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WARNING This thread contains: graphic violence starting with the 5th post. Reader discretion is advised.




I'm unoriginal, but I've been meaning to send Bris back to where Kol died for awhile. XD

She probably shouldn't be here, but she didn't care. It was a cloudy grey day, and it had rained that morning, making the sand cool and moist beneath her body. In rare form, Bris was without her satchel, seeing as how she had one purpose and one alone when she'd set out at the break of dawn. The white yearling had been mindful to check on her sleeping charges before she'd left, and the Victorian house she and the pups shared with Conor and the others had been still in the early hours of the morning. Her goal in mind, Bris planned on returning before darkness fell, which meant that she had plenty of time to endulge in her solitude.


The young luperci's right ear twinged as it tried to get used to the new adornment Bris had fashioned the night before. In her many searches through Wolfville, she'd finally found a stud earring that would compliment the remaining half of her sister's slave earring perfectly. It was round and made of silver, like Kol's bottom half had been, but instead of the spider-web pattern that had made up that circle's interior, Bris' stud contained a symetrical cross. It was what was known to the ancient humans as a medicine wheel, though Bris had no way of knowing that as of yet, and silver feathers hung down from it's hoop. In the center of the rough-looking cross was set a small cabochon of opal, its various hues of blue, green, purple, and yellow sparkling in what little light broke through the clouds. After connecting the newfound medicine wheel stud with a small silver chain to Kol's thunderbird-engraved earcuff, Bris had performed her very first piercing: on herself. She'd seen her older sister do the procedure plenty of times, and the white Stormbringer was fairly pleased with how her first piercing had turned out. With a little more practice, she might even consider doing it for others.


A chilly breeze caressed the wispy white fur of Bris' long mane of hair. Sighing softly, the girl pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs as she stared out at the grey expanse of choppy water. There was a storm rolling in from across the bay, but Bris had no intention of leaving until she was ready. It had been nearly two months since Kol had lost her life on this very shore, and Bris could almost believe she heard her sister's voice on that wind that sang across the sand. Not a day went by that the young girl didn't long for a second chance to relive that day, to do something more, to save her sister's life. Not a day went by when those crucial moments didn't flash through her head. The sound of the waves on the shore, the blood that turned the sand a bright and beautiful crimson, the madness in Kol's killer's scarlet eyes as he'd moved in for the kill, the tears that had streamed from Bris' own eyes as she'd shrieked out a battle cry and tried desperately to save her sister; they were all a part of the Dahlian as readily now as the blood that coursed through her veins. Unbidden, Bris felt hot tears well up in her mismatched eyes, and she buried her head in her arms. "I'm sorry Kol, oh god I'm so sorry. I just wasn't good enough..."



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323. Works for me! c:
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He had been watching her. Ever since Kol’s death, Hybrid had been watching and planning, waiting for the right time to find her and ruin her. He had promised death to many others already; some had been in Dahlia and some had not. Either way, they had all disappeared on him and he had been unable to follow through. He had promised that white bitch that he would find her and make her scream, but where was she now? Certainly not in Dahlia anymore; he had not seen her in many months, and he did not even know her name to inquire about her. Hybrid would not let this chance get away. He had been granted the opportunity to execute his plans to completion, and he would not fail again. He owed the pale wolf that much.

He began to follow her as she exited the territory. He remained far away, not wanting to reveal himself until he was absolutely ready. He had even lost her a few times, but quickly realized she was returning to the beach where her sister had died. Eventually, she found the sands where the warrior had fallen. Hybrid hesitated, holding back for a few seconds, contemplating his words. He wanted to savour this moment, this entire day. It had to be perfectly or all of his waiting would have been for nought. He readied himself, calming his breathing and focusing his mind on the task ahead: he would make her scream.


He approached quietly, moving with ease and precision in his Secui form. Each step was precise as he came closer to his victim. His intention was to arrive a metre behind her without being noticed; he hoped she did not sense him before he arrived. He did not want her to ruin it.


