[M] I know where you live
#1
[html]
WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised.
[/html]
[html]
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y199/l ... _table.jpg);">
Private



    Blood lingered still in his gloriously coloured pelt, but only with its whispering scent and nothing more. It had been a few weeks since the last time he had lingered this close to the Dahlian borders. It was not fear that had kept the fallen King away – oh no. Conor would be allowed to run his own course, because the dark hearted beast knew that he would be waiting for the golden boy at his end. Inferni and Dahlia existed still and this truly displeased the demonic creature. He had wished death to both groups, but life remained still. It was not how he had wished things to go, but he reminded himself that he had all the time in the world to create worse scenarios in these lands. What was truly important was to ensure the rest of the vessels and choose wisely when time was right. King Chance was well beyond ripe by now and the dark lord was curious about the little prince. He fully intended to swallow the boy. Right now, he believed King to be his future.


   
The earthen coloured man stalked the borders patiently, just as had done the last days. Yesterday been lovely and it was his daughter that had led him to Kaena’s beautiful daughter. His offspring could not escape their fate. He made a mental note to visit Tayui in the closest future. Where there was one there could be more. The pale Aniwayan woman had managed to hide that daughter away for over a year, but he had finally seen through it and he would mercilessly hunt her down to investigate this further. Today though was another day waiting for his youngest son. There was no doubt within the dark man that the young boy would come. He would. Eventually.



[/html]
#2
[html]

I gotta say, I believe you have a typo where you put "rape" instead of "ripe" and it was hilarious in a dark way in context. >_> (558.)


The stillness upset him. He was used to watching the threads of fate and war swirling around in maddening eddies around, almost visible in the air and in the woods and in the towns and floating out over the ocean. It was comforting, the knowledge that something was happening all the time. Somewhere blood was being spilled and lives were ending. A chilling thought for some, but to King it was comforting. He believed that for life to continue, life had to end somewhere else. How would he and his family be safe? For the war to continue until all the coyotes were dead. And now things were still. No, not still—stagnant. The peace was stagnant and it stank worse than any decay. It upset him and it made him nervous. Things couldn't just end like that, no matter what Conor said. They would come back for him and his mother like they had the first time. He just hoped that, when they did, he was big and strong enough to tear them to pieces.


Weeks had passed since Haku Soul had disappeared from Dahlia de Mai and Conor had taken over. Though King had never strayed from the borders (for he was respectful of his mother's wishes for him not to, and he was paranoid about the outside world), he had been restlessly wandering the territory. He supposed that he had been looking for his father, even though he knew he would not find him here. His quest was empty, but he did not give it up because he didn't know what else to do. There was no one his own age, and the adults thought themselves too good to be around him or he thought that he was too good to be around them. It was very frustrating, and he had trouble holding onto these feelings. They broiled inside the young wolf, invisible but maddening.


He was wandering close to the borders as he sometimes did before the scent hit him like a brick wall. He stopped immediately, electric blue eyes straying towards where his nose was indicating. A familiar scent, hauntingly so, laced with the sweet metallic smell of blood. He had thought his mission so hopeless that this victory made his heart leap, then thud in his chest. King set off towards the source with an uncharacteristic eagerness. It did not take long for him to find the chocolate-brown wolf in his Secui form, waiting as if for him (maybe he was). King's dark tail flicked quickly behind him as he came to a halt a few paces away, and there was a smile on his face that was tinted slightly with a nervous energy. He was confident everywhere, but he was always a little nervous around Haku Soul. It was probably closest explained to be a side-effect of reverence. "Dad," he said breathlessly, taking a moment to catch his breath before continuing, "I've been looking for you. I—I missed you."


His expression fell a little bit as he felt the questions nipping at his heels—why did you really go, why did you let Conor rule the pack, why haven't I seen you in so long? But he kept them back, not wanting to trespass somehow. This was a gift, to be with his father, and he treated it with caution.
[/html]
#3
[html]

I always have retarded typos XD One that I remember best is the "pure bread demon" that I found in a post a while back.

