m; lend me your protection

Samael Lykoi · 03-26-2011, 03:00 AM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 6th post. Reader discretion is advised.

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He emerged from the den—both of his pets somewhere close, he assumed. The sun was setting, casting everything in dark, bloodied hues. Golden light shone on his pelt, washing him in brilliant colors before evening would bleed him of all color, leaving behind only a monochrome world. He stretched slowly, luxuriously, before his bones began to creak and pop, taking on another shape.

His legs elongated and his paws became dexterous and nimble. Long, mangy hair sprouted from his head, running down his back nearly to his hips. Adornments seemed more suited now, and he rose to his hind legs, briefly gazing at the sunset.

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Spiritus Sancti · 03-26-2011, 03:28 AM

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The other had moved and so he had moved, crawling out after his master and owner. When the other stopped he stopped, laying himself down within the entrance to the den. It was probably amazing that he was still awake. After all he hadn't taken his eyes off of the other practically since he had met him. He had lain awake the entire time just to stare at him and watch him. And when he thought he could get away with it he would creep close just to make sure the other was still breathing. The boy had grown paranoid at every sound whenever the other male wasn't awake. He would stir at every shift or breeze, always watching and aware of those that would think to come to steal his angel away from him. He had been warned it would happen and had remained on edge, keeping himself as close to the other as he dared.

His silent observation and stalking was broken in upon as he started whining. It was a sound he often made. Something was happening to the other and he had no idea what was going on. All he knew was that his ear picked up on strange noises and the other was, for lack of a better word, deformed. What had happened to his angel? Was this what he had been warned of? Where had his angel gone? This thing standing just where he had been must have consumed him.

He ducked his head back into the den before the monster could find him and consume him as well. He ducked his head to allow the rosary to slip off his neck and fall onto the ground. He placed a paw onto the beads to mimic the movement that he had been shown before as he whined out the prayer that he had been taught. "Remissionem peccatorum, carnis resurrectionem, vitam aeternam." He spoke the prayer with fervent hope that his angel would return to him and save him again. That he would battle this beast and never leave him again.

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Samael Lykoi · 03-26-2011, 05:09 AM

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He had seen Samael’s lean, ragged optime form when they’d first met, but he’d never directly seen the change before. Fear was invoked, and the coyote’s curiosity was piqued, quickly realized that he was, perhaps, simply an ordinary, primitive beast—what they’d all evolved from, but had advanced beyond. That, or he wasn’t aware of his own potential just yet, for whatever reason.

He crept back to the entrance of the den, hearing the fragment of prayer spoken aloud, echoing out from the depths of the recess. “There’s nothing to be frightened of. Have you never seen a change before?” he asked, peering on with blood-red eyes.

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Spiritus Sancti · 03-27-2011, 01:39 PM

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He shrank away as that beast came back to the entrance of the den. Where had his angel gone? This thought had him glancing out past the demon that rested within the entrance to look for his angel that just had to be out there past him. His angel moved on all fours just as he did. But this abomination did not. It stood on two legs. To his mind that is what made the difference for him. And witnessing the other being devoured by this creature only topped it off.

He whined and tried to slip the rosary back around his neck but found it difficult. He could lift the limp string of beads in his mouth but not get them back over his head. He wanted their perceived protection back but simply couldn't manage it with the form that he was in. He could not figure out how his angel had completed this miracle and bestowed this circle of protection upon him. And the more he attempted it then the more frustrated he got, and the more frustrated he got then the more he started to whine.

The demon spoke to him, forcing his attention back to him. He shook his head. He would pretend that he saw nothing if it prevented this demonic force from consuming him as well. He tucked his tail tightly between his legs and crouched down to crawl backwards and huddle at the back of the den. He moved, paw dragging the rosary with him, until his rump hit a solid wall and prevented him from backing up anymore. The entire while he kept his eyes pinned on the figure in the entrance, watching its every move.

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Samael Lykoi · 03-30-2011, 03:16 AM

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Fear was weakness and fear was hindrance. Samael feared nothing—only the madness that seeped through his brain, down his spinal column and into his limbs invoked a restless, uncontrollable tension that hummed constantly in his veins. He couldn’t sleep. He could never sleep. Blackness and oblivion—for he never dreamed—were unsettling, and he couldn’t stand it for long. Always, he awoke after only a few minutes or so of rest, since he’d been young. Fear was a tool. He adored fear, inhaling the heady, repugnant fumes as they rolled off one’s skin in miasmic waves.

He was intrigued, and yet annoyed as the creature ignored his words, continuing to cower in the depths of the den, clutching at the rosary. He was god, and his subjects had to listen when he spoke. “You fear the angel?” he asked, lips pulling back into a sinister expression. “I show you my power, and you cower in the darkness like a wretched animal,” he continued, mockingly. “Prove yourself worthy and perhaps I’d bless you, but not unless you stand up on your own and quit whimpering like a beaten child.”

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Spiritus Sancti · 03-30-2011, 03:55 AM

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He had parted his lips to call the other a demon but the word stuck in his throat as the other had mentioned showing off his power. His angel had the power to change shapes? To stand up on two legs rather than four? Had his angel known he was there all along? His angel had thought him privileged enough to allow him to witness the transformation into this glorious state and yet look at how he had perceived it and how he had responded. He had pretty much disproved just how the other thought of him. How maybe he wasn't worthy of his angel at all. Oh no, he didn't want that. He didn't want his angel to decide to leave him.