“Oh, don’t cry, my kitten,” he cooed sweetly. He offered her a wide smile, full of teeth and washed blood. “It’ll be alright.”


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God he's so creepy. XDD

To say she was shocked at the revalation that there was someone else on the beach would have been an understatement. Yet this other pressence brought with it a sense of fear that overshadowed any initial shock the white girl had. The wind itself seemed to vanish with the male's arrival, and his hushed voice sent a chill of terror and disgust down Bris' spine. The Dahlian had been too lost in her grief to have noticed the feel of the hybrid approaching, and when he announced his pressence, his voice was deathly close. Bris shivered as she suddenly snapped her head around, swiveling to confirm with her eyes what she already knew.


The blood red eyes that met her stare were unmistakable, and the girl swallowed uneasily as she found herself momentarily unable to move. Gone was the anger she'd shown at the Inferni border, when she'd tried to charge past the mounted guard and seek out Kol's killer in order to take revenge. Gone was the brazen foolishness of that day, replaced only with an absolute sense of getting in well over her head. Her mind flashed back to her last day on this beach, her sister's voice echoing in her ears. "Bris, RUN!! GET OUT OF HERE!!" Even now, the yearling's legs were screaming at her to do the same, but she couldn't move. There was something about her sister's killer that held her there, something more than the stare of a simple murderer. And whatever it was that lurked in the depths of those crimson eyes terrified the Dahlian.


Bris' stomach tied itself into a knot as the male's words hissed over her ears. His darling little pet name made the girl sick to her stomach, and as the initial shock of his pressence sank in, Bris forced herself to swallow her heart back into her chest. A low growl rumbled in her chest as she remained where she'd sat, her mismatched eyes flashing in fury as she tried to hide her fear. Absently it occured to her that she didn't even know the killer's name. Bris could still taste the salt of his blood as she'd distracted him in the water that fateful day, and there had been more important things than learning the bastard's name at the time. The Stormbringer's lip began to curl into a disgusted snarl as she forced her fear farther and farther down. "Did you come for another gay little frolic in the water?" Bris had no idea the male had been following her, stalking her the entire morning. The knowledge may just have been that extra little push to make her stomach betray her. No other words came to her lips as she simply stared back at her sister's killer, her heart warring between terror and rage, her growl still rumbling softly in her chest. She could only hope that if he had murderous intentions again, someone would be near enough to hear her cries for help. Bris wasn't clouded enough by grief anymore to think she could stand a chance against the monster.



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Aww, thank you! C: (316)
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There it was: fear. Hybrid inhaled slowly, savouring the emotions while Bris moved quickly to see him. While he could not experience many of the emotions this girl felt, it did not matter; he could enjoy them just the same. There was no difference, for now he was a spectator at his own little game. He exhaled slowly, grinning as he saw his fur shift in the slight breeze. The girl was thinking so many things and he could see the subtle shifts in her eyes as she considered one thought and then discarded it, only to be presented with an entirely new one. There was so much the girl was saying without even moving or speaking. It was absolutely fascinating, and Hybrid was glad he had followed her here. He knew it would be worth it if he bode his time and picked the proper place to confront her. Luckily, she had provided him with the perfect opportunity. It had only taken two months of waiting; two months of steeled patience, but it was worth it now.


His grin widened when the girl began to speak, glad she finally snapped out of her reverie. Now that she was speaking to him, he would be free to reply with whatever he wanted. He could mock her and exaggerate her sister’s death to whatever he wanted; he could even say he’d fucked her or that she had enjoyed it. He could say any fucking thing he wanted and it would still hurt this girl. This thought made his grin widen; this was far too much fun.

“No, just here for my favourite girl,” he replied, his voice deepening near the end. He gave her a wink and moved closer. He snaked his head around, trying to make it so he would be within range to nuzzle her cheek, parodying the affectionate motion mothers did with their children.

