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    She loved this city. It gave her what she needed and more so. Again the girl was in the pet store and retrieved yet another cage and a whole lot of random stuff that she threw up into the cage before she walked out into the brilliant yet disappearing. The sun had warmed earlier, but the warmth was slowly fading as the sun kept travelling. A hint of violet was spreading its delicate colours on the clouds. If the girl had cared she could have found it pretty. She walked on the lonely roads through the city, but decided not to go back home to Inferni immediately. Halo the Hydra of Inferni. Was that not odd? Weren’t those people supposed to have fighting skills and so on? Ruby eyes turned to look at the closest shop. She could not read the sign, but the long and elegant thing in the window made her lips curl upwards. Sleek swords were nice? Longer, more elegant and perhaps even more deadly than the beautiful thing that Samael had given her.
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DIEDIEDIE, boringface. |:



    Wandering forward, the silver wolf inhaled deeply, taking in the sights and smells of the city. His deep indigo eyes were merry; he'd healed up from the wounds inflicted by Merit and gone to visit Amata again, and he was rather glad he'd done so. He still wanted to make her and her father gifts, and that was part of the reason why he'd come to the city. To make such things he needed supplies, and supplies such as what he needed could only be procured in the city. He was an experienced leatherworker; he knew his way around leather quite well. Unfortunately, he had to kill a large animal and claim its skin in order to get part of what he needed, and he was kicking himself now for not making an attempt on that damn cow's life.



    He trotted quickly down the streets, picking up random scents as he went. Most of them were older, and he paid them little mind. Whoever had made those had long passed out of the area, and the silver wolf would not pursue someone who had been here days ago. A fresh scent caught his nose, and his ears perked up, happy to have found company. Maybe they could explore together! He swung around a corner, azure gaze falling on a red-furred canine some feet away. Smiling already, Char approached her, noticing already how pretty she was. Char was rather easy to impress, but there was something in the way this young lady carried herself that impressed him.



    She was her two-legged form, so as he approached, Charon began to shift as well, the smooth transformation from Secui to Optime taking him the amount of time it took to close the distance between the pair. "Hey there," he said, warmth gracing his face. It was less excited than his usual greeting, but as he'd gotten closer he'd grown more starstruck with her, his excitement fading into dreamy desire as he gazed over her pretty face. There was a certain dangerous quality to her, some razor edge Charon could just barely sense. It only served to make her more desirable to the silvery wolf.

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300+ <3<3<3<3<3<3<3



   Her observant orbs saw the gray wolf almost at the same time as she was discovered by him. Those brilliant red eyes narrowed instantly at the sight of the stranger. He was walking towards her, changing into his optime form as he approached. The girl’s body stiffened and she crouched ever so slightly, as if readying to either attack, defend or flee. She still was pure to proper combat, and would never attempt to get into hand to hand combat with a male unless she could run for it. She was very agile, but if he was too close when she decided that fleeing would be the best option, she would have a harder time getting away. Oversized ears flattened and her fur rose. Inferni and wolves did not get along well. Not in her heart at least. She wanted to hate them, wanted to hate the thick blood of her own that reeked of wolf. She hated him and she hated herself.

After the first split second where she only knew hostility, she recognized warmth in his face. She found it as a surprise, and for a moment her twisted face faltered. He did not say anything, but Halo recognized that adoring look in his face. To the young Lykoi’s disappointment, she had realized that there seemed to be few Inferni members that found her beautiful. At least they never seemed to want to let her know. Halo liked hearing that she was lovely. She was a diamond, a goddess, she was fucking beautiful goddammit. How could she threat someone that got stars in their eyes when they looked at her? Her face smoothed out and she stood up properly again, deciding that perhaps she could be nice for once. Yes, she decided. Now there was only a lovely smile that graced her well formed face. It was almost funny how quickly the mood changed. ”Whuups, I thought you were a mean wolfie or something.” the girl delicately sang out with warm tones. With a hand she stroke some of those dark locks back and away from her face. She wanted to be pretty for him.

