my h e a r t is a fist drenched in blood.
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HAIL THE CONQUEROR WORM

WC (+3) So sorry for being slow, guys. Thank you for your patience <3 Gen, your PP of Emilie is fine :> She's yours to fiddle with now. Just remember, no kills are authorised for this thread!


The waves of rage pulsed through him, radiating from the beast's mammoth form. His black lips frothed, whiskers curled up and way from huge yellowed fangs. The brute's airborne form hurtled forth, crashing into the chest of the mounted man's mare. The chestnut released a shrill whinny of alarm, her eyes rolling white in fear - But she was not the King's target, and as the horse staggered aside under the weight of the Secui killer, his fangs were flashing at the seated intruder.


The man was shouting something to the two who rode with him, some sort of desperate cry for attention, but they were both engaged with the two who belonged to Sirius. He could feel his packmates, sense their motions, and the fire that pulsed in his belly was heated with raw pride, also. These intruders did not know the depth of the mistake that they had made, in coming here, in coming on to his land, in challenging his family. Black lips wrinkled up in a horrific grin, teeth missing the man's sword-wielding hand by inches and clamping down on the hard, cold steel of the blade itself.


The hard edge bit into his upper lip, and Sirius' mouth pooled with his own warm blood. Meanwhile, the chestnut mare had begun to thrash, his wicked claws dipping deep into her pelt and bringing forth blood. The creature was in a state of pure terror - She had been trained for assault, but not for the beast who currently hurt her. The mare's terrified cried swelled in his ears, deafening the King to the conflict around him, and with an irritated snarl he released the blade and his grip on the horse. Four paws returned to the earth. The mounted man was shouting at him now, horrible curses and insults that did little to phase his cold, deadly intent. Filthy half-blood!... Son of a whore, I will... How dare... Die! Sick bastar-... His attempt to regain control over the mare was half successful, but by this time Sirius had regained his breath, and lunged again. This time, wicked jaws clamped around the fore-arm that had lifted to protect the man's face, and he felt the satisfying crunch of bone there, and a pained howl filled his eager ears.


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