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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2019 12:53:17 GMT -8
The Somnus Alphess had given him a glorious show. He’d discarded her carelessly in the ice once he’d finished, certain that some good-natured soul would help cart her back home— that is, if Mortiul didn’t get to the two first. No, even in the impossible event Mortiul did manage to find her, he’d spare her life. Was she not expecting pups? One couldn’t be completely heartless. A shame he wouldn’t get a good look at the tiny bastards till later on in life, but great things came to wolves that waited. How to pitch this problem to Adra was the real issue worth considering, especially on a walk as long as this. As he ambled, he pictured his brother’s potential reactions. None were pleasant, per-say, but perhaps the prospect of planting themselves directly into Somnus would help ease any immediate anger. Only power could ever completely appease Adramalach, which is why he planned on meeting the mongrels later on, when they’d already demonstrated they were worthy of bearing his blood. Still, he’d begin heading on his way back, playing innocent, pretending nothing of particular worth had once happened even as he awaited the results. After all, it took only time.
A fresh scent filled his nostrils, another trio of ditsy rouges to enjoy terrorizing. Was it truly worth the effort though? Cautiously, he cracked open his maw. One male and two females, enough to exploit and enjoy to his heart’s content. Siblings, but separated for reasons he couldn’t yet completely place. He could easily catch one without much bother. The question was which? The male could provide a suitable meal, but the females could provide his pack a resource, and besides, he could always toy with the latter before tossing them to the fray. One was just within the trees ahead he noted, sinking into the predator’s crouched prowl. It’d be a brief, painless bout, ten seconds at the absolute most. By the rise of the next dawn, she, whoever she was, would be claimed by Mortiul, lost to all who’d once known her. All it’d take was a properly-timed pounce, and she was gone.
Slowly, he slipped forwards, placing each pawstep with careful wariness. Victory mandated the element of surprise. A single out-of-place sound, from the faintest whistle of breath to the sharpest twig snap, and she would take flight. Luckily, the lass appeared serenely distracted as he approached, humming a happy, if not incredibly off-pitch, tune. He cringed. No doubt she was soft-hearted and dull, her ivory head stocked full with feverish delusions of love, family, and future — what idiocy. He shuddered, preparing to position himself for his first, and hopefully final, leap. It was then that she gently shifted position; a small, tiny slip of movement that forced the very breath from his lungs. Tenderly, he took one tentative step forwards. How had he not immediately seen it? She was sensationally beautiful, the loveliest she-wolf he’d seen thus far, bearing splendid blue eyes framed by frosted, slim features. He wanted her. He needed her. Suki had been little but a disappointment, providing sub-par pups and partnership, but now he’d this! A primal adrenaline coursed through his being, seizing his nerves down to their tiniest fibers as his pulse thundered. It was the fervor that consumed him when he’d taken Eureka: a desperate, pressing desire to pass on his progeny. Trembling, he took yet another step forwards, his mind filled with frantic, pulsing fantasies. She would be his.
With one perfectly timed pounce, he sprung forwards, powerful limbs propelling him through ever thickening snow. Little more than hunting a fawn — but unlike his prey of the past, she didn’t even do so much as to rise to run away. It wasn’t until he was almost directly on top of her, his hot breath flattening the fur on her neck that she then turned, every bit of her gleaming blue gaze teeming with terror. Feeble paws frantically scrambled as she attempted to flee, pull herself just far enough from his grip that she could have a tangible chance to run. A hopeless attempt, honestly, but he’d no hurry. A single blow to her frail haunches sent the slender thing soaring into the ice, staggeringly dazed as she attempted to right herself to no avail. Fluidly, he snatched her snow-pale scruff between his blackening fangs, securing his grasp amidst her animalistic baying and desperate thrashing. Initially, he planned on dragging her back, but something about seeing her small build writhing helplessly against his enticed him. Adramalach could wait — he’d more pressing matters to attend to. Thoughtlessly, he tossed her to the ground, only to jerk her up by her scruff, just enough so she was standing properly on all fours as he towered above, ragged claws raking against her flanks —
He’d been wretched off by the most powerful force he’d personally felt, snarling as sharp fangs sliced his shoulders. “Who do you th—” he bellowed harshly before freezing. The copper male that had ripped him away was rearing up; jerking dripping jaws in what would surely be a brutal attack to rip his throat. Impulsively, he propelled himself up, balancing precariously on long hind limbs as he shoved his sanguine assailant with a series of short defensive blows. The male took one tepid step back — and for one foolish moment, he assumed he’d won — before he lunged again, his icy eyes ignited with a fury Beel had only witnessed once before in Adramalach. His attacker was entirely silent, rearing up once more without so much a single growl slipping through snapping jaws as Beel leapt up in his defense. Yet for every push, the furious male would manage to retaliate with a broader, fiercer blow, unrelentingly persistent. As he lunged at his throat for the umpteenth time, Beel managed to land a blow squarely against the cusp of his jaw, successfully jerking his gigantic head to the side, but instead of felling the furious giant, it only enraged him further. Ignoring a flurry of frantic blows, he pushed himself past his long thrashing limbs to latch his teeth into his throat, forcing him to cower beneath him as they both tumbled back to earth.
Gasping, his gaze flitted upwards as his hind paws helplessly pummeled against his attacker’s unfeeling underside, his own stomach pulsing with piercing, throbbing pain. The male’s talons were tearing into the pit of his stomach, scraping away skin with each weighty blow. He was slaughtering him in the same manner Koga often killed slaves. Rage seized every shred of sensibility, vanquishing it from his being as he forgot the precariousness of his position. “Didn’t want your ugly bitch anyways,” he spat between his blows, taking care to aim the spittle between his eyes. The blows against his stomach lessened for a fraction of a second. Beel curled his lips in a smug, taunting sneer — and then an unholy shriek lurched from his lungs as his adversary shifted his target from his stomach to his face. Vision dimmed, than disappeared as he embedded his fangs into his left eye, jamming his jaw into the fragile socket, over and over until there little left but a soft, liquidy substance. Thrashing increased as he seamlessly tore into tissue, blood welling between the mangled, jagged marks where he’d ripped his flesh down to the quick. Hearing muffled, then vanished entirely just as he looked up in time to witness his left ear vanish into his monstrously gaping mouth. “You bitch!” He screeched as he attempted to gnaw at his attacker’s paws. “I’ll kill you! You and your slut sisters! Oh, I’ll force you to watch my fun with those little whores, just you wait.”
