YOU'RE GONNA BREAK THE WORLD FOR ME
Paws once more set themselves on Tortuga land. Toes flexed against the familiar feel of the rocky earth. Her pelt had dried from her dip in the springs, but a particular smell clung to ever hair on her pelt. Kaios. There was no mistaking it. Hell, she could smell him all over her. A slow smile tugged at her features. She couldn?t help it. It was still so shocking. Her encounter with the massive ebony beast. She still couldn?t believe what happened. Since when did she feel the aching need to give herself to him? Never. At least until tonight. It had been unforgettable, something that would haunt her thoughts for the rest of her life. She was still confused over the whole matter. What exactly had changed? She would probably never know. He consumed her thoughts, his sensual nips, gentle caresses, his pelt mingling with her own, his deep, husky voice The winter night hadn?t lost it?s chill, seemly even colder now that she out of Kaios? embrace. Tonight though there was strange scent that clung to the breeze. It wasn?t uncommon for there to be wolves at the border this late, but to be so nearby and her not notice? That was uncommon. A growl formed in her throat, ears pinning against her skull, her chin tucking to protect her throat. Blue gems scanned the darkened landscape, no clear threat could be found, but he was out there. Ebony pelt bristled, eyes narrowing, her stance instinctively widened, and tail flagging out behind her for added balance. Jaws parted to speak, but she never got the chance. A pallid shadow shot out from seemingly nowhere from her left, knocking into her with sudden force. The impact knocked the wind from her lungs, forcing a gasp to suck back in air. A snarl ripped from her jaws, fury burning in her eyes. She turned to lunge, prepared to defend herself, but it was too late. He was attacking again, his larger frame knocking her forcing away. Legs got caught in low branches of a bush, sending her tumbling to her side. Tucking her tail along her belly, jaws remained part, teeth bared, ready to grab anything that came near her. It was in that brief moment that she got a look at her attacker. A look into deaths teal and golden eyes. His ivory face pulled back in a gruesome snarl, cruelty shining in his eyes. So this was it. She knew it. But that didn?t mean she was going down without a fight. His fangs connected with her flesh, a high pitched snarl that mingled with a yelp sprung from her jaws. Her fangs clicked together until they found purchase, jaws clamped down, head thrashing back and forth. She?d give him a little something to remember her by as she tore flesh from his body. Flesh was torn away, bones breaking, their sickening crack audible. Her hopes for survival pushed a howl from her lungs, ringing out for everyone to hear, putting the last of her strength into it, yet she called for only one. Kaios. Her defenses became weak, the snapping of her jaws less forceful, the strike of her claws hardly enough to break his skin. Muscles went limp, the only sign of life was her ragged breathing and her pitiful whimpers. The pain was unbearable, unlike anything she had ever felt. Her entire body burned, like she was on fire. Vision blurred, going in and out of focus. The continued assault didn?t matter anymore. She was going to die. There was no possible way for her to recover from this. Kaios couldn't save her. Kylar couldn't save her. Not even the best healer could save her. Thoughts of her children plagued her mind. Kylar would take care of them. But they were all so young, she wouldn?t be around to see them finish growing up, to see their success as they climbed the ranks of Tortuga or whatever path they chose. It broke her heart. Minutes seemed like hours. She wanted to just die already. She wanted for the pain to stop, for fangs and claws to stop piercing her flesh, ripping her into pieces. Her breathing slowed, sides barely rising, vision blackened around the edges. So this is how she would die. Murdered. ooc: She's not dead yet "Talk here." |
Blood. It was the one force that drove every aspect of life. The feel of blood roaring in ones ears, or the sound of a heartbeat- whether it was the first or the last that one would take. Figuratively, blood stained his pelt, the crimson tide of all his victims casted an overwhelming aura, shadowing him to be the deamon that he claimed to prevalently to be. If he was covered in blood of others, surely no one could stop him? If he was this far into the darkness, shouldn?t he live a little and enjoy it? He was going to burn in hell anyways.
Wrath. It drove him, the anger making his blood boil. It gave him a reason- a purpose. Anger was his primal emotion, one of the only emotions that he honestly felt. Anger at himself, at those who destroyed his life. Anger at Amaranth. Anger at life. Anger at whatever God, ruled the heavens for casting him into such a dark pit of hell.
