[@WildRose][@KatherinWinter]

[center]Rhage[/center]

Rhage was vaguely aware of someone trying to lift him up. He was solid muscle, but they were welcome to try.
Scenting the air he realized the being trying to heft him was a female. Instantly he groaned with the effort to bear most of his weight on himself and off of her. He still relied on her to steer him in the right direction though, since everything was currently spinning like a tilt-a-whirl at the carnival.

"Tell them I want off this ride," he mumbled incoherently, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried not to vomit. His next cohesive thought was that the sun was coming up. After a brief panic he realized it was just a house on fire.

Wait... that was bad... A house on fire was bad! His eyes struggled open and he took in the flames. Instinctively he moved his body, fighting the fatigue and pain, to shield the female at his side. It was then that another realization hit him.

He was very naked.
With a female.
That smelled very good.

Rhage groaned. Dammit to the seventh circle of hell. His Beast growled, the tattoo on his back shifting. "No damn you," he snarled through gritted teeth at the Beast. "You got me into this mess in the first place." 
Once it dawned on him that he'd said that out loud he groaned again. "Sorry, wasn't talking to you I swear," he told the female in case there was a misunderstanding. "Clothes. Clothes sound awesome."
In the shed he found jeans, made for a smaller male, and a shirt, also made for a smaller male. Rhage's body was the huge warrior body of a Brother. Clothes shopping was difficult, especially for him since whenever his Beast came out his clothes got shredded. He ended up wrapping a large piece of canvas cloth around his waist.

Every movement was pain. He groaned and gritted his teeth. The smell of the female hit him again and he groaned for a different reason, but ruthlessly shoved it aside.
"Look... ah... I'm ah, sorry you had to see that," he told the female, pain lacing his voice. He peered out at the burning house. "You and your family can, ah... you can follow me. I'll see to it that you find a new place to stay... if Vischous and Zsadist don't kill me first," he added in a mumble. It had to have been the Lessers that did this. And even though he had devoured the bastards Rhage wished they were still alive just so he could kill them again. When would the assholes stop bringing civilians into this? If they wanted the Brotherhood, just come after the Brotherhood. It angered him that they snuck around and attacked innocents in order to draw out their enemies. It was cowardly and underhanded.

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Marisol[/center]

The male's growl made her jump, a small sound akin to a squeak escaping her throat. Coming with him? She didn't think so. He was a Brother. She didn't know him. Didn't know anything about him other than his status as a warrior. Heck no. On so many levels.
The words 'stranger danger' kept flashing like a neon sign in her mind as she stood up. 

"N-no Warrior," she said, cursing her still shaking voice and form. It wasn't fear of the Brother that made her shake. Alright it wasn't [b][i]only[/i][/b] fear of the Brother that made her shake. It was the adrenaline and the fact that she had come so close to dying. "I am grateful for your help. But I s-shall not inconvenience you. I have a friend I can go to," she said, "if he's home," she added quietly.  Gage and Will wouldn't mind her coming to their house for a few days. The gay vampire couple would baby her and feed her chocolate until she felt better.

Unsure of what else to do, she held her hand out to the Brother to shake his hand. His eyes were like molten gold. Despite the cool night air, Marisol felt herself growing warm under that molten stare. Her cheeks heated and she knew she was probably blushing, to her embarrassment.

The sound of sirens in the distance broke the moment and she strangely felt a brief moment of regret. She swallowed hard. "We'd better leave before the human authorities get here."