Dawn has come, his legs are tired from running all night. His breath coming in slow, trained pants. Mist tickling his throat as he scrambles over the rocks. He pauses just a moment to admire the golden grey skyline of the early dawn. Two more steps, and his legs launch him into the misty abyss along the water fall. This is what he lived for. His eyes trace the passing water, fear and excitement fill the very fiber of his being. Looking up he casually counts the seconds in his head, a rough jerk as his suit opens up. He sighs in a dissapointed fashion, eyes tracing the forest. Tree tops almost touching him, stealth was important. He thinks about his recent discoveries and how this world is going to hell in a hurry. Genetic companies waging war with monstrosities, and others failing and things getting away. He was young, but had already worked as a mercinary for a few years, using mainly streed knowlage. He sighs, knowing he has new problems, as well as his curse. See he was an escapee, bred to kill. Yet something went wrong. They tried to kill him, some friends as they call them selves had been watching. They plucked him out, leaving only a card depicting a storm of fire over its shimmering black surface, and two numbers. It was a rough start, but he had a name and a job. He had been nicknamed Dez by a contact, and took it as a name. 

Dez shakes himself from his mulling and looks around. Znome territory, a ways still from the safety of the colony. Something in him feels something is amiss. He relaxes focusing on each sense. His eyes scan quickly, a clearing ahead and toolate to veer off. He prepairs himself, a full auto shot gun coming off his back. Dez sees what has him edgy, a zetti patrol unit. The terror built after the ghost stories of big foot and yettus of old. It's rotting flesh and the arm cannon. A failed but effective unit. The beast and Dez make eye contact as several shots are fired. The zetti's shot hits the right side of his body glider, Dez knows he has micro seconds before the beasts targeting systems adjust. His shot gun booms twice driving his free fall sideways. He hits a tree, pain and the sounds of snapping branches assaults him. The tree trunk near his head explodes in passing before he hits the damp musky forest floor. Air knocked out of him he wheeze heavily. His own modifications mostly unused are kicking in. His body regenerates and his Fibre laced bones pull them selves together as his Nero defence numbs the pain. Dez was built for nerc work. He rolls as the zetti roars suddenly there, not quick enough. He feels his ribs shatter as he is punted towards the center of the clearing. He spits blood groaning for air. His vision blurred between feeble human will to pass out, and hardened survival instincts to live. He raises his gun. Loosing two slugs and rolling as the zetti charges Dez hears a deep howl and a wet pop, his mind breathes relief then hearing the zetti crash to the ground "Lucky seven." he mutters. Considering he should have never started this small time extermination. He lays there for awhile, thankful so far there are no others. He gets up, his body back in one piece. He recovers the zettis processor and power core. He looks the rotten creature over, alive but dead. He spits on it and limps off. Hunger from the load on his systems, a flaw of all his type he has met. The sector that made him had been shut down. In his free time he had hunted all but two down. He isn't sure where they are, but atleast got their records before torching a storage facility he had worked his way into.

Two days have passed and he had to feed on a sickly deer, he wasn't happy about this curse.

