It burns and it shrieks; My flesh I will peel back

Makhesthai Lykoi · 02-25-2011, 10:54 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

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26th Febuary 2011
5:59am
Just outside Kaena's cave

WC: 847

He had waited for her to come back, he had sat and waited for hours showing a aptitude for patience he did not normally posses. Despite the fact that he now knew a few members of Inferni, with the prospect of getting to know more she was still the number one in his eyes, the highest of them all. After the crimson and fire orange sun had slowly settled into the horizon behind the halycon mountains he had worried and stressed, pacing upon his spot outside of her den, his emotions in a turmoil. Finally exhaustion upon his scrawny body had taken its toll and pulled him into the depths of sleep but it was not restful nor peaceful nor soothing, for in his dreams the monsters came out to play with the madness within.

In his mind blood splattered upon the walls and floors, dripped from the ceiling, great pools of it everywhere. He screamed and ran, maniacal laughter followed in his paw prints and bloody, evil eyes stared at him from all directions. Her shadow pursued him, claws skittering upon the ground and red flashed against shadows as it morphed and shrank. Then suddenly it was in front of him and lashed out. He felt pain and the warmth of his own blood, he pulled away only to see his own reflection, now he was without an ear, forever maimed and ruined by life and by her. She was cloaked in darkness; coming closer and closer and snatched forwards again, this time taking chunks of his fur and flesh within her gaping jaws, the teeth they held wicked sharp and yellowed with age and now also stained a deep hue with the life that rushed within his veins.

He turned tail and ran again, her maw clicking shut just short of his tail....and she followed, down into the darkness, down into the ravages of his very soul where hatred bloomed deep and dark like a midnight flower that thrived on his torture and fed from his anguish. The voices of his siblings spoke up, three brothers and one sister. He covered his ears as best he could and howled, howled out his misery very much like a wolf would have done. Why had he let them die? He was the oldest he was supposed to protect, to defend and he had failed. He had failed them and their trust, they had died from his failure to protect them against thier fucked up mother.

Now she came for all of them, her pelt as red and bloody colored as he could remember, the same as her eyes that spoke of her hatred and their murder. He stood out in front with his siblings pushed behind him; he would not fail them again, he would stand and he would fight, fight for their innocence, fight for their love and fight for their lives. Closer she loomed, with her glinting mad eyes and her insane smile that promised only pain and more pain upon them. He would fight and fight and fight for all the strength in his body he would fight.

As he leapt forwards, his anger giving him the speed of kings and the strength of armies that marched on their loyalties so the she-devil too echoed his movements but this time she would not win. With a loud snarling they collided and red spilled, covering his vision and a voice spoke to him.....In a year's time she would come for him, in a year's time she would threaten those most dearest to him, in a year's time he would rip her shriveled black heart from her devils chest and he would feast upon it while her body lay unrespected; held up by the spike that would spear her despicable form. And he would howl to the sky like the wolves did, her body would show the enemies of Inferni that they should be wary and step with fear.

But for now his strength was naught, and his speed no match for hers and as El Diablo's hellish jaws closed around his neck and ripped, Makhesthai Lykoi woke from the dream with his heart pounding a dead man's beat, his limbs quivering and shaking and a death scream bellowing up and out from between his small jaws, blasting out from his form to travel far, echoing from the trees, the rocks, the sky.

His body, it was on fire, it burned and burned him like the lightning that struck in storms. His limbs, they twisted and writhed. Snakes crawled around inside of him and his feverish mind clenched and rebelled against the feel of it, the fire's burn increased and he was enveloped, unknowing that this torture he went through would propel him to a form that he didn't even know he held within his body. Another scream welled up inside of him, this one laced with the fear that resided soul deep, as his form twisted and shifted back and forth, caught somewhere between lupus, secui and optime and the young pup wailed his agony for all who could hear it

Talitha de le Poer · 02-25-2011, 11:22 PM

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3+ Lupus form.

Her already restless slumber was shattered by the sounds of agony, and the paranoid woman shot up from her place on the floor of the cave, all four legs shaking anxiously. The wailing was distant, but it had startled her all the same. Someone was hurting, and it was oh so possible that it was one of her beloved family, though the distance reassured her that it couldn't be the precious father she coveted. Quick steps carried her from the small den, away from home and toward the far reaches of Grimwell Cavern, where Kaena and Sepirah lived. Sepirah. Though the de le Poer princess felt no love for her distant and strange jackal cousin, she was blood. It settled into the woman's head that the wailing sounds might have emanated from her red-tipped muzzle in the night.

