[M] Glory Personified

Zadkiel D'Angelo · 09-10-2012, 04:33 AM

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The male had been back and forth throughout the are of 'Souls over and over again. He couldn't count the number of times his paws had ended up bringing him back over and over again. He seemed to wander away only to end up back in the area once again. He had family here though, or so said Misery. If one wanted to be honest he had family spread all over. He couldn't even begin to explain why he was back or again, or even what it was that had continued to draw him back to the area. Or well, he used to haunt the old lands which were now made of ash. But he had wandered his way south to where others thrived.

His favorite place to stalk had been the concrete jungle so was it any wonder that he now found himself stalking about Halifax now that he was frequenting the south more and more? For him the city proved to be the easiest place to hunt. It was the one with the most abundant prey, even if one would think that were not so. But then again what he was hunting wasn't what others typically hunted. He had a taste for the flesh of his own kind. it really was pointless to waste the meat after he had set them free of their binds to the earthly body that they possessed. Besides, it was the most thrilling hunt that he had ever found.

Zadkiel had purposely soiled himself, covering his beautiful body in dirt, once he had caught scent of a mutt in the area. He took the time to hide his knives out of plain view, leaving them in a place where he could easily retrieve them. The male ran his fingers through his coat and roughed up his appearance even more. Once he was fairly pleased with his bedraggled look did he finally stumble his way into the direction that he had smelled the female mutt. To his delight he found her with child already. The tender meat that was ready to burst forth from her body at any moment was an unexpected treat for him. But he couldn't dwell on that for the moment.

"My son...!" He panted out the words and made to flag down the female, waving his arms above his head in distress. "Help please! He's not breathing!" Zadkiel made certain to pant as if he had just run a marathon simply to look for help for the child. He figured that the life of a young one at stake would be enough to have the female following him to her demise. And well, he wasn't exactly wrong about that. The mutt followed after him as the D'Angelo male made his way back to where he had hidden his knives.

"He is just over here. I had to hide him." The lie fell easily from his lips, using it to explain why he was bending down. He reached his hands into the small hole he had found in the crumbled base of a building and grabbed the handles of his knives. The male was quick to turn about and slashed the tendons at the backs of the female's heels in order to prevent her from fleeing. He was even sweet enough to drop his knives and catch her as she started to topple. The wolf eased the dog down to the ground so that the life inside of her would not be harmed, at least not just yet. He still wanted to play around with the female a bit before he got to the delicacies that she contained within her body. He wasn't concerned with the pained yelp she gave when she had been injured because he figured no one else would be in close enough proximity to hear or care.

Once he had her on the ground Zadkiel picked up his knives once again and cute away the thin fabric that covered her body. He didn't stop there but also made to cut out clumps of her fur as well, roughly shaving her. He was curious as to the color of the flesh beneath all of that fur. Plus he hoped that without the fur in the way he might detect any movement in her abdomen area with more ease.

Machidael Lykoi · 09-11-2012, 05:54 PM

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-- Oh man, no, this is perfect. But I've marked it mature as a precaution since... well, everything involving Machi tends to end up mature. XD

Machidael is by me!

Stalking through the city had proved useful to Machidael. He had come across a number of things he found rather useful, stuffing them into his pack. He had learned his lesson and no longer traveled without his weaponry, and so the spear was slung across his back, his daggers easily accessible. Thus far, however, Machi hadn't an encounter to rival what he'd experienced with the pale coyote. The rust-hued jackal was beginning to suspect it had been a fluke -- coincidence or extreme luck, perhaps. Surely there were few who could challenge Prince Machidael.

Yet he knew, also, in his deeper mind, the falsehood of such a statement. Surely Halaki and Twensu could have ripped him to pieces if they'd wanted -- either of them alone could have accomplished the job. Machi was useless without his weaponry -- it was what stood between him and being conquered. For one so concerned with his status and freedom, however, Machidael was not one to spend much of his time practicing. His practice had been the blood-soaked sand in his homeland, and the raiders had been his teachers. What could he learn here, with the weak and well-fed as his prey?

Quite a lot, it turned out. He had been stalking after the mutt-dog, fascinated by her condition of pregnancy. Slinking through the shadows of these abandoned buildings, carrying his bulky and awkward spear so it would not jostle or scrape against anything, Machidael was a ghostly figure. It was not his custom to be quite so sneaking, but he had no horse. He could not valiantly charge forward at his prey -- stalking was a necessary component of his work here. He had, unfortunately, bumped against something and caused a rustle of noise -- but it was just his luck that Zadkiel had chosen this moment to emerge, startling Machidael himself. The mutt dog, turning her attention away from Machidael's direction and toward this earthen-streaked newcomer, was quick to move away.

Machidael followed, dropping back some distance to give the pair added room. He was out of earshot when the yelp came to his ears. Scuttling forward at a faster clip, the hybrid soon found himself looking on the tawny yellow wolf -- and the considerably less furry woman. Cerise fluid pooled at her feet, and Machi cocked his head at this strange choice of cut. The woman was petrified, quivering and shaking beneath the tawny wolf's knives. Wordlessly, Machi crept around to their far side, standing so he might be viewed by the stranger with the knives.

Zadkiel D'Angelo · 09-27-2012, 01:41 PM

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Not a problem, meant to do that but totally forgot.

It could be said that Zadkiel practiced every day just about. But his practice included targets and meals to fill his belly. His practice took place in the most practical of ways, when he hunted. So perhaps it wasn't a real fight as he didn't mind attacking while under a guise, as he had so easily proven. The wounds he had inflicted had been meant to act as a hindrance rather than a kill. He only wanted to make it impossible for her to run away and not to end her life right away. He would make her beg to be freed of the prison of life. And he knew that she would beg. They all begged for death int he end and Zadkiel was benevolent enough to give them just what they asked for, what they prayed for.

