The night was young and Haku was standing in the disappearing daylight. He was in his luperci form, arms crossed and blue eyes twinkling in the dusk. The couple, consisting of a mother coyote and her child, was sleeping so peacefully without a worry in the world, it seemed. He intended to change that. He did not know what foolish reason they had to be positioned so close to the Inferni borders, so exposed. He did not mind at all, in fact, he was grateful. It would make this so much easier. He had already made sure there were no other coyotes nearby, so the scene would be his when he chose to make his first move. The blood boiled in him, and he stroke the insides of his arms, fingers trailing the cuts he had made himself. Some were old scars, some were fresher. The male silently moved closer to the sleeping canines, throwing a glance behind to ensure the equipment he had brought was still there. A bag with some stuff that would spice things up a bit. Hurting and raping the coyote had not been enough for him.[/html]
The adult being stirred and opened her eyes as he was about to sneak up on them, but she did not have the time to do anything but whine in surprise before he sent her a crushing blow right into her face with a fist, leaving her half unconscious. Another blow was given to the child, and it passed out instantly. Now was the time for art, for beauty. Haku grabbed the coyote’s neck and dragged her towards a spot where he had picked out a relatively young tree. The branches were low, but strong. The female resisted weakly and whimpered, but he solved that minor problem by giving her a mind numbing slap across her face, the sound echoing through the sleeping forest on the western border arena of the coyote land. His talons had ripped up a bit of her face, and his fingertips were wet with something deep red. He grabbed the pieces of rope he had brought from the bag and started tying the female’s left front limb to the highest branch he could reach.
She was heavy, and it was harder to tie her up than he had planned. It would have been so much easier if he had caught her in a luperci form, but he was sure he could manage. Just worse for the female, but right now Haku was nothing but a psychopath, and he was not affected by what he was doing. A loud crack was heard as he forced her right front limb into a very unnatural position too fast. A scream escaped the coyote, but he closed his ears and focused on supporting some of her weight as he tied her second limb up. Eventually it was done, and he stepped back, making sure the branches were strong enough to survive the weight of the female. She reminded her of a breathing cross, a female canine Jesus(the silly thought made him laugh), by the way she had been hung up. Both front legs forced to their respective sides, tied up. Streaks of blood decorated the left side of her face. It was nothing. Her loud groaning annoyed him, and he dived into his bag once again, picking up newly picked flowers with the same name as the pack land he came from.
The dahlias were dark in color. He had not managed finding the wonderful black color, but dark blue and red worked too. It was good enough. He harshly parted her jaws and shoved the flowers down her throat, shutting the loudest noises out, choking her. He had wanted more time, but he had to accept that his plan could not be followed as he had intended. She was of course still alive when he sliced at her soft and unprotected belly with razor sharp claws, digging them into her flesh and cutting her open. His hands disappeared into her and appeared again less than a second later with her insides. Goo and blood showered him as his vision darkened, and all he could sense was the overwhelming stench of metal and spilled guts. He ripped, sliced, tore out, shattered the female’s guts all over. He did not even know when her soul departed, he was possessed. His fangs found a throat and ripped it out, even more blood spilling out on the disgusting scene. He chuckled.
The chocolate coated werewolf did not know how long time he spent ripping her to pieces, but when he managed releasing himself from her, he saw that he had done his job well. The branches were holding, her head halfway torn off, chest, ribcage and belly torn open and goo and blood everywhere shattered around her, some remaining parts still hanging from her exposed and empty stomach, though most of it was lying on the ground around her. He thought it was beautiful, and he licked his bloody lips, the scent and taste of blood better anything he had ever tasted or smelled ever before. He was shivering in ecstasy. This was for her. He did not give a damn whose fault it in fact had been that had created the fight between Mew and the coyote. Haku was simply a messenger, and this was his letter to the Inferni.
He could easily have done the same business with the child as he had done with the mother, but he decided to simply tug the rope around the child’s neck and tied it to the branch next to the mother’s, hanging after the rope blocking its airways. The child was still unconscious, but it would never wake up. He tightened the thread around its throat and watched the puppy suffocate in silence, smiling as a few death spasms went through the little body when it finally gave up because of lack of oxygen. It was a disturbing scene, but the blue eyed male could only see it as celestial. He threw whatever remaining flowers he had around the three where the couple hang, they were facing their own pack territory from the border. Breathtaking, simply breathtaking. Haku was very pleased. The demon’s laugh echoed through his head, and he joined in.
It was not before a few hours afterwards, when he was far away from the Inferni grounds, that he started to realize what he actually had done.
