of dinner and as if on cue, her stomach rumbled. Oh she was always hungry and definitely enjoyed a big fat steak any day. Although, ever since joining the Confederacy, she learned pretty fast that they preferred to cook their meat rather than eat it raw. As long as it didn’t have vegetables, she was more than happy to feast.

She took a quick moment then to pause and peel back the torn bandages that she held in her right hand, so then she could look at the reopened wound. Well, he’d be able to help her and she could enjoy a meal. As long as there was someone attending to her wound and not threatening to give her a shot to put her sleep, she was more than okay with following the male. ”Dinner sounds great and anything to get me out of trouble with the medical staff, will be greatly appreciated.” She said with a light smirk upon her lips when she pressed the torn bandages back to her wound. Bare feet padded after the male then to follow him back to his ship. The woman hated flying, in fact, it unsettled her, but for now that would be her little secret. Unless he decided to take off and then that would be a problem.

”Tell me more about the Mandalorians. It’s not something that I’m at all too familiar with. One could say that my pack didn’t have much interactions with the outside world and when they did, it was to bring in new blood to stave off mental instabilities. Some would become so unstable that we had to appoint a pack executioner to protect the pack. As those that went rabid, didn’t know friend from foe anymore. So an alpha many alphas ago, allowed members of the pack to seek out a mate and bring them back to the pack.” Redd paused as she realised that she had been rambling again and she shrugged. ”But that’s old history. I’ve heard about Mandalorians in passing, but I have never actually pondered about what a Mandalorian is. Is it you blood? I did notice that it didn’t taste like a normal human’s blood. It tasted… Strange.”

Her words died off and a frown creased her forehead in thought. How could she describe his blood to him. Human but not quite human? Had their blood been experimented on? ”Do Mandalorians originate from a human that had once been experimented on?”​

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[Haastal Haran]

When the woman agreed to accompany Haastal for the evening he turned away from her. He had a small smile on his lips, even he could feel it. "Well, keep up." He called back to her, though we was happy for the company. Haastal didn't have many friends and the only women he ever had much exposure to didn't last for too long. Redd felt different. Not some girl to warm his bed for an evening and then be kicked off his ship. No, he genuinely enjoyed the woman's presence and not just what she could offer him. They walked through the halls and occasionally Haastal would press the jacket back to his neck to sweep up any stray droplets of blood. They fell here and there but they were gradually slowing.

That was when she asked about The Mandalorians. Just as he was about to ask what rock the woman had been living under, she revealed the history of her life on her homeworld. So the Lupine didn't just turn into wolves, they were wolves, who could turn into humans. There was a bit of a difference, it seemed the Lupine stayed wolves by default.

It wasn't until the woman mentioned his blood tasting different that he paused. He looked back to the woman and shook his head. "Nah, that's something else." No, he was not entirely a human. There was a bit more to his history than something as simple as a blood tie to some odd heritage. In fact, his heritage was the least impressive thing about him. "When I left my homeworld I joined a mercenary group and they-uh...changed a few things." He told her before waving his hand at the thought. "Boring story."

"Anyway, The Mandalorians are more of an ideal than a people. We're warrior nomads...well, some of us are. These days we're divided. Some of the Mandalorians follow the Sith, some stay independent, but most are scattered in clans all over the galaxy doin' their own thing. I belong to Clan Verd, they stay in CIS space." He told her. When Haastal considered the events that led him to become a Mandalorian, he couldn't help but chuckle in his mind. "I've only been a Mandalorian for a few years, but it's not that hard. We got a code we follow, called the Resol'nare. The rules are pretty simple. Wear the armor, speak the language, defend yourself and your family, raise your kids to be Mandalorians, contribute to your clan, and follow Mand'alor the leader of the Mandalorians. Although, that last one is kind of subject to interpretation these days."

"Mandalorian ain't got shit to do with blood, race, or any of that. Follow the code and you're Mando'a." He said as they moved to the exterior landing pads. When they did step onto the landing pad, Haastal cursed audibly at what he saw.

"Haar'chak!" He cursed out.

Standing in front of the man's freighter was a number of men, dressed in the Commando uniforms of the Dauntless Legion.

"Man, what the hell are y'all doin' here?!" He asked them. One of the Commandos walked over to Haastal, holding a datapad out to him. "Grand Marshal, we have orders to keep you safe and we will execute them."

Haastal sank his face in his hands, groaning audibly. "Like freakin' cath hounds man. Look, fine if ya'll gotta follow me around like flies on a bantha's ass then be my guest. Stay outta my fethin' ship, hate to accidently shoot one of you fools." He grabbed Redd's hand, pushing past the Commando who could only nod obediently. "Yes, Marshal."

"Karkin' robots." Haastal muttered, approaching his freighter as the main ramp lowered for the two of them. Haastal led the woman up the ramp and quickly closed it before any of his trigger happy guardsmen would follow him inside.

