[M] Black snake living in a black hole

[Argul Rakezael]

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 3rd post. Reader discretion is advised.

:: OOC :: This thread occurs Saturday, March 12th, 2010 during sunsent. There may be some power playing in this thread for plot purposes. We worked closely together when writing this thread and any PP was approved as it was written. Enjoy!

Argul Rakezael

:: 277 • Word Count ::
:: OOC Just the start! It gets better! ::

The sun has nearly set. The lighting was bad; he always figured this was the hardest time for people to see. Their eyes were adjusting to the low light and the remainder of the sun light could cause eerie illuminations. He picked now just for these reasons. He stalked up silently, his target was a library. He did not take a straight path; instead he kept his impatience in check and took any route that was the easiest to sneak around in. The library was in sight now, he approached from the side. Grateful the windows were boarded up, something he actually helped do. It was almost too perfect, too easy. He only carried a leather muzzle he crafted over the course of this week. It was too small to fit any adult wolf in any form.

He found the window he was looking for. He had to cautiously climbed a snow drift to reach this second floor window. The angle was not the best and he had to reach up further than he would like. He was not getting the leverage he wanted but was able to preform the task at hand. He carefully pushed on the boards, finding the weak spots. His bottom lip curled under his teeth as if that would help the incoming noise he was about to make. He stuck a few fingers through a crack to hold on to a piece of wood and then slammed it forward. The nails creaked and land on the ground with a low ping. This piece did not create much noise. He stopped and listened anyhow. Slowly he stuck his head in and looked around.

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[Orin Takekuro]

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Orin Takekuro

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:: It starts! ::

Upon a nest of pelts and blankets, the new mother lay curled around her infant pups. All were slumbering blissfully. It had not been a week since the babes were born, and both mother and pups were still tired from the business of birth. Orin was doing well and the three little bundles were as well as to be expected; the runt, Titania, despite being the runt, was healthy. She was small and strong. The other little girl, Juliet, was not as well as her siblings, but Alaine had provided all the care she could for the young one and her future was looking bright, now it was just up to Orin and the pack to keep her warm, safe, and well fed, and they were sure she would survive. The boy, Demetrius, well he was no worry at all, except for the fact that he liked to hog Orin's milk. She had to watch him sometimes or he would leave nothing for his sisters. The sleepy mother gave her son a loving lick.

That was when she heard a faint clatter come from upstairs. She woke immediately and jerked her head up. The pups, huddled at her belly, squeaked their protest to her sudden movement, then fell silently into sleep again. Orin cocked her head, ears perked and listening for another sound, but there was none. Still, she better see what that was. Maybe the shutter hadn't been repaired as well as she thought?

The wolfess slowly inched herself away from the precious fuzz balls at her side and raised to her paws. Orin had not seen her Optime form since her birth. It felt more natural this way, and, after all, it would be hard to feed three pups in a hominid body.

She trotted quickly over to the stairs but before she pranced up she noticed the door was closed. With a sigh, she backpedaled and laid down. She needed to change if she wanted to get through that door.

Minutes later, Orin was in her Optime form again for the first time since the birth of her children. The woman stood, brushing herself off, and hurried up the stairs. She opened the door and stepped into the makeshift bedroom, glancing around. It was dark up here, barely any light filtered in from the fading day. She scanned the room and finally noticed a board on the floor. She moved over to it and crouched, picking it up. “That's odd...”

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[Argul Rakezael]

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Argul Rakezael

:: 211 • Word Count ::
:: OOC :: Still a few short ones on my end - to start it up. Juicy stuff coming!

He ducked back out of sight, he heard her come up the stairs. He sighed as he could just barely see her crouching by the window looking at the board. He figured he would have to act now, she would probably look and he wanted the upper hand. He turned back to the window, it seemed slow to him but he the act was in truth pretty quick. With as much force as he could muster, which wasn’t much do to the snow, he dove at the window. He managed to break through the boards but lost a lot of momentum. Luckily his back legs found the window ledge and gave himself propulsion. He aimed right at Orin.