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Durf durf durf, I am dumb Charon. D: Shortpost because sie = fail.



      Oh, she was so pretty. Char could not keep the dumbfounded, lovestruck look from his indigo eyes and his silvery features, and he was sure he looked like a complete sap, standing there staring at her wide-eyed and all. But he couldn't help it; she was delicately featured, her muzzle coming to a thin taper, her ears larger, her fur a wild, shade of auburn-brown, accented by her dark, thick hair. It fell almost over one of her eyes, the other half of it pinned back by an odd sort of instrument Char had never seen before. He couldn't identify the hair clip, but he was mesmerized by her gaze—striking crimson and unlike anyone's he'd laid eyes on prior to that moment.



      The silver-furred man grinned when he found that she was not frightened of him, lowering his head a little bit to keep himself from just staring blankly at her. When he looked at her, his thoughts got all jumbled up and he couldn't keep them straight anymore. "Oh, no, Miss, I couldn't ever be mean to anybody as pretty as you," he said, stupid and rather blunt. No point in lying to her; she obviously knew that she was pretty. He offered her another smile, although it was sheepish this time, the stars returning to his eyes the moment he laid eyes on her pretty face. Char had never seen a coyote or a coyote hybrid before, and he was utterly amazed at the younger canine's features.



      He realized his mistake, and spoke again quickly to cover it up. "I mean, uh, not that I'm ever mean or anything like that," the wolf added dumbly, smiling in a more nervous fashion. Oh-please-oh-please-oh-please, don't blow it! he thought to himself, trying to shuffle his feet this way and that and present himself with an upright and strong posture. She was just lovely, and certainly way, way beyond his league, but he had to at least try.


Table thanks to James.
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300+ haha, your Charon fedupness amuses me



   Ah, how Halo loved that face. That dumb struck face with that worshipping look in his eyes. The girl’s smile could only widen still. She knew how she looked like (hurrah for large mirror in the wardrobe). She liked the warm, almost gingerish hue of her fur. It was a nice colour. Sometimes she had wished for another colour of eyes, but her vibrating red orbs were rather special as well. She could not change the eye-colour anyway, and she rather liked to have such an obvious connection to the de le Poer family. What she was most grateful for overall was how strongly the coyote in her showed. She could never hope to look like a pureblood, but no one would ever be able to guess that she was more than fifty per cent wolf. The girl’s smile stayed, but her mood was dropping a bit. Why was she thinking about what he was thinking of her? He thought that she was beautiful, was that not enough? She was Inferni; she was Lykoi. That was all!

”Of course you wouldn’t.” the young woman said confidently, wondering what she could do to best exploit this man. She loved being adored and worshipped, but she could not go much further than to heavy flirt and touch. Maybe he could carry her stuff back to Inferni. He could be useful. A thrilling laughter danced out between slightly parted jaws when the male tried to correct his previous words. Ah, such a shame that she was not all too fond of that classic good guy. Perhaps they were good enough, but wouldn’t they just hate all her cruel thoughts and deeds? ”I’m so glad you’re here. I’m in need of a big and strong man.” the girl purred, shifting her weight a bit to rest a creamy hand on her auburn hip. The other hand reached out for him. She had quickly found out that body contact always worked well. Also, even if she was a virgin it did not mean that she did not appreciate sex. She just had not gotten to that point yet. Foreplay was fun, after all.


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Well, he was supposed to be so EPIC. and now the only thing that will rock about him is this freakin thread. :/



         She was so exotic and pretty, with her cinnamon-tinted fur and her wild black hair, falling over her face and drifting over those ruby-colored eyes. Her features were gentle and tapered and they were not wolflike to Charon, who had hardly seen a coyote in his short travels here. The wolf smiled dreamily, entranced by the beauty before him, marveling at how someone like her could even think about talking to a big oaf like him. Charon almost frowned at this thought, but it could not penetrate the hypnosis that had taken him over at the sight of her brilliantly red eyes and her dark hair.