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Her skin crawled, her hackles rising involuntarily as the dog moved closer. His every movement was snakelike in Bris' eyes, and she couldn't help but shift herself back a bit as he closed the gap between them. The logical part of her knew she was fairly well trapped: before her was the beast, behind her was the sea. Bris had no desire to feel the frigid water sap her strength away, but neither did she wish to try her luck with the cruelty of the male who taunted her. She was at a loss at what to do.



The white girl's stomach clenched into a ball of iron as the filthy cur spoke. Another twinge of fear flashed through her blue and violet gaze as his words sank in, and she forced herself to swallow her heart back into her chest as it tried to form a lump in her throat. Her movements of retreat were hastened somewhat as the male came even closer. "What? What the hell does that mean?! Don't TOUCH me!!" The last venom-laced words were punctuated by a swipe of the Dahlian's claws at the male's face. It was a move of desperation as her fear intensified with the sadistic look in the mongrel's eyes. The girl's heart began to race. She'd never before felt fear this palpable; there was just something unnamed and absolutely terrifying behind the Infernian's stare. Bris had no time to realize whether or not her blow had connected before she scrambled to her feet, intending to make a bee-line down the beach and back into Dahlian territory.



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Aww, thank you! C: (316)
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Every movement she made was a fine delicacy; it was something to be savoured and then devoured while enjoying every bite. Her movements seemed slow, as if the fear had bred itself thick in her bones and was now wreaking havoc on her marrow. Soon, the ligaments and muscle tissue would rot away and only decorations for Inferni’s borders would be left. He could mount her skull on a stick and tie her bones onto other sticks nearby.

The fear quickly crept into her eyes as she evaluated her options. She glanced around, trying to find an exit, but realized that there was none. Nonetheless, she began to back up, and then spoke, too. Hybrid cackled, amused at her questioning. She concluded her question with a swipe of her paw, which came far too quickly for Hybrid to anticipate. He felt her claws take some fur and flesh off the edge of his muzzle and frowned slightly. The shock was worse than the pain, since the girl had been backing up when she “attacked.” Moreover, he suspected the fear had made her appendages go rubbery, as if she really was losing all of her muscle. What a funny thought! He chuckled quietly to himself.

“Oh, but pretty little girl, what gorgeous eyes you have,” he gurgled, chortling wickedly. But then, she took off. Hybrid snarled and ran after her, letting his long, spindly legs carry him in pursuit of the wicked white ghost. Fear made her run quickly, so Hybrid had to ensure that he used his Secui form to his advantage and chased her down while she was still outside of Dahlian bounds.


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OOC: Feel free to pp a bit if you need to! XD


There were some things one's optime form was quite useful for. Jewelry making, writing, reading, crafting things, even fighting were all made easier by the advantage of an opposable thumb. Fleeing, however, was severely hindered. Two legs carrying a much larger body were significantly slower than four legs carrying the lighter form of a normal wolf. Bris' upright form was further snagged by the sand she was running in; her large footpaws sinking into holes as she pumped her legs as fast as she possibly could. The girl's arms were not long enough in this form to enable her to run in an awkward four-legged attempt either, and she silently cursed her current circumstances. Her pursuer, however, was in the half-form between wolf and upright, and it gave him an advantage. Bris knew he was faster than she was like this, but if she stopped to shift, he'd catch her in an instant. There was no time, and the male's twisted red eyes sent a sliver of terror down the girl's spine that spurred her feet a little faster as she glanced back over her shoulder.



There wasn't a doubt in Bris' mind that the Infernian's aim was to kill her. After all, she'd been the one to attempt a rescue of her sister that fateful day on the beach. It had been unsuccessful, but Kol's last breath had been taken after her killer had retreated. He may not know he'd succeeding in taking the life from his prey that day, and could very well blame Bris for losing the glory of the kill. It was the only logical reason in Bris' mind that he would seemingly seek her out. But she couldn't die, not now, not when she had her brother's children to take care of and a home within the borders of Dahlia that meant the world to her. Adrenaline coursed throught the girl's veins as she fled, trying desperately to gain any sort of lead on the male behind her. Her lungs burned as she once again glanced behind her, only to see that the mangy half-beast was gaining. Bris was not a coward, but the terror the beast forced into her heart was like nothing she'd ever felt before, and only one thought rang through the snowy woman's head as she ran with all her might. Any moment he would be on her, and her mind's silent scream of denial was deafening. She could even waste the breath it would take to howl for help. She couldn't slow down, not now, not ever.



