[M] Insides on the Outside

Malakai · 05-30-2012, 08:09 PM

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WC:: 575 - OOC Points - 5

As he looked down at his own hand and forearm, watching the crimson liquid matt his wet fur, Kai continued to growl his frustration and dispair. Rafael had haunted him when he was alive, always doing things first, always receiving praise, always being the golden son, and now it seemed he was haunting Kai in death. Baring his fangs as he snorted and raged, he was only vaguely aware of Axelle's yells, but as his ears pricked at the noise, he managed to jumble through his own thoughts to grasp what she was saying. She wasn't happy, it seemed. Malakai lifted his head slowly to throw a glance over at the female, and when he did so, he saw that her for was shifting into her Secui form. It meant little to him, and so he glanced back to his bloody hand, only to find the blood that had been so clear and vibrant only moments ago, gone.

He examined his hand further, turning it before him to be sure, but now his fur was only wet from the brook. His eyes flicked over to his dead brother, and yet, there was no golden fur anymore. Instead, just rotting old wood, covered in green slime from the water. Again, he kept his gaze there for a moment long, just to check, to be sure, but when it remained simply a log, Kai seemed to calm. The drugs were obviously wearing off, thankfully. Closing his eyes, blocking out the still swirling sky and throbbing colours that remained, he hoped they too would fade and leave behind the dark, dull world he was used to, where the grass was green and the logs were logs and the sky no longer danced with itself. And then, the female crossed his mind once more. She had carried scars when last he had seen her, so he assumed those would also be gone. His mobility was getting better now, too, and turning a little more to face the bank she was on, he opened his eyes, letting his feral gaze lock onto her.

Only now did her growls register with his ears, noises returning to the right frequency. Anger radiated from her like heat, he could practically see it roll off her in waves, and finding his feet once more, Malakai slowly waded through the water in slow, deliberate steps towards her, towards the bank. The high was rapidly wearing off, and seeing such aggression in the female brought his own to the surface, like some sort of challange. "...Do you mean to attack me, Axelle?" He obviously noticed her change in form, the way her muscles had tensed as she seemed to ready herself. He moved closer still, baring his fangs, answering her challange. "I won't run from you if you do... You can be sure of that. I'll take you apart like that bunny...Piece by piece." His outward aggression, his anger and rage were not meant for this female. She had done little to warrant them, besides give him those drugs in the first place. Instead, they were meant for his brother, for the actions of his past, for the ghosts that clearly still haunted him, and yet she was the only one around to take them. It was another instance of Malakai needing to be challanged, needing someone who would not back down to him but stand their ground, to give him the stimulation he was desperate for.

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