Today was the day when the boy decided to show up. The young child had grown much since last time the hulking beast had seen him. He was content with this, eyed the approaching canine with interest before letting his dimly lit orbs scan the surrounding area to ensure that the boy did not bring with company. The ragged man’s head tilted slowly to the side and recognized that the forever blue glow had decided to permanently manifest within the boy’s orbs as well. It had been hard to tell, as the puppy blue often disguised a completely different colour. It was not the colour of death or evil, but it would do. Haku Soul had once been as handsome as he had been beautiful; dressed in warm hues of the earth and a set of eyes that could melt the coldest of hearts. Life and the sickness within had ruined that beauty, but the charisma remained, tempting those fascinated by danger.

King wore the storm’s coat, and he could tell that their sizes would match closely when the boy gained more age. The perfect predator – Haku believed in this. The way the young male approached the elder satisfied him. It would have been tiresome to force cooperation, but it seemed that would not be necessary. The unfamiliar title brought to him by the boy’s voice puzzled him, but a child would always seek out its father figure he supposed. He had not been present in the boy’s life, but the Chance woman had not brought another male into her life instead. Ah, but she deserved death now, didn’t she? She had stood there in the background and been a part of the rebellion that saved many lives. The lives that he had worked so hard for to see wither. She would pay for this. Her son’s life could have been a good start, but he could turn out to be useful for the Soul male, and so he would be spared.

He was surprised to hear that the boy had missed him. Now, he had never cared to investigate exactly how much the members of Dahlia knew about his dark deeds. They had closed their eyes when the truth was there in front of them all this time. Teeth glinted yellow beyond the dark lips as the large secui let a twisted grin stretch the corners of his lips. ”You’ve grown, King.” Blue versus blue. ”I’ve been waiting for you,” and the boy had arrived like he had expected him to. Perhaps this was a sign. Did King feel the dark fire burn away on his soul? The madman’s blood ran through the boy’s veins and he knew just how to determine the quality of it.


<style type="text/css">
.haku-blackhole b {font-weight:bold; color:#054493; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.haku-blackhole-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.haku-blackhole p {text-indent:0px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}
.haku-blackhole {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wlibri.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 240px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.3px; text-align:justify;}
.haku-blackhole-separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
Table by Mel!

[/html]
#4
[html]

Lol, that's awesome. (546.)


It was true that the milky sky-blue of his baby eyes had begun to fade, slashed through with a vibrant blue that caught the glances of others. It was easy, through this, for some to guess his relation to his father. King himself only found utmost pride in carrying the eyes of Haku Soul, and he liked the attention. It was a powerful thing, to have your reputation (or, in some other cases, his father's) to proceed you, and this youth relished in it. Power was something that King found fascinating—far more so than most of the other things that people treasured. This might have been the root of his attachment to his father, that he had ruled Dahlia universally and created a war virtually alone. The fact that he had been ousted recently did not mean anything; if anything, King assumed that it was temporary. Peace was always temporary, and he couldn't wait until that stagnation was over with.


He had no idea about the danger that he was coming so close to—he would never consider that Haku would hurt him. It was one of King's primary goals, to impress his father, the closest thing he had to a role model or idol. No matter how much of what he had seen of others in the pack—or even the few of those he saw from the outside—no one really measured up in his mind. It was always in the light of his already skewed ideals—those that strength and dominance were all that made you in this world, and that infirmity and instability were things to be attacked to be made right.


It was exactly what he did when the man's cruel smile appeared—somewhere in King something floundered, the beginnings of fear. The boy hated that feeling, and he attacked it internally, subduing it and suppressing it. He did not allow himself to feel fear, as fear incited weakness. He tried his hardest to turn his back on this feeling, drawing himself up to his full height as Haku commented on how he had grown. He had been told that he was big and strong for his age, something that he took pride in. One day he wouldn't have to wait anymore; he had already been helpless before, watching as his mother had to defend herself against a coyote assailant. King had wanted nothing more to attack him himself, pin him down and tear him to pieces, but he knew he wasn't big enough. Soon he wouldn't have to worry about that.


