[M] Be Mine or You Will Burn

River

POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 3:16 pm

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The dark furred behemoth wandered about the region alone. It had been several days since the giant's inner demon had returned to it's slumber, the beast laying dormant somewhere just below the surface, coiling itself into a black pit of rot and decay around the man's soul, eating away at it until all that remained was a shell surrounding what had come to be thought of by many as a monster. The moon had gone through a complete cycle since the day that Greed had so kindly asked the male to leave, and since then, the beast had unleashed hell on earth, and tormented the mans soul. He was out of control, and he knew it, but he was so, desperately alone.

Wolves were social creatures, caring for and protecting the ones that were close to them, yet one way of another, the behemoth beast knew that he always had, and he always would, find himself alone. Perhaps his solitude was some sort of retribution from the gods for abandoning his birth pack and cursing his family name, or perhaps it was the sins he had committed while under the rule of his father, but one thing now was certain; that whatever the cause, the sins he had accumulated thus far would never be cleaned of him, lest his own blood be spilled. He knew it, deep down, and still something deep inside the dark pits of his heart urged him to live on, to keep pushing forward, to keep sinning. He wanted to ignore it.

He ventured as close to their territory claim as he dared, he knew where the patrol routs were and he stayed beyond those borders, but still he somehow felt like he was close to them. As the scarred up male wandered, one of the crystalline lakes came into view through the trees, and then, a silhouette, dark and light, shrouded in an energy that he knew apart from any other. River... The male spoke, his voice a relieved sigh as he breathed her name, wanting to get closer as he approached, his tail swaying slowly, wanting to finally have a moment with someone who he knew had cared about him, who he thought hadn't wanted him to leave.

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Nothing really matters to me.

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POSTED: Wed Aug 08, 2018 2:18 pm

Her days were spend in a shroud of darkness and uncertainty. The only comfort she found was in the darkness of the demon that embraced her and accepted her without question. She fed like a newborn from his dark energy and allowed it to fuel her desire and drive. She knew, at heart, that she couldn't keep depending him to lead the way. Their views on the world were growing different and they were growing apart. Where she once prided him, she now shunned him in times of overwhelming emotion and fear. His grasp was strong though, and he continued to inspire her with his darkness.

River spent a lot of time around The Order's camp, never entering, but simply roosting beyond their line of patrol. She watched as they interacted, longing to feel like part of something. They were her family. Her father no longer looked at her the way he once did. She knew Greed worried, but yet he did nothing to help her. How could he? She pushed him away every time. Still, she reached for anyone that might lend her the attention she acquired. It would always end up being the young Abaddon who did not fear her or push her away. He was curious about her and she the same to him. He knew about Kalfou, saw him, felt him, and still he would give her the time of day.

A long sigh drew from the stormy witches lips as she turned away from the camp. Her eyes landed on the large shadow of her behemoth in the distance, Lux. He stood farther away, hesitant to come close, and for good reason. If The Order saw him here, there's no doubt he would cause a riot. River walked to meet him, hips and tail swaying gently as she did so. It was comforting to see him, as he was now, his demon laying dormant for the time being. Lux... She breathed when he was in arm's reach, and she let herself fall against his strong mid section. They make it hard to live. She stated simply, knowing he would understand the struggle all the same. Seeing them continue life, happy and smiling, made it hard to live alone. She knew they hated her. River nuzzled her self into him, breathing in the comforting scent of blood off his form.

We should go, before they see you. Her head lifted, and mismatched eyes gazed up at him, pleading. She wasn't ready for him to go. She'd help keep him away for as long as she could, trying to save him from their righteous blades.
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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 3:23 pm

The dark beast lingered at the edge of a clearing, always now on the outside, ever looking in. The place with which his attention lay was a camp, full of old friends, those who had loved him once, those who still did, his loyal son, and those who had always despised the beast for his nature. It was a bittersweet mix, and knowing that those who now despised him held the power over those who needed their protection made it all the more painful for him.

After all, the man who now stood in control of the demon that resided deep within himself felt that in some twisted way, his condemned soul was innocent. After all, it hadn't been him who had killed all those people, yet he still payed for it, and he knew that even his son, who lived in the camp, was not immune to the sins of the father.

But none of that would stop him from lingering, from pining from the outside for those that he deeply missed. The man, even in his injured, scarred state, was strong of body, though his mind was in shambles, even as the one he now watched had spotted him, and approached with the same poise that the demon had known her to possess, slender body swaying tantalizingly as she moved towards him, her dark energy crackling like static through the fur of his slumbering demons as she reached out to touch him. As she did though, large scabbed hands caked with his own dried blood moved to encircle her graceful form, and he pulled her against him. "You're right." He replied in a solemn tone.

The wolf very much knew, even in his sickened mind, that the blade of justice demanded retribution be paid in his blood. "Let's go somewhere." He smiled at her, not the malicious, twisted grin of someone reveling in the pain and torment that drove their lives, but one of a sad man with nothing left to lose save his own life. He drew a hand towards her hip, letting the over large appendage rest there as he turned, and they moved deeper into the woods, where the eyes of judgement would not find them.
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