[M] Tares above my kingdom come

[Alaki]

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WC: 572 - He's calmed down alot since the RO, he's just moody now and wants to go beat stuff up xD

Funny thing is, when someone tells you to do one thing, you more often than not find yourself doing the exact opposite. It wasn't that he was intending to disobey, to defy the words of his Angela, nor was out for his revenge, as much as that would please him. Going against orders he had left Anathema just to feel free, to not be confined within his own borders, to be able to be on his own without pity filled eyes staring at him, and if not pity; fear and disgust. As if sensing that his grey master was up to no good, Beyaz had remained along the borders, the white bird silently watched as Alaki padded slowly into the depths of the Dampwoods. Little light filtered through the trees in these woods and he relished in the darkness cast by the pine tree's shadows, as well as the sunset that lined the sky an array of colours. Such darkness left him feeling as if he was finally hidden from the eyes of others and the opinions of those he served. Within these dark woods he felt sheltered and safe, no longer having any thing to lose he allowed his guard to drop and he moved carefree, not bothering to dodge fallen twigs and the such, his steps no longer his usually soundless ones but heavy and cumbersome, somewhat muted by the fallen pine needles.

Duty bound as he was he would stay close to Anathema, because the pack was all he had left and it was all that was keeping him breathing. Curse you Naniko. Why did you have to choose me? The thought came to him as it had many a time before. Yet him being Rakeeb wasn't just the Angela's fault, for he had accepted the position and knew to some degree, that even if being co-leader no loner suited him that he couldn't back down. Regardless of whether his mate had left him for the whore or not, he needed to get his act together and be the leader he was meant to be. Pain pierced his heart still, a loss he wasn't sure he would ever get over, his body ached to slaughter the two whom caused him such pain and to continue the blind slaughter still to any whom opposed him, but his position bound him to his pack.

Unsheathing his katana, he stared at the trees that surrounded him,seeing Teo's and Gemma's faces reflected within their bark surface. Silently and skilfully he swung at the trees, without mercy or hesitation. No matter what he did it would not sate his desire to kill them, it would not take away his ever growing anger and it would not return his sanity. Small outbursts such as this merely too the edge away, allowing him to continue functioning without breaking down once more. Darkness began to fall, surrounding him and hiding him from clear view. Breathing heavily he eased himself out of a fighting stance, straightening out so that he stood tall amongst the battered trees. Sighing he throw the katana into the ground, the blade dipping into the dirt and stood protruding, swaying slightly every now and then.

Backing away from the blade, he rested his back against one of the trees, sliding down it until he was sat upon the ground, eyes staring out into the darkness without seeing or taking anything in, as if blind.