Haku had been waiting for him? That caused his heart to stutter a little, though it returned to a strong beat soon enough. The surprise might've been seen in his blue eyes as well, though it resolved in the twitching wag of his tail. "Then I'm sorry I couldn't have gotten here sooner," he said in a low tone. No, the boy had not forgotten his father's last promise to him, that he would have something to show him—to teach him—when he got older. Was he old enough now? Was that why his dad was here now? That was certainly what plagued the boy's mind now, though he couldn't seem to summon his voice to ask.
[/html]
#5
[html]

hehe Big Grin

Such a good boy, apologizing for making the immortal demi-god wait. ”Good boy,” the man mumbled in dark approval, the grin stretching further and revealing more of the teeth that took such pleasure in killing. King would get the taste for it as well—it danced in his own blood, bubbled and sizzled. A dormant need to feed as a demon no doubt. The boy was not like his father, but he could be when time came. The taint was there, buried deep in the boy’s genes, waiting for the trigger. The four legged beast admired his most promising work for a few more moments before he turned and started to walk away from the borders, knowing without a doubt that the boy would follow. They were in together on this. King could so easily have turned away and abandoned his father in the same way the beast had abandoned him, but it was not the case. Perhaps the young soul knew what the close future held.

The father’s muscles were restless and he sped up. As always, shadows and creatures of the underworld washed before his eyes as he trotted forwards after his own scent. These days of waiting had only ripened the victim, so everything was well. Teeth grinded together and he decided to slow down the pace. Impatience did not suit a beast that had eternity. ”Tell me about your life in Dahlia after the war ended, son,” the dark secui purred as he turned to the blue eyed youth. ”How are Conor and Emwe doing?” Firefly had been just as bad a choice as Tokyo had, but those two kids had turned out wrong and unworthy. ”Aren’t you angry at me for killing all those people?” Haku suddenly decided to add in, expressing curiosity for the boy’s odd and calm behaviour.



<style type="text/css">
.haku-blackhole b {font-weight:bold; color:#054493; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.haku-blackhole-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.haku-blackhole p {text-indent:0px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}
.haku-blackhole {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wlibri.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 240px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.3px; text-align:justify;}
.haku-blackhole-separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
Table by Mel!

[/html]
#6
[html]

(681.)


King's dark tail twitched in pleasure at the approval, and the vaguest flicker of a smile enkindled itself on the boy's tawny facial features. He was blinded by his own (ill-placed) reverence of his Haku Soul—from early on he had found the dark mystique of the largely-absent father-figure far more interesting than the presence of his mother in most circumstances, and the fact that he had once been the all-powerful Rosen of the pack had not helped to deter this. What had started out as awe had festered in the youth's mind to something a little deeper, enough to where he viewed most of the members of the Dahlian pack as of now to be not nearly as worth his time. He had not spoken to many of them, instead wandering the territory alone as if in search of Haku. He knew he would not find him, but then again he was here now. This gave the puppy a shred of a feeling of victory—he had not been wrong to search, as he had found him in the end. He had won, yes, he had.


So when he looked at the grinning demon, he did not feel the twinge of his better judgement telling him to run. When he man turned and began to walk away, he did not notice the impulse that told him to turn and do the same. No, he followed his darker intuition and curiosity, following the man who had caused so much blood to be spilt while spilling so much himself.


King was struggling to keep up with him when he began to increase the pace, increasing his own paces to leaps and bounds to keep up with the chocolate-furred wolf in his Secui form. He didn't dare complain, though he was very thankful when Haku slowed his pace once more. The boy caught his breath, a dark ear flicking as he considered his father's questions. They were strange—why would he want to know? Then again, it may be interest in his son, as Conor and Emwe were as well. Yeah, that was probably the reason. "It's been boring, really. I mostly just explore, and try to hunt. I did meet a kid from Phoenix Valley, though, once. But, um... nothing much more besides that," he said in bursts of words as he fitted them in around his breaths. As for his half-brothers, "They're doing okay, I guess. Conor's been dealing with pack stuff, and I haven't heard much of anything from Emwe." Not that he really cared, but he tried to keep that opinion out of his tone. King's seething distaste for Conor and total lack of regard for Emwe was not usually a secret, but he felt nervous mentioning such things now.


