[M] Come have a taste, you deserve it

[p. Teagan]

POSTED: Sat Apr 06, 2019 9:20 pm

WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

Cidro didn’t like the nighttime. It was cold, for one. Even pleasant summer days that tickled his skin in sunny streams grew bitter when the sun dipped from the sky. He just wasn’t built for this kind of weather— frail frames and thin fur were poor defences against frosty air. In the Court, Cidro had a mountain of covers and pillows to bury himself under. But the Court had fallen, and his blankets hadn’t come with him to Casa. The medic bed was cold and empty without them, but he wondered if it would feel much different if they were here. After all, frigid nights weren’t the only things that made him tremble after dark.

Sleep was always the most dreaded part of nighttime. It was a rare and miraculous thing, but always stilted and abrupt— cut short by trauma-infused nightmares that had him sobbing and clawing his way to consciousness. These days, it was the only way he knew how to sleep. They made him stay up to odd hours, crying into his pillow and forcing himself to stay awake. Exhaustion beat nightmares, he supposed. But one can only stay away for so long.

In his dreams, the men would find him. It wasn’t that they didn’t find him in his waking hours, but his dreams could warp them into something much more sinister than reality— mixing memories both old and new into some impossible, horrific medley tailor-made for his suffering.

Tonight started with an old one— a wolfish man from Portland mouthing along his neck, speaking in a tongue he didn’t understand. When his mother came in to slap the wolf, to pick Cidro up and shove him back in the attic where he’d be left alone, the memory took a different turn. As his mother stalked towards him, he quickly recognized the sound of eight footpads striding towards her, the familiar clicking of their jaws as they lunged for her shoulder, her leg— whatever the could grab. When she screamed, it wasn’t her voice, but his own. It was his attack back in January, but he was listening to it from outside himself, frozen in this stranger's arms.

He listened to himself be mauled and gored for what felt like hours, Cedric never coming in to save him. The man behind him grew bulkier, his voice shifting to something darker and familiar— Barracuda. He wanted to scream, but his voice wouldn’t allow him. The him that was screaming, the one being gored, his voice switched to a woman’s voice— one he couldn’t quite place at first because he’d never heard her scream before. But he would know his mamá anywhere. He listened in agony as Paloma was mauled before him, Barracuda’s sadistic laugh rumbling in his ear.

Bitch got what she deserved.

The man’s voice was so loud against his ear, making it impossible to miss a single word.

Now how ‘bout you, huh?

Suddenly, his child body started to lengthen and grow into his adult form, the scars from his torture carving themselves into his skin. The man leaned up to whisper in Cidro’s ear, but before he could speak, his body shifted into someone else, a soft muzzle pushed into the hollow of his neck instead of the short, wide snout that was once in its place. Cedric’s body filled out around him, but it held him closer than it usually would, dragging his hands where he’d never dare. Cedric reached up a finger to trace the word on Cidro’s chest, but when he spoke, it was through Barracuda’s voice.

Let’s see if you’re a man of your word, whore.

Cidro woke screaming.

608 words.

Last edited by Cidro Amato de la Peña on Sun May 19, 2019 2:01 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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POSTED: Sun Apr 14, 2019 11:26 pm

Optime | Fort Kingsbury (Courthouse) | Dated: Late March; night (+620)


She had been working late that night. News of the Court and its demise had reached Casa di Cavalieri a few days prior with the arrival of Hibiki and a heavily injured boy around Cedric and Nora’s age. It had been a shock to everyone, the War Lord included. Their ally had not made any plea to the knights, had not made a call for help in their hour of need. It was frustrating. The Cavaliers were not mind readers, and they couldn’t act when they were kept in the dark. Had it been pride that had kept the Courtiers silent? Or had they been unable to get a message out? There were a few possibilities, though, none of which mattered now. The Court was gone, and the packs within the realm grew ever smaller.

Teagan sighed as she read over the notes over the day’s patrols. Nothing of nefarious note had been reported. She wished she had been there when the ex-Sapien blacksmith had arrived. She would have asked him more questions regarding what had happened to his new—and now destroyed, she supposed—home. He was gone though, and the young man that the Cavaliers had taken in was in no shape to be questioned about such horrors from what she’d heard. Teagan shook her head. With any luck, the Cavaliers would not have to deal with whatever had brought down the Court.