         She spoke to him again, a vague agreement to his statement—whatever it was he'd said, what did he say, anyway?—and he nodded slowly, not wanting to disagree with her a bit. She placed a delicate hand on her hip and peered over to him, speaking the most unbelievable words he'd heard thus far. She was glad he was here and she needed him? Her hand extended and he gravitated to it as though she had yanked a leash attached to his collar, and he mumbled dumbly, still staring at her pretty face. "Anything you want, Miss."

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Hahaha. btw, those 'objects' are two samurai swords Big Grin


Was she happy? Was this happiness? What was happiness? She wanted to be adored, to be desired. She wanted to know that she was worth a damn. Her eyes were drawn to him. She fed from that clouded vision of his. She needed it. Her smile was sincere as he drew towards her. Her fingers gently teased him closer, fingers reeling him in. For a moment she turned around to gaze at the two beautiful objects in the window. She wanted them. “I want those.” the girl’s melodic voice whispered on top of a silent exhale. Would he get them for her? ”Your reward would be a kiss.” she then added, wondering what this thing called love was.


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<3



         The silvery wolf was absolutely entranced by the beautiful young canine, content to stand there and stare for days at her goddess-like beauty. There should be statues of her everywhere; she was the only artistic form worth reproducing in the world. He padded ever close to her, his gaze following hers as she looked to the window to the two sharp, gleaming things. He almost protested; what did a pretty thing like her need those for? If she needed protection, he'd give his life for her (after only knowing her for ten minutes). Still, he would not disobey; he nodded and offered a sloppy smile, his jaw falling agape at the reward.



         "Oh, yes ma'am, right away," he said, too eager to receive his reward. "Anything for that," he said. Words like that would have been totally insincere coming from anyone else's mouth, but Char meant it wholeheartedly, and he leapt over to the door, fumbling with it for a minute before he determined it was locked. Backing up, he took a deep breath, and charged forward with his shoulder outward. He crashed through the old door in an instant, falling in a pile of door debris. Dusting himself off, he eagerly ran to the window display, prying the two swords from their resting spot and carrying them outside, feeling rather ridiculous holding to deadly weapons. It just wasn't him.



         "Here you are, Miss," he said, dreamily, handing them over. "But, uh... Miss," he said, straightening up and looking momentarily embarassed at the subject at hand. "I don't believe in kissin' girls without their names... I'm Charon," he said with a smile, tilting his shaggy silver head to the side as he looked at her, still caught up in her beauty.


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du-du-du-du-du-du-DU-DU-DU-DU! Another one from you now Sie and then let the fun begin?


Anything for a kiss hmm? The girl’s eyes narrowed a bit in suspicion, but he seemed completely sincere. He leapt over to the door and the girl took a few steps back, watching the male break in though the door. Her grin instantly resumed its rightful place on her lips. What a darling he was. She found that she actually liked this male. That he was a wolf that she usually would look down at did not matter, because he was being so nice and kind to her. When he obediently came out what seemed to be mere moments later with the two swords in their sheaths, she clapped her hands together in honest glee, her brilliant smile that could easily compete with the brilliant sun on a forever blue sky. Her hands carefully received the weapons, and she turned slightly away and crunched down to lay them down carefully on the ground. He introduced himself and she found that she liked the name just as much as the male. Charon. It was a sort of singing name, just like Halo, yet very different.

She rose again and turned to him, her eyes vibrant as the most brilliant sunset. ”I’m Halo.” She whispered as she stepped closer, all the way until she could feel the warmth from his body. She rarely felt anything for the males she usually tried to seduce for some fun, but she liked his eyes and the adoration she found in them. He wasn’t bad at all. She reached up for his face and pressed her lips against his, fingers gently cupping his face.



