M-Bitter Weakness
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OOC March 2

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She would keep her promise. Amy had told Angel that she would show him their children. She'd even said that if they were weak he could pick one out for himself. The puppies were born, and now she set out. Carrying the pups was difficult. She set up a small satchel for them, and it was all she could do to keep from adding fur. These weren't her babies. They were too weak. They had to die. Amy could show no mercy, no care towards them if she was going to accomplish what she had to do. Hardening her heart against the pain she knew would come from their deaths Amy approached the Inferni borders.


Two males, two females. A beautiful mottled mix of their parents. Lilith, who looked so much like a coyote, her golden fur shimmering even as she whimpered, too weak to fight for life. Arianne, a brown coat, her muzzle sandy and her paws black, ears flopped like Amy's with the thin frame of a coyote. Douglas, one of the stronger ones, black as night, looking as if he was pure dog, yet still too small for a normal pup. Gabriel had been a surprise, with a small body, throwing back to when dogs must have been pure, a feathered tail with splashes of gold through his dark fur, the runt of the litter.


Resisting the urge to reach her hand in, to calm the whines of the pups Amy pulled her wagon to a halt outside of Inferni. She let out a deep howl, announcing that she was there. Hopefully she wouldn't have to wait long. She moved back to her wagon, making sure everything was secure, trying to distract herself from the pups she knew she mustn't get attached to. The small satchel bumped against her gently, small whines of protest from the treatment. She moved back to the front of the wagon and stood silently, hoping he would come quickly so she could kill them before it became too difficult. Before weakness overwhelmed her.


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OOC here!

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Allez had proven to be a good horse for what he had been traded for. His body was as toned as Angel own, his height suiting the Spaniard perfectly. He was trained in French, but that was no problem, as he had been raised with the language. There were no slip ups where he commanded the creature in Spanish as he did with Maduixa, the feeling of both horses was different. Maduixa was a slower, less powerful creature. Whereas Allez's power practically radiated off of him, it wasn't hard to see he was a well muscled individual.


Angel had decided to ride him again that morning, to get a better feel for his thin, solid body and speedy movements. More of a precaution than a practice really. The horse came across the borders swiftly, but Angel was down in a flash after his eyes hit Amy's form. 'Amy! What happened?' But he already knew. He shook his head in shock and attempted to approach the dog woman, 'Amy, give them here' he ordered sharply, all too familiar with her plans.


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#3
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OOC here.

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Swift as a storm on the horizon Angel came galloping forward. Amy watched him soundlessly as he slipped down. Their time apart had done nothing but improve his form. Able to feel desire again Amy's eyes roamed over his body. Hearing his question Amy barked with laughter. They came. Your children are here. Their last name is Cielo. She stood uncertainly, letting the fact of their name sink in. She hadn't given them her name.


The male moved closer, and Amy drew back with a snarl, the protectiveness she was trying to combat kicking in. Realizing how foolish her actions were Amy shook her head, stepping towards him. She pulled the satchel off from around her neck. Here. She opened it up so he could look in, though she didn't pass them over. They had to die. That was the rule. To allow the weak to survive was a shame, especially when related to them. The tiny pups whimpered in protest at the sudden light, though Amy made no move to comfort them.


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#4
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may want to M tag this one too XD crazy foreign angel/ana rambling go!

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A fierce snarl erupted from Angel's chest. 'Cielo! What the fuck Amy!?' he hissed, shaking his head wildly, 'You dare use my own language against me'. Cielo meant heaven, sky, and she dared use his own native tongue against him, in such a morbid way. 'You are sick' he growled, his usually strong voice shaking. 'No crec que podria ser aquesta malalt! Aquest ... Tractes o Penes Cruels! No m'importa una merda no? Sobre ells, de mi. Sobre ningú! És una bogeria! Vostè es mereix res més que Déu el pitjor de. Et mereixes pitjor que jo ...' And he'd done some pretty terrible things. By now the Spaniard was crying slightly, 'Give them here'. He wouldn't give them such a morbid name, nor would he use such a title as Sunders on them. They were better than that.


Ana had followed his scent, eager to see this new horse in action. Maduixa lagged greatly but caught up in no time once Allez was stationary. She was at first confused at first by the situation, but by time Amy had flashed the bag open, she'd caught on. Dismounting and rushing to her brother side, she shouted herself. 'Què has fet, puta!'


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OOC here.

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Amy watched him snarl, face expressionless. I don't know your last name, and giving them 'angel as a last name didn't seem right. I simply took the closest thing I could find. Angel probably wasn't listening, working into a frenzy. Swiftly Amy sealed the satchel shut, swinging it back across her body. It didn't occur to her that this was the perfect opportunity to kill the pups, having Angel take them out in his rage. Instead she protected them, despite the fact that she shouldn't want to.


Her eyes widened as the large black hybrid began to cry. She snorted in disgust. There was nothing to cry about here. She'd simply been keeping her end of the bargain. The pups were weak and had to die. Angel had asked to see them once they were born. Amy had agreed and brought them here. This was far over Amy's head, rarely acting with emotions such as compassion and attachment. He'd been so insistent on not having anything to do with them, yet he pleaded and pleaded for them now.