The War Lord stood, blowing out the candle that she had been working under in that dark hour. She might as well head home. There was nothing more she could do that night. She maneuvered her way around her desk, her footsteps soft and light as she crossed over to the door to her office. Though moonlight filtered into the Courthouse, it was almost unnecessary for the War Lord who had practically memorized the floorplan since her youthful days.

Down the stairs she went, and she had nearly made her way out of the building completely when a soft cry reached her mismatched ears. The fragile sound caused the Stryder to still with her hand on the handle of the main door. She glanced over her shoulder. Her breath was quieted and her eyes were sharp as she tried to see if the sound would come again. It didn’t come, but, just as she made to leave a second time, a muffled, terrified scream made her lips curl in a snarl. She turned immediately, her claws scratching against the floor as she charged towards the direction of the scream; one of the patient rooms connected to the Medico office.

Surely, an intruder had not been able to make it this far into Cavalier territory? The thought of another Raine amongst their number was too disgusting for the Stryder to even consider as a possibility.

She forced open the door, and had a hand already on the pommel of her sword as she shouldered the door open the rest of the way. Her cold, canary eyes swept over the room, searching for signs of a creature that didn’t belong there. It was vacant though, absent of any life save for that Courtier yearling. The hand on her sword relaxed, and Teagan made her way quickly over to stand beside the ebony-haired male’s bedside when she realized what had likely happened.

“Easy, Courtier, you’re safe here,” she reassured. “It was just a nightmare.” Though she intended to comfort the scared teenager, Teagan had never been known for her softer side. Her words lacked the warmth that a mother’s might, though she had tried to comfort him, as much as a she could anyway to a stranger.

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POSTED: Mon Apr 22, 2019 10:13 pm

He thrashed violently, springing up from his mattress and wheeling back into the wall. He wheezed at the force of it, his already short breath knocked out of him at the contact. The strange woman’s words registered somewhere in the hazy, dreamy part of his mind, his consciousness still stuck somewhere between awake and asleep.

But Cedric, he…

His voice sounded wild and panicked, eyes blown wide to match. A nightmare? But then why were those hands…

Ah—

He tuned into his surroundings. The hands weren’t there anymore— he was on a mattress. The Medico Bay, then? Oh god… it was probably still nighttime, wasn’t it? Had he woken someone?

He reached down to grasp Cedric’s vest in comfort, but it must have fallen off in his thrashing. His chest was bare, oh god… he needed to cover it. He reached down and yanked the covers up harshly, ducking his head down in shame.

I’m sorry, I— it’s…

It was just a nightmare, plenty of people had nightmares. There was no reason to comfort him when so many were probably going through the exact same thing. It was just a nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

It’s… just a nightmare.

But it wasn’t that simple, was it? Nightmares weren’t just nightmares when they came with scars to match.

218 words. (;﹏;)

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Sorry for the huge delay. I haven’t had the muse for Teagan or Ragna this month @___@

Cedric? Her brows furrowed at her youngest brother’s name. What did her brother have to do with this young man? Had they even met before? The idea wasn’t an impossible one, after all, the Court had been close and had been allies with Casa di Cavalieri before its sudden demise. Still, it bothered her that the young Stryder’s name would fall from this stranger’s lips after he’d woken from a particularly violent looking—and sounding—nightmare.

She wordlessly let the yearling gain his bearings. It probably wasn’t easy, waking up from something so traumatic, to be a place that wasn’t familiar to him. As she watched him carefully though, she couldn’t help but to notice the rather…blank stare he had. In the darkness, she couldn’t see much in regards to finer details, but, his eyes…they looked…clouded? He didn’t try to look around the room like someone might after waking up from a nightmare. Instead, he twitched his ears. It was strange, and Teagan forced herself to look away from what she knew was an intense stare. She didn’t want to be rude to the troubled ex-Courtier.

It was as she looked elsewhere, however, that she noticed what was written—carved—on the young man’s chest. The sight of it made her do a double-take, and she felt every muscle in her suddenly stiffen at the sight of the word that was carved in crudely into his flesh. It brought back a flashback of her own youth, of her trip with Indi, of the incident that had very nearly ended her life.

The Recruit hastily tried to cover the injury up, but, Teagan had already seen what was there. “Who…who did that to you?” She asked in a stiff whisper. She swallowed, her breath quivering despite trying to push down the sudden swarm of emotions that threatened to break through her stoic mask. “Was it a dog? One with long ears and a droopy face?” She had killed him. She had killed him with her own hands. There was no way that he was alive…was there?

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