It wasn't Sepirah, however. As the sickly, russet coyote neared the noise, her crimson gaze fell on the awkward form of...something. Years had passed since her own transformation from the quadruped form natural birthed them in, and the sight of another taking part in a similar rite of passage didn't register. Instead of offering comfort, she grimaced and halted in her steps. What was it, really? The smells rang true of dear Kaena, estranged mother in place of traitor Faolin, but she had never seen the shifting mass before. New blood to the clan? No. Kaena was far too old to mother more children.

"If you calm down, it will stop." Her voice was firm, commanding, but wasn't intended to be loud. Rather, it was her attempt to relax the pup from the stress of transforming. Where often there was unexpressed emotion in her wide ruby gaze, there was nothing. No sympathy, no concern. For the first moment in her lifetime, she was absent of those things she found so distasteful. "But if you keep screaming like you are, I promise you won't like the result." The threat was backed with the same firm absence seen in the command given moments before.

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Makhesthai Lykoi · 03-03-2011, 09:36 AM

OOC:Sorry for the wait kiki, i lost all muse for a reply for this D: and also fail post
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Makhesthai was in the middle of his own personal hell, his brain had convinced his body that he was feeling a lot more pain than he actually was, his limbs twitched in the fake pain and his head swam with it, nausea rising and he gagged on it but managed to keep his stomach contents down. The dream was still replaying through him and she shivered and shook. Then like finding a light through the fog a voice floated down to his good and bad ear and for a moment the pain receded to the actual level that it was instead of the out of proportion amount his brain was telling him,

"If you calm down it will stop... The voice was very echoey and wispy but the commanding and firmness shone through. Someone was here to help him and make sure he wasn't in danger, Maki opened his eyes, the blue of them contrasting heavily against the orange/red of his pelt. The female above him was a reddy colour, a lot more than his orangey fire colour. Her underside was a lighter colour and the top of her muzzle was black in a way that reminded him of Kaena's red one. The thought of his adoptive mother calmed him enough that his body was able to complete the shift brought about by his dream and he sat up in his short optime form. He looked over his body curiously, wincing at the echos of the pain, his screaming had made his voice harsh and quiet as he spoke to the female he had not met,

"What's happened to me? He knew it was something like what Kaena and Halo had but he was annoyingly absent of details and maybe this red female could fill in the gaps. The scars were a lot more visible now, and the covered the majority of his body, as especially thick knot close to his neck where his mother had tried to strangle him, he would have died then has Cain not walked in. A short mane grew from his neck and head and framed his face in small bangs that stopped at his cheeks.

Talitha de le Poer · 03-05-2011, 04:31 AM

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Not a problem.

He was confused, and it wasn't a strange fact to the russet Lykoi. Still, she grimaced at his question, her own body lengthening and transforming from the linear canine shape to the bipedal figure she often carried around Inferni's lands. Crimson eyes, unique from the Lykoi red, gazed upon the strange boy with unabashed wonder. He was young, much younger than any other pup she'd found amongst the Inferni ranks, and yet he was already shifting from one form to another. She herself hadn't started the change until early in her eighth month of life, but she had been prepared. This child was not, clearly unaware of what he was and what it offered.

"Nothing unnatural, I assure you," the woman mumbled, brushing half-tangled auburn locks from her face. Standing on two legs was more natural to the Lykoi than the birthed quadruped body, but it hadn't always been. Still, her youth was not something so easily thought on or remembered, and she couldn't offer sympathy to the newly changed male. She didn't understand the fear of the thing she did so naturally. "You've just enlightened your body to new ability. Do you feel okay?" she questioned, voice growing steadily softer and more gentle. Now was not the time to frighten little boys, especially not little boys who would later grow to serve the kingdom around her.

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Makhesthai Lykoi · 03-10-2011, 03:53 PM

The remains of the pain made his torn ear twitch and spasm. He shifted his body as he watched her change from her four legged form to the one that stood tall, he did not know their names. She uttered no sounds of pain nor did her body show signs of it, and he wondered if it were simply himself that was weak. He shivered and attempted to stand up on his feet, but could not find his balance and fell forwards onto his hands.

