SSWM 706

The coyotes had taken their first step and things were finally moving now. Haku stalked the borders endlessly, though Gabriel de le Poer and his witty minions had yet to come back. A member of Dahlia has already been injured and made completely useless. It truly bothered him, because it was his own sister and he had been forced to assign both Conor and Alexey to keep and eye on her and take care of her children. That meant that three members were currently tied down and unable to fight, and he was displeased. Truly, the best choice would be to let the children starve and wither and Mew Sadira slowly die from her injuries, but the pack was not likely to go along with such orders. It was bullshit that he would still have to follow some rules, but there was no open sign of complaint on the male’s features, for his hands were free to fuck up with Dahlia de Mai and Inferni once more, and Lillith was positive that Slay and his coward of a mate had run for it and would not return. He had wondered if they would seek refuge in a pack. It could have worked and they could have brought further conflict to him, but nothing had happened and she truly had failed and left her Dahlian members in the hands of a crazed murderer. Again, no complaints from the male, because this was purely good for him and what he wanted to do.

With swift movements his form left the heavily marked borders and followed a route northeast. He broke into the forest crept through the darkness lit dimly by the brilliant snow crystals. It did not occur to the male that the beauty and strangeness of Mother Nature was apparent all around him in this unique area. In summertime the arachnids were many and bothersome, but the cold and the snow transformed the forest into something magical. The webs had gathered a thousand glittering snow motes that reflected in the light reflected once again in the snow covering the ground. Haku did not see this; he only gritted his teeth in resentment for the white matter as it made silent approach very difficult. He stopped in his tracks and wondered why he was here. A dark shadow moved lazily past him. As he turned his head to investigate the dark ghoul, he saw fangs and rotten flesh smile hideously as it moved without a sound. A soul was close by and ready to be devoured.

His eyes stayed with the dark creature as it wandered away without leaving footprints behind in the soft snow. This did not trouble the crazed male, for he knew that the being was real. They crept up to the surface between cracks and muddled liquid, up to feed on the conflict that was to come. Their numbers were increasing every day. Soon he would wander a land overtaken by darkness. He waited patiently and was rewarded with the sound of careless footsteps crunching so delicately in the chocolate coated ears of his. Somewhat hidden away behind a naked bush, he waited. Though he would not be able to see her until she also saw him, he knew that he was meant to break her bones and eat her heart. There was a whisper in his left ear speaking foreign words that he thought he should be able to understand. His gaze did not shift to take in the teethed form of decay next to him. He could smell the sulphur and knew where the abomination had come from. There was no disgust in his thoughts, for these were his allies; his minions and they led him to bloods platter.

A golden form was revealed and he did not waste a moment as the creature from hell let air whistle through its hollow and ruined throat. He knew how this creature had died because he had been the one to kill it back when it had still been a travelling soul on earth. Blue eyes locked on the female and his dark intention could not possibly be any more obvious than it currently was. Haku Soul intended to take a life tonight.

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Oh, but her smile had been so very pretty and now it was fleeing from her face faster than she could ever hope to flee from him. Had his face not already been twisted into a silent snarl it would have offered a horrible smile in return for the pretty one that so quickly had faded when she realized his intentions. Stepping backwards would not help her and when she turned to run it was too late and she would not be able to pick up her speed properly before it was too late. Optime was not for fleeing mode, and Secui was optimal for best possible speed. He followed, mind almost playful as a claw lashed out for the woman’s hip. They were so adorable when they started to hurt. He recognized her scent and though it was only fair play to rip a Lykoi relative away from Gabriel when Mew Sadira had been ripped away from Dahlia. This was not retaliation though; it was war and it was in war you were free to kill everything and everyone without guilt.

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Oh, lookie, he hit! A pleased snarl escaped between jagged fangs that wished they could have been close enough to rip into her and taste, taste that beautiful flesh of hers. While he easily gave into his feral ways, there was more consciousness within the beast now. It was important to make them suffer this time. Gabriel had though he could end it all simple like that, but he was so wrong it was hilarious. Haku would show him; would tear into this woman and hope it was a beloved relative that could give crimson to the Aquila’s golden eyes. Yes, yes, this was what the demon wanted. Horrors reached for him from all directions now – or perhaps they too trailed her and the new scented trail of fresh blood that she left behind as she still continued to run. No, this was not right. She had to crawl and plead for her insignificant life.