Another coyote rode up now. His sister, by the smell. She dismounted from a horse. Amy bared her teeth as she got closer. The cries of the puppies got louder, frightened by the noise. Amy's reaction was quick. She took the bag and shook it silently. The puppies fell silent, and she looked up at Angel again. This was not the agreement. You wanted nothing to do with them. You expect that to change now? You can't have them. Maybe I'll let you choose one, but that's all.


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bit o' pp hurr

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Moving forward, trying to intimidate her. But of course it was a fruitless effort. 'One? One? You are asking me to chose between my children?' He shook his head, switching his eyes to his sister and frowning. Give them here' Ana said, disgusted with the idea herself. She closed the distance with malice, taking the bag from her and moving back to her brothers side. 'Which one?' she said, almost choking on her tears. Her hands shook as she handed her nieces and nephews over to their father, shaking her head at the ridicule of the situation. They were so beautiful. How would he choose. Picking up the golden female, he clutched her to his chest and gazed over the remaining trio, remembering this was to be the last time he'd see them.


'You are a monster...' he sighed, passing the satchel back to Amy, trying to ignore the wheaks of his children. 'It's Angel Fabregas i Reus. And her surname is Fabregas i Sunders' she paused, 'Or at least it should be. There is no way she will have your name now' he hissed. Perhaps she'd be Fabregas i Maria. Either way, he'd give her that title, 'What is her name? And theirs?'. So would they.


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OOC here.

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Angel straightened, trying to intimidate Amy. The dog stood her ground though. She was going to remain strong. Unlike this weakling, crying at the course that life demanded he take, Amy would not give in. She would keep the pups, and deliver them to their death. She had to. Amy lifted the satchel from around her neck, letting the female snatch it from her. She watched them go over, keeping from whining. This was impossible. She would stand strong. She would kill them, and she would forget about the tiny life Amy gave the chance to live with Angel.


She knew the difficulty in the choice before them. Choosing just one out of the pups would be difficult, especially since they didn't truly have any redeeming traits to help them live. They were only a couple days old, still needing mother's milk. Amy had been feeding them to help them survive the trip down here, but feeding had been minimal, doing all she could to avoid bonds. Silently Amy watched the black male lift Lilith from the satchel, eyes lingering on the remaining pups. Amy managed not to break down, to not beg him to take them all.


The satchel was passed back, and Amy slipped it around her body. A cold smile formed on her lips at his words. I never claimed to be otherwise. She listened as Angel gave his last name, teeth flashing as he threatened to give her last name to the tiny pup he held. That wouldn't do. It could not be allowed. The moment passed though, and Angel said he wouldn't. Relaxing she nodded in answer to his question. Lilith. You're holding Lilith. This one her hand reached in, touching the black pup gently, is Douglas. Arianne is the female. Gabriel is the runt. She removed her hand, trying not to show the battle, remaining calm and cold on the outside.


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feel free to close up ^^

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He still shook his head. Petting the small wriggling creature at his chest. Ana stood silently beside him, unsure of what to say, what to do. As if there was anything she could do. Finally the Spaniard spoke, his voice slightly louder than normal. A mix of anger, sadness, relief, almost everything mixed in. 'Ana, go and find a goat, or a sheep or something'. By something, Ana knew what he meant and moved towards Maduixa. 'No, take Allez. He's faster'. His sister hand been told of the directions it took to control him and although he would possibly prove difficult to control, Ana would be back quicker.


Angel settle himself burying Lilith into his fur to keep her warm. 'Go. I don't want to see you or hear from you again. Go whore off of someone else next time, puta'. He turned away and mounted Maduixa, but not before he removed the sheepskin rug and wrapped the tiny girl up in it. 'Adieu' he spat. Wishing to never see her again.


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#9
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feel free to close up ^^

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He still shook his head. Petting the small wriggling creature at his chest. Ana stood silently beside him, unsure of what to say, what to do. As if there was anything she could do. Finally the Spaniard spoke, his voice slightly louder than normal. A mix of anger, sadness, relief, almost everything mixed in. 'Ana, go and find a goat, or a sheep or something'. By something, Ana knew what he meant and moved towards Maduixa. 'No, take Allez. He's faster'. His sister hand been told of the directions it took to control him and although he would possibly prove difficult to control, Ana would be back quicker.


Angel settle himself burying Lilith into his fur to keep her warm. 'Go. I don't want to see you or hear from you again. Go whore off of someone else next time, puta'. He turned away and mounted Maduixa, but not before he removed the sheepskin rug and wrapped the tiny girl up in it. 'Adieu' he spat. Wishing to never see her again.


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OOC here.

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Amy watched the siblings prepare for Lilith without a reaction. The pup would die. She knew that. It was so weak. The bonds Angel was forming with it would hurt him later. It was why she would kill them now. Even if they did survive the chances of letting that weakness dilute the blood line were too large. It was better to simply dispose of them before they had a chance to hurt the family. She grabbed the horse's head, considering warning him.


Amy snarled at his words. I kept my promise. You've seen them, just like you asked. You shouldn't have expected more. She turned the wagon away and began her travels. She needed to find somewhere to kill them. Somewhere calm, that the blood would wash away from, leaving Amy without regret. Beautiful places were always where Amy did the most horrendous things, using the beauty to protect herself from the harsh nature. It would be difficult though. The horse couldn't come to many of the places. Good luck. She walked away, no trace of emotion in her body as the pups whined hungrily, and she began the process of killing.


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