[M] - All Your Demons Are Rattling Chains

POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 8:50 am

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ooc: first post in probably a year xD Set in Veri/Rurik's house, evening time.
Rurik Ivanov
Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure degradation
Take a look, and you'll see, into your perdition

He snapped back into consciousness with a start. He could feel a softness under him: his couch. Familiar smells surrounded him: his and his mate's home, and their children. He left his eyes closed for now, content to linger in the in-between, the just-after of a bad dream where one can figure out that it was just a bad dream. He'd had another nightmare, though this one was closer to one of his night-terrors that he had been plagued with some many years ago. He began to drift off again, but a sound stopped him. A knife against wood, the sound of chopping. Chopping. Chopping meat, the wet sound as the knife carved it's way through. The crunch of bone, the smell of blood from a fresh kill. He felt it slip, but he couldn't stop his reality from shifting.

He could feel a softness under him: his hay pile. Familiar smells surrounded him: the smell of shit and fear and bloody unwated sex. This time, he did open his eyes. He could see the inside of his cell, the stones shone with moisture in the torch light. There was no way this could be real. It had to be a hallucination. A night-terror. He sat up on his hay pile and looked around. He knew he was sitting in his house, not back at Camp Black. He knew it because he could remember the past how ever many years. How many years had it been since he'd escaped? How many? His fear started to rise. He couldn't remember how long he'd been free, the information was fading just like a dream. He he dreamed his freedom? Was it all just a cruel joke? He couuld feel the beginning of a panic attack starting in his chest.

Something out of the corner of his eye made him snap his head and look toward the door to his cell. Someone had left it open. The idiot. He watched the tip of a scraggly black tail disappear around the corner, causing a low growl to edge it's way out of him. He wouldn't get a chance like this again. If he could kill his handler, he could escape this hell hole and make his way back to Casa. He crept out of the open door to his cell and turned where he saw the tail tip disappear, and was a little confused at what he saw at first: Warrick standing at the end of a short hallway, knife in hand, back turned, cutting away at a lump of something. He didn't think to much about it, about how the holding pens hadn't been laid out quite like that. There had been a longer hallway and at least 3 guards at all times. He kept up behind his primary tormentor, close enough that he would feel Rurik's hot breath on their neck. The russian was ready for a fight, but Warrick simply stayed where he was, unmoving, chopping away. He let his hands slowly wrap around the other's belly, like one might embrace a lover as they cooked. Then, as quick as a snake, his hands went for the throat and the knife hand, pinning the blade to the stone and digging his claws into the soft flesh around the airway. "I love the way your scar looks on you. I only wish I'd been able to rip out your eye the first time. Oh well, your throat will do just as well. Goodbye Warrick."

We'll begin, with your sin, traveling in the world of your own depreciation
What we see will deny you your salvation
Last edited by Rurik Ivanov on Thu Aug 30, 2018 10:49 pm, edited 5 times in total.
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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 9:57 am

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⟿ Date: 11th Aug
⟿ Time: Evening
⟿ Form: Optime

Though her body might have been present, doing her duty of making a meal for the family that resided in the rest of the house, her thoughts could not have been further away. Just recently passed, Iorek had come home to Casa's border with wounds that should have dropped him dead long before reached their territory. It truly had been a miracle of Fenris he'd made it far enough to be spotted by a patrol.

Everyone that'd been close enough, of course, had rushed to heed the call, although it wasn't until Honrin's secondary call, increasing the urgency for help, did those on their way truly understand the severity. Since the mad rush of getting his bulk into the safety of the Fort and tending to his wounds as quickly as possibly, the pacifist beast had rarely been left alone for more than a few moments at a time on any given day.

It'd taken the skin of Iorek's teeth to hold onto life for a while, and every scrap of healing knowledge that Veri, Morty, and Remus could pile in on the effort. Even now, when she knew the beast simply lay resting, her skin itched with the desire to go check on him, despite the fact he was, for the most part, out of the woods.

She'd been shooed home by her fellow Medicine Master, Morty, on the orders to relax and take care of her own family, if only for that night. When she'd finally returned to the little house her family lived within, she'd found Rurik asleep on the couch and Alaric doodling in his parchment book in a pile of furs on the floor. She'd seen no sign of Mercy or Rumpa, but she hadn't peeked in to their bedroom to check for their presence.

So it wasn't a surprise that she didn't hear the quiet footfalls of an Optime canine as it approached her from behind. Not until, that is, dark arms slid around her abdomen in a lover's embrace. Her lips softened into a smile at the corners, her thoughts halting down the spiral of worry for her patient they'd been on and shifting towards more affectionate things.

So, she felt doubly confused when those soft hands turned into clamps of hard, sharp iron that pinned the hand which held her bowie knife, that she'd been using to cook, to the countertop, whilst the other made a cage with its claws around her airway. Veri didn't have long to speculate, as her mate began to speak in her ear, his voice in a darker tone that she'd only ever heard from him less than a handful of times.

