[M] - The Savage in us all
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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.



Hi =] WC: 270


She’d been hunting him for a while now. A lonely soul, not of Soul’s lands though. He had just come onto the neutral territories not too long ago. She guessed he was scared. He kept running from her when she neared him. The brute was a plump one, but he was slightly young. She had no idea why he was running. That’s a lie, yes she did. She wanted his throat. She wanted to taste his blood in her mouth and feel it sliding down her throat as she drank it.

She continued to stalk the white outsider, and his white pelt made it a little difficult around the snowy parts to see him. Axelle stayed to the right of him so he would only be able to see her white side and wouldn’t give herself that much away. If only I had someone else to corner him on the other side… That would be ideal. She fervently wanted to know what wolf tasted like. It was probably pretty good since there were so many cannibals out there in the world.

She stopped trailing him. He looked fat and tired, and she was tired of chasing him without a plan. She wasn’t worried about him getting away, he wouldn’t get far. He was scared and he hadn’t a clue of where he was. He was good, for now. Axelle stopped in her tracks by a few sweet smelling trees. If the wind blew, he wouldn’t smell her. This was going to be the hunt of a lifetime, if only she could come up with a plan… And a trustworthy partner…



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OOC- Better make this an M thread. NECRO-J'ADORE IS BAD!

J'adore legged it through the forest. Though it was night, his fur was already coated with red. He came across another wolf running and afraid. He jumped at it in Secui form, tearing it's throat out, not caring about the mess. He used his claws, large and thick, to open the white wolfs chest open. Pulling his heart out easily, he continued to run, meeting up with a ink potted female, he spat out the heart. 'Lost something?' He taunted, his eyes no longer white pools, but black, darker than deepest pit. The mane of his Secui form dripped with blood, seriously there was a pool! His eyes rolled back in exhaustion, he had not stopped running for hours, and he dropped to the floor, landing on his side, little more than ignoring the talking ink pot in front of him. He started to hum, the Marcha Real, idly. He rolled onto his back laughing like an insane. ’You know what’s funny? That people make promises and the forget them!’ he gasped for breathe, still laughing. He didn’t know why he found it so funny... Maybe it was the drugs and alcohol, but he was always like this it was hard to tell.
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As Axelle took a break by the sweet scented trees she heard growls, a few yelps, and nothing. Her ears perked up and she looked with great interest toward the sounds. Then she saw J’adore padding toward her. He was bloody. Was he the one yelping? Maybe she had this white wolf all wrong. But then she saw what was so bloody. The heart was dripping from inside J’adore’s mouth. He dropped it in the white snow, which was a salmon color now since it was so bloody. J’adore dropped in front of her. She was disappointed. The blood on him wasn’t his, it was the plump brute she had been pursuing for hours and for J’adore just to kill him like that made her angry.

Lost something? Yeah, I freaking lost something! A whole wolf to your stupid jowls! Selfish!

She snarled at him as he laid there in the snow singing and insanely laughing and talking to himself. Her eyes were filled with rage because she wanted a piece of that kill and he hogged it all to himself! She kicked the heart and it aimed for his head, and then she stormed off toward the body not too far away. She didn’t care about the heart. He could have it. She wanted to kill. Kill kill kill.

When she neared it, she saw the bloody snow. Blood was everywhere. On the trees, rocks, the snow, and the corpse. The corpse. She snarled seeing her prey mauled and limp. Sure, she wanted a partner, but she wanted part in that kill. She got a partner, but no relief in her bloodlust. She was pissed. Her eyes scanned the mangled body. The brute’s guts were spilling out all over the ground and steaming from being fresh. She didn’t even want to eat him now. She was just so angry. She wanted to eat something she killed, and it was all over just like that. So quick, not even fun or memorable. She couldn’t even put this memory in her insane vault because she did nothing. Nothing!

Axelle growled more and paced back and forth next to the kill. She cursed herself under her breathe. The perfect brute, and just another would not suffice. This one was hers and now it’s gone. Wasted. After pacing a few more times, she sat facing the dead white male with a pissed off look on her face. J’adore was gonna get it!



