Madness was inescapable when it infiltrated one’s blood, pouring through every vein and bleeding out through self-inflicted gashes. Misery was second-nature to the monster, pessimistic at heart and unable to find the good in anything. His soul was painted black from birth, dredged up from the depths of hell rather than a gift from god to the earth, granted free-will and hope. He was less than a monster, despite all arrogance and pride, tearing his own body apart and allowing anyone to mark his flesh without reason. Slowly, day by day he was dying—decaying from the inside out. He wouldn’t live long, consciousness shifting back and forth constantly between functioning and destroyed. He would abandon the clan for stretches of time, aimlessly wandering the wilderness like a prince in exile, searching and searching for something he could not fathom. The angel no longer spoke to him—only shadows whispered in his ears, hissing threats of death and conjuring up images of what they’d like to do to him. Kaena he loved, but he could never have her—not in this lifetime in the manner he desired. The very thought tore him apart, sending him into a fit of rage and setting his claws onto anything and everything within reach, including himself. He wasn’t even allowed to kill wolves any longer, knowing he had to travel far to exact his emotions onto hapless strays far from the ears of Inferni, and the very thought disgusted him. He’d been raised to despise wolves, learning to murder them early on, and here he was shackled and collared like a disobedient child. The only reason he’d returned was to be near Kaena, and now he was bound by their rules, unable to escape or face his mother’s wrath when he broke the rules. Samael was a killer and nothing could change that, yet he was cursed by an unwavering obsession—for his love was nothing short of unnatural and immoral. Temper smoldering and will-power fraying, the beast simply walked, finding nothing else worthy of occupying his time. |
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She did not fight his affection, and for this Samael was grateful. She’d always allowed him a hug and a nuzzle, but he’d always wanted more. Even as a child, when her arms went about his body, embracing his form and pulling him close he’d desired so much more from her. It made his heart ache, feeling like something was broken inside of him and slowly decaying. Yet the gaping wound was reopened every time he touched her, tearing away the crusted scab and allowing thick, black blood to flow forth again and again. He wanted to hold her close, free of all dark desire and able to love her just as she wanted him to love her, but he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t bring himself to rid of the desire than ran so warmly through his veins at the simple sight and presence of her. He didn’t wish to feel so wrong, and yet, when he’d told her how he loved her he knew just how wrong he was from the look in her eye. Never once had he felt so disgusting as when Kaena looked at him in horror and revulsion. Samael never thought of the difference between right and wrong—he acted on instinct and the way he’d been raised, murdering for no other reason than to kill. He wasn’t supposed to be a monster. He was a demon prince from hell, beautiful with radiant wings of jet black, and now he was nothing more than a boy with an immoral fetish. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, sensing some sort of discord within the female. There was something wrong, and he couldn’t quite place it. Hand lifting to rest his palm against the curve of her neck, he pulled back so he could met her gaze, crimson eyes searching. He didn’t wish to break from their close embrace, yet he had to know what was going through her head. If something was wrong, he wished to make it right in any way that he could.
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12-18-2009, 09:58 PM
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ohai, i suck. She moved against him, burying her head into his fur and exhaling a broken, hollow sound that encompassed all of her hidden pain and the perceived shame of her assault. He held her close, adoring the close contact between them and savoring each moment they were together—no matter how innocent they were, as they always gave him some form of fulfillment regardless. He adored her as a mother, and he wished to adore her as a lover as well, but she didn’t love him in that manner, and he would not force it upon her. His love was too great to bring her harm, even if it meant crushing his own heart in the process—something entirely alien and unnatural to his inherit nature. He was the self-serving, self-devoted demon prince, and to harm and deprive himself for the sake of another was purely peculiar and indescribably uncharacteristic. It wasn’t bred into his DNA, nor his natural consciousness, and only true love and affection could cause the monster to do such a thing, knowing that her happiness was more valuable than his own—selfishly, in an unconscious way, for if she was in pain so inevitably would he be—as she’d brought him life and granted him love before anyone else could. .sam-skullz p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 5px 0px 5px; text-indent:15px; } .sam-skullz b {color:#A84647; font-family:arial, sans-serif; } .sam-skullz-image { float:left; margin:2px; } .sam-skullz-ooc {font-style:italic; color:#939393; font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:12px;} .sam-skullz {font-family:'trebuchet ms', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#7F7F7F; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/samtable.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-bottom:10px; text-align:justify; padding-top:52px; } </style> [/html]
