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He had dreamt of Kaena. He had seen her in all her beauty, the scars more beautiful than any unblemished face he'd ever seen on a mortal. He had felt her warmth; her body pressed against his in an embrace and her scent intoxicating. He had felt her breath at his throat as he straddled her, pushing himself inside her while she sqirmed and writhed, face twisted in beautiful misery. And he had enjoyed it. He knew he had, for when he'd awoke, the evidence remained on his abdomen, cold and wet.
Mind drunk with lingering emotions, he crouched in silence between the trees, blood seeping from the wounds he carved into his flesh. A light snow was falling around him, silently frosting the darkened landscape in a pale white veil. He rose, moving like a deadman with eyes blank and hollow toward the city, unable to sit still for fear he'd tear his own body apart.
The blood relaxed him; calmed him, yet it excited him in another way. A different way from sexual lust, yet was quite similar. Crimson gaze, so like the garnet shade of spilled blood, flickered with a new life as he crawled between the boards nailed over a window on a house. He was a monster. The need to cut, to mutilate, to kill driving through him like a venemous dagger.
He laughed -- a soft sound that slipped quietly past his lips as the boy fell to the floor in a heap for fur and limbs. He lay still where he was, unmoving from where gravity had thrust him at random against the dusty, wooden boards. But the night was far from over; it had only just begun.[/html]
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Oh, my, my, you're oh so sly.
Let's leave unsaid what's left unspoken.
___ Hybrid had seen him. He had been watching the Lykoi from the cover of the trees and broken pavement, had been watching as the other had writhed and moaned quietly in the night. He had cackled, amused, as the other had awoken to find himself where he was and what he had done. And now, he had followed the other quietly to the window, watching. He had waited for a few moments outside, grinning silently as Samael had dragged himself into the house and collapsed on the floor. Without wasting another breath, Hybrid squeezed in between the boards, laughing quietly once he was inside. He gazed down at the form of the Lykoi, whispering the same name the other had when he had been asleep. Dreaming. "Kaena, Kaena, my dear, dear mother, Kaena," he chanted, moving closer, steadily. With each word, he took another step, walking closer and closer to the form of the other until he was standing over him.
___ "My dear boy, it looks like you are in quite a mess... in more ways than one. Something you want but can never have." He laughed, a harsh, raucous sound that was more terrifying than cheerful. He leaned down, regarding the other with bloodred eyes. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. What a stupid fuck - in lust with his mother who had disappeared without a trace. There was something definitely wrong with this thing. Lusting for a female: disgusting. He would certainly have to show this poor soul the benefits of his own gender. Perhaps he would stop mooning over a female that would never return, never for him at least.
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There was laughter, emitting from a form that crept through the boards and bore eyes of equally blood-red. He shifted where he was, finally moving from where he lay to push himself into a sitting position as the other crept closer. It was sickening, the way this creature uttered her name; that beautiful creature whom he'd kill for without a moment's notice. Yet the sound that hissed past his own lips was something else other than blatant anger. A laugh -- a sharp laugh that rang of hatred, of lust, of desperation, and the sickness that crept through his soul. Fangs bared with the lingering emotion, crimson eyes glowed darkly as he regarded the other. He'd caught him at his weakest, plagued by the affliction that left him so weak and mortal. A sordid desire that held him eternally in its clutches.
Hybrid leaned down before him, obviously amused and mocking to the point that it infuriated Samael immensely. A flash of motion as his hand whipped out, reaching to grab at the hair at his head, aiming to inflict pain by digging in his nails and pulling. "Well," he hissed softly, a horrible, manical grin spreading across his lips. "Why don't you make me forget about her, then?" He was no stranger to fucking males, despite his apparent affinity for females. He'd fucked the ghosts and demons that passed through his conciousness leaving only bits and pieces of memory behind. And he'd fucked his mother's lover when she vanished without a single word of farewell.[/html]
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Oh, my, my, you're oh so sly.