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J'adore shifted when Axelle left. He was leaning against a tree, it covered him in shadows. She had not gone too far away and boy did she look pissed. J'adore gave a grin, You know' he paused dramatically 'We could always find someone else to slaughter. He was fat and boring.. plenty of meat, but I guess we're not killing for the pleasure of food. Or are we hungry and sadistic? I am...' he trailed off, chewing some kind of drug. 'Ya ‘know? I like wolf meat better than rabbit, or elk, or cow, or anything really'. Actually Necro J'adore didn't mind eating anything. (Mean while sane J'adore is trapped in his head shouting 'Ewww, no! Don't eat that! J'adore laughed again, this time it was a more humble laugh. Like a friendly chuckle. It was impossible to tell what was going on in his mind now, it was full of unreadable crap as usual. ’so are we gonna do something or just sit on our arses like two old folks?!’ he asked with the usual stupid, manic and annoying grin. Right now Necro J’adore is the type of person you wanna punch. Go ahead do it, he thinks it’s funny.
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Kill something else? Right now she wanted to rip his head off. She slowly turned her angry face toward him with an angry snarl permanently curling on her lips. It pulled them back to show teeth, not blood stained sadly, but sharp fangs. Her hackles rose and she stalked toward him as if she were stalking prey. Not that he would move or anything, but she didn’t exactly care at the moment. Loud snarls continued to let their way out of her throat while she made her way toward him. Then she stood before him, took a deep breath and stared at the ground for a moment before looking up and flipping out on him.

Kill something else? Kill something else! I wanted THIS one, and what do you do?! You kill him all for your selfish ass self!

She paused to snarl some more. Snarling was good. Snarling was so J’adore didn’t become her next victim. Fine, maybe another prey would suffice. It would give her something to take her anger out on. She looked away from him and pondered the thought for a moment. Yes, if he actually lets me KILL this one.. I will be happy. Well, at least normal or content. She looked up at him again and half yelling and half not, she told him what the plan was.

Fine! But I get to kill THIS one! You do not touch it! YOU just be my wing man and help corner it for me… I want to do the mauling this time…

She took another deep breath and smelled something, well someone, nearby. Another lone wolf, but not in the Souls’ Territory borders. Since they were pretty close to actually leaving Souls, they could smell all others lingering around outside their wonderland. Wonderful…

Axelle trotted lowly towards the scent. She stayed low to the ground so that the other would not be able to spot her. Too late. There was a black wolf, big one, standing quite near to her. Nearer than she expected him to be. He stood in place and snarled at her. Oh, well. I was spotted anyway. She stood tall and walked more so over to him, snarling too with her tail high and hackles raised. She’d been waiting to do this for so long. Seeing how the other wolf backed off, he must’ve smelled the Souls scent on her. He continued to back away. Good, this isn’t gonna be a fight then. But then, when he guard was down, the wolf lunged at her knocking her to the ground and biting whatever he can. He had her pinned, but her teeth were grabbing whatever they could too.

One swift move and she had the brute off of her and rolling away in the snow. She immediately jumped on him and tore at his body. He managed to kick her off of him and darted away limping and leaving a trail of blood. Axelle was bleeding, too, from her face and neck. The brute turned and headed into the trees. He will not get far limping like that. Plus, he was leaving a trail of blood behind him that was easy to scent. Couldn’t get much easier.

Axelle fell behind and waited for J’adore to catch up. He probably wasn’t far since the fight was going on for a few minutes now. It was time to pursue.


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J'adore ignored the female as she ranted, giggling when the black one got away. 'Fail!' he shouted approaching from the rear. 'I'll go around him push him towards you and hopefully you'll get you sadistic kicks for today' he grinned manically before disapearing left. His arc took him a quarter of a mile till he got to the black thing. A rushed forward a bit and got in front of him, 'Hey dude!' he said in a surfers accent before chasing 'Blacky' off towards Axelle. 'Heads up Inkpot!' he growed as he manouvered Blacky towards her. The big black guy wasn't very fast, J'adore probably could of caught him and severed his throat and butchered him full stop. The shadowy loner stumbled back like a clumsy pup and was at the mercy of Axelle, but he was also at J'adore mercy too. And the european boy couldn't help himself... He nipped at the animals chest and with a low hiss at himself pulled away and took a few cautious steps back. He hadn't killed it, but he'd stopped it moving so much and it was now making a high whining sound. He looked up at Axelle, ready to watch her have all the fun.
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He just has to take the fun out of everything! At least this one wasn’t dead, but it wasn’t moving around as much as she would’ve liked either. She liked a challenge, and if her prey was going to fight back, that was a thrill for her. Even if she did get a few injuries in the process. The black brute was walking slowly as if he gave up now. Fuck. Axelle didn’t see much of a challenge in this, but it would have to do.

