{ Varou !!! }:

“Well, I don’t exactly have any bandages on me, Cora. We have to get you somwhere to be treated.” concerned glance is given towards the girl in his arms. Cora was not the type to beg or plead, even in circumstances that were dire to most others. She was an assassin after all, and one trained by the White Fang. That, on top of her pride, made her condition all the more apparent.

“…I guess you can sleep. But you have to talk with me some. Prove you don’t have a major head injury.” Moving her head to rest more comfortably between his shoulder and neck, Varou begins moving towards the med bay, careful not to jostle her with his steps.“Tell me…I don’t know- something. How about….your interests? Or what about your family?”

         There’s a yawn from the shark’s lips as she shakily reaches up to cup his
      cheek with a painful smile, more or so like a thank you. 

              ❝ Dawn. She was my little sister and… I… I had start taking care
                     of her by myself when I was five. My older brother Shane
                     refused to help me because our mother had sex with a man
                     other than our father to have Dawn.
                     She… She was wonderful. She was a dolphin faunus like
                     my mom. She was also my life. Every second I had in
                     between training I would spend with her, holding her,
                     protecting her. 
                     When Dawn was ten, she went on a blood frenzy which
                     shouldn’t have happened for a dolphin like her but she had
                     some shark in her too. She left the base and wandered off in
                      to the streets. The cops were alerted that there was a
                      murderer going about, dripping in blood. I woke up and ran
                      … Varou I fucking ran but I was too late. The cops… they
                      … they fucking shot her. She died in my arms. ❞

          Now with tears in her eyes, she refused to look at him. The blood
       pouring out of her side was starting to sound good but she couldn’t afford
       to lose anymore. 

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“Yes, that was the joke.”, he says, though his tone is anything but amused. Surprisingly, he actually feels pretty angry right now- at her attacker for causing this damage, at Cora for being reckless enough to allow it. For all of the distaste he had towards her and the things she did, it seemed he held enough compassion for the shark to get protective when she was injured. Why? He wasn’t entirely sure honestly, and there was no time to think on it. He even postpones his scolding for her; so grave was the situation.Varou sweeps Cora off her feet and holds her into his chest bridal-style. Luckily she was small enough to not strain his arms with her weight, though that was partially thanks to his training of course.

“You don’t need to be walking right now.” explains the wolf, sensing a protest coming from Cora in the near future. “Everytime you move around you’re making blood pump faster out of your wound. Just relax, keep pressure on it, and if you have a concussion try to stay awake. I promise you’ll see the end of tonight if you can do that for me, okay?”

            Eyebrows furrowed together as she was suddenly swept off her feet
        and cradled in his arms. An embarrassed huff passed her lips as she kept
        a hand clamped to her bleeding side, slow heavy breaths following suit.
        Cora would have never expected him to react this way, to become so
        protective over a single wound. She had had countless wounds before
        and all they did was add to her collection of scars. 

                   ❝ Shouldn’t we bandage it? 
                           Also I’m exhausted, I just want to sleep.
                           Please let me sleep…  ❞

            Came the pitiful whine from the assassin, her eyes darting about
        Varou’s concerned visage. She didn’t need his pity, nor his help. Cora
        certainly didn’t want to accept his help when it came to her wound but she
        had too little energy to verbally complain.

Meme | Accepting!

          A heavy sigh as the assassin leaned against the other faunus for
      support, one hand clasping the deep cut on her left side. Heavy breaths
      as her vision began to blur from the lack of blood in her body. She didn’t
      even have enough energy to use her semblance to harden the blood
      around the cut.

                      ❝ He…. He had a sword… He’s dead… now…  ❞

{ Varou !!! }:

“Well, just be more clear next time!” Retaliates the other, ears standing on end in heated embarrassment.

              ❝ Geez Varou. I had no idea you were that much of a pervert.  ❞

      Cora commented, the blush on her cheeks fading as she rolled her eyes.
   She’d probably put that information in his file, you know for future reference. 

{ Varou !!! }:

Was that a threat? …Or was it some type of odd innuendo? Of course, it was terrible either way, but not any less confusing. “I’m - sorry? I don’t quite understand that one. I mean, I have a couple of ideas, but one of them is rather - um…” He trails off akwardly and averts his eyes, not quite able to voice the (poor) sexual implications of her statement.

        It took her a moment, but Cora’s cheeks were suddenly red with
    embarrassment as she shook her head in denial.

              ❝ T-That’s not what I meant!  ❞

{ Varou !!! }:

Varou gives Cora a surprised look as he registers her tail slapping at his thigh rather sharply. “Did you really just hit me with your tail? Seriously?”

                ❝ There’s a lot I can do with my tail and hit you is just one of
                           those things.  ❞

         came the scoff from between parted lips, her tail now slapping the ground in anger. 