Suddenly, the male’s grip inexplicably loosened, providing one precious moment to free himself from his iron grip. With a weakened kick, Beelzebub jarred his slackened hold just long enough to wriggle out from beneath his paws, staggering into a dazed, stumbling dash for freedom. He wouldn’t receive another chance if he was caught again — best to make this one count. The knowledge was enough to force him to faintly twitch his trembling legs into a lope, even as blood dripped from mangled features and rendered him blind and deaf to all that occurred on his left side. His stomach was its own horrific obstruction, his torso wrenching painfully with every step, even as he slowed pace. Still, he pressed on, the cusp of camp lingering just on the outskirts of his vision. Hopefully they had herbs, paste, anything to temporarily calm his seizing muscles and ease the bleeding. He staggered haphazardly into the center, fueled by the scent of a freshly killed pair. After the horrors that he’d endured, he could use a good meal. He turned, his tongue sliding over jagged, bleeding jaws until he saw the bodies. Koa, the salutary — just his luck, he reckoned — and Lilith, his sister. Adramalach lingered close by, their blood on his muzzle.
Under normal circumstances, he would have screamed at his brother for bearing the audacity to even touch his kin. Now, he was in no shape to do so. Anger still flickered, but faintly. If Adramalach could truly kill Lilith, his blood, who’d helped him amass the following that even now assembled before him, he would kill him without hesitation. “Why Lilith?” he asked, attempting to keep his tone as neutral as possible amidst his agony. “Tell me on the way.” He backed away, gritting his teeth in pain. “Going to cultists. Seeing their shaman. Good news though,” he cackled, shakily lifting his mangled gaze to meet Adra’s own. “Somnus is ours.” With that, he limped towards their territory, catching a glimpse of a slave he knew for a fact was not supposed to be there. “You ran, didn’t you?” He seethed, shaking in delight at the prospect of having something to take his fury out on. “Hell, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you looked this handsome.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2019 20:41:44 GMT -8
Koga had already invested faith in his apostle. Ky lived to please him, to sate any whim he could possibly conjure. As of now, he’d never failed him in his duties. Languidly, Koga leaned back, savoring the sight of a new territory; sprawling plains spread out as far as the eye could see, blackened splendidly by the purifying flames of past blazes. A holy land so tangible in his mind’s eye that he could taste the ash on the wind, hear the hushed echoes of prayers, feel the fervor of his lord’s presence. Silently, he savored the scents of his wolves as they gathered in the commons. Marusya and he had amassed quite a generous following, more than enough to conduct Adjetni’s day-to-day tasks, but still they weren’t enough. They needed new lives, fresh blood, excitable souls eager to fulfill the lord’s bidding. Contemplative eyes combed over the soft, pregnant swell of Miyako’s belly. She would provide a bountiful litter, and plenty more in the years to come, but they couldn’t rely solely on Miyako. Maleah was certainly a possibility, bearing more than enough maternal instinct to make her a suitable mother. The issue lay in finding a proper mate. Marusya would be incredibly selective in favor of her most cherished pet, refusing the likes of Ky, Quentin, Stanley — come to think of it, they could use more eligible males. Still, neither his pups nor Maleah were growing younger. Marusya and he would have to discuss these matters further, but only of course in the sake of Mal’s best interests.
Speaking of interests, Ky seemed to be taking an abysmally long time to retrieve Quentin and Psyche — so long, that in fact, both of them had returned to camp. He was just on the verge of sending the two back to retrieve Ky when suddenly, Ky’s shadowy form pitched itself before him, rolling onto an onyx back as he assumed submission. Blood pooled from his throat. He’d injured himself, but if he knew Ky well, he knew his assailant was far worse off. As Ky told his story, he licked the blood from his wound; a gentle, affectionate gesture to demonstrate all was well. "Prophet, Beelie and me found pack wolves, intruders, took care of it. Found pale one, rogue, helper, useful, new friend. But..." Ky grew increasingly distraught, incapable of coherently voicing the next portion of his tale. Koga pinpointed the source of his misery; a sharp, clean slice parting the flesh of his left ear. "The Delta, infidel, horrible, my ear torn. Unholy. Unworthy. Hate it, Prophet. I hate." Now this simply wouldn’t do. Koga stood, motioning his most favored pet follow suit. “You did exactly as I asked,” he purred. “Now why would I be angry? You shed blood in my name — any wound would’ve been excusable. Why, I shouldn’t have even marked your ears. Too prone to tearing, but I’ll fix that.” Carefully, he lifted his claws, drawing a long, thin line above each black eye. “Now, nobody will mark what I have touched. I promise.”
On the outskirts lingered the “pale one” Ky had mentioned, clutching Beelzebub’s slave in unforgiving ivory jaws. “Come further,” Koga commanded. The newcomer ebbed forwards effortlessly, dropping the slave before his paws; an offering reminiscent of the one he’d offered Adramalach when he’d sought partnership. This was but his request. What exactly he desired was the true question. Surely not protection; the male was the largest wolf he’d ever seen, towering above even Ky. Perhaps alliance between Ignasia and another pack? He opened his mouth, tasting the air. Not even a trace of another’s scent lingering amongst his alabaster, save for something familiar. He sniffed once, twice, hesitantly stepping towards the male before he finally placed the source. The scent was that of his own pack. He’d been following them. It was then, as Koga met his mismatched gaze to speak that he remembered who he was. “Cayden,” he purred, affectionately pressing his head against his own. “We feared you’d been killed in the mayhem. It’s wonderful to see you again. There was no need to linger on the outskirts for so long. If you’d come forward, Marusya and I would have welcomed back immediately. I do, however, appreciate the gesture. What do you want? Ask, and I will ensure you receive your reward. I never did pay you back for assisting in the ambush.”
Whatever the male answered, the yearning look he gave Maleah betrayed him. At once, Koga knew his true desires. Instantly, an idea formed. Perhaps Cayden was just what he’d needed. “Would you kindly follow me? A short walk, don’t worry,” he quipped, stretching long oaken limbs behind him. “Just past the treeline. It’ll only be a moment.” Once Cayden had followed him just past earshot, he turned on his heel; a sly, coy smile parting his puce features. “She’s lovely, isn’t she? The sweetest little she-wolf we ever happened upon. She adores the children — but sadly, the children won’t be children forever. She’s the sort that can’t be happy on her own. She needs something to love, and I think you’d fit the bill quite nicely.” He gave a low amiable laugh. “I know your look well. You’re enchanted. I won’t force her, but I can push her in the correct direction, the darling. Simply serve my pack as you already have, and I’ll ensure you receive everything your heart desires: be it power, prestige, or the girl. I guarantee,” he winked. “If you work accordingly, by summer she’ll look at you with every ounce of love you’ve reserved her.”