The black brute still made an effort to get away when Axelle bounded toward him. He tried to run as fast as he could, but with a ravaged leg and a bleeding chest he wasn’t going to get too far. Axelle quickly caught up to him, and leapt on him knocking him to the ground. She snarled in his face and showed her gleaming fangs dripping with saliva. A few drops of spit landed on the black’s cheek and he cringed. There was nothing left in him to even try to fight her back for drooling on his face. He was a done deal. She laughed wholly in his face before ripping his throat out.

As she did it, she could feel the warm blood flowing through her teeth and around in her mouth. She continued to rip out chunks of neck until the male gave a last yelp before lying limp and choking on his own blood. When the kill was finally finished, she tore the torso open with her fangs to find steamy prizes inside. This ones heart she will eat. She ripped the heart out of the chest cavity, having to weave through ribs and such, and carried it over to the side to eat. The heart was gushing with warm life liquid and she enjoyed in greatly as she ripped pieces from it and swallowed them. Eat your heart out.

When she was finished with the heart, she moved back over to the body and began her pick of other internal organs. None looked to appetizing, so she went for the usual tasty skin and muscles around the animal so much like herself. She was satisfied. She got her kill, she ate her heart. What more did she need? Axelle looked up from her kill with a bloody face, and motioned for J’adore to join her, not that he needed permission. But he might as damn well take caution. She was still in savage mode. Anything could happen in this state of mind.


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OOC- This is really short reply but my muse has fizzled XD

The spaniard strolled over and began to rip the neck and back and shoulder flesh. He finished and pulled his head up, 'I'm gonna head off... Got things to do' he stated. He drifted away at a slow pace incase Axelle replied. He picked up his bag and made his way to the tree line. J'adore didn't really have anything to do but he was tired and better than telling Inkpot that he would just fizzle off to his bed and sleep. He wasn't a lazy boy though, in fact he was quite active, but he tired quickly due to his lifestyle. Oh well he snapped to himself Suites me fine, why should I be bothered?' He pulled his bag from the ground and truned to see if Axelle was going to speak. He waited for a second and disappeared into the forest. He shifted to his tidy, lithe Lupus form and rushed off to sleep.
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J’adore didn’t eat as much as Axelle would’ve expected. He picked at a few things then slunk off into the trees. She was busy eating and didn’t even get to say goodbye before he disappeared. She looked around rather confused, and then looked down at the bloody mess on the ground before her. He was all for killing, but none for eating. Whatever. Axelle was done with him, too, and stepped away from the carcass.

Her eyes followed a trail of paw prints in the snow toward a group of trees. Should she follow them? Why not? She jumped over the body and followed the prints into the trees. That was where she found J’adore snoozing. She turned and kicked snow into his face, and then turned to face him.

Are you serious?

After a moment of no answer, she tried again.

Hunting has tired you out, huh?

Another fail. He hadn’t answered either times she tried, and she was about to turn to leave before she thought she heard something from him. She craned her neck to look at him.



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This table is for J'adore Austral! Big Grin


J'adore opened his eyes and shook his head lightly, he wasn't tired, just bored. The chase was over and the prey was dead.


Anything else we can do? he asked, rolling onto his back.


He was for the kill not the meat. He had eaten a while ago, but not long enough for him to be hungry again. The Spaniard was lazy these days, nobody was stupid enough to approach him, unless they were friendly with him. With Axelle, they had been on a steady friendship for years, though they were both temperate and had caused each other a few injuries the pair still met up with each other every few days. The relationship would probably never go any further. If it did however, it's not to say he wouldn't let it.