Haku's final question sent that little feeling inside of him twisting again, making a part of him feel ill. Weak! he thought violently as he seized that feeling, imagining tearing into it and throwing it away. He did not need feelings like that, feelings that would make him weak like the rest of them. He was sure his father did not have feelings like that, and that was all the reason to destroy it. He considered a response as he trotted along, considering from all angles before finally just deciding to tell the truth. It wasn't as though King condoned murder just yet—he thought that the death of one usually meant his chances of living went up, but he was not quite to the point of giving the thumbs up to a massacre. But still, this was his father—his idol. If he killed someone, he must've had a good reason, right? Some people should... just die. "I'm not angry," he eventually said, which was truthful. Angry was not the right emotion—somewhat fearful, and morbidly curious was a little more close to the target. Why was he calm? Well, he truthfully believed that his father wouldn't do any harm to him. Perhaps a blissfully ignorant sentiment for anyone near Haku Soul, but it was as it was.
[/html]
#7
[html]

yesiknowthispostisabitwtfbutheyletstrysomeaction!?!

Mind drifted slightly as the boy offered him some lousy information that he had no use for whatsoever. Though, regarding the part about his golden son, Haku was slightly surprised, but said nothing. It was not truly unnatural that his son was the one to take over the leadership, but he had expected an elder to step up. The dark minded male had of course pondered who had been the one to force his departure, and even if Conor had been the most prominent character in that plot, the loner had always believed there was someone hiding in the shadows, practising puppeteer skills. Had it been the weak, purple eyed male all along? The thought puzzled him, though it was truthfully what most would have discovered already. It was just that.. as a child, Conor had been useless in every way he could think of. Bad blood had led to a bad litter and he had paid them little attention after Alexey decided to take them under her wing. Perhaps he had misjudged the young male.

The boy was not angry, and that was that. He did not speak much, but that was no obstacle in any way. Haku was not particularly known for being too social either. He remembered the foolish woman and her need to draw a reaction out of him. He wondered why he had not taken her life. She had judged him and believed that he would choke on his loneliness, but Haku Soul was not a man that could crumble to such feeble things. Loneliness was him, and he would always be alone here in this world. It was greed that kept him here, because the old gods and demons seemed to have fled. There were few of those pure and ancient essences here. Fangs crunched together as the loner pushed on the speed and broke into a light trot. The scent was so delicious—greeted the madman with the nostalgic scent that promised him the only type of drink that could temporarily quench his unbearable thirst.

The male had taken a wide range of risks here, but none had crossed the trail brought by the breeze and the unconscious canine was still on the soft floor where the chocolate coated male had left him. This had happened today. It had been the first sign. Things were moving above their heads and fate had wanted this male to cross his path and King to answer his soundless call. Death had not yet silenced that beating heart, but it would soon. Aside from deliciously shattered limbs and a heavy blow to the head, the body was not ruined beyond saving. Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. Yet. There was blood and its exhilarating fragrance. Electric blue orbs moved to the young boy, and the man’s hulking secui form was ready for every reaction the boy could come up with.


<style type="text/css">
.haku-blackhole b {font-weight:bold; color:#054493; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.haku-blackhole-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.haku-blackhole p {text-indent:0px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}
.haku-blackhole {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wlibri.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 240px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.3px; text-align:justify;}
.haku-blackhole-separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
Table by Mel!

[/html]
#8
[html]

(515.)


Since Haku had left, Dahlia had emptied out somewhat. Several of the wolves that had been more fervent followers of the demon left and King had not seen nor scented them around for weeks. So, really, there wasn't anyone but Conor to take over the pack—though King supposed that his mother could try, but he wasn't sure if that would work out very well. Even though King did not agree (and did not especially like him), he would not be able to refuse that Conor was doing an okay job, if you judged by the fact that they had not dissipated into the sands of time yet. In translation to the young Chance boy, it was boring. He had spoken the truth; he found that life was generally boring while exploring the quiet Dahlian lands, stilled and stagnant in the absence of the thrill of war.


The end of the short journey was signaled by a familiar scent to the youth—the coppery tang of blood that was thick in the air. It reminded him of so many weeks ago, when he had been in the center of a tumultuous battle that had begun between his mother and the hybrid-coyote from Inferni. He was confused at why so much blood was about before remembering that this was his father that was leading him. He shouldn't be surprised, and he shouldn't be afraid. He quelled those beginning rebellions of cowardice, trying to appear totally unphased by what they were moving toward. But, in truth, it was a facade—King could not help but have a dual sense of trepidation and perseverance. He would not run, no. He would stick through it, no matter what that weaker side of him said.