Let's leave unsaid what's left unspoken.
___ He was dying. It was obvious that Samael had no concept of death or that he knew his would soon arrive. It was a fact and one that every creature had to accept before they could live. But Hybrid could see it in his eyes: he would die. He did not know when or how, but today would be a push in the direction to his insanity. To Hybrid's own insanity. He would show this creature what it was like to live, to die, and to be born again. He would be sure to hurt him and pleasure him, for it was all part of the package, that of living and life. To live was not necessarily part of life, though. He was certain that the gay wolf he had killed had never lived until his last moments, until he had taken his last breath.
___ Hybrid would show Samael the beauty of a massacre. Perhaps the other already knew, and perhaps he did not. But there would be pain for him, and for Hybrid, too. Hybrid hissed as Samael tugged at his hair, annoyed that the other would try such a tactic. He retaliated, taking Samael's arm in his hand, and digging in with his nails. He laughed once more, eyes glinting in the lacklustre light like hardened steel. They conveyed the cruel truth of the situation and perhaps a bit more. Of lies, deceit, hatred and lust.
"You little slut, first you beg for Kaena, now you desire me. I'm flattered," he replied, his voice coming out grainy and deep. He placed one hand on the floor next to Samael, drawing back one arm, and whipping it through the air, intent on marking Samael. His claws were sharp, his movement strong, and his intent in leaving Samael a large gash on his chest evident. He would feel pain.
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[html] He knew he would die. That one day his soul would part from it's mortal cage to the world beyond, but such a thought did not frighten him. Nothing frightened him any longer. For death was the most primal of fears, ingrained into those who knew their time would come, but to die did not mean the end to Samael. He was a demon born from hell, simply borrowing a form of flesh and bone to inflict destruction on this world. That was his mission, his goal, and his destiny, pure and simple. No, to die just meant returning from whence he'd come, to go back home with the devils and hellfire, and so such a thought meant nothing to the boy.
He knew blood, death, and pain -- craved it and lusted for it. Poison flowed through his veins, leaving him mad as his mind frayed slowly at the seams. The madness was prevalent in his eyes, a wildness that held only hatred and the sadistic desires he'd like to inflict on others. Samael loved no one. No one save Kaena. He was hollowed inside, unable to feel anything but the pain as claws ripped through his flesh. A breath exhaled sharply between his teeth, eyes half-lidded as Hybrid sunk his nails into his arm.
His arm drew back, slashing him a deep mark across his chest that oozed and dripped with dark crimson. Veiled behind a sheet of dark, matted hair, a dull, hoarse laugh broke from his lips. "Oh, but don't be," he said, voice drunk with the feel of his own blood on his skin. His grin widened, muzzle lifting toward the other from behind his hair, leaning toward him as he spoke. "After all, a whore desires anyone, does he not?" he breathed, lips close to the other's face. "I wonder how you'd look all covered in blood?" he inquired lightly, hand suddenly lifting as he swiftly dragged his claws down Hybrid's chest, hard enough to draw blood to the surface. [/html]
[html] As much as a masochist Samael was, Hybrid did not enjoy the feeling of pain to the same degree the other did. When he was fighting and was wounded, sometimes, the pain would drive him and give him more reason and focus, but most of the time, it just pissed him off. He withstood it when he and Vitium had been fucking around, but never for anyone else. They had never been worth it. To be able to inflict some sort of pain or wound upon him was more an honour than anything else. Unlike Samael, who seemed willing to take it from anyone. Fuck, he'd probably enjoy it if a fucking wolf hurt him, clawed at him. Of course, Hybrid was not here to judge the other's pleasures, but rather, take advantage of them.