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As Hybrid pursued his victim, he pondered the possibility of humanity. During his fight with the dark warrior, he had created a sort of humanity for her, which had made the fight more interesting and somehow, more painful. He had acknowledged certain truths about her that he would have normally ignored: her prowess and determination. He had gone beyond his black and white beliefs of the basic evil that grew within the hearts of wolves and created a stronger, more masculine persona for the woman. Normally, he would not have done such a thing. Normally, the fight would have been simple and straightforward, but something had stopped him. He had hindered the fight by crafting a sort of humanity, considering details that one could have admired, had she been male. As he pursued the woman’s sister, he considered how he could create humanity for her, too. He could fashion a new existence that only lived in the recesses of his mind, which preyed upon his prejudices and values. However, he knew he could not afford to do that again. The fight would not become more interesting if he did, and it would jeopardize his belief system. He had to be realistic. He had to consider only what was true and real, not what he could create for himself.


At the same time, he wondered if he could make her do the same to him. Could he make her craft a new belief of who he was? He had done it to Pilot – he realized that now – but could he do it again? The first time he had done it unconsciously. This time, he would have to do it with the intention to shape and mould her young mind. He smiled wickedly as he considered what he could change.


With determination snapping at his feet, Hybrid knew he had to move quickly to seal this girl’s fate. He looped around to her side, speeding up and mocking her. In her Optime form, she would not be able to out run him. No, he would play with his food and then eat her up. Hybrid yipped at her, keeping pace with her and then falling back. He did this a number of times before finally falling back behind her one final time. He lunged forward with a burst of energy, his mouth wide, with the intent of closing down on her back foot with his teeth.

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She knew he was playing with her. With every yip he made, with every glance he shot her way as he came alongside her, her heart threatened to stop. The woman's mouth was dry as she sucked in air, her lungs burning with added strain as she tried to push her body beyond its capability. She needed to get away, she needed to escape, but she could feel the male closing in. No, not closing in. He had already gained on her, his little cat-and-mouse teasing ramming that fact through to Bris' foggy brain. If she got away now, it would be by the grace of the spirits alone, or by her attacker's twisted desire.



Tears threatened to spill from Bris' eyes as her desperation grew, but she forced them back. If nothing else, should would never let her sister's murderer know just how deeply he terrified her. Bris suddenly gasped for air as pain lanced through her right ankle and her body slammed to the earth. Wet sand caked into her white coat as she scrambled for some sort of purchase, red blood trickling down her muzzle from where she'd bitten her lip as she'd hit the ground. Panic threatened to consume her as she tried to pull herself away, stealing the breath from her lungs and the voice from her throat. Her ankle flared where the hybrid had caught her, but she ignored the pain as she kicked out with her back claws at her attacker. Bris' chest burned as she tried desperately to pull herself away with her arms, her front claws slipping in the moist sand as she gritted her teeth. She had to escape those burning red eyes. She just had to.



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Every bound brought him closer to his prey, and Hybrid was certainly one known to pursue his prey to the end. He was determined and capable; this was a deadly combination for the pale wolf. Hybrid loped behind her, refusing to let his pride overtake him when she was well within his reach. While he was certain he could probably fall back a bit, he did not want to let her think even for a moment that he was giving up or getting tired. She was his and he wanted her to know it.