He tackled her, hard. Relying on the element of surprise and realizing she would probably go in a defensive curl due to the boards blasting off the windows he was able to recover quickly from the initial impact. He then ensured that he had a good hold on her, getting himself up on top, a clawed hand quickly came to her throat. His claws dug in just enough to let her know he meant business. He started into her eyes. His eyes were not like when she first met him. They seemed distant.

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[Orin Takekuro]

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Orin Takekuro

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:: OOC ::

Argul took her by surprise. Orin barely understood what was happening as the man lurched through the boarded window, splintering the wood and sending fragments flying. She tossed her arms up to defend herself, and before she could cry out in alarm she was shoved over onto the floor, a heavy weight on top of her. Since she had been crouched, the fall would not normally have knocked the wind out of her, but the heavy man on top of her slight form did. She gasped for breath and stared up at the man, fright glittering in the warm honey of her eyes.

Seconds later her ears went back, though she still gasped for breath, fighting to get air back into her tortured lungs. She tried to move her hands, to grab at the man in a feeble attempt to push him off, but she could not move them. Her eyes rolled, though she was unable to lift her head; the man had her arms pinned skillfully beneath his knees.

Then she realized why she couldn't lift her head as the claws dug into her throat. Her eyes went wide and she stared at the silhouette that loomed over her. What was happening? Why was he doing this? It was... she focused... Argul?!

She had enough breath now to let out a small whimper. She didn't know what to do; immobilized as she was she could not fight the man, and her pups were prone and unprotected downstairs! If she cried out it might enrage him, and who would hear her anyway? The hand on the throat would probably prevent her from getting much of a scream loose.

“What...” she asked weakly, breathlessly. There was little force to her voice, though most of her breath had returned. “What are you doing?”

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[Argul Rakezael]

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Argul Rakezael

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The frightened glint in her eyes excited him. He looked at her longingly. His goal forgotten, his desire heated up and overwhelmed him. He leaned down towards her and gave a long lick on the side of her face, starting at the base of her jaws and licking up over her eye. Leaning back a bit he cocked his head looking right into her eyes. His eyes burned, desire and intent, boring into her.

“You move and I rip your throat out.” He gave an extra squeeze with his hand gripping her throat and released the extra pressure. He released a bit more than before so she could breathe better, but the claws still dug in and made their point. He slowly released her hands from under his knees and scooted back on her body. His body would now be crushing into your abdomen and hip area. He was aware of it; he made sure to support himself somewhat on his legs. He was enjoying the heat and touch of her body. The extra pain he caused her only fueled the desire. His free hand reached up and stroked the side of her face. In a sickening comparison, his touch to her face was gentle.

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[Orin Takekuro]

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Orin Takekuro

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She tried to jerk away from the perverse gesture as his face came close to hers, and she turned her head indignantly as he licked her face from jaw to brow. Her arms twitched again with the instinctive desire to wipe her face, wipe away the filth he left behind, but she remembered she could not move them. Her fingers began to throb from impaired circulation, but this was the least of her worries.

The fiend did not answer her but he still made it clear what he wanted. She turned to look at him again, her eyes now burning with a mixture of anger and a glint of the fright that had been there since the man came through the window. The man's violet eyes fixated on hers, and she wanted to look away again but felt, for some reason, that this would be a dire mistake.

A small choking noise burbled from her throat when the man's grip tightened on her neck. She stiffened for a moment, but the pressure was released a moment later, though it felt like an eternity. Orin coughed, taking deep, shaky breaths. Then her arms were free. She jerked them out from beneath his knees the moment he shifted his weight. Her hands flew up to his shoulders to block him, but then saw a flash of the sickness that lurked within the man's eyes, and she stopped herself before she blocked him. He was serious, and she was still pinned, she could not hope to fight him yet. This very move could very well have been the one to end her life, though hopefully abruptly catching herself was enough to stave off the man's wrath. Her hands brushed his shoulders for just a second before she pulled them back, but she did not drop them back to the ground.