He crawled out from the corner that he had placed himself but still stayed crouched low. Not so much out of fear any longer but more out of submission now. He crawled over to his angel, ceasing his whimpering and whining since it had been demanded of him. The younger male laid himself down on his belly so that he could try and lick at his angel's feet. He made to lovingly wash between each digit with his tongue. He focused all of his focus and attention on attempting to tongue bathe his angel. He wasn't even looking up for approval as he stared only at the other's feet to make sure that he did a good job with his cleaning.

He didn't stop there though. No, he made to try and clean other parts of his angel. A specific part that others might find an undesirable part to clean. Even so Spiritus had lifted his head to place it between his his angel's legs so that he could nose beneath the other's tail in order to lick at his rear. Of course the positioning was awkward and put a strain on his neck as he tired to tilt his head in just the right way. This led to Spiritus just flopping down onto his back and fully exposing his belly. It was much easier to simply raise his head this way so that he could continue to try and clean his angel at a certain spot beneath Samael's tail. His own tail even gave a happy thump against the ground as he worshiped his angel with his tongue.

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Samael Lykoi · 03-30-2011, 04:23 AM

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The creature lowered himself to the ground, washing his feet as even Christ had once done for his disciples. But Samael was no true savior. He would never lower himself to such an act, submitting himself in such a manner. He was a prince sent straight from hell. But the coyote didn’t stop at his feet. He rose higher, and Samael allowed him. He said nothing. He did nothing to stop him. Such touches invoked arousal, and the prince wouldn’t allow the creature to escape without expressing this in do time, but for now he allowed reverence to be shown in the coyote’s own manner. Eventually though, he directed the other’s head upward, reaching down to raise the creature up.

“My blood is holy,” he said as he did this. “With my blood, you can become something else—something not of this world.” Crouching before the coyote, he suddenly lunged, snapping with a swift, snake-like movement at the animal’s shoulder deep enough to draw blood. A wound opened, seeping red. Samael lifted his wrist to his lips, viciously biting his own flesh to allow his precious life to drip forth. He pressed this against the gash, mixing their blood, bleeding onto him, into him.

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Spiritus Sancti · 03-30-2011, 05:02 AM

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He happily cleaned his savior. He would lick him all over were it possible. He would worship every single part of the other with his tongue should it be allowed. He wanted to prove himself to the other. To prove that he was really worth his angel's time and attention. He wanted to make up for having doubted him. For having been afraid of him and his power. He didn't want his angel to rebuke him. For his angel to decide that he should have never taken him in. He didn't want to be abandoned because of what he had done.

He looked up as his head was raised, having to cease his fervent licking. He listened to the words that were spoken to him. Then before he knew what had happened he had been attacked. He gave a yelp of pain as his flesh was ripped open but he made no move to get away. He deserved it for having ever doubted his angel and he knew it. He ended up lowering his his to stare at the ground, much as one would do if they were being scolded. And that is just how he felt. That he had been scolded with action rather than words.

But then he felt a weight pressed against his shoulder. He glanced over to find that his angel had injured himself as well. He whimpered with worry and concern for the other's safety. He tried to turn his head to allow him to lick at the wrist that Samael had pressed against his shoulder. He stuck out his tongue as far as he could get it in an attempt to lick at the other's wrist. He was trying to clean him up still. To try and make him better since he was injured. He gave another whimper and looked up at Sam's face, it being obvious that he was worried about what would happen to the other.

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Samael Lykoi · 04-05-2011, 05:15 AM

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In time, he would heal. The wound was far from fatal. It would bleed and bleed for a time, as all injuries were wont to, but it would heal and he’d be none the worse. He was accustomed to pain and bleeding—he reveled in such feeling. The wound wasn’t even given a thought, other than a means to infect the creature with his power. Of course, blood to blood wasn’t the only method. He moved his hand away, slowly changing back into the primal form of the natural coyote. Smaller and smaller he became, limbs taking on new shapes and his long, ragged mane of hair retreating into nothing.

He moved around the other creature without a word, suddenly grasping him around the waist with his forelegs as he made to mount him—one forepaw still caked in sticky, crimson blood. Blunt claws grasped at skeletal ribs, unsympathetic as he began to force his way in—knowing there would be sharp pain with the swiftness of his action. Even so, adrenaline and eagerness flooded his veins, grasping at the coyote’s mane with his teeth, forcing them into the skin. A snarl rose in his throat, muffled and mutilated.

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Spiritus Sancti · 04-05-2011, 05:53 AM

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The boy had no idea why the other had done what it was that he had done. Why would his angel ever seek to bring harm upon himself? He, himself, had deserved it for ever doubting but no harm should ever come to his angel. To his savior. He had no one else to turn to or rely on but this beast before him. He didn't want to lose the one that his entire life now depended on. He would be lost without Samael around. Of course that meant that he would do absolutely anything for the other just to continue to be in his presence, just to continue to have his personal angel with him.

When Sam removed his hand he once again tried to lick at the wound on the other's wrist. He just wanted to clean the other up and make him all better. But he wasn't allowed this as the other presented him with the change done in reverse this time. As the the other came to be on nearly the same level as his own and not towering over him any longer. He said nothing as he just watched in amazement as he was deemed privileged enough to witness this feat.

But then the other was moving. The young male turned his head to watch the other and see where he was going. Was it time to lay down and sleep? But no, the other had stopped behind him. He tilted his head curiously as limbs wrapped around his waist. Was his angel about to show him another display of power? Those thoughts were easily squashed when there was a sharp pain in his backside that caused him to yelp. He turned his face forwards so that he could try to reach down for the rosary again. That movement ended up being stopped as teeth dug into the back of his neck. There was nothing he could do but stand their and allow his angel to do with him as he wished.

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