Down with the Sickness
Requiem
09-07-2023, 02:05 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-07-2023, 02:06 AM by Requiem. Edited 1 time in total.)
T hough the call the ethereal goddess put out was for her crimson devil, it was not the scarlet brute who responded to it. Instead, it was another male—a stranger who had taken up the ancient wreckage as his home—as large and heavyset as a bear, clothed in patchwork brown fur. He had been dwelling on the upper deck, in the chamber that had once been the Blodreina and Haihefa's private quarters, now desecrated by the cur. The call roused him from slumber, and realizing that there was a female on board his ship, a wicked grin peeled across his lips. The earthen-coated brute stood and plodded down the corridors of the ship, following the scent of female that lingered where she had walked.
I t took him a little bit, but eventually he found the white bitch, waiting and looking rather vulnerable all alone. "Well well, what have we here?" he taunted and teased Lurid, not even bothering his salacious gaze as it freely roamed down the once-alphess' form. "A pretty piece of tail coming right to me? Must be my lucky day." The brute chuckled, a rumbling peel of amusement beneath his husky breath as he stalked closer to Lurid. She was such a pretty thing, albeit looking a bit frail, and the coughing he heard earlier tipped him off that she likely wouldn't be able to fight him off. Oh, he would have such fun with her... Giant paws stomping on the steel floor, he prowled towards her, a grin of malice painted on his face. "Don't you worry, gorgeous, I'm gonna take good care of you... Now be a good girl, and don't ru-"
* * *
T he stranger wasn't the only wolf who had heard Lurid's call. He had been near the ship, roaming the nearby areas as he had been since her disappearance, holding out a dying hope that she would one day return. When his auds picked up her call, it was as if the world had stopped turning. Head shooting up so argent silver eyes could snap towards the ship, he hesitated only for a moment for his brain to register if what he had heard was real, and then he was sprinting for the ship. Agile paws and limber legs followed familiar paths as he darted intthoe wrecked ship via the hole in the hull like he had never left his home, paws moving swiftly and silently along the metal. The familiar scent of butterscotch and rum filled his nostrils, arousing a part of his brain that had been dormant for seasons. She was alive! She was alive and he had to find her.
A nd find her he did—with a strange brute advancing on her like she was some helpless prey. He froze, analyzing the situation from down the corridor. While he knew Lurid as a capable fighter able to hold her own, he did not know how the sickness would have affected her. And even if she could take this lecher with no problem, what sort of man didn't act when a stranger made moves on his woman? Silver eyes narrowed to lethal points, the crimson brute stalked closer, keeping his claws lifted so they didn't click on the metal floor. He got up right behind the male, moving like a wraith gliding across the walls. As he snuck up behind his foe, he stealthily drew his knife from the bracer on his leg. "Don't you worry, gorgeous, I'm gonna take good care of you..." He barely contained a growl as he slid up along the other male's side. "Now be a good girl, and don't ru-"
T he stranger's words were cut off with a gasp of pain and shock as Requiem drove his blade into the brute's chest from just behind his shoulder, plunging the knife between two ribs to puncture his lung. In a flurry of movement, Requiem left his knife lodged in the brute's chest as he grabbed his shoulder in his jaws, holding him steady while he brought a strong paw down to slam into the back of the wolf's leg joint. There was a snap of bone as Req broke the brute's leg, followed by a howl of pain as he went tumbling to the floor. The stranger glanced up in a panic at his attacker, a look of shock and fear in his eyes as he gazed up at Requiem. "That's no way to speak to royalty," he chastised the crippled wolf, his husky voice low and edged with a dangerous irritation. The brute tried to stand again, but his broken leg gave out immediately, sending him crashing to the floor with a yelp of pain. His breathing was short and ragged, his whole body running on only one lung's worth of air.
L eering down with little mirth on his features, Requiem climbed over the wolf and leaned down to pull his knife out of the stranger's chest. Blood began to gush from the wound, pouring out onto the floor with each beat of his dying foe's heart. The wolf tried to crawl away, but it was far too late. Requiem placed a dire-sized paw down on his head and pressed down hard, hard enough it made the stranger wince and whine. Leaning down until his muzzle was beside the wolf's ear, the crimson devil whispered in a cold, mocking tone, "Don't you worry, I'm gonna take good care of you..." The stranger's struggling resumed, but Requiem was having none of it. Turning the blade in his jaws, Req shoved the knife down into the stranger's throat, piercing through his windpipe, jugular, and carotid in one fell swoop. The stranger gagged and choked as blood flooded his throat, and when Requiem pulled his knife back out, that same viscous fluid poured from the dying wolf's neck.
T he stranger lasted only a few seconds more after that, clawing in vain at his throat to try and stop the bleeding, choking and drowning in his own blood as he looked between Requiem and Lurid. Requiem simply wiped the bloody knife off on the wolf's own coat before stowing it away, then stood over and watched as the stranger expired. His eyes glazed over, turning into empty glassy pools as the life ebbed from his body and darkness claimed him. When he had stilled and his paw fell limp from his throat, Requiem gave a little shudder of euphoria, then finally turned his eyes up to meet Lurid's. There she was... After all this time, seeing her again still made his heart miss beats as he drank in the sight of her. A mixture of emotions stirred within him, but none stronger than the relief he felt at seeing her alive. So long he had thought she might be dead, gone from him forever. He could have said anything to her in that moment, but nothing felt more fitting than the words that came out on his smooth, purring vocals. "Grata domo, mea reina."
