#killer ocs

I posted her once before, but now she’s finally finished! Rauni Koskinen, a Finnish-born woman, who went missing as a child - only to return years later - seemingly mentally unaffected by her wilderness survival. 

From there, she’d move to the US, and eventually become a K9 trainer with the local police force.

That wasn't a problem for Xaviera since it wasn't her first time in Himalaya. For her, it felt like visiting her grandparents, who sadly died a long time ago. Her icy blue eyes took in the scenery; the quietness, the tranquility, she felt like she was home, but right now she didn't have time for basking in what Mother Nature had to offer, because the snow-white haired woman had a mission and just like an Apex predator, she was set to fill it to the end perfectly.

She was currently laid on her front on a low ridge, camouflaged in the snow, like Snow Leopard, her eyes trained on a small group of three poachers. This wasn't her principal mission for why she came to Himalaya, but when life gives you a chance at hunting to balance the ecosystem, you take it and that's what she does.

They are marching through the snow in the clearing of the forest, her eye looking at them from the telescope of her sniper rifle, her finger hovering on the trigger, waiting like an animal in hunting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

She was just going to do that, but she felt like something was off, like someone else was there; a feeling she got after years of observing animals. Her blue eyes left the poachers only to see something moving behind the trees.

A man.

Her lips were pulled into a thin line; that she didn't expect. Was he with them? What was he planning?

Before she could ask herself any more questions, the sound of a gun shooting meets her ears. The man just shot one of the poachers, not deadly, but enough to make said wounded man yell in pain.

Fuck, that didn't happen before and her first instinct told her to take care of the poachers; that was her job and she just did that. It only took one minute to fatally wound them, seeing their bodies drop on the snow, white turning scarlet.

Her gaze averted from the killed poachers to the man, only for him to be gone. Xaviera gulped down, still hiding in place, blue eyes scanning the area for any movement, not daring to move an inch from her hiding spot.

Where had he gone? She tried to peak her ears up for sounds that might give away his location, but nothing.

Another instinct followed, screaming at her to run the hell out of there and she quickly did that, strapping her sniper rifle on her back and getting off from the cold blanket of snow, marching off the ridge, only when she reached the bottom, she saw a silouethe from the corner of her eyes.

It was him, he was standing there on the entry of the forest that surrounded them.

It was like two animals coming face to face, neither of them moving an inch, waiting for the other to make the first move, which the man did. He just stared at her, like a predator that saw potential prey, and then he took off into a sprint in her direction.

This was bad. Xaviera had no combat skills what so ever and she knew she was no match for the tall and imposing stranger, who looked around 6'5 or so. She was only 5'4 for Christ Sake.

She did the first thing that came to mind; running, taking off into the opposite direction, straight up into the dense snowy forest. She wasn't one for brute strength, but she made it up with being an agile and fast runner, but just like the cheetah that was for small distances because she quickly lost speed.

She remembered the dart bows with venom in the pocket of her winter jacket. She may not pack deadly muscles, but she sure packs a sneaky and venomous attitude under the thick winter clothing.

She brakes to a halt and looks straight into the eyes of the man, who was just a few feet away from her, coming to a stop too, looking skeptical at her. Her hand was ready to throw the darts at him, aiming for the neck.

"One more step and you're dead. I don't suppose you would want a dose of Russell's Viper venom into your bloodstream. Even if you survive the venom, the effects are life-long term." she threatened him, getting into a defensive pose.

He looked like one of these big gray wolves that are really to pounce into the kill and that's what he did, dodging her venomous darts with precision, her blue eyes meet his own, and pain shot through her back as her rifle dug into her back.

He pinned her on one of the trees, both her hands in one of his so much bigger ones. She couldn't even move her hands an inch, that's how much power this man exhumed, and by the feeling of his grip, she knew he could break her wrists in a matter of seconds.

He had light brown hair in a faux hawk hairstyle and his eyes resembled hers a little in color, that icy blue. He also had scars, one on his right cheek, the other going from his forehead down to his left cheek, and another on the bottom of his jaw. What really caught her attention were his sharp K9s.....resembling so much of a wolf.

She looked up at him with eyes that would resemble a fierce cat, her lips pulled into a snarl, just like a cornered animal, hissing at him to let her go. His free hand moved slowly to her cheek, stroking the soft, cold skin with his rough one.

"Easy little mouse, easy...." he cooed, making alarm bells ring in her head, trembling like an animal that was ready to strike and she was ready to smash his precious jewels with her knee, only for a loud sound to pull on both their attention.

