[M] I could see it as you turned to stone

Haku Soul · 08-02-2010, 09:21 AM

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Everything had to end, but Haku seldom let his victim know absolution until his own desperation surpassed theirs. His admiring gaze lingered by the oozing red lines marring fur and flesh alike. It would never be enough. He could revel in his own beautiful madness until the coppery fragrance and its taste was all there was, but he could not find eternal satisfaction. It always ended and he returned, going back to where he was. He was a force in need of defeat, for he would never stop. Sounds came from the defeated form beneath his hulking secui form and Haku cocked his head, intrigued for a swift moment before he recognized the words. They always asked him why, why did he do this? Why not? The chocolate and cream form of the demon huffed, disgusted by the pathetic form crushed under his weight.

Well, the male was in no hurry. A coyote from Inferni rarely went down without a fight. It would be a lie to claim that he was not disappointed with this male. The cruel loner shifted his weight, deciding he would not allow the male to fall into an eternal sleep once the remaining oxygen still running in his vein was used. Then, something happened. The form under him wrestled away with an explosion of adrenaline and a few remaining strands of energy. The monster withdrew a few steps; intrigued and with amusement burning deep within the cobalt flames. A sharp edged blade sought his flesh, but the demon did not lack agility. He backed away at once, baring his decayed teeth at the sudden change of scene. It was far from the first time someone had lashed out after him with a knife.

Like a snake, the secui struck, going for the knife and the hand that wielded it. He could feel metal against flesh, but his nerves were too damaged to grant him the luxury of pain. With the blade’s sharpened edges cutting his lips and gums, the secui’s head jerked in the opposite direction of the coyote. The man’s hold on the weapon was strong and refused to let go, so the demon’s jaws released the blade immediately after, only to have teeth dig into the male’s hand. As soon as those jagged fangs connected with living tissue, he pulled and jerked again. He was rewarded with a beautiful crack and immediately let go, grinning like the madman he was. Using the opportunity to turn things the way they should be again, he ran straight into the wounded coyote and brought him heavily down to the earth again.

He was torn between rage and amusement. Such a lack of manners—this impolite young man needed to be punished. He grinned, feeling sense abandon him completely. Again the secui’s form hovered above the coyote, but now there was no knife to flash back and forth. He wondered about the amounts of pain rushing through the smaller form. Copper scent continued to dance heavily in the air and revealed the blood loss. The man seemed severely weakened, and perhaps it was best that way. Drops of scarlet trickled down his own muzzle; a fine mixture of both canines’ blood. Eyes lingered on the defeated coyote’s face, only to slowly wander down to the exposed neck and the seducing pulse in the major vein there. The wolf’s jaws gently brushed against the soft fur there, but he could still control his bloodlust. There were other things that he could do. Cruel things that would leave the soul burning bright even after physical wounds had healed.

Haku Soul was not above anything. Moral was something he no longer cared to understand. He lived for himself only. He was destruction; brought tragedy to the mortal creatures of this earth. Death would come to all eventually. He inhaled the scent of Inferni and red, so beautiful. A clan member’s disappearance would no doubt provide more nutrition to Gabriel de le Poer’s rage, but there were other ways still to create much more fury. The man beneath him was defenceless and no doubt expecting death to give him relief. Haku decided that he would not be kind enough to grant him a release from his miseries. Instead, he decided to magnify the coyote's sufferings. He would take pleasure in the merciless domination as well as the carnal deed itself. He was the son of hell dressed in flesh, and so he had the right to take whatever he wanted from the defeated creature. And so he did.

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