I think I'm going to eat you my dear.

[Lucifer]

OC: Post date for 3-13-2011

Jace was fun, but really was not the thrill that he was looking for. She was not pure as the male had hoped, Doves where becoming more and harder to find, the male need to feel one under him, willing or not he would fix that. The male knew that he would stop at nothing less than killing someone in order to get to one of these tender beings. The midnight male huffed as he walked over the beaches sore. He could not give his last Dove of his mind; she was everything that he needed. She was submissive to every word, every look that the dark hearted devil gave to her. He need only to look at her with a raised eye and she would lower her body over her paws and would allow him to do to her whatever he so wished.

The sapphire eyes watched the evening’s high tide roll in as he stood there in his shifted state looking at the water rolling into the beach without any care or mercy for the sands or lives that could have been resting in the sands. With a chuckle the male watched the waters, only happy watching it roll in crashed with such hate into the sands taking parts of the lands with it as it rolled back out in the waters.

[Orin Takekuro]

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The weary, fatigued woman walked unsteadily upon the rocks that lined the river bed. Her face was downcast and empty, unfocused eyes stared at the stones beneath her footpaws as she followed the fresh water. She was close to where the river emptied into the ocean now - where the fresh water would become polluted with salt and sea and become useless – and could hear the waves crashing against the Shattered Coast, yet the sounds fell upon uncaring ears. She was lethargic, both from exertion and from stress, and although every fiber of her being screamed inside of her, insisting that she not take pause in her retreat, that she could never stop, Orin had to take a little time to fix herself up. Her arms were weak from clutching her daughters, her body ached all over from the constant hiking and from the events that unfolded the night before. So the Tundra wolfess found a den for her daughters near the river, though it was dry and secluded there, and went to the river.

Orin was too frightened to leave her children for long, or to wander very far from the den, so she counted her steps and would not exceed twenty. Her coat was still encrusted with the blood of her son, and as much as she loathed the thought of washing the last bit of him away, she knew she needed to clean herself up – for her daughters. Everything, for her daughters.

As she crouched down in the river's shallows, a hot pain lanced through her side. She hissed and her breaths were short. Argul had kicked her in the ribs and it there was some sort of lasting injury from it, but Orin did not know if it was a broken, bruised, or cracked rib, and did not care.

Her rust-stained hands plunged into the cool waters, and almost instantly the current began to wash the blood from her hands. She delved in farther, sinking her arms in deeper, and now a new pain slithered up her arm as the water washed over the angry wound on her forearm, the gash from Argul's knife. Every moment beneath every view all that Orin could see was that scene playing over and over again. She froze, staring into the babbling waters. Time was escaping her, she could not feel the passing of the minutes or the shifting of the sun. And she certainly was not aware of the darkness that loomed so close.

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The male moved around the lands like a long lost puppy, trying to find something to do. Lucifer Sawtooth had made the choice to remain at a joining rank he did not want to worry about someone else flaws, or want to worry about anyone other than him-self he just was looking for a warm place to sleep at nights. After all was there any other reason for him to be in a pack? He found the whole idea of working hard to please some one else was stupid and if not even foolish, everyone should work to please them-self and different not others. Foolish idea who ever thought that working together to serve one master or lord was really a great idea.

Smelling the blood in the air, the devil male with a kiss of heaven with in his sapphire blue eyes, tainting the once pure crisp air with the mouth watering scent. Lucifer smiled, without a care the beast came from its slumber inside of him, wanting him to hunt for the poor dying victim that was going to die anyways. With a smile that was as cold as his heart was spread across his maw the dark figure moved stopping only long enough to get the scent. Pin pointing the scent down the male heart raced with the thrill of the game.

Coming upon the water the male saw her, a Dove! A Dove with pink hair to be more detailed, oh but she was hurt. Lucifer would have to make her body feel good and then what ever was wrong with her she could move past that point in her life and heal from the inside out. She would warm his den at night; she shall roll over and call him lord and master. This Dove would become his or he would kill her if she did not submit to her new lord and master. Stepping out of the trees and darkness that shadowed his body. ”Aw hello Dove. What happened to my little Dove?”

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[Orin Takekuro]

The voice made Orin's blood run cold, and her heart seized in her chest. Even if she had not just witnessed the murder of her own son she would have known, from the sinister lilt in that sound, that trouble lurked behind her. Her breath caught as, for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. Her nebulous reflection in the water below taunted her. Though she did not move she knew her reflection grinned, and she stared in disbelief and horror.

A beat passed and Orin found the will to move, her cold muscles shifting to stand up straight and turn, knee-deep in water, to face the shadowy man that had discovered her. Her jaw was slack, a stupefied look on her face for a moment. She wished she could see something else in the man's eyes, but even if he had harbored no ill intentions for her, she would have feared him. It had only been hours since the traumatizing night, and the woman was not prepared to trust anyone yet.

She closed her mouth and swallowed hard, gasping to fill her frozen lungs with the breath she had denied them, and for a moment she thought her will would rip her in two. She wanted to turn and run, but she needed to stay; her daughters were secreted away and she could not leave them. Orin was completely incapable of hiding her fear; the emotion showed in the twitching of her limbs and the horror in her misty eyes. What could she say to him? Nothing. But she had to say something.

“I am...” her voice was barely a raspy whisper, so she started again, but it was no stronger. “I am okay... Th... thank you.”

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The black monster had the taste of what it felt like to be in power. It was a power that he liked and a power that he wanted. A power that he would stop at nothing to have and achieve, just like a power hunger demi-god. He smiled as he looped around watching her every move, every move that every hair made upon her tender body. The male sniffed the air, inhaling her scent, with a smack of his lips he watched her, and she was scared already? Aww the poor creature had no need to fear him….yet. Though she wouldn’t have a reason to fear him as so long as she gave him what he wanted. ”Don’t lie to me Dove. I can smell the warm blood, just like I can smell the milk upon your body. You’ve got a litter nearby. Tell me…tell me Dove how far are you willing to go to protect them?” The Sawtooth monster laughed at how ridged she was. He had not even told her what all he had in plan for her.

He moved in closer to her, looking her over, the male licked his lips as he allowed his fur to brush against her white silky coat. The smell of blood was powerful; it was making the monster wild and was begging a pleading for release. He shifted his weight looking down at the water, seeing the red in the water, he knew there was blood somewhere; the question was still if it was from her or was she just as dark and messed up as he was and she had hurt someone. Lucifer smiled at the reflection he saw in the water, his teeth white as her coat only help add to the aura of the black male with chilled sapphire blue eyes. ”Now Dove, last chance. What happened to my Little Dove?” This was her second and last chance to tell him the truth and accept the help that he would be willing to give her at a price. Either way he was going to leave her with something to remember him by.

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