Redd

 

[Redd]

CURIOUS​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Redd listened as he spoke and she found that with every answer he gave, he only opened it up to more questions. Like for instance, what exactly did the mercenary group change and why did they change it? Did the changes to his body only further increase his physical body and skills? To her the story didn’t seem at all boring, but the man had already moved on and so she listened with intent. The red wolf had heard of Clan Verd, in fact she was sure that she had actually worked with one or two from Clan Verd. If that was the case, then if everyone had the last name Verd, did that instantly make them Mandalorians? How many other clans were there?

The one of the Mandalorian directives sounded similar to the way that her own pack had lived their lives and she had to wonder if they had been influenced by Mandalorians or if the Mandalorians had been influenced by lupines. Or perhaps, it was a universal directive. One that was similar to a universal spoken language. That being body language. Or, perhaps it was just simply a baser instinct that all sentient beings lived off of. The need to protect one's family. The rest didn’t seem like her lupine pack, but then again, she needed to stop comparing the two. ”Mando’a,” Redd repeated under her breath. It sounded funny upon her tongue, felt unnatural even. Perhaps it was just something that someone had to say many times over in order for it to start feeling natural. Kind of like putting clothes on, although she was still waiting for that one to start feeling natural.

His curse brought her out of her quiet thoughts about the topic and her eyes were drawn to the men that stood at his ship. Haastal began to ask them questions, but it was the datapad that held the red wolf’s interest. Orders to keep Haastal safe? He seemed like he could handle himself, why did he need a team to keep him safe? A frown formed upon her brow, but it was the hand that grabbed her own and drew her into the ship that quickly caught her attention. ”Grand Marshal?” Redd questioned him as she took note of the fact that he had suddenly become quite displeased with the presence of the men. ”What is a Grand Marshal and is it the fact that you’re a Grand Marshal that has made you a target? Or the fact that you are a Mandalorian?” She paused for a moment, as she watched the man for a moment. ”Why do they need to defend you? You seem capable of defending yourself.”

At least… That was what she had initially thought, but she didn’t think that most people would go around being called Grand Marshal if they couldn’t handle themselves. It seemed like an important title, much like alpha was an important title amongst lupines that lived in a pack. Suddenly she felt on edge. For if Haastal needed a group of men to protect him, didn't that signify danger? ”Haastal, do we need to be worried about something? An attack?” A low growl rumbled from the wolf, while her golden green eyes blended into a solid gold yet again as she looked around the male, not really willingly to let go of the warm hand that held her own. There were a couple of things to pay heed to when it came to Redd. If anyone dared to try to interrupt her meal time, they would probably lose a hand and if they tried to hurt those that she cared about, then they would probably pay with their life. Even as injured as she was; she wasn’t going to let anyone take what she deemed was hers. Over her dead body.​

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[Haastal Haran]

When Redd's questions came, Haastal was prepared to answer them. It wasn't that he disliked the position he was in...well he did, but for rather petty reasons. When they got onto the ship, he tapped a code into the panel so that the ship would come alight. It was a large ship with all a person could need in their travels through the galaxy. "Grand Marshal of the Dauntless Legion." Haastal said, while walking over to a couch in the center of what must have been the main living area. "I worked for a sector of the Confederacy for a little while. Mainly conscripting bounty hunters and mercs to come fight for us. When they shut the department down I was out of work for a bit. Until I got a message from the CDF. They needed someone to lead their Commando Battalions and the credits were nice, so I took up the job for a temporary basis." He shrugged, tossing the jacket on the other side of the room.

Haastal leaned down, tapping a button hidden on the underside of the couch. A compartment sprang from the seating area and Haastal continue to speak as he shifted through it. "I'm fine. We're fine. My Commander, the leader of the CDF, assigned security details to all the Grand Marshals because of the terrorist bullshit."

The Mandalorian finally pulled a metallic case from the compartment, before looking to Redd and standing up. "Lay down." He said. He pulled Redd close to him. Very close. His hand pressed into her side as his lips lingered over hers for a moment. "I'll patch you up." He said in a low tone before guiding the woman down to the couch. He laid her down, pulling out a large bacta patch. Haastal would lift up Redd's shirt, while speaking evenly. He pulled a bacta solution from the container while he spoke. "My name before I joined the Mandalorians wasn't Haastal. It was Achilles."

"Few years ago I gained a debt. The deal was my debt would be paid off if I became a true Mandalorian. You know in the beginning I just thought it was a bunch of bullshit. Whatever, I'll wear the armor and say the words but I didn't think it would really change me or anything. I figured it was just another job, just a bit less specific criteria. But y'know...lately I've been likin' the life. Sometimes it's nice to fight for somethin' other than credits." He said, applying the bacta ointment to the woman's wound just before loading the bacta injection gun.

"Don't know why I told you that, just in a talkative mood, I guess." He said, before placing a hand on the woman's stomach to steady her. "This might sting." He said, pressing the tip of the injector to the wound, filling it with a cool stream of bacta.