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OH YES PLEASE. Big Grin Guh, I am realizing how much more fun this would have been if I played him like a total nub and a dummy to begin with. XDDD PS, definitely throw a mature on this. :O



    Still grinning like an idiot, the grayscale wolf watched her as she leaned over to put the swords in, admiring her body. He wasn't exactly a virgin, no, kind-of-sort-of... well, yeah, he didn't exactly have sex, but he had been inside someone. It wasn't his fault he'd orgasmed as he put it in, and it still counted in his book. Still, he felt pathetic for having made it this far with only having experimented with girls. It had been hard living at the top of the world, though, and his closest neighbor was a fifty mile jog away. After that night, though, she hadn't bothered to come back to him. He was pretty embarassed, but he really, really thought she was pretty, and now that he was going to be kissed he couldn't help but think of sex, that taboo and strange thing he'd heard so much about from his brother. He'd gotten lucky and found a mate in the neighbor family's elder daughter.



    Halo. Her name was so pretty, and it fit her so well. A pretty name for a beautiful woman. Swallowing nervously, Charon leaned in towards her as she walked toward him. It was almost shocking to feel her fingers on his face, and the silvery wolf practically melted into her grasp, his face going limp in her grasp, wriggling slightly as he felt her lips against his own. She was so fiery warm and pretty, and now she was this close to him? He couldn't help but put his hands at her hips, his fingers gripping at her curves for an instant appreciatively. Oh, god, and he was definitely turned on now, too, and he damn sure hoped maybe she wouldn't feel his desire lighting on her leg for an instant before he drew his body back slightly, just enough to keep their kiss from breaking. He didn't want to screw this up, but he just couldn't help himself. She was so pretty. He'd squeezed his eyes shut for the first part of the kiss and now he looked at her with nervous adoration, a puppy hoping not to be struck for his infraction on her beauty.

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        The pain he inflicted on his own body was a beautiful thing. He’d slash his own wrists in such a way to bring about only blood, before stitching them back up and repeating. He’d scar his body, marking his flesh and bruising his skin with a deep, shadowy blush beneath the darkening fur. Winter changed his coat to nearly black, turning the male into a near mirror image of the father he’d never truly known, yet utterly despised. Anything to poison him was closely embracing by the self-destructive monster as he reached the bottom of the bottle and only longed for more. Vision clouded and senses dulled, he crept through the city in a blur, barely seeing where his feet were taking him. He moved on instinct, eyes watching his path yet mind blank and numb. He saw Halo. He saw a wolf. He saw Halo kiss a wolf, and he smelled obvious arousal permeating the air.


        The veil shifted across his thoughts, clearing immediately like clouds backing away from the moon and allowing the silvery-white light to shine through. “A wolf,” he interrupted boldly, narrowed crimson eyes fixated on the cinnamon coyote. “makes an interesting plaything, and nothing more,” he finished, vision moving now onto the grayscale creature. He didn’t appear particularly intelligent and Samael’s muzzle curled into a vicious smirk at the brute that screamed of violence and murder, yet lacked any and all semblances of warmth and mirth. “But I really don’t think you should start out with them.” Halo was inexperience, and he knew it. Wolves were toys perfect for practice and nothing more. But she was young and built ideally for a coyote female—small and easily overpowered by a foolish male wolf.


        It was a dangerous game, and he didn’t wish to see the young girl that held so much potential wiped out so early in her life. It was beautiful that she was already playing games, but she needed to pick and choose her battles wisely. And he didn’t like the arousal this male was already showing. Play too much with a male without fully intending to back it up, and she could easily find herself in a situation she didn’t wish to be in. Something clicked within his brain as the scent washed over him, infiltrating his consciousness—something primal and animalistic that caused his fist to clench and aim mercilessly right for the beast’s starry-eyed face.

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The kiss was sweet and the girl did not reject the pair of light gray hands resting on her hips. Wasn’t this usual direction such encounters took? A mental grin vibrated inside her because this was what she saw as fun. It was slightly different though because she liked this wolf already. The rest had been mere objects that she could toy with before she made her escape. Halo did not know this, but she was damn lucky for having been able to keep from losing her virginity by the way she had toyed with several males in the past. Perhaps one day she would go all the way, but such thoughts were far from her head now. It was the kiss and then shortly thereafter the feeling of something tickling her leg for an instant. She could not help but freeze up a bit, because that thing that every male had was slightly alien and actually a bit scary in her eyes. She tried to turn the thin layer of horror into appreciation. This meant that he liked her lots so she should be happy about it.

