7th Bark | Pissing off a wolf.

[nofortunateone]

who: Mr. Gold & Toby Allaway
Where: Everglade
What: Bounty Yo: Refined Whispers
Warning: None.. maybe language.


[Everglade is a foggy city, it’s over all temperature is warm and muggy creating fine beads of condensation on the skin. Toby is used to this city and its habits; it’s a place he’s almost dared to call home enjoying the ferocity of its nights and then hiding behind its calm mask during the day.

He’s determined to find the bastards who were released from prison and see each and every one of them dead or behind bars. When Gold spots the large man he’ll see him as a dark outline on the otherwise calm night. Toby’s shoes and shirt were discarded leaving only a loose pair of sweat pants hanging around his hips. His muscles ripple and pull as he walks his expression grim and focused. His dark eyes were the color of a storm, shifting as if the sun attempted to peak through the midnight gray clouds.

Toby walks pass Mr. Gold, his head snaps to the left and he turns, retracing his step. A low growl vibrates in his chest and it’s obvious that the large man is both lost and angry.

The whisper brushes against Toby’s shoulder, caressing his ear with a sweet promise of blood and flesh. He tastes the lure on his tongue only to break the tension in his shoulders and push the insistent voice away. He’ll resist because resisting is what he does but he isn’t enjoying it. He can’t follow the whisper, no matter which way he turns its behind him.

It takes him some time to realize that Gold is there, that the man is most likely staring at Toby’s erratic behavior.]

Do you hear it?

[Toby could care less if someone else thinks he’s crazy. He’s hanging onto his sanity by a thin thread hoping that his careful control remains in place until he can find the source of this whisper. Then he can only hope that he doesn’t rip the man causing him to feel these urges to pieces.]

Comments

[magicsprice]

Yes.

[He recognizes the behavior well enough. Anyone who's seen an animal in a cage or watched a hound waiting to be let loose to hunt surely would recognize it as well. He can also hear the whisper like a siren call. It reminds him of the voices he used to be haunted by after gaining the curse he bears the first time. Only this is more subtle, more insidious, indefinitely harder to ignore.

Perhaps it's fortunate that he's dealt with voices trying to trick him, trying to push him, into doing things he normally wouldn't do. He's well practiced at realizing when certain thoughts aren't his own. Which is why he's not yet tried to break any of Toby's bones yet to see if he could, to see how long it would take him to make the other man scream.]

Now how do you suggest we find just whom or what is whispering such sweet nothings at us hm? Can you smell the magic that is attached? Because they're right in the fact that there is magic involved in this. I can feel that much.

[nofortunateone]

[Toby is distracted, his head twists wildly as the whisper presses against his senses. He tries to block it out, to section off his brain with his thoughts and then his nature. He inhales a slow breath and tastes the magic in the air. He smells gold first who smells different but he isn't lingering on that for now.

He turns away, inhaling the air until he can point the direction that the magic is whispering from.

Gold can try and hurt Toby, he probably can, but what he doesn't know is the true depth to Toby's other nature. Physical pain means nothing to him when instincts take hold. He harness that focus now and begins to walk. Gold can follow or not.]

[magicsprice]

[For now Gold merely watches Toby as he seeks a direction, keeping his magic contained inasmuch as he can so as not to interfere. Best really to refrain from interfering the tracking effort that Toby is attempting, which meant no magic use on his part.

Yet anyway.

He suspected he'd have plenty of chance to exercise his own talents once they found the one responsible for it. The focus also helped in distracting him from giving the whispers much attention and old habits at making certain that certain thoughts and ideas were actually his took care of that.

When he noted that Toby had obviously decided on a direction, he followed the other man. Silently for now, since really there was nothing to be said until they either found their culprit or until Toby showed him that silence wasn't necessary as he tracked this magic down.]

[nofortunateone]

[Toby continues to follow the trail. At times he’s quick, his canter turning into a slow jog before he has to pause and turn. His head always turns first followed by his shoulders and body. At times he’ll slow, his eyes flicking around as if to catch something that might be just at the edge of his awareness.

The voice is maddening. A soft whisper offering him blood, freedom and ease.

He feels his muscles ripple as if he might shift however he keeps himself together and firm. After a half hour of following the trail he finally stops and turns towards Mr.Gold.]

Here.

[Silence isn’t needed for his work but Toby’s always been someone of very few words.]

There is probably a back door.

[So jumping in and being loud probably isn’t the best idea.]