Redd

 

[Redd]

CURIOUSITY​

Tags: Haastal Haran​

Her gaze followed the male as he spoke and she quietly followed him into the main living area of the ship. For the most part she usually only travelled on transport ships, but this one seemed a little… Homey. It reminded her a little of her own room within The Citadel, but she figured that most sentient homes must look at least somewhat similar. Then again, the comfort was an adjustment that she herself wasn’t used to and still from time to time, slept in wolf form on the floor.

She watched as the compartment sprung up from the seating area and she was drawn towards the male as she looked into the compartment. Such things intrigued her, much like the lightsaber. A weapon that could repel blaster rounds and had found it rather handy at one stage, even though she had accidentally broken it afterwards. However, she hadn't realised that she had gotten within arms reach of Haastal, until he pulled her in close once more and she came up flush against him. The warmth of the touch was electrifying and she wanted to explore it just a little more, but as his hand pressed into her side and her gaze was drawn upwards, she couldn’t help but notice just how close their lips were. If she could rise up onto her toes just a little…

Once more, he drew her back out of her thoughts as he spoke and she was guided to the couch where she laid down for him. The hand that held the torn pieces of bandage, was drawn away so then he could have access to the old stab wound. The initial blade had nicked an artery, which had led to her bleeding out. One could say that the surprise had caused it to hurt more, but it was she who had pulled the knife out so then she could move to a safer zone. Although she had failed in that objective. Gerwald had to carry her to safety as the blood loss had severely weakened her and caused her to lose consciousness. Redd didn’t even remember anything till she had woken up in a hospital bed.

Haastal’s warm hands upon her skin was more or less reassuring and she closed her eyes to listen to the man’s voice as he spoke. She didn’t mind that he seemed talkative and she welcomed it even. Redd drew in a breath when the man inserted the needle into the wound, but distracted herself with conversation instead. ”I like conversation. Someone can learn a lot by simply listening or exchanging stories. I can tell you now after listening to your story, that while Achilles sounds like a good name, I think that Haastal suits you better. A new name for a new leaf.” The wolf said with a gentle smile. ”Sometimes I struggle to find my own place within this new life that I find myself in. I honestly don’t know what I should be doing, except defending my new found motley pack that is filled with far more different species than lupines. Being in the arena, my purpose was to simply fight, but now..”

Redd’s words drifted off as she opened her now green eyes to look at the male that carefully attended to her wound. ”I have no clue as to what I should be doing and I feel restless. Bloodthirsty even and I struggle to channel it. I guess I’m slightly envious of the fact that you have a purpose. Perhaps one day you could teach me the language of the Mandalorians and continue training me; if only to keep me occupied when I don't have to defend or kill our enemies.” Once he was done tending to her wound, she moved to rise from the couch. ”Now we must tend to your wound and I have to say, I don’t at all feel guilty. For it means that I left my mark on you,” The red wolf said in a playful tone while a smirk caressed her lips.​

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[Haastal Haran]

No one had ever spoken to Haastal about his name change. He'd never had a chance to really talk about it. Not that he cared much, but when Redd's smile came over him he looked to the woman searchingly. His eyes met hers for a spare moment before he returned the smile warmly. He listened to Redd talk about the arena again. Slavery. He clenched his jaw unknowingly as he injected the woman with bacta. She seemed lost and Haastal could certainly empathize with that, before he was a Mandalorian who was he? Nobody.

"Achilles wouldn't have cared about your story or any of that." He told her, while wiping down the wound and placing a bacta patch over it. He exhaled, leaning back for a moment, his hand still running along her belly softly. "But Haastal does." He told her.

"Yea, spending more time with you sounds good." He said with a brief nod of his head. When Redd stood up Haastal rose with her, but only briefly as he sat back down so she could take a look at his neck. While Redd took a look at Haastal's neck, he decided to keep speaking a bit. He was enjoying it. "Haastal was the name of a Mandalorian I fought with. He was older. Kind of an nerf herder actually." He said, chuckling a bit. "It was supposed to be a simple job with the Mandos, help the CIS take out some oppressive Bounty Hunter's guild on this rock in the Outer Rim. They were more prepared than we thought."

"We uh- We were doin' overwatch to keep the other Mandalorians safe when they pulled out a karkin' gunship on us. We had jump packs so we were able to get away for a while but even we couldn't outrun a gunship." Haastal had a way about speaking, in a way it seemed the man took nothing serously, but when looking deeper than the surface you could tell the moment was vividly etched into his brain. "They tried to pick me off with a minigun. Haastal pushed me out of the way, took the fire."

He turned his eyes to Redd, gazing at the woman meaningfully. "Why? Y'know? We weren't friends. We weren't brothers or anything. We'd known each other about half a day and he had a plasma bolt rip through his chest because of me." He cleared his throat before continuing. "His brother, Isley was able to take down the gunship but the damage was done, Haastal was dying."

"Before he died. He told me I had a debt, kind of debt only a guy like me could fulfill."

"Haastal doesn't die. That was my debt. Fight for Isley, defend Clan Verd, and become a true Mandalorian." He said, looking to Redd and chuckling a bit. "Pretty dumb thing to get tethered to for a life debt, huh?"

Redd