Xaviera's eyes widened as she saw the avalanche coming and they were done for, she blacked out as the snow-covered them. When she did woke up, she panicked and trashed, digging up to get out of the snow and breath, adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.

When her head peaked up from the snow, she took a deep breath, surprised even herself that she managed to survive this. Her eyes looked around and noticed one hand peeking up from the snow.

She stumbled on shaky legs there, digging the man from under the snow. One shaky hand checked his pulse; still alive, but unconscious and as she looked over his body she noticed that he had a deep gash on his biceps and his ankle was twisted.

'Just let him die and get back to the cottage.' That's what she first thought, but she also felt a sense of pity wash over her.

'Why help him? He was probably going to slice and dice you on the spot there.' She debated what to do.

He resembled so much more than a human, almost like he was at a moment a wounded wolf that she spotted in the snow. She groaned, her soft spot getting to her.

Finally deciding, she tried to put one of his arms over her shoulder to balance his weight, which wasn't an easy deal, because he was tall and very heavy and she was like a shrimp compared to him.

Her eyes took in the sky, signaling her that night was close and it was going to snow.

To say the least that the marching to her cottage was a challenge would have been an easy saying, it drowned all her energy, but her hope sparked up when she saw her salvation.

She got him inside and with her last effort, she dragged him upstairs to the bedroom. All she wanted was to sleep and recharge herself, but that was a luxury she couldn't afford at the moment. She needed to start the fire to heat up the cottage, treat his wounds, and hers; the ice really felt like blades.

Going downstairs, she put the logs inside the fireplace, lightening it up, rubbing her hands together, absorbing the heat the flames provided. Going back upstairs with a medical kit, she looked over his wounds; more urgent than hers, so she started to work, making sure to disinfect everything, especially the deep gash on his biceps, then stitching him up, her eyes looking over his naked torso, big scars littering it; from battles, assaults?

Just who was this man?

Finishing with him, she started to treat herself, hissing as she picked up tiny rocks and ice from her scratches on her forearms; she was absurdly lucky that she got off so easy from this disaster.

While she had patched him up, she got all his weapons off him; no way was she going to leave all the arsenal on him to kill her when he wakes up. She set all his weapons downstairs neatly, putting his big winter jacket and boots to dry off.

She was so hungry, but the need for sleep called louder, so she sat down on the fluffy blanket in front of the fireplace, letting her eyes close and bask in the flames, simple luxury in these mountains most couldn't afford.

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When she woke up the first thing that she did was go outside and provided more wood for the fire, then she started to make breakfast, considering that it was daytime. She must have slept all night.

She prepared stew in the cauldron above the fireplace, the only source to cook, but it was better than eating cold stew directly from the can. It's a good thing she prepared herself for times like this, stashing up food for two months for this trip. She also made hot tea for her and the man upstairs.

It would take one hour for the delicious food to be finished, so she decided to check on her guest. Entering the bedroom, he was awake, her eyes taking in his sharp ones, still predatory, but not like back there in the forest. She walked to set the cup of warm tea on the nightstand.

On both fell a dead silence, until he decided to break it.

"Why did you save me?" he asked, voice deep and raspy, Russian accent very prominent.

Well, that was a first. No 'who are you?' or something cliche like that.

"Would you have preferred I let you die under the ice-cold snow and bleed to death?" she asked, a tiny drop of sarcasm lacing her voice, her voice calm, not fazed by his hard-cold gaze. She had seen far worse; she patched up, bears, wolves, lions, and tigers.

He was a little baffled, in a strangely good way.

"That still doesn't answer my question." he grumbled and she raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you a poacher?" she asked with her arms crossed over her chest.

He sat up in bed, his lips pulled into a dark smile, a glimpse of his K9's.

"A poacher of sorts...you can say dat." he replied, making her suspicious.

"If you touch any animal I'm gonna skin your scalp off." she told him, with no hesitation in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, grabbing the cup of tea from the nightstand she got for him.

"My hunting is different, little one....Humans are the real monsters. I think that we can agree." he explains, making her curious; well that assured her, plus it was new to hear such words from someone.

"Food is almost ready. I will bring the tray upstairs, since your ankle is twisted I don't want you stumbling down the stairs and twist your neck too." she said, leaving him be and going downstairs.

The food was almost ready, just five more minutes or so. Her eyes averted on the table full of maps, compasses, and files.

She still needed to finish her mission, but as she tried to find a frequency on the radio station for the weather, she knew this will have to wait; it was going to be a blizzard for the following days.

That could wait, at the moment her problem was the mysterious man upstairs.

She sighed.