It was not long that he was led to the source, the broken and bleeding body of a man. King could tell by the twisted state of his limbs and form that he had been snapped like a twig, and the boy had no doubts about the culprit. The sickly-sweet scent of blood was as thick as a miasma around him, contributed by the wounds that King did not even bother to count. The dark-furred boy didn't know how to react at first, his borrowed eyes darting to his father's and then back to the still-breathing body. There was a wideness to his blue eyes that showed his surprise, but he hoped that whatever fledgling fear there was was shielded—he was trying his best internally to pin it down. He was not sure if he was supposed to say something, so he chose the neutral option of not doing so—he had not been asked anything, at least verbally. So he responded similarly, attempting to solidify his gaze and his stance as he looked at Haku once more. King took a step or two forward, to show that he was not a coward, though there was something gnawing at his gut and that made him feel shaky. He could only try his best to ignore it—for once, he could not destroy those feelings.
[/html]
#9
[html]

--

Opportunities and options had both closed and opened as the chocolate coated beast had been chased out of Dahlia with angry members hot on his tail. Things had not truly changed, though it was a shame that he could not destroy several lives at once as easily as he could when he was the Rosen of the pack. Now, glowing blue glared intensely at the young, silver coated youth. Sharp, decaying daggers were hid behind dark lips and relaxed muscles, but were regardless ready to strike out if the boy decided to have second thoughts openly. Immortal he was, but he was no mind reader. He had been a master of treacherous masks, but once it had slipped off he no longer cared to pretend. There was too much madness inside him now. He had known the game well, but not even his creepy glare could peel off the layers of fake on a well trained creature’s face. Immortal, yes, but parts of Haku Soul was still the mortal canine.

The boy’s eyes were large when he turned to his cruel sire, and yellow teeth flashed abruptly, though not lunging at the boy as they usually did amongst Haku’s victims. The boy took a few steps forwards and the large secui moved in behind him, pushing the boy further forward to the dying man. This was just another of the thousands of worthless creatures walking these lands. He would not be missed—most of them weren’t. So many disappeared from the face of the earth and no one noticed the devil stalking amongst the commoners. Well, they did, but they so rarely raised a finger to do something about it. Yes, Haku was hunted and banished, but his cruel deeds continued to take lives. He knew liberty as few did because it was him against the world. King was nothing more than a mortal chosen to be sacrificed for continual horror.

”Not a pretty sight, now is it?” the male grumbled darkly, though in his eyes it truly was beautiful. The blood still oozing from wounds and limbs shattered beyond repair. Beautiful. Would the boy ever be able to see the world as he did before he was devoured by the beast? If not, then it was such a shame. The adult’s muzzle pushed the boy roughly forward, wanting the Dahlian child to stumble into the blood soaked ground and drown in the heavy fragrance of the red liquid.


<style type="text/css">
.haku-blackhole b {font-weight:bold; color:#054493; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.haku-blackhole-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.haku-blackhole p {text-indent:0px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}
.haku-blackhole {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wlibri.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 240px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.3px; text-align:justify;}
.haku-blackhole-separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
Table by Mel!

[/html]
#10
[html]

(519.)


His unruly heart throbbed in panic as the Haku's cruel teeth flashed—it threatened to halt his advance, but he pushed through it. King told himself not to listen to his heart-rate, to the quick wisps of breath that he was taking. It wasn't much as if he had a choice, though. He forced himself to remain calm, his measured steps speeding as he felt Haku's presence behind him urging him closer. The wolf lay so close now, close enough that he could touch him. King had seen pain before, he had seen bleeding wounds and broken bones. He had smelled death standing in the doorway, beckoning with cold resignation. But he hadn't seen anything that resonated in his veins, chords, and bones like this. It scared him out of his mind, but there was a darkness within that was interested—piqued. That darkness was not as frightened, and that meant that it was not weak. Finding this out, King desperately sought it out, trying to hold on to it as long as he could. He wasn't sure how long it would last, though.