With that, he guided his new companion back to camp. Marusya had already gathered their group in the center, dividing their ranks in preparation for their future journey. His heart practically swelled with pride at her change, from a small, timid she-wolf to the clever, witty commander of their pack. It was a joy to simply watch her work, forever swift, efficient, and effortless, just as he once hoped she’d be. After she had finished sorting their wolves, she uttered prayers over them, piercing her paw to sanctify the blessing. “With this blood we sacrifice ourselves,” Koga muttered in time with her, puncturing his paw just as she did the same. Eagerly, he tossed his head back, allowing the sound to echo in the deepest chambers of his chest. His packmates joined in — and for one moment, he felt they couldn’t have been more perfect. Alas, they all had a long ways to go before ever nearing that. “Marusya, my love,” he called, bounding up beside her. “Fantastic things are in store for the journey ahead. Blessings abound. Adjetni’s gifted us once more,” he quipped, allowing his gaze to flicker back towards Maleah. “One of his finer blessings so far.”
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Post by Apprentice Anubis on Feb 4, 2019 22:26:32 GMT -8
Anubis grew bored with the exchange that was taking place as her father and mother seemed to sweep her comments aside. Bringing herself to sit and idly listen, she barely took in what the adults were saying. It was boring to say the least. She instead thought over their journey. Obviously father would put her in charge of the others, and if he didn’t, well, she would assume command anyways. Red eyes skimmed the territory, looking over towards the pups that had been born in Mortiul. They seemed rather weak, and easy to pick on, especially one of them that was not participating with most of the others. She would make him her play thing, so long as it was allowed by mother. Which she was sure it was, Anubis could do almost anything and her parents wouldn’t bat an eye so long as it was in the nature of Adjetni. Which, as she thought about it, she grasped her attention on her siblings once more. She was moved closer to them by her mother, whom she scowled a little at as she puffed out her fur, glaring with red eyes towards the other three. She nudged Imset, since that was the only wolf she really cared for here. Tiny and Varuna could up and keel over and Anubis wouldn’t really think twice about it. Especially Tiny. She was embarrassed that the runt of the litter had even survived. But she couldn’t express herself outwardly as her mother seemed to disapprove. She wondered why. She didn’t think her mother was soft, but that opinion had changed as she appeared annoyed over Anubis’ harmless comment about leaving Tiny behind. Marusya called for the pack’s attention, and she began leading a ritual. Anubis gathered near all the other wolves, appearing on the other side of Tiny. She chanted along with the pack, red optics looking towards the new large white male. Where did he come from? He was definitely new, especially since he seemed to not be of any importance to her. She wondered what his name was, especially since her father had taken an interest in the male rather quickly. She would ask later. While focused on the new male, she had slurred her words accidentally, which she immediately corrected. As she copied what Maleah was doing, she bit into her paw, causing blood to flow freely from the wound. She hardly felt the pain, not even a wince coming from her as she had done this. Once they were done, Anubis picked herself up from her sitting position, and begrudgingly waited for the group to get moving. Once they did, she fell into step next to Maleah, potentially biting her ankles every once in awhile. -Exit to the Future- Maleah @marusya @koga Apprentice Varuna Apprentice Imset @tiny |
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Post by Delta Cayden on Feb 4, 2019 23:16:25 GMT -8
Mismatched eyes locked onto the female named Marusya that was Koga’s mate as she addressed the male that Cayden had in his grip. He finally had let go, and it seemed the male was wishing for death. That was something that wasn’t just given, especially for a traitor who begged for it. It sounded like this male wasn’t Koga’s property in the first place, so the male would be returned to his rightful owner soon enough. The male was addressed by Koga himself, snapping his gaze from shifting to Maleah once more. The male seemed to take his time in figuring out his name, but after a moment, it seemed to come back to him and Cayden was addressed by his name. Inside Cayden was like a small pup that had been praised for the first time. Koga remembered his name after the years that had passed since they had met. “We feared you’d been killed in the mayhem. It’s wonderful to see you again. There was no need to linger on the outskirts for so long. If you’d come forward, Marusya and I would have welcomed back immediately. I do, however, appreciate the gesture. What do you want? Ask, and I will ensure you receive your reward. I never did pay you back for assisting in the ambush.” What the male said caused Cayden to think, but as he was about to reply, with a tiny glance towards Maleah, it seemed Koga had already figured it out. “Would you kindly follow me? A short walk, don’t worry. Just past the treeline. It’ll only be a moment,” Koga beckoned him forward, and Cayden willingly followed. As they reached their desired destination, Koga slid his attention once more to their conversation, a coy smile placed upon his lips. Cayden only could guess what the male was going to offer, or not offer, but it was surprising to say the least. “She’s lovely, isn’t she? The sweetest little she-wolf we ever happened upon. She adores the children — but sadly, the children won’t be children forever. She’s the sort that can’t be happy on her own. She needs something to love, and I think you’d fit the bill quite nicely.” He gave a low amiable laugh, which Cayden felt slightly embarrassed that he was found out so easily for his admiration for the nanny, but he simply couldn’t help it. “I know your look well. You’re enchanted. I won’t force her, but I can push her in the correct direction, the darling. Simply serve my pack as you already have, and I’ll ensure you receive everything your heart desires: be it power, prestige, or the girl. I guarantee, if you work accordingly, by summer she’ll look at you with every ounce of love you’ve reserved her,” Cayden was surprised by this answer, and he felt his heart pounding. This was the offer that he had been waiting for. The chance to get closer to the she-wolf with almost no boundaries. She would need some convincing that he wasn’t like the other wolves that often joined the pack, but he knew that he could convince her, or at least try to. Koga would be of some help with that, and maybe love would flourish between the two of them. “I am more than willing to accept your offer. To prove myself to you as more than just a simply follower is what I wish for, and I won’t lie. I have eyes for only her. If I were to be given the chance I would treat her with the utmost respect, unlike some of the others that have passed through here,” He stated, looking towards Koga. “Thank you, Koga, for allowing me to join you once more by your side. And this time, I will not leave,” The male dipped his head, swearing himself to the male as a loyal servant once and for all. He followed as the male departed towards the group, seeing that they were gathered in a circle. Cayden joined in by Koga, trying not to appear too close to the male. He mimicked everything they were doing, puncturing his paw and joining in at the very end, signifying his union to Adjetni and to Ignasia. After doing so, he looked towards Koga, flicking his tail as he stepped in line to begin following them to their new territory. -Exit to the Future- Maleah @koga @marusya |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 2:17:44 GMT -8
Ξεχασμένοç lifted a mitt to clout gently at a fallen, shriveled leaf. The dead plant remnant rocked to and fro midair before touching the dried terrain in such softness that silk would be ashamed.