Hybrid’s teeth met his mark, pulling his opponent to her knees. She tumbled forward, surging into the sand face first. The smell of blood rose was in the air: a familiar, welcome scent for the coyote. As soon as she touched the ground, Hybrid was upon her. Unfortunately, he moved too quickly and Bris caught him in the chest with her back leg. Hybrid gasped in surprise as he had all of the wind knocked out of him. The force of her kick threw him back two metres, where he then landed awkwardly on his shoulder, rolling over his back and coming to a stop. Hybrid pulled himself to his feet, wincing at the pain that suddenly flared up in his shoulder. Oh, this girl had some fight in her – but it was still new. By the time he was through with her, she would be a weeping mess.


Hybrid bounded toward his prey again, trying to make up for lost time with sheer determination. He could see that Bris had taken advantage of her last-ditch attack and was pulling herself up with her arms alone. Hybrid moved quickly, running toward his prey. When he was close enough, he launched himself at her back, intending to grab a hold of her shoulders with his claws and take her throat in his teeth.


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Hope flared up in Bris' chest as she felt her right leg make contact with the male's chest. Her kick had been solid, and a spared glance over her shoulder proved that she'd managed to send her attacker sailing back. Adrenaline coursed through her body, and the white Dahlian pulled her legs beneath her and surged forward. The grey sand beneath her was still a major hinderance, as the werewolf couldn't seem to gain any sort of friction with her feet. Unfortunately, her attempt at getting back on her feet was short-lived. The male's full body weight suddenly slammed into her back, his fangs sinking into the right side of her neck and shoulder. Blood dripped over her collarbone and down her shoulderblade as she went down again.



Panic nearly overtook the Dahlian as she felt crushed beneath her attacker's weight. She couldn't turn over to try and fight with her arms and front claws, as that had been a mistake Kol had warned her she'd made the first time she'd fought the monster. No, she had to try and throw him off again, and then flee. Bris was no longer stupid enough and blind enough to believe she could beat him on her own. Gritting her teeth against the pain lancing through her shoulder, Bris writhed and twisted beneath the red-eyed demon, trying her best to loosen his grip on her and toss him away long enough to get her feet back under her. Growling in pain and rising frustration, she reached her right hand up to claw at the male's face as she tried to twist her body to roll him beneath her, aiming to gouge out the beast's eyes and pin him beneath her and the ground. If she could blind him and stun him or crush the wind from him, maybe she could loosen his hold and lunge away. Bris was completely inexperienced in fighting, and there was no doubt in the yearling's mind that Kol's killer knew that intimately.



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Okay, I think we're nearly done! Big Grin One more post, then Hybrid can be creepy and Bris runs away?
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His throbbing shoulder made every step painful. It did not help that each breath was a battle to draw in air to his damaged lungs in long, painful, wheezing gasps. Despite these setbacks, Hybrid was determined to soldier on and ensure that this white wolf understood his intentions. She would feel fear every time she saw a coyote and she would feel hatred so raw and vile it would drive everyone she loved away. He hoped to make her mad, and to do that, he would have to strip her of her humanity.


When he thought about the bigger picture, his wounds weren’t as painful. They were all part of the plan, and for this plan, he could handle such wounds. Although, he would much rather inflict pain on his opponent -- that would be ideal.


Hybrid felt his teeth sink in to her shoulder, but as soon as he made contact, the wolf began to squirm and thrash beneath him. It was a familiar tactic, and while Hybrid was prepared to withstand the blows she would inevitably deal him, he had to save his energy – for the greater picture, that was.


He was too slow: her claws met his face, ripping away skin and fur, as well as Hybrid’s jolly grin. He roared in pain as he felt her claws near his eyes and reacted exactly the same way she had: through chaos. He thrashed and moved, trying to lash out at the girl before they completely separated. Whatever she had done, his right eye hurt terribly and was covered in blood. He couldn’t see out of it, but he hoped it was only from the blood, not a permanent wound.