King didn't know how to respond to his father. There was something—a sense of self-preservation?—that told him that anyone who was capable of doing this could do the same to him, just easier because he was smaller. The Dahlian boy doubted that the Soul's own blood in his veins mattered much. So what could he say that would keep him breathing? In the end, he didn't say anything—fear made him strike out along a neutral, silent path. He was distracted, though, and was taken by surprise as Haku nudged him even closer. He stumbled, nearly losing his footing in the blood-slick ground. He took an extra step, now practically up against the dying wolf. He could feel the faint shudder at the contact to his broken body and the dying warmth, he could see the blood seeping still from the wounds. In his surprise he had sucked in a breath of the air, and now the scent of blood fully fogged up his young head. He felt the impulse to back away, but he knew that was a dangerous idea. He stood his ground, feeling the warm-cold of the new and old blood beneath his paws.


It was obvious to him that this was some kind of set-up—Haku had done this and retrieved him here for some kind of purpose. Obviously, as he was right here instead of observing from back there, he was meant to do something. So, without looking back to his father, he asked in a voice that he prayed was steady, "What do you want me to do?" To his credit, minus the slightest waver, the words stood pretty strong—pretty stoic. He hoped he could keep it up, because he was no longer blind to the dangers nipping at his heels, breathing down his neck. At this very moment, his mind was on self-preservation—however this might affect him down the road was a little hazier. King could not focus on foresight with this before him.
[/html]
#11
[html]

I fail, but you know that <3

Close to the boy now, the madman was not oblivious of the young heart’s racing pace. It was good—fear was a brilliant force. The boy knew the immediate danger he was in, and there was a touch of silent admiration in the beast’s core as the young wolf managed to maintain control. Unease leaked into the air; a sickening sweet perfume, but the hungry fangs of the boy’s sire remained impassive for now, and that electric blue glare returned to the dying wolf before them. As long as the boy did not immensely disappoint him, his life would not end here.

The child was uncertain as to what to do, and the man was not at all surprised. He knew he was mad; knew that few individuals could understand his cruel motivation and deranged actions. He did not require it, however. He lived for himself alone, eager to draw horrible lines through history with his unspeakable actions. This boy was so close to being chosen, and resembled in many ways the young Haku before the darkness had invaded his heart. Most promising indeed. He felt hunger gnaw at his stone heart, but knew patience well.

The man’s neck bended lightly as he lowered his face down to the boy’s level; breath hot against the poor Dahlian’s neck. ”Guess.” The evil soaking the dark beast’s voice carried the wordless answer to the boy’s foolish question well enough. His mother had sheltered him well, and it was the father’s duty to mutilate the innocent soul. A light, weakened tumour spread through the broken body of the canine, and the blue eyed monster knew that the timing couldn’t have been better. Yellow eyes weeping in agony opened to peer up at the two canines watching, but the loner’s broken voice carried nothing more than a trembling groan in distress.



<style type="text/css">
.haku-blackhole b {font-weight:bold; color:#054493; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.haku-blackhole-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.haku-blackhole p {text-indent:0px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}
.haku-blackhole {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wlibri.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 240px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.3px; text-align:justify;}
.haku-blackhole-separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
Table by Mel!

[/html]
#12
You most definitely do not fail. Quite the opposite. (: 681 words.
[html]

His heart was racing fiercely—bright life fighting between two very different faces of death. King knew that he had been partially foolish before, thinking that he was truly meaningful to Haku Soul—he was sure that, if he did not please the man, he would end up just as this broken and bleeding wolf was. He was totally sure—there was no shadow of doubt within his young mind anymore. And even as he asked he had a vague idea of what he was going to have to do, and it was because he was between the evil behind him and the dying creature before him. He was being shaped, forged like a weapon in flame. He could not argue. He knew that the second he sensed Haku dip his head closer to King, when the boy could feel the heat of his poison breath on the back of his neck. It took everything he had not to shake with fear. The fear was present—it was everything—but he did not allow himself to show it. That was weakness.