“I’ve got to leave this place. I haven’t found but an appetizer,” the brutish femora scowled to no entity in particular. Her ivories were bared heavily, though appearing fearsome to no beast, as none were in line of sight.
Without much hesitation, the gruesomely-sized lupine began to trek onward, pondering what awaited her in the near future- her wishful thinking awaited swamplands, mountains, or anything to conceal her Herculean frame.
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Post by Beta Ky on Feb 5, 2019 2:52:21 GMT -8
Sobs rendered the male almost useless. He couldn't see far past the thick layer of tears clinging to his eyes, but His precious oaken form remained totally in his vision. Truly, he was devastated. His ears were so precious to him, so sacred. Only the one frayed by blessed fangs while the other was infected, begging to be amputated entirely in its unholy horrendousness. His rough tongue grazing almost lovingly over the tears in his neck pacified him slightly, the massive snivelling male's mood slowly returning back to a useful state. As the one true meaning to life took a few steps away, Ky flipped back onto his paws almost instantly. The shadow was merely doing his job; every step of his leader followed, every command followed through. “You did exactly as I asked,” He purred. “Now why would I be angry? You shed blood in my name — any wound would’ve been excusable. Why, I shouldn’t have even marked your ears. Too prone to tearing, but I’ll fix that.”
Even as the male talked, Ky still held such a great sense of shame in the blasphemy cast upon him. His towering frame was shrunken in on itself, dwarfing his size into a ball of submission. Oh, how he wanted to repent. Just to get back into good graces with Him, to earn his love and affection once again. That Delta's horrendous maw had the audacity to ruin the tapestry on his skin. While his thoughts spiralled out of control, he stood completely still as His claw met his face. The last thing that he needed was to lose any more blood, but that was never a thought in Ky's mind. His mind was emptied and completely filled simultaneously by the blessed burn of his face, torn apart beneath hooks empowered by Him. “Now, nobody will mark what I have touched. I promise," the almost fatherly tone in his murmur pacified him entirely. Ears? What use were ears? The three splices on his auds were a body count. The solitary soldier wasn't dead, no, that mark would represent a wolf who would never forget him. Not him. Not Beelie. Not Zeebub. Forever, that one scratch's counterpart would remember the pair of demons.
Usually, he wouldn't let His second pet anywhere near blood spilling from his frame, but this time, just this once, he let browned herbs and saliva spread across his shoulder and neck. Never would he let her touch his face, and even the ditsy creature had learned that by now. Leaving his two new scratches open, His shadow trailed back to Him. The sight sparked a visceral reaction. A blessed cranium pressed up against the friend he thought he brought in. Never had He done that to Ky. Never acted as a friend, more like a compassionate master. Ky was absolutely delighted with his current ranking beneath the oaken male, but now that was endangered. This pale thing, Cayden as He named him, was already too close. Already drawing his life away from the inky beast and towards a bleak pelt. How desperately he wanted to attack this 'Cayden,' to do worse to him than he had done to the Delta, but his paws never left the snow. He knew this male, a past friend perhaps. Ky wasn't allowed to harm His friends. Not without his permission. So, behind rage-fogged obsidian lenses, he merely watched the two interact. He drank in the movements between the two. The flickers of a gaze, the reminiscent tone, the air of casual conversation. Every. Little. Thing.
“Ky," his name beckoned from slightly less holy lips, at last, distracted him, "Make sure you mark Beelzebub’s property with the mark of slave and traitor, and keep him close for our brother’s return." The word 'mark' was always delightful. It could mean himself getting marked by Him. It could mean that someone else was getting a blessed cut. It would mean that he himself got to inflict damage unto another. 'Mark' simply meant the shedding of blood to Ky. Without even looking at Marusya, a wide grin formed on bloodstained teeth. A tick bubbled through him, the wheezing sound of the laugh escaping. His head shrunk below his shoulders, his body stalking towards the slave like the scrap of meat he was. That tiny little pregnant thing dug her claws into its flanks, a pitiful little attempt to do his job for him. But yet again, the male couldn't do anything to her. The beings inside her were as precious to Him as the mate, the shadow, the pack. So once again nothing could be done. As her invincible frame waddled back to the main group of wolves, Ky circled the male slowly. The only injuries he'd gotten were a pathetic mark on his scruff from when His thief carried him back, and a tiny little scratch on his flank. Boring. How amazingly could he ruin the flesh before him? He knew that Zeebub would be back soon, and that would result in a truly beautiful pile of mush where the slave once lay. He couldn't mark him too much. Just enough. Just as he was about to make his move, a delightful scent made its home in his nose. It was metallic, but also doused in the scent of death, with just a pinch of Somnus. "Zeeeebub!" the insane male screeched, his gaze instantly twisting to see his bestest friend. His breath caught in his throat at the sight. Zeebub was truly a looker now, his makeover obviously bestowed upon him by another rogue. The Alphess wasn't about to be able to do that amount of damage. The sight in front of him was strange, but Ky was already adjusted to it. Earless, eyeless, faceless along the left side of his face, Zeebub was definitely enraged. How horrendously he would heal. The blood spilling from the massive hole in his face was attractive, the scabs and scars wouldn't be nearly as so.
Bounding over to his friend, Ky didn't press himself up against the peppery frame as much as he wanted to. This was Zeebub, a Zeebub that wasn't quite as sane as an angry Beelie. No no no, this Zeebub wasn't one to be touched. "Zeebub, I like. Will let destroy, but orders Zeebub. Must do orders," he murmured, his tone climbing into a whine as he struggled with his feelings. He so desperately wanted to see how his friend would demolish his toy, but His mate gave him orders. Quickly, as quickly as he could, Ky slammed his paw into the slave's hindquarters, dragging pre-bloodied claws harshly through the sinewy muscle. Hopping away from the slave, Ky so desperately wanted to watch Zeebub tear the male apart, but He called. A ritual, a sacrifice to the God that He worshipped. For Ky, He was more of the God. Tangible, influential, blessed entirely. He was who the uttered words were meant for when they left Ky's mouth. Rather than slicing open his paw, the gargantuan gave his head a shake as it angled towards the ground. Blessed crimson joined others in the snow, his screech joining the rest with their beautiful sounds.