Hybrid snarled as Samael dragged his claws across his chest, staining his chest red with blood and desire. Hybrid did not want to be compliant to the likes of this creature. He clasped Samael's wrist tightly, digging his claws in, eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh, and I wonder what you would look like writing under me, crying out like the fucking whore you know you are," Hybrid replied, snarling once more. He leaned closer, dropping onto his elbows and reducing the space between them. He could feel the other moving slightly, the heat radiating off his fur. He wanted to tear it off and watch him bleed, make him scream and cry, make Samael hate him and lust for him. He wanted everything, but nothing more than that.
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mall-caps;color:#660000;">He pulled out the dagger and marveled in the pain he could create.
Pain was beauty. Pain was pleasure. This creature didn't enjoy pain as he did, grabbing his wrist to stop the tearing of his flesh beneath Samael's claws. How sad. How fun. It'd make it so much more worthwhile when he made him bleed. To tear his flesh and feel the anger and misery radiate off his body. Coyote merely grinned in response, allowing him to move in closer, yet he wouldn't go down without a fight. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he breathed, words coming out a dull hiss between bared fangs. "To rip me and tear me apart? Rape and fuck the little whore?" He laughed, amused. "Go ahead, make me bleed," Samael continued, suddenly lunging forward toward the other male with fangs bared, aiming to mark his throat and anything he could reach with his teeth; to taste the metallic blood on his tongue.[/html]
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Hybrid smirked, his snarky grin expressing his immediate amusement of the situation. He mocked the other with his vicious smile and quiet chuckle. He nearly began to laugh at the other's words, ridiculous as they were in his attempt to get the upper hand. Hybrid could ascertain that such was difficult when one was physically beneath the other. Mental means easily translated over to a physical plane, he found. In so many ways, it was true: how he could grin and snap at Samael, leaning back and eyeing the male's body. He licked his chops, almost in anticipation, still mocking. Samael had already shown how his words had angered him to the point of attacking him. "Fuck, no. I'm not going to rape you - you'll be screaming for it as I destroy you." He could have said more, but he did not. He waited for a moment, smirking quietly.
And now, again, as he leaned closer once more, he could feel the other male's teeth digging through the thin flesh of his neck.
He growled as he felt Samael draw blood, watching for a few moments as it flowed from his neck and landing silently on the other's chest. He snarled, wincing as it caused Samael's grip to tighten on his neck. In one fluid motion, he attacked the other, returning the violence to him with a quick movement. He brought his hands up, and struck at the small indent in Samael's neck, stabbing at him with his claws. It was an awkward motion, for he had to reach up and around, but it was in the hopes that the other would loosen his grip, and perhaps allow him to breath.
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[html] mall-caps;color:#660000;">He pulled out the dagger and marveled in the pain he could create.
Destruction. Torn from his mortal cage in a maelstrom of physical feeling, bleeding and knowing he was alive as the fire faded from his eyes. Devils didn't bleed. Devils didn't feel and weep and perish like mortals did from their temporary state that was but a moment in eternity. He wanted to feel and to make others feel during the time spent within the body granted by his mortal mother, that beautiful she-demon Kaena.
Jaws found their mark on the other's flesh, sinking teeth into his skin and drawing forth the salty, metallic blood that oozed and dripped onto his own body. Fangs tightened, excited by the rumbling snarl that erupted from deep within Hybrid's chest and the flinching of his body as the pain struck him. Claws tore at the back of his own neck, attempting to pry his grip from about his throat and ease the deadly hold he currently held. He wanted to choke him; to hang on and bite and tear until the life flickered from behind his eyes. As the breath escaped his lungs and the blood from his veins, leaving him just on that ecstatic point at the edge of life and death.
To feel and breath that fear that sent chills up his spine and left him on the verge of sanity. It was such a fragile thing, life and the way the soul held onto it's mortal cage, and it excited him how easily it was held in his hands. How one wrong move could mean the end of one's existance. Laugh hissed past his teeth muffled in fur, eyes dancing beneath half-lids as he tried to hang on and tighten his hold while the other tore and ripped at his neck and spine, leaving trails of blood and deep wounds in the path of his nails.
