ISCARIOT

*Jupiter I* · 07-17-2013, 10:49 PM

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She had killed.

Her jaws had torn out the throat of another and her stance had allowed his crimson to pour out upon her, cascading upon the ground without restriction. It stained her dark paws darker and tinted her soul with obsidian urges to go back and time and do it over again. To make him die more slowly. More painfully. To rip out each of his Achilles tendons in turn and hear him scream. To slit his wrists and to rip the rest of his scars and tear them asunder. To castrate him and render him shamed and without manhood to flaunt should he crash into the afterlife he so foolishly believed in. Ever since she had fought for Ludicael, she had lusted for blood in the form of a familiar, persistent itch in her paws. And yet it was still there. Influencing her decisions. Setting her on edge. Pulsing. Waiting. Watching, almost, for a moment where she would lose control and attack.

But they would never know this.

She would not tell a soul and only Mercury would ever even come close to hearing a whisper of it. She liberated her concern at her own thoughts with declarations of he deserved it, vowing to never do what she had done to him to another unless they too had done terrible wrongs upon the world as he had. In a way, she was back to the way she was before Ludicael; she was once more hiding who she was under a side that was much brighter than the shadows of pitch where the light could only pierce so far.

The queen greeted the storm and let it cleanse her wounds, pleased that snow did not haunt the more tropical area of Ludicael. Lightning cracked across the ground and she paused only during it to see the blood washing from her fur. Her pace was slow and stiff, the adrenaline having already faded, devoured by her hungry systems as they sought relief from the pain. She experienced discomfort only from the open wounds folded and collided with fur and skin--the bruising, as she knew, would come in the morning. The sun would probably shine bright and gleefully spread its warmth, drying the excessive water from the earth, while she would probably lay in her den, only the warmth of her pups there to heat her.

That was, unless there were others waiting.

The lady set a paw in the borders, nares flaring to inhale her own scent, still remotely fresh despite the rains. A snorting scoff emerged from her larynx. How insignificant borders seemed to her now, after what she had done. A petty line of piss on a mangrove wouldn't have kept Kaios from crossing the borders and killing her children, eating them like he had Secret's, except this time, they would be alive and screaming. She shook such thoughts more rapidly than anything else--they were just that; alive and screaming, but more than likely for their mothers rather than in agony and fear.

Tired eyes fell upon them near her den, taking shelter in the mangroves, conversing with lyrics lost upon her audits, captured by the pounding of the rain. As dark as the shadows themselves and as pitch as the tar in her soul she couldn't bring herself to escape from, they were there.

Lightning flashed as she neared, offering a glimpse of her bright pelt darkened only slightly by its dampness, also revealing the drenched creature upon her back. She was soaked to the bone, fur clinging desperately to her skeleton as if it were about to fall of, tail drooping and movements sluggish with exhaustion. Fatigue turned her into a ghost of what she was before the match, and though she still exuded confidence in the upwards tilt of her chin and in the very fact of being alive and still existing with conscious thought.

"My Sol," came the words, rasping from her lips and barely audible over the thunder that rumbled on the tail end of its last syllable. Celestial eyes searched to meet the other alpha's as she addressed him, and then swung to Medusa. "My love."

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ISCARIOT

Jupiter I