She closed her eyes when his fingers touched her face, squeezing them shut as though she could will the man away. She wanted to pull away again but had already done enough to anger him when she nearly threw her arms up to stop him. She gritted her teeth for a moment, and when she opened her eyes again they were glistening wet. Her heart thrummed in her chest, drumming in her ears and drowning out all other sounds. She couldn't even hear her pups downstairs – not that she would have anyway since they were asleep.

His body crushing into hers sent a wave of pain through her. Her lower body muscles were all stressed and sore from the birth just a few days ago, and the weight against her sent a shock through her. She gasped despite herself. She did not want to give this man any satisfaction, she did not want him to garner any pleasure from her pain, but Orin just was not the kind of woman to be able to hold back.

“Don't do this,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don't do this. Without me the babies-" a sob broke her words "-will die.” She should be strong, she should do what she could to avoid aggravating the man, but she did not know exactly what he had in store for her and in the books usually this ended in murder. All she could think about was not being there for her pups.

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[Argul Rakezael]

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Argul Rakezael

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His hand caressed her more. Flowing down to her neck. He ran the fingers through the fur, touching skin, but delicately. On the contradicting side of it, his other hand still gripped her throat with claws nearly piercing flesh. It seemed like two different halves, one treating her like she was fragile and touching her lovingly, the other treating her like a piece of meat that he would rip apart instantly if needed be.

His hand ran down the top of her chest, over the collar bone. Fingers tracing the collar bone like an arrow to the center of her chest, where his hand ran next. Resting in between her breasts, he pushed down slight and got off her slowly. The push was a reminder that he was in control and did not want her to move. Once beside her he glanced up at her. His face was oddly calm and had a look as if he thought they were mates. His eyes told a different story, it showed a man who looked almost otherworldly controlled. He did not seem to have a grip on reality and the full scope of what he was doing.

His hand began to caress against her skin again, tracing down her stomach and abdomen. It caressed her for a few minutes there and then began to move past her belly button. His hand began to caress her close to her crotch, when he suddenly stopped. He was staring in this area and not looking at her. Something seemed different in him. He began to tremble and shake and his eyes welled up with tears.

Her words were ringing inside of his head. Specifically the words babies.

"Babies...." he muttered almost inaudibly.

Staring at her nether regions, his emotions switched. It was like a light switch to his consciousness. It flipped off, unfortunately for her. The switch was turned off cause at that time, he saw something Shawchert touched out of lust. He did not mate this women nor help her nearly enough. His anger swelled and raged inside of him. He could do nothing to hold this back. Every hope for Argul was gone. He had to remind himself now of his goals, remember the goals! Do them, avenge yourself! he told himself.

He turned and looked at her. Although he did not know the change was this big, his expression had to be terrifying, to anyone. His eyes were void. His expression dark. There was no emotional or conscious wolf there now. No, it was only an animal that could critically think and communicate. If you could imagine evil as a being, this could be one of the forms or types.

Suddenly he got up, releasing his grip on her. He crossed over her, but not without purpose. He kicked her, hard, at the side of her chest. His goal was minor incapacitation. To knock the wind out of her and keep her up here grasping for air. He bounded off to the stairs and head down, to his goal...

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[Orin Takekuro]

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Orin Takekuro

:: 1000+ ♥ Word Count ::
:: It's one of those, "Why did she do that?!?!" moments. ::

Orin choked and writhed, screaming silently. She could not move, and she could not make a sound, she could not cry out or howl to alert anybody. No one would know anything had happened until it was too late. A second wave of adrenaline finally pulsed through her at the thought, and she was able to roll onto her stomach, and then rise to her hands and knees. Orin crawled, still gasping for air, to the door at the top of the staircase. She could not see the pup's nest from here.

Her hand flew to the banister and she pulled herself to her feet. The pain in her side protested, sending needles through her abdomen, chest, and arm, and it still felt like she was not getting enough air with each desperate breath. But there was no time, she could not wait to catch her breath, the mother could not wait to feel better.

Orin ran down the stairs, each step jarringly painful, but now that the initial blow had subsided she could deal with it. She took the stairs two-by-two until she swung around the end of the banister to see...

...two unmoving puppies...