Walking up to the small old colonial style house he had built, He smiles and bangs the door open on his place, Iggy his current girlfriend jumps in suprise. He has been gone three months on this last job, and sadly still has a good bounty on his head. Iggy runs up and hugs him tight. Dez returns the embrace and kisses her forehead "Hey my dove." Iggy steps back and smiles brightly, what Dez wouldn't do to live in her smile for all eternity the way she just glows. Without a word Iggy goes to set a bath after bringing him a pitcher of ice water. A rare commodity still. Dez sits and takes his gear off piece by piece, cringing a few times as he still feels the fight. He plans to check in with his contract carrier in the morning. Iggy returns and escorts him to the bath, looking his pale body over. Eyes Tracing the thick bruises "Rough job my love?" Dez smiles "He wasnt big enough." Iggy laughs, Dez having been very confident in himself. Dez chuckles watching Iggy slide his trousers he wears under his armor off. He looks away shyly, still not used to how his body reacts to her. Iggy finds that part cute and strokes him stepping close to bite his earlobe and whisper "Looks like you need a lot more than a bath dear." Dez trembles excitedly, hands gripping her thin, dress covered waist "Mmphh.. Your my little silver bullet dove." Iggy giggles letting him go and helping him into the warm bath. Dez likes the play and gives her a playfully disappointed look. He relaxes into the bath water and Iggy starts washing him. The water still has a sulfer smell, bath water was OK. He reaches grabbing the other usual glass of ice water. He sips it as a viking would mead after a long journey from home. Iggy massages and cleans him. She drains the water once he is clean and replaces it with slightly hotter water for him to soak in. She slips from her dress joining him to cuddle a bit. Dez admires her dark skin and hard nipples, her body showing its excitement to his presence. He wraps hiss arms around her.Iggy knowing what he is bares her neck. Dez doesn't expect the nourishment, but with her and Zela before it was always offered. He peppers the bared spot with kisses, feeling her squirm. Enjoying her soft noises of pleasure, he sinks his fangs in and drinks gently. See Dez was a unit built to go long range and not require food ratiobs. They lived on their victoms, it took several years of isolation to learn control, then resentment for his creator. It took him several years to learn who made him, and a little bit later he came to know the one. He enjoyed church and truly believed he was watched o er. Dez gently pulls off and licks the wound, fully sated. Iggy grinds into his lap, Dez never understood the part of her that got turned on by this. He massages her shoulders, shy about sex but willing. He leans close kissing her throat "Do you need me my dove?" his tone sultry and low, he wanted her more than usual ton8ght. Iggy nods starting to pant. Dez guides her out of the tub and dries her off. Dez takes her to their chambers and enjoys the night. His prior lover never went this far, but they enjoyed each other's bare caresses. Iggy was beautiful in the ebony tinted moon light shining through the sky light, it made her olive tanned shin glow. Her hair shimmering with its well kept silkiness, and her fiery green eyes became rather entrancing as they ground their hips face to face. Pressing affectionate kisses across each others necks, as Iggy clawed his shoulders gently.

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It all seems to pass too quickly, it's soon morning. Between her ferocious appetite in bed and the amount of energy she had, she absolutely amazed him. Dez awakes, the sun high and her nude form perching next to him with a tray of food. A wide smile, and a giggle she offers him a piece of smoked meat "Good morning my love. How are you?" Dez leans a bit and kisses her outer thigh, eyes catching a wave of Goose bumps before he scoots up to lean on the beds head board. Iggy smiles and feed him. The next hour passes talking about the next month. Dez needs to pick up his pay, but he wants to tend his home a little. After they bathe and make plans to run south to (need city name) to have a date night at a rather fine restaurant. Dez checks his small green house, singing a song as he waters and tends his plants. Iggy has wandered to some other job, Dez chuckles to himself. Though an uneasy feeling lingers, always has since the one of his lab kin was murdered a few years ago. At that the man lived a quiet life as a farmer. Dez soon moves to the solar yard, a bucket of coating he wipes each panel off and checks the connectors. He pauses, seeing something at the edge of his yard. He walks cautiously, listening. As he gets to the corner, a little relief just seeing its a damaged fence panel. Relaxing 'Could have been the wind again, have to replace that.' Dez heads back in, his eyes pleased as he watches Iggy ballet around the kitchen in a sheer sundress, a small radio playing some old jazz type music. She is escorting some dough from the riser to a pan to set in the oven. She doesn't notice him till she is at the oven, a light twitch and a giggle she slides up to kiss his nose "Hey love." fully denying she was startled. Dez smiles wide and pulls her into a firm hug "Mm.. Smells good in here mmy dove." A kiss to her fore head"I need to head up to the bar an get my pay, I'll be back by dark." Iggy nods as they lean their faces together" OK, be quick.. I got dinner for tonight planned. Come I'll help you get ready." Dez chuckles and follows her. He is soon in his armor and headed out with a bottle of water. Dez looks over the little oasis of a town below, then around the neighborhood where most who like peace live. He sighs still nervous about the broken fence. He heads west for the coach shop, planning if he can't get a ride to borrow a horse.