[m]Lost it

Liam · 05-08-2012, 12:13 AM

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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.

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OOC junk goes here...

He was on the borders when the unknown shifter called out to him. Amber eyes lifted, glaring at the shadow that lifted a hand in his direction. Red blazes burned in the shadows face, serving as eyes. While the shifter approached Liam's hands curled into fists. They were on pack land, but the approaching shadow was unknown, an outsider. His lips curled into a snarl, a soundless growl rumbling in his throat. The shadow kept coming, becoming a threat to the pack, to Liam's mate and unborn pups. An outsider, -someone not privy to Liam's thoughts,- would only see a black furred canine approaching, a hand lifting possibly in greeting, maybe in a threatening gesture. Liam lifted a hand, but in warning. "Do not continue in your approach, or you will die."

A look of puzzlement crossed the strangers face, but in Liam's mind, it was a sneer. The stranger took another step forward. As if he were a spring released by that final fateful step, Liam launched forward, his hands extended. The stranger lifted a hand to protect himself, only to have the enraged madman grab the offending appendage and twist.

The butterflies whispered louder, drowning out the cackles of the shadow. "Kill him. Do it now. Protect them and serve us." Liam snarled again, biting down on the arm he held in his hands. The stranger was in fight or flight mode now, his choices being narrowed down to fight due to the iron-like grasp on his wrist. A hand lifted, black fingers digging into Liam's scalp, trying to pry the crazy male off. Liam's head lifted, taking a large chink of flesh with him, strings of blood following. He grinned at the shadow wolf, his eyes glittering wildly. He began to giggle then, a high pitched eerie sound.

The shadow's pained keening wails became louder as he kept trying to pull away from the male. His free fist connected with Liam's face, and Liam snarled as he lunged forward, sending the weaker male tumbling as his fangs found the throat they sought. A crimson spray of arterial blood spread as the larger male ripped and tore at the throat like the shadow was a prey animal. As his vision cleared, he began the task of gutting and cleaning the shadow. As before, the heart and liver he ate right there to gain the enemies strength. The fur was pulled away, exposing the flesh beneath. Liam began carving away the tender parts, the pieces that made the best jerky. The rest went direct into a hot fire to destroy the evil that had inhabited the form. The whole way he kept up a soft stream of chatter, speaking directly to his personal deities, the butterflies. A listened would hear a string of disjointed words, none of which made any sense when strung together.

He sat back as the corpse burned and the meat smoked on an impromptu spit over the fire. His bone scraper went over the back side of the hide, removing the excess flesh. He would work it for days, making the part that would be the leather side smooth. Because of the large size of the optime form, there was more than when the shadows had been taking the lupine forms. That was good. His method of tanning a hide was primitive and self taught, but he wasn't too bad at it. He had once made gifts of his furs. He kept these special furs for now, until he found a good use for them. He lost himself in the scraping, his muttered nonsensical word salad dying off.

wc: 603

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