A raspy moan trickled from her, and she ran over to the babes, dropping onto her knees at the edge of the nest. Her hands flew to her children... her daughters... and the moment she touched them each lifted their sleepy heads. The innocent little things had no knowledge of the danger they were in. But where was Demetrius? He took him!

Orin grabbed the edges of the pelt that her daughters rested upon and quickly folded it end over end, wrapping the pair up in a warm bundle. She scooped them up into her arms and ran outside, her eyes tracing the darkened district of Thornbury. There were clear prints in the snow.

She leaped off the porch, her arms tightly wrapped around her daughters, but she paused. Half of her wanted to pursue the man, to get her son back, but the other half knew she needed to get Shawchert. He was just a few houses away... hopefully...

In frustration, she opened her mouth and tried to scream, but nothing more than a weak whisper came out. It still pained her to breath and Argul's tight hold on her throat for so long had damaged her throat.

Orin spun around... and followed the tracks.

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[Argul Rakezael]

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"You will pay for what you did..." He mumbled to no one in particular. It was directed at the wolf known as Shawchert though. He spoke this lightly to himself as he walked with a quickened pace out of the town. He stuck to the main roads, which may have seemed odd, but it served two purposes. It would help cover the scent and would help from positively identifying his paw prints. He carried a pup with him. He actually held it with a careful and caring grasp. He wanted it to be comfortable so it didn't cry out, not like that would be likely. He had already fitted a leather muzzle over the pup. It whined now and then, but was extremely muffled.

His pace slowed significantly as he was out of the town. He looked down at the pup longingly. How he enjoyed their tender meat. A stew with the tender butt meat of a puppy was his favorite. The meat of a pup would be laced with baby fat, adding immensely to the flavor. It was also very tender due to it being young flesh that was hardly used. He began to salivate, but he knew he had a ways to go and plenty of work to do before he could enjoy this.

One being his goal, it was nearly over, but not quite. How it would play out he had no clue. He would get back at Shawchert though. He would feel the pain of his mistake! Hatred rose, eyes narrowed involuntarily. He had to keep himself in check, he was about to clench his fists when he remembered the pup he carried. He sighed and trudged on.

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[Orin Takekuro]

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Orin Takekuro

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It was crazy. This was crazy! But it was all so surreal. Her legs pumped, every moment the pain that lanced through her side threatened to fell the frantic mother. But somehow Orin managed to stay on her feet, and it was almost as though the pain subsided as she ran. In fact, instead of growing slower and lethargic, she found more strength with each step. Later she would come to realize this was the numbing effect of mild shock, but for now it was the thing that would save her child.

Her arms clung desperately to the bundle that encased her daughters as she ran, following the tracks in the snow. Sometimes she thought she could see the shadowy figure just up ahead, and thought that she would catch up to him! But it was only her imagination. Orin was carrying two puppies, and she was out of shape from her pregnancy, and injured. There was no hope of catching Argul. That did not stop her, though.

She gulped down air as she followed the tracks out of Thornbury and into the snow-powdered woods. Once, in heavy brush, she almost lost the path but noticed a chunk of dark fur that had been nabbed by brambles, and again she found her way towards Argul and her son. He was so far ahead.

Finally she burst out of the trees and into the moon drenched clearing. The blanket of soft snow glittered in the moonlight, a sparkle that could rival the stars and the tragic events that happened this night. She paused there, her eyes cast upon the trench Argul's footpaws had dug in the snow. She blinked. She could see him, could see the man's back. Demetrius! She could save him!

She almost started forward again, but then remembered the precious bundle in her arms. What if he went for her daughters? Orin trudged back into the forest and slipped off of the path. She chose a place quickly, kicked the bush a few times to knock the snow from it so it would not fall on her infants, and then placed the children beneath the flowering bush. The yellow petals of the witch hazel smiled down upon them.

Orin was gone. She had to be fast. Her babies were too small and tired to wriggle out of the blanket, but they would need her soon. She bounded over the snow, running after Argul. Had he slowed down? Was he waiting for her? There was no way this was a surprise, so she slowed and then stopped a few feet away from the man and crouched. Maybe she could fight him now – now that she wasn't trapped on her back. It was only then that she noticed where they were... Upon the snow that suffocated Cercatori's once beautiful flower fields.