Languid strides propelled his ivory bodice forward at a relentless pace, the wind ripping into his thick pelt, as he pelted through the eastern land. Paws thrummed against the ground, eyes burning with hatred. As to what had set him off, he wasn?t sure. Maybe it was the fact that everywhere he turned he kept getting reminders of things her preferred to forget. Or mayhaps, he just wanted to be angry. After all anger was by far an easier emotion to deal with.
The wind roared into his face, and he was soon hit with the musky smell of a packs borders. He didn?t care, he crossed the borders with fury. Ivory form slammed into a dark wolf, scent telling him she was female. He snarled, the sound feral and tearing from his throat as he bit into her, thrashing his head, tearing her flesh. Her blood met his jaws, and it soothed his anger, though his attack was taken over by blood-lust- the need to kill her. He needed to kill her. He needed the taste of her in his mouth. Pain laced through him, only fueling his need for her, as she tore into him. She was a fighter- he?d never forget this one.
Crashing, her carried them to the ground, his jaws ripping back, taking with them a chunk of flesh. Whimpers were all the he could hear, and as he zoned back in to his victim, he let out a chuckle. He pushed himself to stand above her, and stared down at her noting her defining blue eyes. He ripped into her, canines closing on the flesh of her underbelly, and pulling. Jaws snapped hard around his victims legs, crunching into the bones. He enjoyed the snapping, the sound of the bones breaking in the flesh was like music to his alabaster ears.
He bit deep into her, teeth piercing the soft flesh. Leaving deep and gaping bite wounds in her bodice. He would rip chunks of her and chewed on them, swallowing, he reveled in the taste. He enjoyed it. Vaguely he reflected on his first victim here, a wolf from the north and how he had enjoyed her much like he was enjoying his current victim. Burrowing his jaws into her belly, he searched for a particular organ, one that he had preference too. Clasping his jaws around her liver, he pulled it out, a sick grin on his face as he looked down at her, before tilting his jaws back, swallowing the organ whole.
He could see the pain in her eyes. He knew what it was like to be torn into. The fire that coursed through one as canines pierced your fur, the wish to die- so it would all end. He understood, but he didn?t care. Stepping away from her, her blood dripping from his jaws, he looked at her with a slight smile before speaking.
?I know how you feel right now. You want to die, but if you wouldn?t mind, I?d quite enjoy to finish my meal while you are alive.? His words were low, a growl, the tone serious though something akin to amusement glimmered in his two-toned eyes. Turning his jaws, he bit into her shoulder, peeling some of the flesh from the joint with a chuckle. The flesh slid easily down, and the taste was so taboo, but so excellent. Licking his lips, he backed away from her, standing to watch her. Perhaps, this is what had damned him to the deepest depths of hell, he had enjoyed it. Every whimper she expressed was like ecstasy, orgasmic in its pleasure as the sound sang through his audits. This was better than any fuck he had ever had, he could choose this any day over sex. This was the best feeling? ever.
He left a mess in his wake, and the mess amused him greatly. He wondered who would be the first one to find her- and what they would see. Would she be alive to great that person? If he was a prayer, he?d pray it would be so. He wondered what she would say? Would she utter sentiments like his others? Would she curse her existence into hell? Would she be greeted be a lover? Oh, how he longed to stay around and watch his handi-work unfold.
He hadn?t planned this. No, he didn?t wake up today craving the taste of another in his mouth. That was simply a bonus, a surprise delight. She had simply been in his path, in the path of his insanity, his ruthlessness. A sigh escaped him, and her turned, stepping away from his meal and disappeared into the forest. His wrath appeased, his mind more focused. A laugh escaped him, as he thought about how ridiculous it seemed that he had to eat of another, to calm down. That didn?t matter now. The blood that stained his fur would wash away, and there would be little reminder in his life, of his meal. Paws carried him over the border, where, he, Creedance Voltaire, would disappear.
-exit Creedance-
ooc; let me just say, 1,015 words, yo.
Pacing. Walking. Waiting.
He couldn't stop moving, ever since talking to Jupiter he had been back in Tortuga waiting for the call, waiting to go to the battlefield to watch the battle that would decide both his fate and Jupiter's. Half of him had been relieved that she had decided to take on Kaios, but after seeing that she had newly given birth... She had so much to live for. His children were going on 2 and could easily care for themselves but hers would be handed off to guardians rather then parents and raised without ever knowing their mother. And he would be the first to say that she was a mother that any child would be lucky to have. His feelings towards her had been growing ever since he had first met her, not feelings or love or lust or anything animalistic but something akin to admiration and loyalty was blossoming, something he had never really felt towards anyone other then his family before.
