[M] Dim as an Ember

Aidan

POSTED: Sun Jul 29, 2018 4:36 am

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.


The sky was black, devoid of the face of the moon that normally shown down upon them, only the glistening of a few stars in the sky leaving it possible to distinguish the tops of the trees from the air itself, a sort of inky blackness hanging over the land that the beast of shadow thrived in. But tonight, the beast slept, somehow once more locked dormant in the mind of the man who housed it, ready to break out at any time again, or so he feared. The man had committed unspeakable acts, acts that swam around and poisoned his waking mind, and yet nothing he did could erase these memories.

And Lux was tired. By scent and sound, the black wolf had found his way to the ruins of Halifax in the darkness, looking for a place to rest in solitude, somewhere where the prying eyes of the forest could no longer gaze upon him during his sleepless nights as he lay awake recalling the things he had done wrong in his life, and there were too many to count. And so the wolf resigned himself to a night on cold tile floors with bits of debris his only company.

Entering one of the buildings, there was a sudden sound, and large black hands drew up on instinct, ready to fight whatever adversary awaited him here. The two males collided, trading blows in the darkness like thieves in the night, trying to do what would put themselves at an advantage in the situation, the chance meeting in the night was to end poorly. A silvery flash in the darkness spoke of danger for the unarmed beast, a blade was in the hand of his opponent, and without wasting time, the wolf drew his arm back and struck the blade away from himself, sending the steel instrument skidding across the floor.

The dark behemoth struck the stranger in his ribs then once he'd disarmed him, and something within the male drove him to take action, an enormous paw lashing out he would grasp at the neck of the strange luperci, his hand threatening to crush the windpipe of the sputtering loner.
Lux Einar

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POSTED: Wed Aug 01, 2018 4:31 pm

The life of a loner is a tough one, no one to rely on, or to curl up with late at night. Of course, life within Anethama had been far harder. Aidan was a capable hunter, and necessity had bred a survivor. The ruined building was on the fringes of the ruined human settlement, shelter from the cooler breezes of a summer night, dry and did not hold the smell of prey or a recent inhabitant. So, the Massacre male had found a defensible corner and settled down for the night, allowing a light but dreamless sleep to overtake him, his hand wrapped around the hilt of his dagger.

It wasn’t a sound that woke him, but the absence of it. The sound of the wind across the doorway was quite specific and the hulking silhouette that stood there had changed the sound. Of course, to call it a silhouette was to exaggerate the amount of light that there was, but Aidan’s eyes, ears and nose fed him the picture of the outline. Asleep only a moment before, he was fully awake in an instant and knowing that his exit was blocked, by an opponent that was considerably larger, if not in height, then certainly in breadth. With the light-footed ease, of someone who was always wary of waking their family, Aidan moved into position and counting out his heartbeats, he leapt.

So many story tellers talk about great battles with heroes and villains. The expound on the sound of battle, the growls and insults. A real fight though, one where the combatants have no use for intimidation and are simply determined to survive or defeat their enemy, are surprisingly quiet. Aside from the occasion thump of bone on flesh, or perhaps the skittering of claws on paving as each combatant seeks to gain a better grip. Doubtless to an observer it looks like a fast-paced dance, and might even be something very beautiful, the constant thrust and riposte, of course if you’re in the thick of it, it’s a constant desire to stay one step ahead of your opponent. It was clear to Aidan that this intruder was a competent fighter, and one who was stronger than him, of course, Aidan was faster, and each swing found the Massacre male somewhere else. Aidan used his quickness to score a slash down the other luperci’s arm. An instant later the scent of blood filled the room, obliterating almost everything else in his nostrils. A moment after that, Aidan’s knife was knocked from his hand. It clattered to the ground, skidding away as though possessed of a mind of its own. The loss of his weapon meant the Luperci had to recalculate. In that moment, the behemoth’s fist struck Aidan’s ribs, bruised from a previous encounter. Aidan rolled with the blow, and he did his best to stifle the yip of pain that bubbled in his throat, giving away that noise would just be invitation to focus on such a vulnerability. More bad luck came in the form of the behemoth reaching out and clamping a paw around his throat. Before his opponent could settle a good grip though, the Massacre male dug his claws into the gash he’d caused, the other’s hand spasmed and released him. All of these things happened in seconds, but fights were rarely long and protracted.

Aidan’s world went white with pain, and his muscles locked for a fraction of an instant. The brute before him had landed a far more solid blow to his wounded ribs, and while Aidan was no stranger to pain, it had been so shocking a thing, and so exquisite, that his body had been unable to do anything but reel. A reaction that cost him, while he did his best, the large male reasserted a grip around Aidan’s throat, and this was a farm firmer thing, but Aidan, never one to fight for anything except survival, wrapped his own trophy. He anchored a good grip around his enemy’s genitals, squeezing gently, but firmly enough to let the other know it could be a lot harder.

”Let go.”

Aidan breathed, his tone bland, there was no fear or anger there, just a calm instruction.

”You may kill me, but not soon enough for me to tear your manhood from you.”

Aidan’s grip encompassed the other’s shaft and stones, and he knew he possessed the strength to rip them from his opponent and let the other bleed to death. With the other’s scent so close to him, Aidan realised something.

”You are from Anathema.”

While his tone was still bland, there was a vague note of surprise there.
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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 3:30 pm

The dance that they had shared was that of balance, dark and light, push and pull, give and take. The unyielding struggle between a survivor, and a killer. When two such forces of nature would meet, what was there to come to but a stalemate?

The dark behemoth had entered the building with no intention of anything but to find a place to rest the night, but there were scents and sounds in the pitch space that put him on his guard, scuffling, and then they were fighting. Someone in the darkness came at him, and he came at the person in the darkness. The fact that they were smaller than the dark giant was no surprise to him, but this one was fast, nimble in the darkness. Lux had managed to get a hit on the strangers midsection and reached for him again, only to feel a pain like hot coals raking up his arm, and the beast man hissed from between clenched teeth.

Enraged, Lux lashed out at the dimmest silver gleam between them and his hand struck the strangers, the clattering of metal on stone a satisfying resolution to that situation, and the wolf would celebrate that victory, gripping the other's throat between the fingers of his injured arm. The sensation of claws driving themselves into a preconceived wound had the wolf's arm spasming and his hand released, only to pull back and ball into a fist, to be driven home into the coyotes ribs once more, a solid thump being the accompanying soundtrack before Lux reached back out with his good arm to grab his neck, and he squeezed.

Victory was assuredly in his grasp, but his squeezing faltered and relaxed as something quite vital to the dark wolfdog was taken into the other man's own grip, and he swallowed hard, but pride refused to have him be the first to let go. "Tchh... You rip my junk off you die." he clicked his tongue in an indignant fashion, his ears going back in the darkness, though invisible to the other. It wasn't until the stranger had spoken his next piece that Lux fully relaxed his grip. He inhaled through his nose, thinking back to that time in his life, and he huffed. "One of Charlie's brood."
Lux Einar

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