She did not get time to ponder anymore because there was a third voice and a third beast here now. In any other situation she would have entered a quite blissful state of mind, she had simply loved Samael Lykoi the first time they met. Now she could only feel the cold tickling down her spine while an electric current ran through her fur in the opposite direction upwards, causing every hair to stand erect. This feeling was called fear and Halo had not experienced it very often. The dread had hit her so quickly she could not will herself to turn to look at the coyote that she knew was approaching. Her uncle, her grandmother’s son. She had caught a glimpse of the darkness in him. She had found it intriguing then, but now she was drowning, shaking from overdoses of screaming adrenaline. There was a high pitch, constant sound buzzing in her ears.

Then movement exploded in the corner of her eye and she backed off with what seemed like an unnatural swiftness. She could see Samael’s fist flying towards Charon’s face. Why was he here! Why was he doing this to her! Her throat was swollen with distress, and she wondered if she would slowly choke. Despite feeling completely out of air, the girl’s voice rose, soaked in fear. ”Sam, no!” Surely not all wolves deserved death? Charon had helped her and been kind to her. He did not deserve getting beating. Petite hands reached out for Samael’s arm and she caught hold, trying to rip him away from the wolf that she liked.



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-vomits another post- D: HEADACHE PLZ GO AWAI KTHX



    The silvery wolf was absolutely shocked and amazed that he'd gotten this far, this fast with such a pretty girl. He'd barely gotten her name before he'd gotten a faceful of her lips, though he certainly wasn't complaining. She sure had felt him, and though Char was intensely embarrassed he couldn't help himself, damnit. What did she expect, being a pretty girl and all? He would've never forced himself on her, but he wasn't about to be totally shamed for his body responding naturally. It wasn't long before there was another voice added to the mix, and though Char didn't recognize it, he didn't instantly break from the kiss, taking just a moment more before he separated from her, turning to face the source of their interruption proudly.



    Now he was embarrassed about being turned on, since there was another dude here and all—but Charon didn't have very long to be embarrassed, since the canine's fist careened toward his face and struck him right beneath the eye, sending him careening backwards until he fell flat on his back, utterly dazed and confused. For a smaller thing, the coyote was damn strong, and the blow had taken Charon utterly by surprise. He was almost knocked out, but the sound of an angelic voice pleading for mercy on him brought him back to consciousness, and he realized maybe Halo could get hurt. It didn't register in his head that she'd used the man's name; after all, he was an idiot and he'd just been hit square in the face. Mustering a growl, the wolf started to shuffle to his feet, though he was still a bit dazed and it made him dizzy to try. "Now see here, mister, ain't nothin' wrong here," he grunted, getting up to his feet. "Don't you hurt her, or I'll kill you, I swear it," he said, gathering every ounce of menac e in him—which wasn't very much.

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        His fist made contact, knocking the wolf right off his feet. Fangs bared and lips curled into a violent expression, he turned back to Halo when her voice broke through his consciousness and her hands quickly grasped his arm. “You idiot,” he breathed, crimson eyes falling on her distraught expression. “Don’t tell me you like this dumb fuck. He’s a wolf, and he could easily destroy you without a second thought. Think girl! Would you have been ready and willing to give him exactly what he wants?” the hell-prince asked, voice rising in annoyance. There was only one thing on this beast’s mind, and Samael knew quite well what that was more than anyone. Halo was untouched, and he wasn’t completely sure she knew what she was doing. Experimentation was the best teacher, but throwing herself into the gaping jaws of fate seemed foolhardy. How would she react forced into a situation she wasn’t ready nor willing to accept, and at the hands of some wolfen scum?