He found himself patrolling the boarders these days, wandering the perimeter of their pack lands although there was really onto one, maybe two ways up the mountain that was tell used. But still he wandered it all, the massive male lumbering his way through the shadows with head hung low and nose twitching at every scent. Wolves weren't meant to live in the mountains, he had decided that quite some time ago, but bears and big cats could easily come up the other edges of the mountain if they really wanted to. So maybe that was what he was watching for? No... If he was being completely honest with himself he was mostly stalking the boarders because Secret had left the pack lands again... After last time part of him wanted to say screw it and just let her do whatever she wanted no matter the consequences but another part kept reminding him that if he went off and got himself killed that his children would need their mother.
It was the strong scent of blood that first turned his attention back towards the main path up the mountain. For a moment he paused, lifting his massive crown and sampling the breeze. It wasn't just any blood, it was the blood of their own kind. Someone had been hunting... The scent stirred something inside of him that had been dormant since coming to these land, it made his heart quiver almost and pink tongue darted out to slide across his lips. Desdemona wouldn't be happy though... And if she caught this slayer rather then Ky then he would probably end up dead, the beast had been in the hunters shoes enough times that as he started towards the entrance his first instinct wasn't to chase him off, rather to maybe join him and then warn him about Tortuga's new morals. Ugh... They still made him want to barf, any other pack he would have been fine but to be in a pack, have leadership change hands so much and then to have them do a complete 180 on you was not a fun time.
It was the howl that made him freeze mid stride. Muscles coiled beneath his skin to the point where he almost began to shake. It was Secret, he knew that voice anywhere. His mind completely swept over the fact that it was tinged with fear and pain. He didn't notice the slight gurgle to it as her lung filled with blood. All he noticed was that it was calling for a certain someone and that was Kaios. That. Fucking. Bitch. Hackles raised and lips pulled back into a snarl as he remained rooted to his spot. Even if she was in trouble a huge part of him no longer wanted to have anything to do with her. He pretty much was hoping she would rot. After everything Kaios had done to her she had the balls to go ahead and call out for him? He did a sharp 180 and slipped back into the bushes. Maybe Kaios could kill her for him and then they could just be done with this nonsense. All he had wanted was someone to carry his kids, to carry his bloodlines and somehow he had managed to be stuck with her. Why he had ever bothered even trying to care for her was beyond him, obviously she just wanted to die.
It was almost half an hour from the time that she howled to the time that he had finished the rest of his patrols and managed to circle back to the path up the mountain. Something about the way her blood covered her coat and was splashed along the ground almost brought a smile to his face. He moved with practiced ease after that, first wandering around to differentiate the scents. Apparently one male had come and done the damage and then from the looks of her broken neck Kaios had done her a favour and ended her. He filed the smells away in his mind and then moved away from the body, not bothering to look at her as he found a small flowering clearing away from the rocky areas and trees and began digging. The soil was softer here and powerful shoulders didn't take long to destroy the top soil and begin his descent down. Why he was bothering to bury her he didn't know, maybe because he didn't want the kids to see her like this but other then that... He owned her nothing anymore.
It was another hour before he felt the hole was deep enough that scavengers wouldn't root her back up later on. The beast hauled himself out of the hole and walked back to the now cold body. He wasn't gentle as he grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her towards the hole. He dropped her roughly beside the hole, taking a moment to move to her already destroyed belly. One paw held her lower front leg down as he began poking around. He had to crack her ribs to get to what he wanted but soon he pulled out her heart. Once again, less then gently he pushed her into the hole, and then he sat, holding her heart in his jaws and staring down at the woman he had once considered his friend. But apparently he had been nothing to her, just someone to help her with her desire to have children, someone to drag around and toy with. One word followed her heart as it slid down her throat. "Bitch...." Bloody saliva followed her into her grave as he growled and set to work burying Secret. Funny how one thing, one little moment could change a relationship forever. For Ky, all those memories of play fighting with Secret or hanging out in the den when their children were young would be replaced by that single pleading howl calling out for Kaios.
He didn't wait around after he had buried her, heart pumping adrenaline and rage through his veins. No doubt he would regret everything about today later but for right now he needed to leave. So without another word or a call to his children he turned and followed the scent of the slayer down the mountain. He needed to kill something.
-exit Kylar-
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