But more importantly than the religious sacrilege, the sounds of flesh tearing, growls ripping, and bones snapping. His twin, Adramalech was in the midst of creating a lovely pair of corpses out of their useless Salutary and his own sister. Oh, how Ky lusted to know how their meat would taste - each carcass was different. Just leaving them behind would be such a travesty, but with His mate's command to get the pack moving, the shadow was torn away. Taking up his rightful position on His vacant side, the injured warrior lumbered at the back of the travelling group. His focus was mostly on Him, but the intrusion of Cayden posed a serious threat to the amount of attention and orders that Ky could get. Over their journey, His pair of gargantuans would likely bond, but for now, Ky was wary.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 5:47:32 GMT -8
More blood. the smell of so much blood filled the air. It was no wonder these wolves had gone so crazy. It surrounded him, he couldn't get away from it. Every second it seemed more blood was being spilled. New blood sifted into his nostrils, but it was Ky who sauntered up to him next, following the command to "mark" him given by some other member. He knew that this one would do more than the shallow claws the stuttering female had done, and now he sort of regretted her for adding to the pain he would be feeling. He heaved a sigh, shifting to offer his other leg on his hindquarters just in case that was where Ky meant to attack him. At least then it wouldn't be in the same spot the pregnant one had gotten him. He circled over the younger male, but before he lunged he turned his head, his expression lighting up and letting out a cry of joy. Beelzebub had returned. Ronin picked his head up to look at the brute, seeing him doused in blood. He was ragged, stumbling just a little. It hit the brindled male that a lot of that blood was his own. Some wolf had seriously injured him. Even Ky seemed distraught at the look of him, before welcoming him back, informing him of his duty to injure the slave laying before them before leaving him to do what he wished. He didn't like the look on Ky's face, something about it told him that this was a completely different side of the beast he knew. A dangerous, merciless side. Maybe he was so angry he would get caught up in himself and kill his new little plaything. That would be a welcome release. He lay his head back down so as not to look either of them in the eye. They were already going to maim him, no need to make it look like he was trying to play hero at the last moment. He would only look pathetic. Then, in a flash, Ky raked sharpened claws deeply through his hind leg, feeling his muscle tear and blood immediately pooling from the wound. He yelped, jerking painfully, quickly quieting down, but unable to completely stop the whines leaking from his muzzle. It burned, it was so painful. He had never been hurt like this before. How had all of them endured pain like this and decided to stay? Their own alpha just murdered their Salutary and another member, and they didn't even bat an eye. That must be how he controls them. Fear, pain if they don't comply. The smell of blood constantly in the air would drive anyone insane if exposed long enough. Beelzebub approached, a growl ripping from his throat. He didn't seem to be in the condition to do what he pleased right now; but he wasn't sure that would stop him, either. Beel promised an ugly visage, one no one would grow to love, maybe one matching his own, taking an eye for an eye. He certainly didn't like the idea of being blinded, but he was helpless to do anything. Beel may not be in any condition to chase him or kill him unless he really wanted to and spent his energy, but there were plenty of others who were. If he tried to run, would they just kill him? Would the alpha take it into his own hands and make a corpse out of him as well? Who knew. Maybe they would do far worse o him if he tried again, such as letting the others eat his limbs alive. He wouldn't put anything past them at this point. He closed his eyes, waiting for the first blow. @beelzebub Beta Ky Alpha Adramalech |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 13:38:32 GMT -8
The ivory female had stalked back to the encampment in silence, her blood boiling. Psyche would admit to being more than a bit miffed over her confrontation with Quentin, which had most certainly not gone in her favor. The abrasive, insufferable brute had insulted her and her pack in one fell swoop. His voice still rang in her head, "Honey, don't you know that they prefer dinner scared? I would have thought that you of all wolves wouldn't be stupid enough to try and bring some sort of comfort to a meal that you all seem to enjoy ever so much! Now you've given some sort of normality even with your weirdly white self, he thinks he's going to be okay! Honestly, how long have you been in this pack to not know even these simple things?”She had been beyond infuriated when he had spoken to her - and she still was. And yet, what had inflamed her the most wasn’t what he had said; it was that he had had the last word. Psyche had been fully prepared to lash back at him. To tell him that she, unlike him, was wise enough to remember that not all wolves were food; some were delivered by Adjetni to travel among them and serve Him. To tell him that she had been in the pack hardly longer than he had, and yet still understood its workings far better. To tell him that even if the stranger did find himself so unfortunate as to become dinner, his fear would not be affected by her welcome. But when she parted her pale lips to speak, the dove found her silver tongue thoroughly tied. In the end, she had said nothing; she had stood in silence and let Quentin drag her through the mud. Psyche couldn’t even begin to understand what had come over her; all she knew is that she had allowed the odd auburn prick to make a fool of her, and she was livid. She had slipped off between the trees when Quentin began to leave, far too eager to be away from him. Though she hated to admit it, his words had gotten under her skin. Petty as they were, they had slipped into her mind to writhe and reel, and her porcelain mask had cracked as a result. One particular phrase had especially gotten to her: I thought you all all wolves wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and bring some sort of comfort to a meal that you all seem to enjoy ever so much! The malice beneath the maned wolf’s words had made Psyche’s skin crawl. It was true that Ignasia and Mortiul had passed the winter in this barren woodland by means that might churn the stomachs of newcomers. Psyche herself had been appalled at first by the concept of consuming the flesh of another wolf, but had conceded at Marusya’s urgings - they all had, had they not? It was survival, devotion. It was brutal, but necessary, she reminded herself. Quentin’s attempts to shame her wouldn’t change that. The albino female prowled through the thin brush and hung around the edge of the camp, brooding bitterly. It would be difficult for anyone else to realize that Psyche was sulking; her posture was as proud as ever, her tail curled elegantly around her paws, and her rosy eyes roved impassively about the camp even as her mind reeled. Her glazed expression shook away as the honeyed tones of her oaken alphess rose through the air. At the sound, the alabaster angel willed away her thoughts; there would be plenty of time later on. Perhaps she could even discuss her concerns with Marusya, if it was not above her station to speak to the Welcomer in such away. Psyche rose to her paws and padded through the crisp snow, ready to listen to whatever the golden female had to say. “We will travel in three groups close together,” Marusya was announcing as Psyche approached. “The first group will be composed of Psyche, Xalie, Maleah, and her charges. They will lead us and set the pace. Psyche follow the other groups scent closely, if we lose our way Koga knows the way and will move to the front at that time.” The frosted bitch nodded respectfully to her alphess, pride beating in her chest. Marusya had entrusted her to travel with the group that would not only lead the pack, but also with the one that contained her pups and her favored disciple, Maleah. Excitement thrummed in her veins in time; they were finally moving! Psyche tossed a grin in Maleah’s direction, unsure if the nanny was even watching. Of all the other newcomers in Ignasia, she appreciated Maleah’s company the most; the journey would be tolerable at her side. Marusya organized the remaining groups, then spoke to the assembled pack once more. “Let us worship Adjetni, stand with me and do as I do, everyone. As we ready ourselves to travel into the unknown and into the future, we sacrifice some of ourselves here as evidence of our loyalty to you Adjetni and as thanks for our protection in these lands and continued protection in the future.” Psyche watched as her alphess raised a paw to her lips and sink her fangs deep into the flesh. The ivory female hesitantly imitated her, lifting a pristine white paw to her maw. She braced herself for the pain and bit down forcefully - taking it slowly would only prolong the inevitable. Sure enough, pain lanced through her foot; Psyche stifled a sharp breath and pulled her foot away, watching the crimson bead mesmerizingly against the pure white of her fur before rolling away to soak into the snow below. “With this blood we sacrifice ourselves to your, Lord and Savior Adjetni,” Marusya cried out, pressing her paw into the snow. In time with her faith-bound packmates, she murmured a repetition of the alphess’s words. Relief swept over her as the snow closed in around her wound, cold numbing the pain like rain putting out a flame. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment before a sharp howl rang in her ears. Marusya’s voice urged them to join her and, in time with Maleah and her other companions, Psyche through her head back. From her throat poured the melody of her solidarity. When the sound died down, Psyche glanced around. With the ritual complete, she was quite certain it was time to move out. The thought sent a ripple of anticipation through her; what would their new home be like? She couldn’t wait to find out. A twitch of her tail and a bright light in her pale eyes revealed her enthusiasm to the world as she loped over toward Maleah, ignoring the pain in her paw as much as possible. “I suppose it’s our time then, hmm?” she purred cheerfully, offering her timid companion a smile. Her heart was pounding; there was a new world out there and it was waiting for her - for this new family of her’s. And she couldn’t wait to lock eyes on it. . : Exit To : The Future : .
