She Is Mine

Malakai · 07-10-2012, 03:17 PM

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WC:812+ - OOC Points - 7

His urgency to reach Axelle before this male did was one of the hundred things whirring around his form now. As the male vanished into the building and bounded up the stairs with the ease of his two-legged form, Kai was like a bull in a china shop, lacking any sort of grace or elegance. His large, brutish form thundered towards the building and his eyes locked with the building door, which the male had closed on his way in. It had slammed shut, blocking Kai's enterence, but it didn't stop him aiming for it and charging with all of his might. His Secui form ran straight at the door and with a loud thud, it didn't budge. Kai crumpled to the ground with a heavy snort and snarl, and taking a very quick run up, he battered himself against the door once more, feeling it begin to buckle.

While the stranger would have already made it to his female, Kai's large form proceeded to charge into the door before it finally gave way to his brute strength. As he bashed his way inside, the male had already started his fight with Axelle, and the scent of blood sank from the apartment, down the stairwell to him. Axelle's blood, still. Fresh. And his, too. Malakai proceeded to pinball himself against every wall as he scrambled hastily on the floor as he attempted to run up the stairs, like a rottweiler on ice. Climbing as quickly as he could, his snarls only grew louder and as he loped towards the apartment, the greatest fury he had ever known overcame him.

It overtook his entire form, every cell in his body felt the echoes of it, this innate rage, so intense in him now. This male had attacked his female. Not only that, but he had hurt her. He had cut her, he had spilt her blood. Kai had seen him sitting over her, trailing that blade down her chest and he had feared for her life. It scared him, not only the thought of losing her, but of the power of his anger at the male. And as his form continued to charge forwards, Kai turned into the apartment. Time slowed to him, his perception aware of only two things. The first, Axelle. She was on the floor, her blood heavy in the air. The second, this male. He was next to her, over her almost and a blade was pressed to Axelle's throat. Nothing else registered to him, and as his momentum continued to carry him onwards, Kai was nothing more than a snarling, growling, wild beast running on pure instinct. His body charged towards the pair, and as the male dragged that blade against Axelle's throat, Kai leapt, his jaws open, his fangs razor-sharp, his intent clear.

His body tackled the male with more force than he knew was possible, sending them both into the wall so hard that the old plaster cracked and puffs of dust rose from the point of impact. The next few moments seemed like a blur to him. His body twisted and turned, his muscles working overtime, his jaws snapping and latching onto anything they could, and as soon as they found purchase on something, his head jerked back and forth as he tore, shredding anything he could. The first thing to go was a chunk from the male's forearm, the knife weilding one. It took seconds for Kai's black fur to become matted with blood, but he didn't stop. Next, was the male's side, a large bite wound torn open, followed by his throat. With each shake of Kai's head, a dark snarl erupted from him as blood was sprayed in every direction, not content until whatever he had bitten onto was detatched from the larger piece of flesh.

The male's heart stopped in under a minute, but Kai continued until there was nothing of much size to tear into, the male's guts ripped and splattered across the walls and floor. When his senses slowly returned to him, Kai's breaths began to slow from the quick panting of his efforts, his feral eyes angling down to see, to truly take in the results of his tirade. This male had bee torn apart, literally, by Kai's fury and by his fear. Adrenaline still pumped heavily through his system, but the next thought to spring to mind was Axelle. Turning towards her, his gaze quickly set upon her, the only thought runing through his mind was for her to be alive. He approached almost cautiously, as if he feared finding out the answer to his mental wish. Reaching her side, with his rapid heart still ringing in his ears and his breaths short pants, his blood-soaked muzzle lifted to nudge against hers, his head butting into hers, as if trying to wake her, to make sure she was alright.

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