| http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... _table.jpg);"> 500+ haihai Why, why? There was no specific reason why. Haku’s senses demanded blood and he had merely turned on the closest warm blooded being in order to satisfy the raging madness that had been lit as the fire had danced on top of the gasoline with brilliant colours like a sunset turning into a brilliant sunrise, excluding the darkness of the night for the sake of brilliant dancing colours. Sicarus could not understand what his crazed alpha could see, but perhaps he would soon enough. Haku had created many a fiend and Sicarus would just be one more darkened shadow in his hellish realm ruled by darkness. Those pretty amber orbs would flash with orange and red, and he would recognize his master’s hunger and ache. He would suffer greatly. Sicarus could not possibly realize how lucky he was to be impaled by Haku’s teeth and claws. An eternity awaited him.
The mournful cry of an Inferni member had barely been registered when the blue eyed man had dragged his Dahlian member to the metal jaws. The man was spending a few moments regretting that his weak, mortal wolf already had managed to lose consciousness. The man’s life blood was pumping out on the dirty Inferni ground and the only thought lingering in the madman’s thoughts was that it was such a waste. A lovely distraction was presented to him then, and the man dressed in chocolate and cream turned to see his uncrowned woman standing in the ashes at the end of the world. A woman dressed in flames and smoke and death. His woman, if only she could realize this. Her limbs were blurred and he realized that she was not standing still at all. She was flying. His grimace of a smile returned to his scarred features again as he made out her furious sneer. He could never get over the beauty of rage and hate in his opponent's lonely eye.
He should have turned right there and then and left the doomed clan behind, but there was no way he could turn away from a raging woman clothed by scars and smoke. The werewolf crunched slightly and started to move towards the foolish female as she raced to meet him with an embrace consisting of secui fangs and claws. It was too late for him to transform back to his own well-used four legged form, but it mattered little. His hulking optime form was not what it once had been – he knew he would soon be crippled and four legged in this form as well as his halfling one. A few words could have come in handy to welcome her back, but blood soaked claws twisted ruefully and her form revealed to him that he had failed impregnating her back the day where she had been chosen to carry his seed. Sicarus was left behind in his puddle of blood and dirt.
His time was limited, but he would make the best out of it. He inhaled smoke and heat and laughed as he did. She would be right to turn and flee in the opposite direction, but she chose not to. Haku appreciated her foolish challenge. |
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