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2019 23:37:53 GMT -8
Ina flash, no attention was on the demanding pup as the cultists all screamed after that horrid bitch, and her Uncle suddenly ripped her Aunt to shreds. Bile threatened to spurt in a completely unpretty fashion onto the snow before her, yellow and red clashing on the absolutely disgusting ground. Instead, the dignified little princess twisted her head into her own fur, continuing to busy herself with bathing rather than watching the bloodbath take place. With her Uncle's howl, she knew that she would have to approach. Keeping her gaze as cemented on the overcast skies as possible, Perci tiptoed towards the strong scent of blood.
"Um... Alpha Adramalech? We eat other wolves?" Her loser brother's question almost made her want to smack him. Then again, she didn't want to get whatever disgustingness that made him such a fool on her at all. She could have Tern smack him eventually. "Ew! There's no way I'm eating that! You go Sauron, I bet you'd looooove it," Perci sneered at her younger brother, the ugly expression lingering on her perfect face for mere seconds before she collected herself. Shooting everyone else a glare, she moved to stomp after the cultists, not even caring who came with her of if she was accompanied by an adult. She was going to get this horrid journey over and done with no matter which pack she accompanied.
However, just as she was about to leave, the voice of her father made her pull a u-turn. She hadn't seen that hideous brute since he had told her that she was in charge (which really didn't need saying, she always was). Was it even worth it to look at her Dad again, the answer was apparently no. His face was disgusting!! Half of it didn't even exist anymore, and she was still expected to love that monster and call him 'Dad?' No. With a scream of frustration of her circumstances, Perci trudged off in the cultist's pawprints. She was so frickin done with her family, she didn't even care anymore.
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Post by El on Feb 12, 2019 13:50:21 GMT -8
E L
If I got rid of my DEMONS, I'd lose my angels. The intense silence of the woods was suddenly lost to wolves screaming with their entire bodies, utterly unconfined. It tore trough his ears like glass and he could not bother but to wince in agony. El was a brute of little burden, but he was weak to the auditorial sensations of mayhem. His head bobbed downward in torment until he could see nothing but the ground, where his claws dug deep with anger, blood beginning to boil so fiercely he could imagine the snow melting below him.
His nostrils flared while the blood drained from his face when the scents of his sisters began to disappear, when he lost all function of his ears to frantically hunt for the sights of Blue and Nevermore. Isolated was Blue's cry, bursting from the clearing, and drawing nearer as his legs innately propelled him towards the sound was the indiscreet, abominable sound of a savage, insatiable sadist. Without being aware of making a conscious decision, all feeling left him and he disappeared into the black abyss. El was gone, and his body had been overtaken.
HERE I COME.
An unworldly convulsion of power seized the ashen beast by the shoulders, maw so wide El's coated tongue could not stop the blood from pouring down his throat, not a sound escaping while he choked with callous pleasure. The crimson liquid spilled out from his pipe, clear that it never made it down, as his neck arched with the force of his body taking to the air. He took blows to several indistinct areas below his chest, though he was immune to the sensations with nothing but rage consuming ever fiber of his being; the bones, the skin, the blood, the mind.
YOU WILL DIE.
Thoughts rampaged as he released the body and descended to the ground to quickly find another area of his opponent's body to insinuate himself to. Once he found a target, he leapt again, relentless blows now plunging the beast with a force that sacrificed his breath. He stopped only for brief moment of lost consciousness when his head was forced to the side with an unprecedented hit to the jaw.
Ow.
GET OUT.
His monster returned with a gust of anger that surpassed all the former. Eyes nearly white with glacial, silent hysteria, he came unhinged with a final vault towards his opponent, jaw trapping his windpipe as he took him to the ground to hear a satisfying gasp for air from the adversary. Blood poured from his stomach, but felt nothing but determination to finish his job. Sanguine saliva plat between his eyes, still wide open in a craze.
HOW UNKIND. SHALL I RETURN THE GESTURE?
His ivory fangs closed on the opponent's eye. SCRUMPTIOUS. His tongue dug into the socket and soaked up the tissue while his teeth broke down the bones until nothing was left. He swallowed, but was not satisfied. MORE. He grasped onto the brute's ear with the same intent, disgusting force until it was detached from the body. His maw was open with uncontained delusion, all of his sadistic fantasies escaping through his shining, gunmetal orbs like something out of a nightmare.
"Oh, I’ll force you to watch my fun with those little whores, just you wait.”
El was still for a moment. He peered out of his eyes to see the dark figure squirming below him, half of his face gone.
You did this...
WE DID THIS.
El returned and the monstrosity below him had disappeared, found running away maniacally. It was over.