The Medic held completely still in his grasp, her muscles relaxed so he didn't think she would try to attack him. It was either that, or she would fall into a panic attack too, having not been held in this way since her days with Solomon. It brought the memories clawing back from the depths she'd banished them to after his death. Slowly, she swallowed in an attempt to wet her mouth for speaking.

Rurik. Rurik, babe, it's me. It's Veri. Veri Secanti. Your mate. There's no Warrick here. she told him this in as calm a voice as she could manage, restraining her instinct to pant in distress. She also didn't want Alaric to become alarmed and try to investigate if he heard his parents talking too loudly in tones the boy had never heard from them before.


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POSTED: Thu Aug 23, 2018 6:02 am

Rurik Ivanov
Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure degradation
Take a look, and you'll see, into your perdition

The voice that came from Warrick's maw didn't match the sadistic male at all. It stopped his claws short of ripping out his handler's throat. He knew that name, but from where? Hadn't he heard it in a dream? A dream he had just woken up from; one that lasted a lifetime and more. His grip on Warrick's throat lessened as he tried to clear the sudden fog of confusion that had entered his thoughts. It wasn't possible, Warrick shouldn't know that name. Why did thinking that Warrick knew that name 'Veri' enrage him so much?

He let go of the coal black male and staggered back, clutching his head. 'Veri' echoing through his thoughts almost painfully loud. "No! No no no! You're not Veri! You can't be! he shouted at the floor, unable to look at the black and cream colored female in front of him. His mate handler, his lover master.

His head felt like it was going to split open from the pain, like something was trying to claw it's way out from the inside. He let out a pained yell, gripping his head tighter to try and keep himself together. How do you know that name, Warrick?! Where did you hear it?! Tell me! He screamed at the floor again, staggering back until he hit the wall. He wasn't really expecting an answer.

When he spoke again, his voice was a whisper,almost a mumble, and shaking with fear. "I don't know. I'm sorry. Don't hurt me again. I don't know where I am. Please stop hurting me. Make it stop. I wanna go home. Please." He looked up, his eyes unfocused and flowing with tears. The images shifting before his eyes made no sense. Kitchen, holding cells, Warrick, Veri, Camp Black, Casa, dream, reality. He couldn't tell what was what, and the searing pain in his head wasn't helping. He looked down again and shouted, hard enough that his voice broke, and loud enough that half the pack camp probably heard it. He needed to get out, that's what he'd always needed to stay safe. He needed to run.

He took off like a shot toward the door to their house the holding cells without really knowing where he was going. He smashed into the door, opened it with fumbling paws, and was outside before he knew it. Once there, he took off in what ever direction his feet decided to take him. He wasn't in control any more, and at this point was beginning to wonder if he ever had been.

We'll begin, with your sin, traveling in the world of your own depreciation
What we see will deny you your salvation
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POSTED: Sun Aug 26, 2018 6:15 am

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⟿ Date: 11th Aug
⟿ Time: Evening
⟿ Form: Optime

Rather than help ground him into the here and now, the mention of her name only seemed to further agitate and rile Rurik into his thrown back state of mind. His grip on her throat first loosened before dropping completely as her mate staggered backward, clutching at his head as though it pained him.

He shouted to the floor his denial, refusing to believe she was Veri, but by the way he acted, Rurik didn't see her as she was, and she knew that feeling all too well. Her ears pressed backward to her skull from his pained yell, her fingers itching to reach forward and ease whatever pain he felt, but that kind of gesture would likely lead to her mate striking out instinctually.

He screamed at the floor again, staggering further back until he hit the wall by the kitchen door. He hadn't apparently expected an answer, for he immediately launched into a ramble of painfully whispered apologies and pleas. When he looked up, the unfocused sight of his eyes made her heart ache, and her own mismatched blue orbs stung with tears to mirror his.

He broke the contact to look down at the floor again, a shout rising from his throat that caused his voice to actually break from its intensity, loud enough that most within the Fort's walls would have most likely heard it.

He turned, she knew, to run, his feet carrying him so he crashed into the front door before fumbling to wrench it open with his paws and free him from the confines of the house. She let him go, only rushing into the living room to find Alaric standing with his hackles ruffled up from the stress of hearing his father shout.

Don't worry sweetie, your father just had a bad dream that he's finding hard to wake up from. He's scared that you and I aren't real and he's been thrown back into a dark time that happened in his past. Stay here baby, I'm gonna go find him and make sure he's okay. he gave a nod to her instructions, eyes still wide and slightly watery, but she had to trust her youngest son would be alright.