        He wouldn’t stand aside and allow one so perfectly and blatantly of Kaena’s blood to damage their soul so easily when he stood mere inches away. The wolf rose clumsily to his feet, speaking in a manner that assured the coyote of his earlier assumption that this one wasn’t particularly bright. He snarled aloud now, diverting his attention from Halo to him. “You shut the fuck up,” Samael hissed, moving to again strike the monochrome brute to the ground. He laughed then—a hysterical, deranged sound that echoed off the buildings around them. Breaking free from the she-yote’s grasp, he lunged straight for the wolf’s throat. Jaws moved to roughly grasp the flesh of his neck, pinning him roughly to the earth beneath him. Bloodlust struck his soul like desire and claws sunk into his flesh, aiming to bring the brilliant, coppery stench to the surface. “Why don’t I show you just how to kill a wolf?” he purred pleasantly, breaking momentarily from his grip to peer adoringly into the eyes of the soon deceased.

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Things were progressing in the worst thinkable direction, and Halo was clueless of how to act. When Samael’s cold voice boomed at her, the young girl winced in terror, barely able to hold on to his arm. Her uncle was a monster, and he had not been noticed by the couple before it was too late. The hybrid girl’s creamy hands shook with adrenaline overdose and it was not at all hard for Samael to shake her off. His words hit her with full strength and she stumbled backwards while thinking that the only person set on destroying was the man with the Lykoi star glistening on his arm. Halo had handled more aggressive and horny males than Charon. Why the fuck did Samael have to get involved into her business anyway? Anger would have heated up her core straight away if it had not been for the fact that she was close to fully paralyzed by this terrible fear.

The girl could not keep from letting out a short lived scream when her uncle shot at the gray wolf again. He wanted to kill him! The young Lykoi just wanted to run far far away and cry rivers of salt tears, but her strength left her legs unexpectedly and she fell down on the ground, still slowly pushing herself further away from the two males, eyes locked to the two bodies and the red blood that was invading the gray. ”Please stop..” the girl heard herself plead. She felt like a small child again, a scared, weeping child.



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-glee-



         Charon had no idea what was going on. He was completely confused and disoriented—the hit from Cwmfen might have given him a concussion, and the hit from Samael had just brought a painful physical memory back from the grave. His head ached where the small wolf had struck him, and the edges of his vision were still too blurry to really make anything out. But this small wolf was dangerous; he knew that. Halo was in danger, and she'd just kissed Charon. In his book, they were practically married now.



         The little dark wolf snarled more words at him, and Charon was in the process of responding when another vicious strike flattened the big wolf to the ground. "You see here, mister—"oomph, to the ground. Char outweighed Samael by fifty pounds at least; he was a big arctic wolf. He was not, however, a fighter, and when struck he hit the deck once more, flat on his back and gazing into the sky. Vaguely, he wondered if it was the last he'd see. The small wolf was up on top of him, teeth on his throat, claws in his flesh. Char cried out in pain and fright, cowering beneath the stranger's jaws. All of his bravado and machismo were gone; he whimpered like a child now. "Please don't kill me," he whispered, the words choked and strangled with his throat crushed beneath Samael's grip.

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         He no longer cared about Halo’s well being or what was right and wrong. The only thought that consumed the male was bringing destruction to this wolf for no other reason than he was living flesh and blood, and Samael wished to see to its immediate end. He wanted to tear him apart, ripping out his still beating heart while reveling in the panicked look that’d fill his eyes when he saw death’s approach, knowing he could not escape. “Beg,” he hissed between his teeth, pink tongue slipping between his lips to carefully caress the male’s muzzle. “Beg for your life,” he laughed softly, suddenly opening his jaws and tearing viciously at anything he could reach—face, mouth, eyes, cheeks, muzzle.


         Claws sunk violently into flesh, longing to reach straight down to bone and sever the delicate veins and arteries hidden there. Rearing up over the grayscale male, blood staining his narrow golden muzzle, crimson eyes drifted lower on the heavy beast. He recalled his previous arousal and immediately the coyote’s clawed hand sought his manhood, grinning wickedly. “C’mon baby, not horny anymore?” he cooed sarcastically, fingers at first moving in a gentle manner, coaxing against the male’s own will before punishment could be delivered. His other hand sought a steadfast grip about his throat, holding the male his unwilling victim.