“Argul!” she croaked in a rasp. “Give me my son back.”

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He stopped suddenly. His name and a voice breaking the silence of a night. Irritated he turned around to face the mother of the pup he carried. His eyes flicked for a moment, showing love, care and longing for the woman. The look in the eyes did not last, it quickly went back to the cold and void look it had before. He looked down at the pup then back up at her. A wicked grin flicked on his face.

"This bastard pup will serve a better purpose. You can not have it back." There was an obvious emphasis on the bastard son part. The hatred bubbled up like acid. His voice was venomous. The wicked grin only seemed to get more wicked. The darkness on his dark fur making him look like a shade of pure evil.

"The male has to die, and if you wish your other children to live, you will heed this warning. Never show your face in this pack again. Leave now and never return." Although wicked and acidic as his voice was, there was a slight tone change in this phrase. He was wanting to protect her from his own evil deeds he was about to create. He reached to his knife and unsheathed it slowly, the metal making a low ring against the hard leather surrounding it.

He could not stop himself, he was set upon this deed, this goal. But he wanted to stop for Orin. He wanted to tell her he loved her and did this for her sake and for what others have done to her. He wanted to explain how he felt and what he wanted his future to be, with her. Even thinking this the wicked grin never left, his reality was so distorted at this point. Orin was the only ray of light in his abysmal mind. She was his only piece of sane and rational, or lack there of, thoughts. Without her everything was tormenting chaos in his head. He always thought he was able to piece it together, but in reality he was a psycho. A psycho with a plan, and intelligence. He was a dangerous wolf. This place would never be the same...

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Maybe, if Orin could figure out just what had malfunctioned in the man's head, she could have stopped this. If she could puzzle the reason for the man's insanity, if she could determine that he had fallen madly in love with her, she might have been able to manipulate him. She could have done anything; played on his emotion, pretended to love him, convinced him that it would be okay, that he did not have to kill the pup and that she would love him anyway. But Orin had only known the man for a few days, and had no way of knowing that he was madly in love with her. To her, there were no signs of love. She had no idea what had driven this madman to his crimes this horrible night! All she knew was that there was a man after her and her children. She needed to protect them.

“Please, I'll do whatever you want! Just, please!” It was such a cliché but it was the only thing she could think of. But her words were barely audible, and whether Argul was keen on her begging was debatable. The man seemed to be in some sort of a daze and now his movements seemed robotic. Or was that just how Orin wanted to perceive it? That no person could willingly do this of right mind?

Then she saw the blade. She screamed another one of those pathetic, silent screams, and without thinking the woman flung herself forward. Arms outstretched, hands splayed, she made a play for the blade and for her son all at once. One hand brushed against the delicate, downy fur of her son's pelt as the other arm shoved against Argul, catching his hand as he swung the knife down. The blade sliced across the side of her arm, tracing the bone and dragging a line nearly from elbow to wrist. She didn't even whimper as the blade cut her open and her blood leaked to the snow below, all of her attention was focused on the hand that brushed against her son's stomach...

...and then her fingers slipped away, and she fell to the ground, her precious child still in the hellion's grasp.

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He looked down upon the frantic and bleeding female wolf. He looked at her like she was so pathetic, and that her lunge was the most feeble attempt he has ever encountered. He felt the power of the situation in his hands. He stepped directly on her midsection and held her down tight with his weight. This would be the most exciting kill ever, there was so many pay offs. He had power over a life, the pup; he had power of the mother of the pup, he was going to force her to 'enjoy' this deed as well; and he had one more surprise that would show up later, Shawchert would pay!

He looked down at her wickedly. His visage a haunting shadow hovering above. A cruel act was about to be preformed. Dark despair would wash over the mother wolf tonight. Blood would spill, young innocent blood. The acts about to be preformed were demented, sick and cruel. The malefactor this night had no care about how wrong this was. There was a greater goal in his mind. Everything else from the main goal was simply an extra added on, like sprinkles on ice cream or a cherry on a sundae.

"He wont be my last. My hunger and my thirst...my brilliant future and my ugly past, will all be here with me until my deed is done. My blessing and my curse, there will be no rest until my work is done!" His words seemed to spit out of his mouth like acid. The voice seared the night with a bubbling nastiness. His eyes managed to widen even more, making his sight even more fearsome.

"You witness the start of this, and wrote your own destiny to how you would perceive it!" His voice boomed with malicious intent. His hand with the knife raised to the whimpering pup. Before any words can be said he drove the knife into the neck of the pup. It wriggled around in agony. Luckily for the pup, Argul was not in the mind for torture. He let the blade cut it's way across the neck of the pup. Ear to the other ear, opening the flesh. Blood poured out and right down on top of the mother wolf. It was literally a blood bath for the mother wolf.

"I grant you another chance. Leave....and never come back." His voice now turned low and melodically noxious. This time it was meant, if she did not leave, she would suffer a similar fate...if not worse.

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[Orin Takekuro]

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Orin Takekuro

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The moment she hit the ground it was the bookstore all over again. Her wild leap had thrown her clumsily at Argul and left her with nothing to show for it except a slashed arm. The moment she was on the snow the man seized the opportunity, pressing his foot on her stomach and holding her down with his weight. It was like the night was on repeat, again Orin could barely catch small breaths. And then the man began speaking... reciting some horrible, evil poem. Was it a prayer to the devil? A devil in which Orin now fully believed.

The blade came up again, and this time there was nothing she could do. No clumsy lunge to save her child, she could not even scream for help. And now her breath seized again, though this time it was not the man's weight that froze her lungs. It was terror.

Everything was in slow motion. The words Argul spoke were distorted in her ears. The dagger, the waxing moonlight that silhouetted the demon that trapped her. The swinging arc of the blade, and then the hot, crimson liquid that poured down on top of her. Orin thought she could see the very first drop, glistening in the starlight as it fell toward her face. It was as though she could see the very steam that rose from it as it soared from her child's body down onto hers. It hit her nose, and then it was lost in the spray of lifeblood that soaked her.

Orin twisted, trying to turn away from the sight of her pup's gaping neck. It was over so fast, yet had taken so long. With just a flick of his wrist the man ended the boy's life before it had even begun. Orin twisted around at the waist, throwing herself into the snow. She beat the ground with her palm, churning blood with frost into a slushy pool and wailing her airy cry.

The man was saying something else, but the words did not reach her ears. A wave of nausea washed over her, and for a moment little black specks began dancing in her vision and the world contorted around her. And then, as though echoing through a tunnel, she heard him... '...and never come back.' She did not hear it all, but she knew what he was saying. For a beat she managed to turn her eyes to the distorted figure of the man. He had grown since she glimpsed him last... now he was stretched out, a twisted demon that loomed over her. She took one last look at the limp body in his fist, and suddenly realized the pressure had been released from her midsection. When had he let her go?

Her son. She needed to save her son, she suddenly remembered. But she was staring at his limp body, she was covered in his infant blood. There was nothing she could do for him now. She swayed on the ground, and then... My daughters.

Orin sobered then. The world came crashing back into focus, and she found the strength to roll away from the devil that had killed her boy – that was setting her free now. She stumbled to her feet and without looking back, ran towards the edge of the clearing. She could do nothing for Demetrius now... oh Demetrius... Hot tears poured down her face, washing clear streams down her bloodstained cheeks. In a daze she entered the forest, and for a moment was stricken with fear that she would not remember where she had set her daughters. She spun in a circle, about to scream in silence once again, when, illuminated by the moonlight, she saw the yellow petals.

My girls... she rushed over to the bush of witch hazel and gathered them up in her arms. She checked to make sure they were alright. They were huddled together, but still tightly wrapped in the blanket. Orin held them close, a fresh stream of tears falling for her daughters. After all this, she could hardly believe her angels were okay. Two of them, anyway.

Then the mother spun around. She knew the way out of Cercatori D'Arte, and there was no question if she would leave. She had to leave. She could do nothing for Demetrius, but Juliet, Titania... they could be saved. The runt, and the sick girl... the keepers of her heart... they could be saved. She had to get them as far, far away as possible. In just another handful of minutes, Orin and her daughters crossed the borders of Cercatori D'Arte and were swallowed by the Ethereal Eclipse.

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[Argul Rakezael]

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He watched Orin walking away, holding the lifeless pup in his hand. He wasn't worried about her coming back. He knelt down in the crimson stained snow. A twisted smile on his face. He set the lifeless pup down and began some of his work. He first finished what he started...he drug the knife across the neck again, cutting remaining flesh down to the bone. Leaning forward, with a pop, the knife went through the spine, severing the head from the body. He picked the head up and looked at it into the lifeless eyes. Argul's eyes a reflection of the cold lifeless void the eyes showed.

He set the head down and began to skin the body. He did his best to get big pieces of pelt. This would help him create his favorite supply of leather. Once that task was done he then thrust the knife into the fleshy muscles of the pup's body. Cutting out big chunks he set them in a separate pile. He salivated looking at the pile of meat.

"Dinner..." he quietly said to himself.

He looked down at the remainder of the body. Bones and entrails. He sorted through picking out some other edible pieces - heart and liver. Argul picked out specific pieces now. Intestines, stomach, kidney, bladder and lungs. He set them into a separate pile. These were important, if not the most important part of this. He gathered the rest up into a bloody, fleshy and bony pile of gore.

He took some rope out of a satchel he wore this night, attached to his belt. Quickly stuffing the pelt pieces in and next the pieces of meat, storing it away for later. He stood up and scouted around now, trying not to make too many tracks. He found what he wanted. There lay a decent sized log of some sort. The type did not matter, it was the size and weight he aimed for. He tied his rope around both ends and stepped into the loop. Raising the rope to his waste, he began to walk, dragging the log behind. He tested it on his fresh tracks. Satisfied that it covered up the tracks he went back to the unidentifiable pup corpse - or what was left of it. He picked up the pile with the intestines, stomach, kidney and bladder. Place them on the log and tying them to it with some of the rope he left loose on the ends.

Staring at the head and the last nasty pile, he thought a moment. He looked back at the log. What luck. Like this whole endeavor of his, everything seemed to fall in place. The log had a somewhat flat part, so he placed the remainder there. He then knelt and wiped all his tracks out of this area. He wanted to leave the gory scene for those would trace it back but kept his paw prints clear. He left Orin's alone.

He began his trek back to the house, walking over his original path. The log smashing out the print and the organs he tied to the log covering any potential scent and leaving red streaks here and there. That eventually lightened over time, being rubbed off on all the previous snow. This was a bit more taxing than he thought, he found himself panting a bit.

He entered through Orin's front door, dragging the log right in behind him. He was nearly done. He walked to the center of the room. He didn't care about his cent here and let the rope drop so he didn't have to drag the log now. He placed the head in the center of the floor and took a minute to make sure the face was aimed straight at the door. Going back to the log he grabbed the remainder pieces, the left over organs, bad pieces of meat and bones. He began flinging them around the room. He caught himself enjoying this very much so. He almost looked as if he was dancing about. He stopped and looked around, satisfied he created a sickening scene for those who discover it he then locked the door from the inside and returned to his log.

He drug the log up stairs, he was starting to feel the laboring work wear away at him now. Thankful when he reached the top. He looked to the window he came in and sighed. Walking over to it he places the log outside and then carefully climbs out. He puts the rope back around his waste and walks over the remainder of his tracks. Disappointed that they barely made the blood red trail as before, he was lucky if it even made a pink streak. Argul made sure to keep a careful eye out for anyone prowling about, but he felt pretty safe. He has scoped this out and planned well. Once back to a main pathway, he untied the rope from the log and quickly coiled it up and stuck it in his belt loop. He picked up the remaining organs and just threw them about, letting them rest or sink in the snow anywhere, they served their purpose. He moved the log to the side, satisfied. The path was crushed on both sides and there was no way to tell he was the last one to walk here. He could have walked here before this happened. He smiled wickedly and hurried off. He had to go clean himself now ...and have dinner.

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