He found Blue. He couldn't bear the look on her face, and couldn't fathom what she'd seen him do to his own kind. This was El's fault. Nevermore was spotted in the trees aiding another victim. Looked like she missed the show. He helped his ivory sister on her feet and beckoned her while leading her to Nevermore. Still, his eyes scanned the terrain over and over again. He stood over the victim's body, refusing to look at her, for he could only see his sisters in her beaten, helpless figure.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2019 22:09:31 GMT -8
A flash of red against stark white snow; Blue sees the strange new wolf from a mile away. Vibrant gaze lands on him unerringly, limbs jolting to a sudden halt and tail dipping low - a reaction of shock, intrigue. Her world was domineered by sight (and she had seen many things!) but never had she encountered a creature such as this one. A foxlike face with the slender limbs of a deer, feet and muzzle adorned with the same sharp accessories as any other lupine. It was as though some higher being decided to stick different pieces together until they created an animal that worked - and evidently, work he did. Cyan gaze zeroes in on the movement of his lips, a soft vocal exclamation the only sign of her frustration as words fall from his tongue far too quickly for her to read. Tidbits are easy, yes - suggest, wolves, offering - but out of context such utterings are entirely useless to her. The fine-boned femme was far too dignified to do anything so low as to pout; this was, after all, part of what made Nevermore such a necessary part of their troubled little family. Knowledge does not, however, erase longing - not to hear, no, but perhaps to understand. Exhaled breath turns to visible mist somewhere to her left; Blue spares a brief glance for her sister to ascertain she is indeed speaking before returning her attention to the towering brute. Whatever she said must have worked - or the stranger otherwise grew bored - as he swiftly moved on, allowing the trio to do the same. It would seem that this deadened forest was fraught with challenges for the siblings; the marshmallow hued lupess feels as though they had traveled mere paces before the next great interruption arrived. Irrevocably deafened to the cries of pain and terror, it comes as a surprise when Nevermore suddenly jerks away from their formation, paws carrying her forward undeterred by any obstacle. The tiny she-wolf’s next exhale is a sharp hah of startled protest, a soundless question on her lips before- ah. The scent of blood freshly spilled, practically a honing beacon for Never. The blind female was a healer down to her core, her touching practically brimming with life for all the good it does her patients. However, Blue’s anxious mind is not on the source of the blood (though of course she would not wish harm on another) but rather the cause of the blood. A hunt gone wrong, a battle between wolves - all things that could cause her beloved harm. So determined is she to regain her position at her sister’s side, ensure her safety, that she only managed a horridly off-pitch “Go!” in El’s direction before she lurches after the dark lupess. Hurried steps take her temporarily out of El’s range, tail tip flicking as she scans the trees. The stench of blood is overpowering, overbearing, impossible to smell past - but it was not her nose she was reliant on. The briefest of pauses in her gait, a quick survey of the terrain; Nevermore’s pawprints reveal themselves to her as though sending up a beacon. She releases a conscious hum, jilted little notes to doubly ensure that El is aware of her position before- Before- Terror.Hot breath against her neck, a mere split seconds warning before she is jolting forward, slender limbs scrambling for purchase against the snow as she just avoids a grab to her nape. Jaws snap shut with such force she can feel their closing, and yet- a miss. A heartbreaking moment of unadulterated hope, hope that she had escaped this unseen hunter’s grasp, hope that she could circle back to El before another attempt is made- but no. No, her hopes are quickly dashed as a devastatingly accurate forelimb lands a blow against her haunches (pain!), powerful enough to send her sprawling. Tangled limbs, fleefleeflee, but she finds her feet again, staggering forward and just on the cusp of a sprint when she- She makes a mistake. A single glance back, a momentary desire to see her attacker (slavering jaws, crazed eyes, run), an isolated moment that cost her dearly. A moment her assailant used to grip her scruff, such an angle at which she cannot hope to retaliate even had she the strength to do so. A baying keen escapes her maw, desperation giving vocal form as she thrashes. Cries cut off as her body hits the ground once more, another heart wrenchingly futile moment of hope as she envisions the blackened brute growing bored with her struggles, turning away, leaving her there to pick herself up and crawl back to her family’s side. Crushing despair as she is torn from the snow by her scruff once more, forced to all fours as he rises above her, finding purchase in her flanks and leaving bloody gouges in his wake. Her jaws gape wide as choking sobs leave her, strings of saliva and tears dripping to the snow below. El. Where was El, she needed him, he couldn’t- he wouldn’t let- Freedom!Her attacker is wrenched from atop her with such force that she stumbles and trips, dainty body limp for moments that felt like years. However, upon raising her head, the frosted she-wolf almost wished she hadn’t. The fight that ensued between her brother and the other brute was brutal, savage, the ice a deep crimson stain that was ever growing. El was a beast, untouchable and fierce, and to see the raven-pelted demon land a blow against even him churned her stomach. The ginger male dealt worse than he received, though, and the squelch of an eye giving to pressure followed by the rip of an ear being torn clean off brings Blue to her limit. She turns her head and is unabashedly sick, ears flattening as the acrid taste sears her tongue. When she is done, it is over. Demon departed on both accounts, one deeper into the woods and one within El. Her limbs are weak, trembling, and she feels like a babe as her brother helps her to her paws. A shiver, as his victims blood is smeared onto her coat. The disgust is still evident, but there is no fear in her as she forces her attention to his face. No, the dominant emotion within her is one of safety, followed closely by relief. His aversion to touch was well known to his sisters both, but Blue cannot help but press her cold nose to the side of his neck, head tilted up to accommodate for her size. Featherlight, barely there, but present until the soft thump thump of his pulse is felt against the sensitive skin. But then, a return to her original goal: Nevermore. She wobbles like a newborn fawn for the first two steps before finding her steadiness once more, following El carefully. As predicated, Never is at the source, expressing her talent best she can on such short notice. Her heart stutters at the sight of the broken wolves. Would this have been her fate, had her brother not swooped in? A full-body shudder rolls down her spine, and she has to purse her lips to keep them from wobbling. Motherly though she may act, what she craved most in the world at the moment was an embrace from her sister, a single instant of immaturity that she quickly shoves down in favor of assisting all she can. Such assistance is limited to a poor imitation of her gentler sibling’s care, pressing gentle pawfuls of snow to one of the male’s numerous wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2019 11:23:17 GMT -8
PUP SAURON
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Sauron heard his sister's voice before he saw her. He adored his sister, admired her vocalization and ability to be, so brave. At least to him her ignorance and arrogance was bravery, how much would his perspective change of her in the coming years? Her harsh words he only took as tough love. After all, she was his sister and he wouldn't betray that.