He giggled softly, it was a light dancing sound, unbelievable coming from the solid brute. J'adore stood and stared Axelle in the eyes.


What do you wanna do?! he grinned childishly, still giggling a little. For know reason.



He shook the frost from his fur and rolled his eyes at the silence, 'You gonna speak?'. Payback? Ha! he thought.


He gazed up at the sky, thinking this was probably the best relationship he'd every had with anyone. Which would make Axelle his best friend... Wierd?



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He rose to his feet and looked as if he was never even tired. Though, he was just sleeping in the snow curled in a ball about ten seconds ago. What you wanna do? I don’t know. Axelle turned her body to face him, and she looked him in the eyes. She didn’t say anything because she was thinking of possibilities. They had already done what she wanted to do, now it was up to him.

You gonna speak? She looked at him with an angry confused face.

Of course I’m gonna speak!

She paced in her place for a moment before stopping, and opening her mouth, but nothing came out. She continued pacing until she stopped again, and turned to him.

We already did what I wanted to do, what about you? What would you like to do?

Now’s your chance. She looked at him intently awaiting his answer. It was a little too late for her, and she told him mockingly:

You gonna speak?




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occgoodnessss


He rolled his milky eyes. This was getting them nowhere. 'I asked you...' he stated, like a child asserting their rights. Why should he kill off his brain cells on account of her! 'S'pose we could get wasted?' he offered up his tail swishing lazily. He coughed and licked his maw, 'Yeah let's get wasted and stoned!' He flipped from his butt to his paws with a manic smile. He wanted to get wasted, if Axelle didn't he'd make her, but he supposed she would.


Even though he had known her for donkeys years, he still couldn't tell what she would say. If he'd given more attention to his companion, perhaps he'd know if she'd say yes.


There was a silence as Axelle considered. Or at least that what she was porbably doing. He didn't see Axelle as the type to stand open mouthed randomly. Again though, with J'adore's apathecity, who knew.


'Come on...' he whined, 'Let's get pissed!' His voice was pleading and childish. 'Please?'


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OOc.


J’adore rolled around on the ground below her by her paws. His whining was very annoying, and she didn’t know how much longer she can take it. He wanted to drink, but where was the bottle? She looked around herself, and didn’t see one. And stoned, where was the weed then?

Where are your supplies then?

It wasn’t a yes or a no, so he didn’t get his answer that easily. She wanted to know what they would be drinking and what they would be smoking before she actually agreed. She wasn’t really into it as much as he was, so maybe she didn’t exactly want to. His pleading gaze was mesmerizing because she thought his eyes were so cool. She sat in her spot and awaited some facts that would answer all of her questions.

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Short because my muse had been wasted on school Sadp>




The golden man pranched on his four paws and span three-sixty in the air. 'It's here!' he said, willing Axelle to follow him over the the tree he was using as a shelter. Digging hard at the frozen earth he produced a bottle of vodka. 'Igg 'eeper 'own, 'ders 'rugs', he struggled to speak with his mouthful. He dropped the bottle and re spoke his words, 'I said 'Dig deeper down, theres drugs' he nodded, ' And more booze'. A sudden thought went through his mind, he sound do this more often. Hide his booze, because the main reason he dropped the bottle was the temperature of it. I don't know what on earth the drugs are, I found them and used some, they didn't kill me so I'm guessing there not rat poison' he explained with a huge grin. He found them in Halifax, they had various affects and J'adore was very proud of his stock.

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Not sure which drugs they are? I’m leaving that up to you Smile &sorry it took so long, I wrote it like a week ago and was alllmmooosttt done, and my computer died. -___- and it didn't save, so I had to rethink of my post again X.X


Axelle followed J’adore over to his tree. He began to scrape at the frozen ground with his paws, and then came out with a bottle of vodka. She approached his side and helped him dig until she saw a small, clear baggy with the drugs. She didn’t see another bottle, but she didn’t think they would need one. The vodka looked full enough for the both of them.

What do you feel when you’re on them?