Oh, he could guess. He almost didn't have to—he knew. King's paws were placed uncomfortably in the sodden ground; he could feel the blood seeping up, staining his paws. There was no hope for the wolf before him; King knew that. He would die anyway, and with the weak cry he gave to the two that were watching, King realized this. It's him or me. No. It's him, or me and him. It was so simple when he thought about it like that. His life was already half-way gone; it would almost be mercy to take it away now, and King hoped it would please Haku Soul enough to let his son continue living.


It was so simple when he thought about it like that, but the thought of someone's life being severed between his teeth was something he could barely imagine. King had killed creatures before, sure, but nothing that could look at him with streaming eyes, something that could try to talk to him. He wondered what he would say, if it were anything more than that groan. But there was nothing. This wolf was pain, death, suffering, and weakness. He had to do it, or else he would die. It was simple as that—and as complex as that, as well.


In the end, King Chance told himself to not think. He told himself to be fast. And so he was—without any warning to himself, his father, or his victim, the young man moved forward. Inexperienced jaws locked on to where he believed it would be easiest and fastest to kill, his neck. Blood immediately seeped through the wounds, so hot and willing that it startled him, and with that sickly-sweet and coppery taste that made a darkness deep within him croon with victory. He was momentarily stunned by the failing life he had between his teeth, but he snapped out of it quickly enough. King twisted his head, muzzle immediately awash in the blood that boiled up from the wound. The blue-eyed boy withdrew from what he had done, eyes wide. The wolf's neck was now little more than... blood. He could barely laceration beneath it. A hideous sound rose from the torn throat before the wolf died, yellow eyes glazing over. King watched the life fade from them as the body grew still—even the oozing blood began to slow.


Now the boy could not help himself. Paws and mouth covered with the blood of the man he killed, he trembled—he wished he could forget whom was behind him, but the breath on his neck didn't allow him to forget. He wished what he did could make up for his reaction. For, as he was frightened, that was not all that he shivered from. As he had watched the wolf die, he realized that it was something he had done. He had held a life within his hand and crushed it. That was power.


A darkness within King Chance had liked it.
[/html]
#13
[html]

<333 ILU

There were many things that formed a creature into what it was. Haku’s illness had turned him into something twisted and evil, yet highly superstitious. There was no doubt in the beast’s mind that he was something far greater than this façade of flesh and bones. Deranged and determined, and he firmly believed that King’s soul too eventually would belong to him. The tainted blood was strong in the young child, and there was room for greatness here. Patience came and went as it pleased in the madman’s brain, but the boy was given time. He stank of weakness, but he was young and had to be guided into the path of destruction. It was natural for the boy to experience fear. Death stood close behind him in the form of his sire. Had he broken into a run or surrendered to the fear, then he would have lost his life. King chose not to disappoint the monster.

As the boy moved forwards, the man withdrew and became an observer. Copper refreshed the stained atmosphere and the boy was victorious. Electric blue gazed upon the smaller form with contentment. Haku’s jagged teeth remained exposed, but the youth had passed the test. Blood soiled the young wolf’s glorious coat, but it was a sight of true beauty. He was not unaware of the quakes catching hold of the Dahlian’s body. It was the boy’s first kill. ”Remember that feeling,” the beast spoke softly, believing that just as his father, the young boy would eventually find dark pleasure in this deed. To hold a life in one’s hand gave a sense of power, but to be able to crush it and watch as death replaced life was indisputably beautiful. The crazed man charged then, pushing the trembling form of his biological son aside to destroy the cooling body of the boy’s first victim. Fangs ripped through the dead man’s tissue, staining muzzle and face alike with pink and crimson as he dined on the man’s flesh.



<style type="text/css">
.haku-blackhole b {font-weight:bold; color:#054493; letter-spacing:.5px; }
.haku-blackhole-ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:georgia, serif; font-size:11px; text-align:center; }
.haku-blackhole p {text-indent:0px; padding:3px 10px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;}
.haku-blackhole {margin:0 auto; width:400px; background-color:#FFFFFF; background-image:url(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a329/ ... wlibri.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #000000; padding: 240px 0px 3px 0px; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; line-height:14px; letter-spacing:.3px; text-align:justify;}
.haku-blackhole-separator{width:350px; border-bottom:1px dotted #000000; margin:0 auto 5px auto;}
</style>
Table by Mel!

[/html]


Forum Jump: