[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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Luperci The sun never truly sets

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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Sticks and Stones