At least if he didn’t know what they were, she wanted to know what kind of high they gave. She dipped her two-toned head into the hole and pulled the bag up carefully with her small front teeth. Then she dropped it in the snow and looked at it. She wasn’t sure if she totally wanted to do this. Drinking she was comfortable with, but drugs were another story. She looked at the bottle of vodka, then at the drugs, then her gaze finally rested on J’adore.


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Niether do I XD !


J'adore thought for a second before replying in monotone fashion far from the emotion, 'Happy'. He gave a shrug, 'Excited, joyous, extatic'. The description became more of a word contest after a while, J'adore just spouted out new, uncommon words as he went on, before pausing and shrugging again. 'Good I suppose'.


He watched as Axelle bowed her head into the hole, 'The come down isn't bad either' he added, his tail flicking from side to side eagerly.


He shifted, letting his Secui form become his Optime form, not slowly, but not fast either. Within a few minutes, The Optime Spaniard was reclining against a tree, bottle in hand. 'The vodka is definetly vodka though, hon'.


Necro-J'adore, as you might have guessed is a bit bipolar. Right now his suave side was kicking in, as Axelle inspected the drugs. Drugs for the tan male was like a roulette wheel, it could make his mind land on any personality. Happy, sad, angry, passionate, caring, excetera. All were possible if the man was under the influance or not.


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Ok Smile


Axelle scowled at the list of words meaning ‘happy.’ They started out simple, but as he continued he began getting carried away and they became increasingly bigger, and some she didn’t even understand, but got the gist that they had something to do with ‘happy.’ She stared down at the drugs. They were little, blue pills. She’d never seen anything like them before, and wondered if she should go through with this.

She shifted into Optime form, and picked the small bag up with her clawed fingers. She opened the Ziploc and took one pill out. She held it in her palm, and waited for J’adore to hand her the bottle of vodka so she could swallow it easily. For little pills they probably could get lodged in one’s throat easily. She looked at him quietly and watched him drink the vodka.

So, they will make us extremely ecstatic, you say?



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occgoodnessss


J'adore gave an over enthusiastic smile and laughed, 'Baby, they'll send you up the walls. You'll be so happy you'd wanna hug a coyote!' He collapsed on the snowy floor in a heap of giggles. His sides hurt of his joyful giggles. It seemed that the male could get high without drinking or taking pills.


When he finally righted himself he turned again to smile at Axelle. Before fronwing and snatching the bag from her. Inspecting the contents and giving a intelligent scowl he asked, 'So what are they sherlock?' he muttered sarcastically. He picked them up in Halifax only knowing they were drugs, what kind didn't mean much to him but know the inkpotted femme had made him curious.


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Ok Smile


For no reason at all, Axelle joined J’adore in his insane giggle fest. When he stopped, she stopped abruptly, and watched him examine the pills. She looked down to the tiny one in her palm, while she rolled it around. Without reasoning with herself, she threw the pill into the back of her throat and gathered as much spit as she could to swallow it. It got stuck halfway, but swallowing a few more times made it go down. Now she just sat in the snow staring blankly at J’adore.

Pills.

Hope that answered his question. A big maniacal smile stretched across her lips, but no sound came out. She looked to be in pure bliss. Damn, they’re working already?! Her blank stare mixed with the huge smile on her lips made no sense at all. The smile she couldn’t help and the blank stare showed her true emotion underneath the cloud of drugs. She flopped backwards into the snow. A low crunch was heard as her body hit the ground. All the snow covered dead leaves under there. Her arms were outstretched over her head and she was comfortable, for now.



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This is awesome, set in the future and where we act like mafia coyotes! XD


After they had been lying down for a while J'adore twisted his head to Axelle and smiled, 'What next?' Giving a slow white gaze up and down Axelle's body, he considered how well formed she was. Frowning he wiped the thoughts away, He had know Axelle since forever, they were partners in crime, killers in arms. I was shameful for the bulletproof male to find himself in such a mindspace.


The Optime male sat up, using his arms to prop himself up as he let his spine arch up and awake. The drugs had calmed down and despite the 'happy pills' he was back to his usual brooding self. He frowned and without turning aound he asked, 'Do you think we have wasted our lives'. He didn't think so, but he valued his partners ideas.


He streched his legs and let himself fall back to the snowy ground.


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