Again he tried and this time managed to stand upright. He held his arms out to steady himself and staggered forwards a step, bringing his other leg forwards to balance properly. His face turned to her as she spoke and he lost the balance again falling to his knees and hands. He resisted the urge to whimper, something he hadn't done since Cain has scared him so thoroughly at the borders. He shook the mane from his eyes, and tried to stand for a third time.

This time he stayed still and looked at the woman, copying how she held her legs and finally kept himself upright.

"I feel strange but I don't hurt anymore... will it always hurt like that? If it does then I don't want it." A distressed look came over his face, her gentle voice was helpful but he couldn't help the few tears that came to his eyes although he did not let them fall.

Talitha de le Poer · 03-12-2011, 12:24 PM

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She watched his attempts to stand and maintain himself on two legs with only the faintest curiosity. Had she had to do the same? Was her first transformation from the natural form to the humanized form so painful? No, she was certain it hadn't been. Only vague memories remained within her skull about the night of her first shift into the bipedal stature she so often wore, but she knew it hadn't been painful. It had been natural, as natural as walking on four paws. For this puppy, it was different. Her crimson eyes widened, then narrowed, and she wondered why.

"It should never hurt," she offered, lacking a prolix explanation that might have further comforted the boy. Her words spoke of something being wrong, with him, but her tone was gentle. She didn't want to cause distress. It was important that she didn't create more chaos for the pup; the world had already caused enough. She could tell from the horrific marring of his body that something had caused him pain. It wasn't her place to cause him more.

She crouched, letting her hands brush along the ground while her ruby gaze searched his cinnamon face. "You're young. This is uncommon." She shook her head, tossing auburn curls around her own russet features. She didn't know the ways of the world, especially not about children, but she knew facts. The first change was reserved for children farther into the later months of their first year. He was far from that point. "Tell me your name." It was a command, rather than a request, but she felt it would better the moment.

Makhesthai Lykoi · 03-21-2011, 07:46 AM

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Her eyes widened and narrowed and for a second he thought she would hit him for being so forthright about what he felt, the little pup cringed faintly and looked downwards but tried to hold himself still, this new form had lanky thin bones that would be easily broken and hurt. When no pain came for him from her jaws or paws he looked up at her, taking care to avoid staring directly into her crimson eyes that reminded him of the bloodied eyed browny colored woman he had met, maybe she knew the scary woman that he liked? He made a note to ask her about it later.

'It should never hurt.' Her words both comforted him and put him on edge, he was glad that it was never at all supposed to hurt him but was concerned that it had hurt for him, wondering if maybe something was wrong with him, his Moma's words ringing in his ears. Her tone said that it was with him that the fault lay but it was not in a mean way, she said it softly as though not to hurt him or make him more sad. Her sudden crouching surprised him and he tried to shift back away from her slightly but it put him off of balance and he fell onto his rump.

You're young. This is uncommon. His ear swiveled to face her, it was his age? Maybe this was only for older people and he was being bad by doing it and that was why it had hurt him so. The dream that woke up up was not remembered having left his memory from the moment he had woken up screaming. His name? she wanted his name,

"I am Makhesthai Lykoi. Am I being bad by doing this Ma'am? Should I not do it again?" He wanted to know for certein so he didn't get himself into trouble.

Talitha de le Poer · 03-23-2011, 10:59 PM

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The cringe passing over his features left her alarmed. It was as if the boy expected her to hit him; physical violence toward a child had not been something she experienced at any time, for her parents had punished her in far different ways. The thought that someone had been so cruel to the young boy before her caused a vague bubble of anger to swell in the pit of her stomach. Abuse was not unknown to her; she had seen the victims of such situations on her travels away from Inferni. It didn't register that one would find its way into the skull-lined borders.

Or into her family.

He addressed himself as Makhesthai Lykoi, a surname that she knew to be her own. Had one of her numerous cousins given birth without her knowledge? It was possible, as she was so frequently locked in a world all to herself, but she was sure she might have learned of the products not long after; they were all family in the end. No, she was certain this Lykoi was not truly born to Lykoi blood, not smelling like Kaena as he did.