"Requiem" | "Latin"
I t took him a little bit, but eventually he found the white bitch, waiting and looking rather vulnerable all alone. "Well well, what have we here?" he taunted and teased Lurid, not even bothering his salacious gaze as it freely roamed down the once-alphess' form. "A pretty piece of tail coming right to me? Must be my lucky day." The brute chuckled, a rumbling peel of amusement beneath his husky breath as he stalked closer to Lurid. She was such a pretty thing, albeit looking a bit frail, and the coughing he heard earlier tipped him off that she likely wouldn't be able to fight him off. Oh, he would have such fun with her... Giant paws stomping on the steel floor, he prowled towards her, a grin of malice painted on his face. "Don't you worry, gorgeous, I'm gonna take good care of you... Now be a good girl, and don't ru-"
* * *
T he stranger wasn't the only wolf who had heard Lurid's call. He had been near the ship, roaming the nearby areas as he had been since her disappearance, holding out a dying hope that she would one day return. When his auds picked up her call, it was as if the world had stopped turning. Head shooting up so argent silver eyes could snap towards the ship, he hesitated only for a moment for his brain to register if what he had heard was real, and then he was sprinting for the ship. Agile paws and limber legs followed familiar paths as he darted intthoe wrecked ship via the hole in the hull like he had never left his home, paws moving swiftly and silently along the metal. The familiar scent of butterscotch and rum filled his nostrils, arousing a part of his brain that had been dormant for seasons. She was alive! She was alive and he had to find her.
A nd find her he did—with a strange brute advancing on her like she was some helpless prey. He froze, analyzing the situation from down the corridor. While he knew Lurid as a capable fighter able to hold her own, he did not know how the sickness would have affected her. And even if she could take this lecher with no problem, what sort of man didn't act when a stranger made moves on his woman? Silver eyes narrowed to lethal points, the crimson brute stalked closer, keeping his claws lifted so they didn't click on the metal floor. He got up right behind the male, moving like a wraith gliding across the walls. As he snuck up behind his foe, he stealthily drew his knife from the bracer on his leg. "Don't you worry, gorgeous, I'm gonna take good care of you..." He barely contained a growl as he slid up along the other male's side. "Now be a good girl, and don't ru-"
T he stranger's words were cut off with a gasp of pain and shock as Requiem drove his blade into the brute's chest from just behind his shoulder, plunging the knife between two ribs to puncture his lung. In a flurry of movement, Requiem left his knife lodged in the brute's chest as he grabbed his shoulder in his jaws, holding him steady while he brought a strong paw down to slam into the back of the wolf's leg joint. There was a snap of bone as Req broke the brute's leg, followed by a howl of pain as he went tumbling to the floor. The stranger glanced up in a panic at his attacker, a look of shock and fear in his eyes as he gazed up at Requiem. "That's no way to speak to royalty," he chastised the crippled wolf, his husky voice low and edged with a dangerous irritation. The brute tried to stand again, but his broken leg gave out immediately, sending him crashing to the floor with a yelp of pain. His breathing was short and ragged, his whole body running on only one lung's worth of air.
L eering down with little mirth on his features, Requiem climbed over the wolf and leaned down to pull his knife out of the stranger's chest. Blood began to gush from the wound, pouring out onto the floor with each beat of his dying foe's heart. The wolf tried to crawl away, but it was far too late. Requiem placed a dire-sized paw down on his head and pressed down hard, hard enough it made the stranger wince and whine. Leaning down until his muzzle was beside the wolf's ear, the crimson devil whispered in a cold, mocking tone, "Don't you worry, I'm gonna take good care of you..." The stranger's struggling resumed, but Requiem was having none of it. Turning the blade in his jaws, Req shoved the knife down into the stranger's throat, piercing through his windpipe, jugular, and carotid in one fell swoop. The stranger gagged and choked as blood flooded his throat, and when Requiem pulled his knife back out, that same viscous fluid poured from the dying wolf's neck.
T he stranger lasted only a few seconds more after that, clawing in vain at his throat to try and stop the bleeding, choking and drowning in his own blood as he looked between Requiem and Lurid. Requiem simply wiped the bloody knife off on the wolf's own coat before stowing it away, then stood over and watched as the stranger expired. His eyes glazed over, turning into empty glassy pools as the life ebbed from his body and darkness claimed him. When he had stilled and his paw fell limp from his throat, Requiem gave a little shudder of euphoria, then finally turned his eyes up to meet Lurid's. There she was... After all this time, seeing her again still made his heart miss beats as he drank in the sight of her. A mixture of emotions stirred within him, but none stronger than the relief he felt at seeing her alive. So long he had thought she might be dead, gone from him forever. He could have said anything to her in that moment, but nothing felt more fitting than the words that came out on his smooth, purring vocals. "Grata domo, mea reina."
"Requiem" | "Latin"
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