{ Varou !!! }:

xcaetus

Suddenly the air around them grows thick, and looking around, it wasn’t hard to see why. The volume of their argument had drawn in the attention of the other faunus that they had been traveling with. That was roughly four dozens of White Fang members (minus the fourteen who had died in the Grimm attack) who had been the audience to Varou and Cora’s verbal confrontation. Over thirty trained killers who had heard Cora insult and threaten them collectively, showing full disregard for their well beings. He could see some of them ready weapons, while others stomped forwards angrily. In the entirety of their group Varou could count all of the meek or restrained soldiers on his fingers. And he himself stood precariously between the two sides.

But now was not the time to break down into fighting. They were still far outside the colonies, and any dissent amongst their numbers now would only hasten them towards their own destruction. Besides, in spite of her arrogant disposition Cora was still a useful asset to have in this enviroment, just as the greater half of his men that would die fighting her were, and he could not risk losing either. Exerting the full force of his commandance, Varou holds out his arm and calls out, “Thats enough.”, making sure to direct his eyes towards Cora, as to include her in his order. “We have too damn far to go for us to be clawing each other’s throats out like animals, nor should we behave as such regardless. Not unless you all want to go proving the humans right with all of their jesting and propaganda.”

Feeling tensions (reluctantly) dissipate around him, Varou turns to look back at Peter who was still shaking on the ground where he had left him. “And you. You’re going to stay with everyone else and resume your normal duties. But if you run a second time, either from the Grimm or the judgment that awaits you, I won’t be able to stop Cora. Do you understand?”

Peter’s eyes widen further in fear, but quickly dull themselves in submission as he realizes the gravity of his situation. “I-I…yes. I understand, s-sir. I-I’m sorry I let you down…I just g-got so scared when I saw all those things and I-!”

The wolf faunus’ features soften and he bends down to help his subordinate to his feet. “Peter, you didn’t let me down. You didn’t let anyone down. Anyone else would have reacted the way you did to seeing so many Grimm for the first time. Its only natural.”

“But o-our comrades-!”

Varou shakes his head at him. “There wasn’t much you could have done for them. Even if there was, our line of work involves too much death for you to burden yourself with each one. But if you want to change that you have to focus on getting back home so you can train to be more prepared for these things. Of course, you will be expected to answer some questions to our superiors about what happened, but I promise I’ll do everything in my power to help you. Okay?”

Peter didn’t lose the sullen look on his face, but he did stop trembling. Giving a small nod, he lets himself be taken away by an older rabbit faunus (a relative perhaps) towards his tent. Meanwhile, the White Fang members who had begun to crowd around them earlier started to turn away as well, casting venomous looks towards Cora or speaking dark words under their breaths as they did so.

With the situation having been resolved, Varou lets out a sigh and ran his fingers through his hair before fully turning his attention back to the assassin. “We’re going to break camp soon, try to get as far as we can until night falls. If I were you I’d get started on pulling my tent down, because I doubt anyone will want to help you after that scene you made just now. I have to go look at the maps, coordinate our route home, so come find me if you need anything.”

          The shark faunus watched him leave with a growl, her tail lashing
      angrily as her gaze was cast towards all the angry fauna. She could care
      less if they hated her. Keeping them in line was her job, making friends and
      being buddies wasn’t her job. Ironic how Adam was always saying that to
      her.

          She should be ordering Varou around anyways, not the other way
       around. Although at this point, Cora wasn’t willing to argue so she
       stumbled her way over to his tent.

          It was a challenge trying to get the damned thing apart and put down,
        seeing as how Cora preferred to sleep with nothing but a blanket when
        they were outside of base.

           In the end, she gave up with a groan and decided to flop atop of his
         tent. 

{ … I hate you }:

“Hey, I thought we were just talking about hypothetical situations here. I honestly don’t know what you’re getting so worked up about.” He says with faux innocence.

He’s practically asking for it now, isn’t he?

           Another growl from the shark faunus as she hit him with her tail. She
     wasn’t allowed to pull her weapon on him but boy was she tempted to.

        Another growl as she frowns at him.

            ❝ You wanna go, Varou? I’ll kick your ass
                      to Sunday.  ❞

         Cora no, you’re not allowed to kick White Fang ass unless
       you have a viable reason. 

{ don’t challenge me you piece of shit }:

The raised brow makes its return. “From thirty yards away? No, a single shotgun blast wouldn’t have the force to puncture my Aura’s defenses. I might sustain some injury if the spread isn’t too wide, but not enough to make me bleed.”

           “ I’ll fucking tackle you to the ground then and rip your throat
                  out with my teeth. “

     She growled, frowning towards Varou as her eyes roll.