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You, shut up. I compliment your last post, and I compliment this one. |: I lurve your writings for Samface. Buuut I think maybe we need to change a small part of thread, so I PM you after I post this. ;P There was relief, there was comfort here. The silver-furred canine found it here more than anywhere in the world. Her other children did not offer her such blind loyalty, undying devotion as Samael. Some of them she had hurt, some of them had realized her wickedness and maybe part of them condemned her for it—but never Samael. He could no more turn away from her than she could deny him her love, and no matter what he did to her, the ash-furred Lykoi could not deny him that love. There was a tiny sliver of her that still loved Vitium, some flaring mother's love that refused to be extinguished even through the betrayal he'd inflicted on her. Slowly, slowly the hybrid began to relax, unraveling the knot of tension that had wound itself around her core, swallowing the fear that had crept up her spine and shoved itself rudely into her head, worries that he'd come for her in the night and drag her from her very cave, pulling her by the scruff of her neck like some bedraggled puppy. There were nightmares, terrible dreams that haunted her in the moments after she woke and throughout the day. She ceased to shiver, knowing now even if he came for her that Samael would die to protect her from him or anything else that sought to hurt her. She hardly needed his verbal confirmation of that, and she smiled faintly at it, finding it reasurring nonetheless. "You'd kill for me, wouldn't you, Samael?" she asked softly, drawing her head back to look at him with that golden eye. It became steadily sharper, clearer as she looked to his red eyes, so reminiscent of Astaroth yet containing nothing of him other than their color. There was no lurking demon behind those eyes, no vile devil waiting to betray her and devour her soul. She knew this, too, she knew he would take a life for her in an instant if only she asked him to, but she needed to hear it. She needed to know, and give herself damn good reason to seal the truth away from Samael forever to save him. thanks to james for the header image .kae-bloody p {margin:0px 0px 10px 0px; padding:0px 10px 0px 10px; text-indent:25px; } .kae-bloody b {color:#3A0503} .kae-bloody {font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; word-spacing:1px; line-height:13px; width:400px; background-color:#BDB0B0; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/kae_bloody.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:230px; text-align:justify; }</style> [/html]
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Samael was her precious; Samael would turn the world to nothing more than burned plains and ash for her if she so much as hinted such a thing would make her happy. The resemblance to Astaroth was not lost on her, but the two canines were so far apart the silver-furred woman could barely even sense that connection. Samael was hers. Astaroth had done nothing for him, contributed nothing towards him save his sperm and his genetic material. Astaroth had not been a father to Samael, not even a little bit, and he deserved no credit for the beautiful creature of shadow and rage now clinging to Kaena, pacified only by his mother, belonging onto his mother. If Astaroth was still alive, she would have paraded Samael in front of him and taunted him until he'd attacked, and then Samael would have torn him to pieces to protect Kaena. The silvery Centurion knew there would not have been a second of hesitation from the winter-darkened coyote before her; he would kill (or die trying to kill) anyone Kaena asked. It was for this reason that she could not send him after Haku. She could not bear to lose him and his protection; the thought of allowing another child to slip out of her grasp—at her very own request, no less—turned the ash-colored canine's stomach. His response was simple, succinct, as she'd expected. There were no long speeches of adoration from Samael, as it was not needed. All of his love and loyalty shone clearly through those red eyes, possessing only the color of his father's. The things that lurked in Samael's eyes were a far cry from Astaroth's, speaking of a deep-seeded, vile thing that appeared to Kaena to be pure and undying affection and unquestioning loyalty. After all, this was the Samael she knew—not the Samael who had taken Halo against her will, not the Samael who had torn Charon to pieces for no reason other than that he had existed and dared to lay a finger on Halo. Wild thoughts dizzied the coyote, and she drew back from Sam, her half-dead and half-alive gaze piercing toward him. Often it was the stolen eye that struck more fear into others' hearts—it was nothing more than torn flesh, bubbled and rotten scar tissue from a wound older than most now who even laid eyes on it. "You must do something for me," she said, her golden-yellow eye locked onto his crimson gaze. It took a lot of effort not to spill the whole sordid tale to him, to whisper of what Haku had done and watch the rage blossom in Samael, far more beautiful than any flower created by Mother Nature. Something in Kaena knew, however, that watching his fleeting hindquarters as they headed to Dahlia de Mai would be the last time she ever saw him. If Haku did not kill him, if Samael did not die trying to avenge his mother's dignity, the rest of Dahlia de Mai would on his escape. If he survived that, Gabriel would kill him for inciting war. Samael could not die. "You must watch the borders. Watch the western end of the territory. Do as you will with any who set foot on our land," she said. Speaking these words, directing Samael to essentially kill on sight—it brought a strange sense of comfort over the silver-furred coyote, and a small smile encouraged her son, perhaps of genuine relief or perhaps simply encouragement to her son. It was not as if Samael needed any of that, though—if she told him to walk, he would, until he died in midstep. <style> .kae-funeral p { text-indent:25px; padding:0px 40px 0px 40px; margin:0px 0px 20px 0px; } .kae-funeral b { color:#A4F62D } .kae-funeral { background-color:#000000; background-image:url(http://digital-bonsai.com/katew/rp/kae/ ... header.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #577104; width:446px; padding:166px 0px 1px 0px; text-align:justify; font-family:arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#e4f7c9; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:12px; } .kae-funeral-text {font-family:georgia; font-size:11pt; color:#A4F62D; word-spacing:-.5pt; letter-spacing:0px; font-weight:bold; font-variantmall-caps; margin:0px 40px 0px 40px; border-bottom:1px dotted #CCFF00; width:366px; line-height:18px;} </style> [/html] |