[M] - Bloody Conquest

[p] - Lucia

POSTED: Sun Aug 12, 2018 7:00 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.


Aidan stood, his back leaning against a tree, hidden within the empty woods. His pelt was soaked in blood in various states of drying. As he shifted, part of his grizzly covering would glisten wetly while others were dry, creating great clumps of matted fur. The Massacre youth had done his best to cover himself in pungent smelling objects he had found, trying to hide the scent of blood, and for the most part, he’d managed it, but nothing could ever truly stamp out the iron scent that made the hairs on any predator’s neck stand on end.

The fight had been brutal, fast and utterly unexpected, or at least as unexpected as fights ever were to Aidan. Several loners, the coyote was unsure exactly possibly four possibly six, demanded he give them his food. Clearly, they’d never heard of Anathema. Seeing the signs of escalation, and realising he was outnumbered, Aidan had stabbed the leader through the neck, with such force he had felt his knife scrape against vertebrae. After that, there was a moment of stunned confusion on the part of the attackers, but Aidan was not shocked or surprised, giving him precious seconds to press his advantage. It had been hard though, and Aidan was spent, his body scratched and bruised, but alive. In his right hand he still gripped the night, holding it so tightly he could feel the hilt digging viciously into his palm, but if his blood slickened hand had lost him the weapon, he would never have survived the encounter. To an onlooker it might seem strange that despite all of the blood, the blade of Aidan’s knife was clean. The Massacre youth had licked off every scrap of his enemies’ blood, lapping it greedily and filled with a vague sense of accomplishment.

Aidan lost his footing only yards from the cleansing expanse of water. The brightness of the day almost a mockery of the brutality of earlier on, and making the bloodied nature of his body clear for any who cared to look. In his head he could hear his sire’s mocking laughter, so close and yet pathetically short. He stood slowly and staggered forwards into the water, falling to his knees in a display of spray. The moment he entered, tendrils of crimson flowed away from him, clouding the clear waters. Digging the nails of his free hand into the fingers of his knife hand, Aidan managed to unclench his fist, careful not to lose his weapon and replacing it awkwardly in his makeshift belt sheath, the only scrap of clothing he ever wore. As he looked at the damage his own knife had inflicted on him. Aidan saw the cut in his pad, cracks extending outwards. The wound was red and angry, and he lifted it to his lips, licking at the blood before lowering, within a wince into the water. Taking a breath the Massacre youth plunged his head beneath the surface, allowing the numbing cold to enter his ears and muzzle, gulping down great mouthfuls. With a gasp he appeared again, wet, but his pelt mostly restored to its original markings. A sound caused him to stand and whirl around, drawing his knife with his left hand. The movement was fluid, made with the grace of a snake, or perhaps a wounded animal.
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POSTED: Tue Sep 11, 2018 4:29 pm

Flower gleam and glow,
let your power shine
See the Light, it's blinding

She often wandered -- this territory she had once called home was full of ghosts for her. Even seeming innocuous things would trigger memories that might leave her bare and raw and bleeding inside. Such as the tree beneath which she and Raeka has sat and spoken of mates and wandering and what it meant to be a female of New Dawn.

She longed for such company now, and verily wished sometimes she had followed after her mother.

In those times she would wander and try not to focus on anything in particular. It was during one such wander, after catching herself a rabbit that she stumbled across a bloodied scent trail.

Concern warred with a fear, her gentle mother's nature could not allow her to ignore such a thing though.

Cautiously she followed, with the limp rabbit dangling from her jaws. The lupus lady came upon the lake and the young boy unexpectedly and he reacted with violence. Lucia dropped the rabbit with a gasp and skittered back a pace. Her lilting voice called,

"Are you okay...? Do you need help?" The caring in her blue eyes a genuine thing that went soul deep, it was just the type that Lucia was. To immediately care about an injured loner. The boy was a scrappy, uncared for looking thing and Lucia immediately thought of her own son.

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POSTED: Wed Sep 19, 2018 3:54 pm

The female was in her lupus form, and by her shocked reaction, clearly was no fighter, or perhaps it was a trick and that was what she wanted him to believe. In other circumstances one lupus would pose no threat, but he was injured and his body ached with exhaustion.

”She’s got a rabbit isn’t that sweet. You know though, if you kill her, you can eat her and the rabbit.”

Aidan didn’t move his gaze, but he knew the phantom of his sire was standing just out of his vision. Aidan couldn’t explain it, but since he’d heard of Izual’s death, the young Massacre male had started to see him. Of course, it couldn’t be him, Aidan didn’t believe in spirits, so it must be some trick of his mind, he just wished this part of his brain would be a little quieter.

As he looked at the lupus, Aidan’s growing mane sat on his shoulders, wet and plastered there. Her words were similar in tone to ones he’d heard as a pup, the memory coming unbidden. Aidan could feel the warmth of the blanket about him, and the sound of her heartbeat as she’d lifted him. Of course his sire had soured it, and moments later the female and her mate had been dead and Izual had feasted on their corpses.

”You come up to an armed stranger, and ask them if they need help? Are you not afraid?”