"My name is Talitha, and no. I do not believe this is wrong." She gave a shake of her curl-topped head, studying his much smaller Luperci body. She had never seen a child change, at least not since her own youth, and it had been so long since she and Ezekiel entered the ranks of adult life and transformation that she could not distinctly remember the process. Of course, they had been older. She did know that much. Wonderment passed over her features as she tried to comprehend why his body eschewed the natural order of things.

A gentle hand reached out to rest on the boy's shoulder. "I believe all of us, at least here within Inferni, are capable of the same changes. We are older, but we are not unused to such things." Her attempts to offer comfort that he would not be shunned or treated poorly for such an unusual phenomena proved difficult for her mind to muster; kindness was not easily taken from the de le Poer princess.

Makhesthai Lykoi · 03-27-2011, 05:35 AM

herp :3

She looked at him curiously and he let her look him over with a good nature, the pup tilted his head to the side and gazed up at her from where he sat on the floor, his eyes taking in her features and colors and shape so that he would know her in the future. He took in a deep breath and held it, capturing the femme's scent and locking it away in his long term memory to be used at another time in his life. She gave him her name Talitha, from the red star on her leg he guessed she was Lykoi as well, he remembered the manners that had been beaten in to him by his heartless mother.

He bowed his head to the woman who was a higher rank to him and had taken time out of her no doubt busy and important life and day to see if he was okay and to help him. She shook her head at him and explained that she thought he was okay to do whatever it was that he had done. Again he flinched faintly as she reached out towards him, his torn ear moving backwards but she only rested her hand upon his shoulder. Maybe she was tired? This touch was new to him as no one had ever done it before but at least he hadn't fallen over backwards to escape it.

All of us here in inferni. He was happy that she had referred to them as us, he was part of the clan. Makhesthai could see, in her face that this was as hard for her as it was for himself. He was unused to receiving any shred of kindness or help and she unused to giving it, it made him wonder what in her life had hurt her to make her so unused to caring. He smiled shyly at the woman,

"Thank you miss, for helping me" He tilted his head to the side again "You are Kaena childrens like Maki?" The question was ill formed and had very bad grammar, something that the orange child had been trying to avoid but he had no knowledge of how to word the question otherwise, he did not know that the singular for children was child nor the words needed to put the question into proper format.

Talitha de le Poer · 04-09-2011, 03:36 AM

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Short! Sorry.

His head tilted, and he asked a question that almost made the russet woman gasp in horror. Was she one of Kaena's many children? "Of course not, I don't have a mother." It wasn't entirely true. Like any other creature, she'd been born to a female and sired by a male, brought into this world in a loving home not often found in the animal kingdom. It was, of course, action that fueled her opinions on beings. Gabriel, her handsome monster of a father, took away all love she had for parental figures. Faolin was a whore. A traitor. And so, Talitha claimed no mother. Her head shook, auburn tresses scattered about easily.

"You are not her child either. Grandmother Kaena has grown past the age of childbirth. You are young." She pointed out the flaws in the child's claim without remorse. He called himself a Lykoi, but she knew it was otherwise. If he was claiming Kaena as 'mother', he was wrong. It hadn't been born into her that blood was not to be shared so easily, but somehow she believed it. Claims of a name that one held no birth right to was abhorrent. She could have never considered it. Yet this boy destroyed that belief with a few simple phrases; blood heated in hidden veins.

Makhesthai Lykoi · 04-19-2011, 09:29 AM

np short as well <3 sorry
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Her response to his question had him tilting his head even further to the side in confusion, the sparkle of it showing in his sapphire gaze. She had no mother? Then how had she been brought to life from the Not-Breath that held all creatures before they were born? The woman before her shook her head as though to confirm her statement with actions as well as words and Makhesthai shuffled his hands in the dirt, Talitha then went on to voice the same opinions on his opinion that Kaena was his Moma as Ma'am Halo had done when he had met the hostile woman outside his foster mother's cave.

"Oh, you are grandchildrens not childrens," He nodded to himself as though something suddenly made sense

Again he tried to explain the situation to someone who most likely did not want to listen or did not care,

"Kaena says she adopts Maki because Maki's Moma hurt him and made him be in pain. She says Makhesthai belongs to her and that he has Lykoi name so other peoples know I am hers." The male shrugged, it made sense to him and he didn't know why other people had so much trouble understanding.