He did a hack job of shaving down the female, clearing away haphazard patches from her belly. He didn't really care what ti looked like but was only making sure not to slice open the taut skin that was found there. No, he didn't want to dive into the main course right away and so he was being careful with his blade. It was once he could see the pink flesh of her belly that was stretched tight that he had finally looked up towards the female's face and was surprised to find someone else looking on. He grinned as he rubbed the woman's belly but stared up into the other male's face. "Looks like they are going to have to be cut out." Which of the two that he was speaking to wasn't made clear but that hardly mattered to Zadkiel. He would be fine with the woman begging him or tempting the other male to act. Honestly, he was curious about what the male was going to do. Was the jackal about to try to stop him or just continue on his way as if he had never seen anything happening at all.

Zadkiel refused to take his eyes off of Machidael as he placed his knives down and leaned over the woman. He made a show of squeezing her breast and licking up what milk came out, performing for the other. "Hm, you really haven't been eating properly. How do you expect to feed them with what little you are producing. No, they are going to have to be given to someone else." He was most certainly speaking to the mutt this time but his attention remained on his uninvited audience instead. He ignored the woman's pleas to just be left alone and not harmed, not paying any attention to what she was saying. No, he was going over what he could possibly do to force the stranger into action. If this was his woman and his off spring then certainly he would wish to save them, right?

Machidael Lykoi · 10-03-2012, 01:51 AM

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-- LOL SHH, you're not supposed to tell me that! XD

Machidael is by me!

It was the whining and the stink of fear that had drawn him, and now it was what held him in place. He watched with apparent interest, though his chestnut-colored face did not seem particularly emotive. There was only a predatory glint of curiosity in his cherry-hued eyes. Machidael did not understand this process of shaving; he had seen such things before only in the cases of illness. The woman did not smell ill, but perhaps the tawny wolf was a doctor and he knew best. Perhaps it was the best way to rid oneself of mites or fleas, after all. His only response to the tawny-gold wolf's words was a slight tilt of his head and a vague nod, more agreement than approval. The woman was not his prey, but the coal-accented male's to do as he wished with.

The jackal made a strange huffing sound in his throat at the wolf's tasting of the woman and his proclamation about her diet. It was almost a laugh, and now his golden tooth glinted against his dark lips and red-brown fur. His eyes left the obscenely pink stomach and traced up and down the woman's body, wriggling and writhing as it was. Her bloodied legs and feet were not moving quite so well as her arms, but Machidael did not interfere, either to help restrain the woman or free her. He was the observer, as he'd been with Halaki and Twensu at first. Cut, he suggested suddenly. He wanted to see.

Zadkiel D'Angelo · 10-05-2012, 10:09 AM

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Heh, sorry... but now it really does need to be mature, even if it is for other reasons? Zad is such a slut. Btw, you know I love the fleas remark.

His words hadn't forced the other male into action as Zadkiel had thought that they might. But he had recieved a nod of, what was that, ascent? Was the other actually agreeing to his suggestion? Here he had thought that a father would want to end up saving his line. Even Zadkiel,, with his love of the taste of canine flesh, wouldn't seek to harm his own. And he had some that were scattered about. Perhaps he hadn't exactly been an integral part of their lives but he would never seek ot actually harm them. No, he wanted his line to continue on. He wouldn't do anything to harm his own legacy. Actually he should probably think about adding to that again soon. Life was unpredictable and so he wanted to make certain that he had enough to carry on his line. His particular branch was special. He had been treated as if he had come from a Goddess or something and so he needed to bless his line further by making certain there were more to take over for his mother when age finally reduced her to ash.

Zad ended up grinning at the sudden suggestion and it was then that he realized that he wasn't about to be stopped. Oh ho, he had ended up finding one of those perverts that enjoyed watching. He would have to make certain to put on a memorable show for him. "Where?" The pale gold wolf asked as he dragged the blade over the flesh over the female's chest. He ended up making a small nick where the collar bone met the shoulder. "Here?" Zadkiel bent his head down to tease the small cut with his tongue, keeping his eyes lifted up to try and catch any hint of what was going on with the jackal. The gentle teasing turned into some sort of sensual sadistic display for the other male as Zadkiel made another superficial cut and slowly licked up whatever blood dribbled out to get caught in the fur.

Sudden inspiration struck Zadkiel and he reached a hand down to the woman's ankle so that he could coat a couple of his fingers in blood. He got up, leaving behind the struggling woman that was starting to show signs of fatigue from blood loss, and more slowly over to the jackal. He eased his way close to the other male, holding up his coated fingers rather than the hand that loosely held onto his knife. Zad made to hold his fingers up to the other's lips, clearly expecting him to lick and suck them clean. He shifted to try to stand so close that his fur nearly brushed against Machidael's fur. "Help?" The single word was uttered in a breathless whisper as he attempted to press the knife into the jackal's hand. Obviously Zadkiel was trying to coax a reaction from Machidael, though not one of anger this time. "Save the stomach for last. Food is in there. Have to keep her alive to keep the food alive until it is time to eat. She will tell us when it is time to eat when she begs to die." The plan was laid out simply. Machidael was free to cut and harm the woman all that he wanted to so long as he left the stomach alone and didn't kill the mutt right away. It really should be taken as an honor that Zadkiel was letting Machidael in on this since he didn't part with his weapons so easily.

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