Aidan’s head was tilted in curiosity, his tone holding no inflection. The question was almost asked in a childlike manner, there was no implication of threat, merely an honest question. Aidan knew the water made his movements sluggish though, he needed to get out, and so he did. Moving slowly, as though he felt no threat. His movements were light and graceful, or would have been had he slipped. It cost him greatly to hide his body’s fatigue.

”I am fine.”

He said in the same inflectionless tone, though is words were belied by the drip of blood from the palm that had held the knife. While Aidan was competent with his knife in his left hand, it put him at a further disadvantage, and his eyes watched the strange female with an unwavering intensity.

”What do you want?”

The question held only a vague hint of suspicion, the memory of the fight still fresh in his mind.
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POSTED: Wed Oct 24, 2018 6:49 pm

Flower gleam and glow,
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See the Light, it's blinding

The boy stared at her in a way that brought uncomfortable memories to the surface. Some inscrutable, unknowable voice told her to be wary. Lucia was not stupid of course, the other was armed and had obviously been fighting at some point. In her mind's eye she saw a darkling boy with spectacular facial markings being picked up, squealing as he was lifted high into the air.

"I am afraid... but you are hurt." She spoke as though this was an obvious explanation, and for her it was. She helped those who needed it. She could understand the trepidation that must fill him though. He was injured and she a stranger, a possible threat. The gentle femme threw off no aggressive vibes. Her ears splayed to the sides, her tail lax, contained, relaxed, peaceable.

Her head tilted curiously as he exited the water. She did desperately cling to the belief that there was a goodness in everyone somewhere, some canines had it so buried that it might not exist. These were those that she waried herself of.

The young boy's lack of emotions made her uneasy, always emotions had come easily to her. In truth, too easily, Lucia felt too much for those around her. She wondered after the reappearance of the soldier man, if he would return to listen to her singing again.

He insisted he was fine, and her mouth turned down into a gentle frown.

"To help." A single statement, and yet so generously given, so keenly felt, so compassionately stated.

To back up her statement, she stooped to pick up the rabbit and trotted forwards a few steps and laid it closer. Then she backed up again, to her original position,

"You take it. I can find something else." Lucia was sleek and well fed, she was a good hunter of rabbits and waterbirds.

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POSTED: Sun Oct 28, 2018 2:02 pm

”To help.”

Aidan didn’t smile, but if he was so predisposed, then the female’s words might have made him. Instead there was no mockery on his face, but rather, his forehead creased, his ears flattening and his tail curling between his legs. Confusion and discomfort were clear in his stance. Her explanation made little sense to the Massacre male. His gaze narrowed and his injured hand flexed reflexively, but Lucia’s body language was calm and relaxed, certainly not the sort of stance someone about to attack would take. It could be a trick of course, but Aidan scented no one else on the wind and he could probably still run fast enough to avoid an attack. When she moved towards him, Aidan felt his hackles rise and his body tense. However, the gentle female made no sudden leap towards him, just lay her kill on the ground and moved back to where she had been standing.

The young coyote’s head tilted to one side as he looked at the kill and then back up at Lucia. He did his best to appear disinterested in the food, but his muzzle filled wit the scent and he knew his nose was twitching and exploring the scent. He also seemed oblivious to a strand of bloody saliva which slowly lengthened on one side of his jaw. Perhaps it was poisoned though? It was a risk, but Aidan felt hunger gnawing at his insides, and he knew he was in no condition to hunt. Coming forwards warily, Aidan squatted over the carcass and sniffed it. The smell of flesh and blood made his head swim and a shiver of pleasure went through him. His eyes found Lucia again, his mind attempting to process the situation, but finding it hard to think of anything except the food before him.

”We aren’t pack.”

The words were not accusatory and carried a little of that same confusion. Without another word, not even one of thanks, he snatched the rabbit, backing away quickly before turning and loping from the scene as quickly as his sore body would allow.

Though this was a strange land to Aidan, he had no place to call home, and was able to find a safe place to rest. Despite the deepening cold, he lit no fire and chose his campsite for defensibility over comfort, but exhaustion made up for the lack of a soft place to sleep, his knife within easy reach. The night passed uneventfully though, his sleep deep and dreamless. It was a testament to how tired Aidan was that he didn’t wake until sun shone on his eyelids. Once he was awake however, his body made him very aware of how stiff the fight had left him. Concern filled his thoughts, not having a body that would respond to his commands without pain would leave him horribly vulnerable and in a bad position to hunt. That last concern was addressed a moment later when the smell of another fresh kill wafted to him. Slowly Aidan got to his feet and carefully moved towards the scent. Laid a small distance from his camp was another rabbit, the kill smelt wonderful and carried with it the fragrance of the female he had come across the day before.

It had been a simple thing to find the small stone dwelling with the neatly tended garden. Despite his injuries, Aidan still managed to move quietly and watch this strange female who had helped him. Where were her weapons? What were her strategies if she was attacked? Despite doing his best, he could not answer either of these questions. Finally when he had assessed the various outcomes of a confrontation, he stepped quietly into the garden where Lucia worked.

”We are not pack.” he said again from yesterday, his tone strangely detached ”I have no payment for you.” a flash of Izual bringing food to his mouther. ”Did you want sex?” The question was delivered with the same vague curiosity. It was almost as though he’d suggested a hunt or a handshake.
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