Hearing how much she desperately hated the idea of eating another wolf, he also grew grossed out by the idea. Looking to his Uncle he gave a wag before running after the duo. He would eye up his brother, seeing how he was taking Persephone's attitude and ramblings. The boy honestly looked gone, half paying attention except for snippets. He would do the same, except paying more attention than not. He would tune her out if she was just repeating herself, but hung onto any new information she began to share.
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Post by Alpha Adramalech on Feb 16, 2019 23:47:45 GMT -8
Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul | As he had the two dead wolves lying in front of him, one of his brother’s offspring approached, addressing him formally. His black gaze only shifted a bit to look towards the small pup, listen to his question. He looked towards the pup’s dead aunt, and then back at him. “If you want to survive, I would suggest you do so,” He said, looking towards the young pup. Beelzebub had hardly taught his pups how to live, and it was high time they learned to do so. Weaning out the weak would be the first on their agenda, which the journey to their new territory would more than take care of. Shifting a bit, he looked towards his brother that approached. He didn’t expect a warm welcome to the sight of Lilith, but the insane male didn’t even react. The male asked why he had killed Lilith in the least amount of syllables he could muster. Adramalech nodded to him as he talked about seeing the Shaman. Xalie was their only healer between the two packs, so she would be assuming the position as Salutary until they found one that was much more capable of doing her job, unlike Koa. Black gaze flickered with only the hint of curiosity as Beelzebub talked about Somnus being theirs. Many questions floated through the black male’s mind, but they would be able to talk on their journey, and that would be solved.
Beelzebub dismissed himself from Adramalech’s presence, the male having done so all his life. The Alpha took no notice as he approached the male that had been assigned to Bellatrix. It seemed the female had lost track of her subordinate that he had assigned to her, and he could only shake his head. The she-wolf proved to be useless as well, and weaning out wolves like her would be done along the journey. Looking towards the dead bodies that he had made, he took a chunk off of Koa’s leg, turning to give it to the pups, but they had disappeared. Those pups weren’t going to last long, especially if they treated this offering of food as they had. Growling, the male swallowed a good chunk of meat, relishing in the taste of wolf. They had eaten many over the course of winter, but most of the time it was stringy and of those that were too weak to fight back. It tasted different when they were strong and capable, and had been taken down recently. Savoring it, he grabbed a piece and brought it to Vivaldi, hoping that she would take his offering. The pups inside needed something good to grow off of. After giving the chunk of meat to the female, he would depart for their new land, seeing as Koga had done the same. The male didn’t want to linger any longer in this territory, and wished to finally settle down in his new home, where they would make their plans to take over the other packs.
-Exit to Mortiul Commons-
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2019 18:53:26 GMT -8
God, the things he would do to that miserable rat. Ronin lay perfectly limp, stretched before him, a blank canvas to carve at Beel’s discretion. Now, what to do first? Terse jaws twitched in anticipation as he imagined sinking his fantastically sharp fangs into those innocent eyes, jamming and jerking them in and out of those sensitive, thin sockets till they were little more than mush, like his. Perhaps he’d dismantle his limbs one by one and chuck him into the ice to freeze — but what fun would that be? All that’d happen is he’d lose a more than suitable play-thing, and who knew when another would pop up again? No, no, he wouldn’t kill the useless thing. After all, he was in no position to be denying any form of entertainment. Though perhaps when he’d finished his fun, Ronin would wish he had. Ky had already begun under Koga’s orders. Beel watched on, panting in pain and burning, livid bloodlust. Ky’s rip was but the beginning of a beautifully long, bloody tale. He was only too happy to turn Ronin to the next page. He lifted his paw, eagerly preparing to deliver the first blow, only to receive little more than a soft, apathetic sigh. Beelzebub screeched, unable to suppress the sheer magnitude of his fury. The audacity of this bastard, this idiotic, pathetic, hapless piece of dung to not even give him a squeal to entertain him while he languished in such agonies? “Do you think,” Beelzebub whispered as he drew his mangled, bleeding maw centimeters away from Ronin’s own. “That you are above this? That you are innocent, pure as cream, and will die with the dignity of some sort of martyr? I will ruin you.” He cruelly hissed, drawing away to circle his slave. “Everything you think you are somehow above, I will ensure you become. I promise you that. You may not know it yet, but you’re going to become just like me. You’ll crave the chaos of war, the squelch of flesh and fur between your claws. Relish in a dying animal’s last cries. Salivate at the stench of another’s corpse and gorge yourself into a stupor. I don’t care if I have to break every bone, tear the teeth from your skull one by one,” Beelzebub cackled, his lips curled in a sharp, angered sneer. “You’ll pay. Death is too good for somebody like you. Now get up.” Beelzebub spat as he aimed a kick between his ribs. “There’s a long road ahead.” Exit to: Mortiul Common Grounds Tagged: Beta Ky @ronin |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2019 11:50:06 GMT -8
Time stretched out between the two, and the longer that silence filled the air the worse he felt about the situation. What was Beelzebub doing, just standing over him? Thinking of ways to maul him, most likely. Contemplating how to disfigure him, whether to do it now or later, whether to let him bleed out or not. Blood leaked from the wound Ky had given him, the light claws on his other side freezing and ceasing its bleeding as it lay in the snow. He sighed, readying himself for Beel's attack, and the action wrenched a horrible screech from the beast. He hadn't meant to offend him in such a way, didn't even know it would provoke him at all. Perhaps it had been too long since he was in a pack. Maybe this was pack life nowadays. Maybe his family was nice because they were blood. Maybe they had been the last of the kind packs, or maybe the nice ones were few and far between, or all hiding out somewhere far, far away from the others. He began to question himself, morals, what was okay and what wasn't. Was this expected of him because this was just how wolves were to each other now? Was spilling blood between them the way to prove their loyalty and the strength of their bond? Was he supposed to be willing to follow every command, even if he didn't agree with the intention behind the command? Was he not being like his own kind, not wishing to spill blood needlessly? Suddenly a dark and bloodstained muzzle was near his ear, wrenching him from his thoughts. He promised to ruin him, take away his sense of what was right or wrong. He circled the smaller brindled male as he continued, saying he thought of himself as above them and their actions. Did he? Was he being full of himself rejecting their ways? Was he being selfish for being repulsed by their brutality? He was very confused at this point, the seed of his new master's sinister words breeding doubt in his heart. He was commanded to stand, and without thinking he was on his feet, head not even registering the kick to his ribs. He would pay, Beelzebub had said. Maybe he wasn't as good as he thought he was. EXIT TO: Mortiul Common Grounds @beelzebub |
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