It would not take much additional power to truly catch her, but he did not want this to become that easy. He wanted to get more entertainment out of this. She would simply have to do better than this. Again a set of claws slashed out after her. Of course he aimed for the very same spot; hoping to further fill her with pain and perhaps even damage her muscle tissue if it was his day. She would fall and she would plead. They all would. Eventually.

Ugh, couldn't remember where else he was supposed to scar her, so feel free to place his attack wheeeereverrr it was supposed to be :o

He watched her body gracelessly trip and fall towards the hard forest floor. Red danced into the edges of his spectrum as he watched the red liquid pouring freely out from her hip. Soundless laughter shook him gently and he was over her in an instant – pushed her down again and pressed his weight against her gold and silver back. He was not ultimately satisfied, for she had not been the hardest prey he had caught. The large beast resisted the urge to dive into her hip and rip her fresh off her body. She was far from defenseless still and he had all the time in the world to pick her bones free of meat. In a quick move he let his raspy tongue stroke a golden ear and chuckled softly and thought of how to make this worse for her. He could always slowly tear her up. Nothing wrong with some old fashioned slaughter. ”Mmm, you taste just like your mother,” he purred out as he inhaled the scent that held enough of Gabriel and the one eyed woman to make him certain. A Lykoi should not be walking alone these dark times and he would show this lovely woman just why this was. His voice had been like a soft caress in the most delicate of tones, but now his lips withdrew from his worn canines and he struck out again to taste her flesh and rip through fur and skin.

alalal, let me know if you want anything changed.

He could almost feel the cold wave that hit the woman and he knew his words hit just where he hoped they would. He grinned triumphantly and dug into the lower part of the woman’s biceps. He would gnaw it clean, but decided to push things still further. All the time in the world – he had to remind himself of this fact. He recalled his night with Svara Thames and shivered in ecstasy. Once again he could ruin a body – only he was persistent on improving. Blood danced into his mouth and made the world sparkle with crimson around him and he twisted his jaws and pulled the arm slowly backwards and heard the loud crack when he abruptly twisted his head and brought the arm with him despite that the bone could not bend. The only solution for the bone was to crack in two and the man let go then, knowing well that he would have to be patient or else shock would get the best of his victim. It was important for the pretty to experience the pain before he went on. Crimson tongue stained his pink muzzle further as he licked his lips greedily. A paw with one fourth of his entire bodyweight crushed down on the broken spot of the woman’s arm that still was bended in its unnatural position. Oh, she would scream.

OMNOMNOM

Haku was a dark shadow no longer able to understand emotion. Usually. He knew he had evolved into a true monster by the sensation that drugged him when terrible things were done. She screamed, filling the air with a thousand weeping echoes revealing her despair. He felt joy and excitement when a normal individual would have found only disgust and terror. He had barely begun the process that eventually would involve tearing her apart alive, and already she screamed so beautifully. They all did eventually, but he had not been forced to make an effort to hear her pain. It was good to be reassured that he did his job well. Right now he loved this woman just as much as he had loved his beautiful, scarred Kaena Lykoi and he struck out for her arm again; aiming for the elbow to prove to the world that it could bend multiple ways.

NO OMNOMNOM? D:

Sound exploded – different from the hybrid’s delicious screams. Knives dug into his left shoulder and upper arm and the large secui gave out a surprised roar and turned abruptly to gaze at a hybrid standing at a distance – too far away to have hurt him. Ears flattened against fluffed up chocolate and cream pelt and he understood what had happened. The sensation of liquid dancing down to the earth could easily enchant him, but it was his own and the way the holes in his arm had been inflicted was worrying and he now recognized the object in the girl’s hands. The bullets had dug into skin and flesh and he could feel his body pound together with his heart; pushing nerves over the edge where metal now rested in the flesh. Lips pulled back and he sneered at the newcomer, though stepping off the weak Inferni hybrid. The beast within roared together with the outer, but he backed away now; knowing that metal bullets could do more than merely inflict pain. He could detect a small limp and realized that he actually was hurt. The coppery hybrid with the strange clothing let the gun drop and suddenly had a long blade in her hands – now storming towards him. Deadly flames danced in the Dahlian alpha’s eyes, because this was foul play and unacceptable. He turned and darted in the opposite direction, not at all curious of how it would be to feel the sharp metal dig into his skin. He was not finished, not at all. He would come back.