Why don't you go find Damon and get him to help finishing up dinner. giving him a task would help Alaric not focus so strongly on his dad, and give her more time to find her mate. He gave another nod, after which Veri bolted out the front door and followed in the wake of Rurik's panicked flight. A few curious faces watched from the sidelines, she didn't take note specifically of who, but she waved off any who seemed too curious or intent on helping her chase Rurik; extra bodies were the last thing he needed to calm down.

She waved at Howland, currently standing watch, to let her mate by without stopping him. She didn't stop to explain as she, too, bolted through the gates, trailing behind Rurik enough so he wouldn't feel hunted by her presence, but enough that she could keep tabs on the general direction he chose to take, wherever that might be.

She waited until they'd left all sign of their packmates behind, so it were only the two of them alone in the woods, still within the pack territory, to increase her speed and start catching up to him through the trees. Rurik...Rurik please...baby....don't leave me... she cried out, her voice softened to a tone she generally kept reserved for her mate or their children, hoping to call to the part of him that still recognized her.

As much as she wanted to, she didn't try to encroach on his space any further, didn't try to overtake or tackle him. If he stopped and faced her it would be his choice, something she knew he'd had very little of back in those days. Something he treasured and fought viciously for if it were threatened.


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POSTED: Wed Sep 05, 2018 4:35 pm

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Rurik Ivanov
Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure degradation
Take a look, and you'll see, into your perdition

He ran as fast as his feet could carry him, the confused faces of his packmates captors going by in a hazy blur. He blew past Howland Endoran who was standing watch at the gate with barely a glance. He didn't know where he was going, just that he needed to get there.

He ran deep into the woods, but didn't leave Casa's territorial bounds. Occasionally he would turn one way or another, seemingly at random, as if to throw off any would-be pursers. He only stopped when his vision began to dull at the edges from exertion. Leaned against a tree and panting heavily, he tried to gather himself and sort through what he knew was real and what wasn't.

Casa and Camp Black were both real. He knew that, he could feel it in his bones. Veri and Warrick were both real, he'd been touched enough by both that he could still feel their paws on him in various places, and some of those places were the same. Why then, couldn't he figure out where he was right now? Which reality was he living?

He could hear someone calling his name in the distance, as well as the echoing howl of a hunting party. The woods around him were flickering between early sunset and the blackness of night. He felt torn, as if he were living in two places at once. He needed to figure out which when he was in, and decide his next move from there. He was still high on panic though, and every sense he had was screaming for him to run as far away as he could, but where he wanted to run to seemed to be behind him. A bolt of pain lanced through his skull again, nearly putting him on his ass. It only served to make it harder for him to concentrate. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and put his hands against his head, bending over and whimpering in pain. The red-hot feeling didn't subside, and soon his whimper grew into a single long howling scream, laced with all of his confusion, hate, and pain. It was a cry for help, from anyone.

We'll begin, with your sin, traveling in the world of your own depreciation
What we see will deny you your salvation
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POSTED: Sat Sep 15, 2018 7:32 am

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⟿ Date: 11th Aug
⟿ Time: Evening
⟿ Form: Optime

For the seemingly drunk he allowed everyone to view him as, her mate hadn't slacked off in his physique or his training. Anyone that tried to fight him, even in an outwardly unstable state from alcohol or a joint, would get an abrupt, up close front seat to what he could do when he applied himself.

Coupled with the adrenaline from his panic, and Rurik had her trekking across half of the territory by the time the exertion caught up to him and forced him to pause for breath. He might have even continued on had he been any deeper in his past.

Despite this, no matter which way he turned, or how he twisted, Veri would always be right there, tracking his direction with only one thought in mind; keep him safe, bring him home. This wasn't a blackout, or at least not a full one, a form that occurred when a night terror hit too close to home or something reminded him of the past just a bit too strongly. It could also happen if one of his family were threatened, as it had during the Syndicate conflict.

No, if it were a full blackout someone would have been dead already. Most likely her. He wouldn't have paused to trade triumphant words or torment whoever Warrick was, his claws would have slashed her throat and been done with it. Only after, when she'd been on the ground bleeding out from the fatal wound, would he have leered over her in victory. Just because he blacked out didn't mean his skill decreased by any margin.

If anything he became more lethal; a wolf fighting for its very life is arguably a much more dangerous opponent than one protecting someone else's. It depended on who you asked, or maybe they were the same ferocity only with different goals.

So when her mate stopped, she did too, but several feet away that would require him to run or leap at her if he got pushed into attack mode again, something she could dodge. His hands lifted to cup either side of his head, his body being bent at the waist as if pressed down by a heavy load.

His whimper brought tears to her eyes all over again, a sting that only grew and spilled over across her cheeks rapidly as the pained little sounds grew into a shout, then into a wail. It lifted into a scream, one that echoed across the territory and begged for some kind of help. A desperate cry for relief, a plea for liberation.