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Samael seemed to be enjoying this. Damn masochist. He snarled again, not bothering to wince this time as Samael's increased in pressure. He shivered as it became more difficult to breathe. The sensation of slowly moving closer and closer to death was intoxicating: not in the respect that he felt like he would die, but knowing that he had to fight. He inhaled shakily, shifting his weight, trying to alleviate the pressure on his neck. He snarled once more, growing angry when his attacks proved futile. Fine,, he decided. He changed his tactic, whipping his arms back and slashing at the other's face. The other was bleeding, fuck, he was bleeding, but he wasn't letting go. He could feel the blood pooling and he could feel his consciousness wavering. He was not going to faint. Fuck no.
He attacked again with more ferocity, attempting to dig his claws right in to the other's face and rip out chunks of skin. He hacked at the other's neck, just below the jaw. His heart was pounding and he could feel himself slowly disappearing. Fuck. No.
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[html] xxxxxHe could see the life fading in his eyes. Hear the ragged note in his breath and the shiver through his body at it's last attempts to fight away the cold grip of death. It intoxicated him — left him drunk with pleasure as fangs held on tight to Hybrid's throat. His own blood was spilling, trailing down his back and body in warm waves of crimson, but like a dog he'd hold his grip until his own last breath escaped from his body. Hybrid's tactic changed, leaving his neck alone to rip and tear at his face and throat, fighting and struggling in any way possible to hang onto life. It was beautiful, so fucking beautiful. Eyes closing against the endless onslaught of attacks, he used Hybrid's weakened, frantic state against him to push himself up and push him onto his back, finding himself on top straddling the other.
xxxxxJaws finally released their hold, letting go of his matted, bloodied throat. Blood spilled from the wounds Hybrid had carved into his face, dripping into his eyes, nose and mouth and from his muzzle onto the other. He looked more like the monster he truly was now, covered in blood and gaping wounds and hair matted with the thick crimson. "Do you feel it?" he asked, breath a dull hiss as it exhaled past his lips. He could taste them both in his mouth now, muzzle leaning in close to Hybrid's face. "The icy grip of death, as life flees your veins?" A laugh followed suit, claws finding their way into his hair and sinking into his scalp, pulling viciously. [/html]
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Hybrid felt himself being moved and fell onto his back, inhaling deeply as the movement caused for Samael to release his neck. He did not flounder for air, but relished the sweet taste of it as it flowed into his lungs. The black spots in his vision receded and he glared at Samael, snarling in reply. His chest heaved as he growled, not truly angry, but angry enough.
He tensed as he felt Samael dig his claws into his head, growling once more in reply. Pain was only enjoyable when he was inflicting it on someone else, and he certainly wasn't doing that. "Fuck you," he snarled and reached up with his arms, yanking Samael into a violent kiss. He dragged his claws down the back of the other's head, returning the gesture. He dragged his claws farther down, pulling at Samael's torso with his right arm and his shoulder blades with his left, crushing the two of them together.
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[html] xxxxxHybrid was angry. Lips twisted in a vicious grin, muzzle wrinkled wickedly as he inhaled the blessed air, returning to life with each breath. A snarl was given in reply, growl ripping past his lips as Samael's nails bit into his scalp. Suddenly, he was pulled into a violent kiss, lips smashing against the other's as claws raked the back of his head, dragging down as his as they were pressed together. He was aroused. Anger and the near brush with death had turned him on, tearing apart Samael with his sadistic desires. Shuddering at the beautiful agony as nails clawed through his flesh, burning and tingling in the wake of the bloodshed, he braced himself with his free hand and began to move beneath Hybrid's grasp, rubbing his own arousal against the other. Grinding and thrusting against him, he could feel Hybrid beneath him and smirked, tongue snaking out between his teeth to brush again his lips. [/html]
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