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Some things were basically too sick and twisted to be true. Halo’s pathetic crawl had frozen almost instantly because she was too busy being stunned by what she saw. Finally one of her games had gone horribly wrong, though it was evolving in a rather unexpected way. In a direction she would never have expected it to take; would never have wanted it to take. She watched Samael’s claws and fangs seek out Charon’s face and turn it into blood and raw flesh. Her stomach twisted and turned horribly and it was a wonder the bile did not go further than to the back of her throat. She had wanted this all along. She had attempted to seek out death so many times, but now when she was finally face to face with him in the form of Samael Lykoi she knew that it had been an atrocious mistake. What she was witnessing was purified evil. The hybrid female wanted to close her eyes and ears when she realized that the worst had yet to come still. Her uncle’s hand slid down to the silver wolf’s member and stroked it with a gentleness that it was not possible for such a horrible creature to possess. Her mind couldn’t process, did not seem to function at all. She could only watch and record; trapped under an ice cold stun. Heart drummed against her chest wildly like a crazed animal. It was just so unbelievable wrong. Was this her fault? She wanted to run over and push the Lykoi man away, but knew that it probably was useless. She opened her mouth hesitantly; wanted to speak, but no words could find their way out into the blood scented air. Would Samael kill her next? She wanted to run far away with light’s speed, but she was still a prisoner in her unmoving body.


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Hooraaaaaaaaaaay. XD



         All of the wolf's bravado had utterly evaporated from his big frame. He was fucked, and he damn well knew it. Though panic rose in his chest and his heart slammed steadily against his ribcage, the wolf's fist crushed his throat, and the edges of Charon's vision were slowly dimming as the coyote hybrid suffocated him. What the hell had he done so wrong? Yeah, kissing another man's woman was surely wrong, but it was just a harmless little kiss. It wasn't like he'd actually done any of the sloppy, filthy-horrible things running through his head when he'd first laid eyes on the tawny-furred, beautiful woman.



         Now she was the furthest thing from his mind, forgotten entirely in the struggle as indigo-blue eyes peered into swirling crimson, madness shining clear and through the bloodied gaze. The silver-furred wolf looked up at the new coyote, a sort of gurgling sound issuing from his throat as he attempted to talk with the weight of the smaller canine on his throat. There was a strange touch, hardly erotic to the Arctic wolf at this very moment, but utterly and completely wrong. The blue eyes widened and the man struggled harder, having no idea what the man's intent was but knowing in his heart it was no good. He shook his head as best he could, as firmly and as vehemently as he could—no, now he was just goddamn terrified.

thanks to jael for the table!
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bye-bye! this thread was getting outdated, so i didn’t draw it out any more. sorry, if you wanted more violence! ;;


    Halo was proving to be utterly useless at this point, standing there silently and watching in absolute horror as he mutilated the wolf, rather than celebrating the death of this worthless being. But he had no time for disgust, seeing only red as his vision lingered on the suffocating beast held prisoner in his grasp. Grin widened viciously at the strangled sound that escaped his lips, pressing his fingers into his windpipe and choking away the creature’s beloved air. Fear was held in those deep blue eyes—fear of death and a fleeting, wistful desire to live. He struggled, but his struggling was futile and Samael could easily end his life at any moment if he so chose. But a quick, painless death did not suit the beast with a god-complex, desiring to inflict his will and power onto others, seeing them submit utterly to his being.


    Suddenly, his gentle caresses became violent, sinking his nails into the canine’s flesh and tearing as roughly and viciously as he could. Even if Samael had decided to spare him, his life would be incomplete, lacking certain important aspects of the male anatomy held so close and dear to their being. He effectively castrated the wolf, intentionally taking as many blows as possible to complete the task before his jaws—unable to contain themselves a moment loner—sunk deep into the flesh of his large, distended belly. Head thrashing and tearing energetically, pulling back skin and ripping away huge chunks of flesh, the hell prince began to devour the poor, unfortunate soul, spilling his brightly colored entrails onto the ground. Whether or not he was dead, Samael did not care, but life would surely flee once his fangs reached the man’s heart.

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