His answer came in a bolt of cream fur as she closed the distant between them. Safety be damned, she could not listen to his agony and do nothing but stand there, it simply was not in her blood to do so.

Veri's arms closed around his shoulders, holding his back snug to her chest, her heart beating a wild tempo against his shoulder blade. She tucked her muzzle close to his neck, rubbing her scent into him as her hair spilled across her shoulder to create a curtain affect on one side of their heads, perhaps even giving him more of her scent, of the pack's.

She held on for all of her worth, not saying a word, simply offering her embrace as an escape for his shattered mind to reconfigure itself into the present. She'd continue to do so for as long as he needed, no recompense required; she would hold him together until Fenris himself sputtered and went out.


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POSTED: Sun Sep 16, 2018 6:50 am

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Rurik Ivanov
Come with me, and you'll be, in a world of pure degradation
Take a look, and you'll see, into your perdition

The searing pain seemed to last forever. It didn't grow, but it didn't shrink either. It simply remained where it was, burning his mind from the inside out. To him it felt like it lasted a lifetime, but in reality it was only a few seconds before a near sensation made itself known.

The suddenness of it made him want to pull away out of fear, but the pain lancing through his head prevented even that. If he were in his past, he was as good as caught. It took him a moment to realize that there was another heat now, but it wasn't burning like the one in his head. This one was gentle and comforting; a tight but loving embrace. The pain began to ebb.

Before the fall of man it was know that scent was one of the strongest senses. It was often the first to return upon waking from sleep or unconsciousness. A human's nose, though not as sensitive as a wolf's, could pick up even the slightest variation in scents, such as the difference between an electrical or cooking fire. One could remember scents they smelled in their youth when they were an elder, and that smell could bring on a plethora of memories. Rurik would have no way of knowing any of this, of course, but he did learn that the power of scent is enough to chase away even the darkest of demons.

As soon as Veri's familiar scent reached his nose the pain lancing through his head all but faded to a whisper, and he knew where and when he was. The added scent of his home, of Casa, only cemented that knowledge for him. The pain was only an echo now. His heart was slowing to it's normal pace. His panic was receding. He wasn't back at Camp Black, he was home, with his love, as he had always been. How had he thought otherwise? He felt foolish now, foolish and ashamed. He should be able to control himself better than this. He should know what is real and what isn't. It was just like when he'd returned the first time, when he'd attacked Sebastian and Jazper. What if he had attacked Veri? Or Alaric. The thought made his blood run cold.

He straightened a little, his head hanging down. He put his paws up and rested them on Veri's, rubbing a thumb over the back of her paw gently. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse from the scream he'd let out. "Veri. I'm sorry."

We'll begin, with your sin, traveling in the world of your own depreciation
What we see will deny you your salvation
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POSTED: Sun Sep 16, 2018 10:10 pm

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⟿ Date: 11th Aug
⟿ Time: Evening
⟿ Form: Optime

The change came over him gradually, first in a relaxation of his shoulders beneath her chest that eased the rapid beating of her heart from its wild battering ram tempo against her ribs. In that moment, she knew he'd come back enough to know his surroundings, to know her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

It may have been risky to get close as she'd done, perhaps, but it'd proven to be worth it in the end. Veri would always go out of her way to make sure he'd come home at the end of the day.

Her mate straightened from his bent over, hunched position, though his head remained hung in...in shame? Grief squeezed its talons in her heart. His touch to her paw, the ever so gentle back and forth of his thumb pad on the back of her hand, made her throat tighten.

He'd suffered so much in the past, and yet he'd found such happiness here, with her. With their son. Their whole family. Why couldn't his dreams give him a respite?

His voice croaked across her ears, broken and cracked from the force of his outcry of pain. He spoke her name first, only her name. The next thing from his lips were the words of an apology. Her arms tightened around him. Did he think she was angry?

No. No, you don't apologize to me, she murmured into the fur on his neck. You don't ever need to apologize. Not to me. Never to me. You got that?

Veri released him, but only long enough to circle around so she stood before him and could catch his muzzle between her fingers, lift his face up to see her expression, and caress his cheeks with her thumbs.

I know, Rurik. I may have only had one demon, and in comparison to yours it pales to almost nothing, but I know the fear of waking up to realize what I have, now, is the dream, and the horror is the reality.

Tears had pooled at the edge of her eyes, turning them into two separate hues of blue pools. She lifted a hand from his cheek to thread it through the hair that'd fallen across his scarred red eye, trying to convey all that she felt in touch alone, because the words had caught in her throat and couldn't escape.

I love you, Rurik Ivanov. For better or for worse. You're stuck with me, and no phantom will ever change that. her fingers slid down his face to snake around his torso, hugging the darker furred male close to her and clinging to him.

She needed him just as much as he needed her, now.


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