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OOC: Sounds great lovie!!!! Thanks for always being so patient with me. XD *lovelovelove* Feel free to PP Bris if you need to in your next post. ;D



Bris got lucky: her claws had found their mark. The white fur of her hand turned crimson as Hybrid's blood stained her claws and fingers, and she could feel his movements suddenly become more erratic. She had no idea how badly or lightly she'd wounded him, but it was at least making a difference in the fight. Bris felt a sudden burst of energy and adrenaline as she realized she'd managed to mark him, and she bucked and twisted her shoulders and hips underneath him. She had to shake him off, it was the only way in hell she stood a chance at survival.



It was hard to believe that a mere two months ago Bris had stood at the borders of Inferni in search of the very monster who now clawed and tore at her back. She'd gone to kill him in cold blood, to take out her rage and avenge her sister, but the scars that crossed her ribs and palms were the only things she managed to achieve that day. The mounted guard had found her and forced some sense into her with pain, but she hadn't realized just how epic of a failure her endeavor would have been that day. Bris was no match at all for the mangy Infernian who was toying with her, and her fury would have made her all the more stupid and easier to kill. She'd been a fool to think otherwise, and now the point was being violently driven home by her attacker's fangs and claws. Her actions seemed to be loosening the male's grip however, and she continued to fight for her life. She had more to live for now than ever before, and she couldn't let the beast take it all away. Not today, not ever.



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320. Not a problem! This thread went by really fast! And I PP'd a tiny bit to get Hybrid away from her -- but ouchie, she got him again. Sad But now it's creepy time!
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As Hybrid moved, the girl moved; when she realized she had wounded him, she thrashed and attacked again with renewed vigour. He had reacted poorly, as a novice would, to her attack. He had even thought how he was reacting the same way she had (through chaos) and that she was a novice. His ineptitude was beginning to show; he was not suited for this kind of toying. His entire fighting style was tailored to his goals, which were usually very basic and focused on one thing: eliminating his opponent. Clearly, he would have to improve his techniques if a young, female wolf who had barely seen the light of battle could wound him like this.

He retreated, trying to separate himself from this unworthy woman. She did not deserve the kind of mercy he was giving her – not now, at least. But soon, it would be worth it; Hybrid just had to have patience. Hybrid’s legs carried him just far enough away from the pale woman that he could retreat or attack. While he had thrown himself off her, her claws had caught some of his fur and skin (and Hybrid missed it already). But he moved quickly, trying to avoid her limbs and claws and teeth. He was somewhat successful, but his body ached all over. Her frenzied, last-ditch attack had worked, and Hybrid was rather bitter about it. Although his legs were bleeding and his face was a swollen, red mess, he knew he still had the upper hand.

“Run away, little kitty,” he said at last, once he was certain it was safe to speak. “Hide, little kitty,” he added, grinning madly. The movement tore at his wounds and he could feel the skin by his maw beginning to split. He began to laugh, amused that he was giving himself the canine version of a Glasglow smile. He would look so pretty for his little kitty.

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OOC: YAY CREEPY. XD I'll ask for this to be archived! OMG I'm loving this plot so much!!



Bris had no idea how much longer she could continue to fight off the mangy beast before her body would simply give out from exhaustion. Everyone had their limits, and no energy reserve was infinite. The white woman knew this innately, but she was determined to throw everything she could at the murderer before he took it all away. If she was destined to lose everything today, here where her sister had done the same, then she damn sure was not going without a fight.



Suddenly, by some miracle, her attacker got sloppy. Air filled her lungs as the weight of the monster was suddenly gone from her back, and her sticky claws instinctively reached for the ground to push herself up. Blood dripped down her chest and back from her stalker's fangs and claws, and she dared not look back as she forced her feet to move as fast as they possibly could. When she'd gotten far enough from where she went down, Bris spared a glimpse over her bloodied shoulder at her attacker. To her amazement, he wasn't giving chase. Instead he merely stood where he'd caught her, his wicked face plastered with blood and a gut-wrenching illusion of a grin. She didn't hear the words he uttered as she ran, but she didn't need to. All that mattered now was getting home to the life she'd nearly just lost.



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