"Miss Halo says Maki is not Lykoi too." The coybrid child's remaining ear drooped a little as he said this and his voice was quiet, the rejection washed over him in waves that made him blink his eyes rapidly to keep the tears in. His Moma had been right because it seemed the only person who was happy with him being here was the aged hybrid who had found him, he was Unwanted and would always be, even his own blood and bone kin didn't want him around. The boy stroked nervously at the thick knot of scarring that resided at the base of his throat where his mother had once tried to strangle him to death.

Talitha de le Poer · 04-20-2011, 11:26 AM

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Talitha remained distant as she took in the verbal information given over by this 'Maki'. Kaena had adopted him, his mother had been cruel. He was a Lykoi, but it was only in name. And for once, Talitha agreed with her younger cousin. This boy was not a Lykoi, just as she would never truly be a Lykoi, regardless of her blood ties to Kaena. Crimson eyes closed, head turning away. "Bearing the name Lykoi makes life difficult, child. Halo is right; you are not a Lykoi, but if you choose to identify yourself as Kaena's son, the world will close to you." It had closed to her, and her mind had followed suit. Once marked as a Lykoi, there was no way to wind out of it. "They will accept you as time progresses. Grandmother Kaena is very wise, and if you can take the strain of our blood, there is no reason to deny it to you." She, herself, found it hard to be a Lykoi.

With all the grace allowed to her movements, she rose from the ground and tucked auburn curls back out of her face. The night had lessened around them, winter bugs managing weak noises in the shadows. She wasn't tired anymore. "Would you like to come see the Saltbrooke Inlet with me, little Lykoi?" The beach reminded her of home, though she had been so little at the time of the fire; even when they had found their new home, she had spent time on the sands of Hades' Beach, hunting invisible animals and spending time with her mother or father. Her youth was remembered as she gazed off of the shore. Without waiting for much response from the child, her feet carried her in the direction of her destination.

Makhesthai Lykoi · 04-21-2011, 07:39 AM

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Makhesthai watched with interest as the Lykoi female closed her sunset colored eyes and looked away from him, one of the tears that had welled in his eyes overflowed and ran down his cheek, the child quickly wiped it away before the woman could see he was crying like the baby he claimed he was not. Her words struck something deep inside him and he realised that before him laid a choice for only him to make, he could remain a Lykoi and be forever scarred by people who didn't even know him and most likely never would or he could cast it and the only family and home he had ever known away from himself at the sake of pleasing a few strangers. The male snorted softly as dust invaded his nose and what he called his 'adult persona' came to the fore

"With all due respect ma'am, the world was closed to me at the moment of my birth, I will be forever labelled because of the scars I bear, if the world cannot handle that Kaena has taken me in for her own then they can go and do as they please, their opinions mean naught to me." Her second speakings were not responded to vocally but his tail wagged a little and his ear perked. He watched as the woman moved herself from the ground into standing and Makhesthai followed her, his legs still uncertain underneath him. The female would never know how happy being called 'little Lykoi' had made him for she looked away as his tail went wild whipping back and forth for a second before he stilled it into a soft wave.

"Yes I would like that. I've never been to the sea. Is it really big?" The child fell into step besides her, so focused on the answer to his question that he didn't notice his legs were working again.

Talitha de le Poer · 04-21-2011, 10:16 AM

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She didn't respond to his final words before allowing herself to be taken into the cool air, staring out at the Saltbrooke Inlet in silence. In truth, she merely mulled over everything she had heard and everything she had believed. This young boy claimed lineage that was not rightfully his, as she often claimed names that did not belong to her, and yet she did not feel malice toward him. Instead, she felt pity. Not because of his cruel mother, but because her family seemed like a luxury — her family was far from that. Faolin's red eyes watched the waters, full of melancholy and hatred and sorrow, and Talitha's mind twisted around ideas that she could pass on to the child before it was too late. As they came close to the beach, the silence had turned stale.

"The world does not close off because of scars; the world does not close off because of cruel parents. We all make choices in this life, and though only God can judge us, mortals feel they have that right. The world will only close if you make the wrong choices. There will be people who hate you simply for what you are and who you are, and this family is not a saving grace." It was blunt, but it was true. If all who wore the Lykoi name were suddenly exempt from justice or morality, Andrezej would have killed her instead of being killed himself. "If you shame us, I promise you will die. I have seen that much in the world, in this family. It does not save you from us." Us. The only time she felt truly close to the Lykoi name was when she spoke of it herself.

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