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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the #th post. Reader discretion is advised.
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WC: 300+ This thread starts from the 2nd of april and ends of the 5th


The wolf dogbrid female paced along the borders relentlessly, she had lapped the entirety of Phoenix Valley four times already in just this one day and many more times from the days before it, pushing her still recovering body more and more. Her mind lost in a swirling of hatred, violence and sickness. There was no room for a love of anything in her heart at the current moment in time, not for her mate nor her adopted son nor the two pups she had lost only a boiling vile fury that burned just under the surface of her mismatched blue and amber eyes.


The stench of birth, and of death clung to her pelt like an unwanted hitchhiker following her around everywhere she went, marking the ground she trod on. Unaware to herself as she walked she was snarling viciously at an almost constant, her lips curled up to reveal gleaming fangs of ivory color and her tail raised stiffly behind her as though she were throwing the theatrics that preceded a fight for dominance. Her body had thinned back down with the deliverance of her spawn that had died before they had lived and then had shrunk even further as she refused to eat anything.


Her ribs pushed out from under her thick fur, her form all angles and harsh lines that protruded out of her skin. The sick female suddenly stopped her pacing and twitched violently, a word being expelled from her growling maw violently "DEMONS!" It made no sense not even to herself for it was unknown of who she was screaming at or to. Veering from her course of border pacing Jace turned inwards away from the edges of Phoenix Valley in towards its heart and towards the den where she had birthed her first litter.


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A poor excuse for a wolf limped along. He looked to be walking dead. His body gashed and gnawed. Patchwork sewing, poorly done, was visible. Fur was mated and caked with blood. Normally peppered with white fur, which was now hard to see. His black fur which had a purple sheen was not so. His look was the dull and grotesque look of dried blood. An eye was swollen shut; every movement seemed to cause him pain as his face winced. He was lucky to have survived. Even Argul himself was surprised he had made it and it felt he was on the road to a long recovery, now. His spirits were a little higher, due to this. It took all his energy just to survive and run for these days. Only his love for trapping animals and vast knowledge of outdoor livings allowed him to do this. He was surely dead if it not for this. Trapping animals allowed him to preserve energy.

Suddenly he perked up, a distinct smell caught his nose. The smell a wolf, but not just a wolf, one who was with a pup or had a pup, but there was also the smell of death. His interest peaked. He had felt weak and vulnerable, his armor shredded and gone, and surviving off what he could find. If he was able to find a freshly dead wolf or a weakened pup or something of that sort, he would rekindle some of his lost pride and power. Wolf meat was a delicacy to him, although taboo, he didn’t care. He also had a lust for power. Not the type of power a leader holds but the power over life. He enjoyed murdering. His heart thumped with excitement. An involuntary grin appeared on his face, but was quickly taken over by a look of pain. The grin tightened his face and felt as if it re-opened some of the wounds on his face. His left cheek was badly torn and ripped. He did not stop though, and continued pursuit of the scent.

He was some distance behind the wolf leaving the scents he so loved. He eventually reached the area with the pups, but could smell the other wolf had continued on. Maybe she was just paying respects to the dead pups, he wasn’t sure. He decided he needed to work fast. He sniffed around and knelt down to the dead pups graves. That’s when he did it, it wasn’t his style of gathering leather or food, if they were not too far decayed, but he was broken at this point. This was not outside of his current state of mind. He began to dig, at a minimum he would be able to gather some pelts and leave some remains for someone to stumble across. He was careful to hold back a wicked smile that wanted to give his face more pain.
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The broken hearted vengeance filled femme, stomped passed her old den angrily, unaware that she was leading a pup eater and murderer right to where her precious dead offspring lay. She did not stop to honor their memory nor even pause to look at the mound of earth that marked their grave. She tried her best to ignore the maternal instinct that still raged through her that demanded she take care of them even though they did not breathe or live, a high pitched whine left her maw as she carried on. Each step she took away from them without acknowledging them was harder to place down from the one before it until she was stood straining against her own body with one paw attempting to touch the ground in front of her.


Her face set in a snarl as her body rebelled against what her mind would do, eventually she gave up and placed the paw down sighing heavily. Her body half turned back of its own accord and she had to dig her claws into the loamy earth to stop herself. Of her own volitional she turned and began the trek back to her old den, the femme remaining deep in thought the entire way. As she approached she began to notice the scent of another getting stronger all the while and the smell of fresh blood. The sounds of digging reached her ears and her brain realised what was happening before her kind saw it.


There was a dark blood covered male and he was... he was... oh god she felt sick to her stomach. He was digging up her little ones, with a manic hungry look on his face.


He was..


He was..


Jace eyes flinched too and fro and the second since his features came into her view seemed to stretch on and on, she could hear her breath in her chest and the blood in her ears. Her pupils expanded; growing larger and larger until they blocked out all but the barest hints of blue and amber, the thin thread that had been holding Jace onto the dock of sanity broke casting her into a sea of rage. The wolfdog female snapped.


The fastest shift she had ever been through in her life ravaged her broken body, a mere five seconds. Her facial scars stood out in stark contrast to the pale white of her face. With a roar the female lunged forwards intent on mauling the life from this hated male.


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His ears twitched as he heard a noise. Then the roar came, he turned his head. He wondered if he could take this wolf, as he rose. But when he rose, he gave himself his own answer as he winced, still in some pain from his wounds. They were deep and large; they would take time to heal. He was lucky to even be alive. He realized he had no real chance of winning this battle, not in his condition. His lips defiantly curled as a growl erupted from his throat. He was playing that he was going to take the female wolf head on. He wasn’t much of a talker, and therefore spit no vile words of mockery towards her. Instead, he had something much worse planned, and then an escape. He could not conceive of any other viable choice in his situation.

He grasped the pup carcass a little tighter. He brought his arm back and suddenly flung it forward. He threw the carcass at the female wolf and turned to run. He always stayed in optime form, so if his little distraction did not work, he would not be out running her. He tried to keep an eye on his back as he ran. Every step hurt and ached. Pain of wounds that were beginning to tear and open again shot through his body. Was this his end? All the things he has done and he’s going to get killed because he got caught with a corpse, he didn’t even enjoy old dirty corpses. He preferred them fresh.
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i try not to PP so thats why this is so short


The woman's body tensed on its own as the disgusting male made take her charge head on and her lips curled back from her teeth revealing sharp bloody daggers that were ready to rip and tear and bring about this sick wolf's destruction. She didn't stop as she learned optically that he held the corpse of one of her pups in his claws, she was too far gone to realise what it was or represented anymore. The lifeless body was tossed at her as a means to escape, and she paused in her chase and caught it from its tossing and laid it gently back into its shallow grave.


The male was injured, gravely so and she easily caught up to him on fast legs. The small female circled around him with snarling heathen noises erupting from her chest and her muzzle wrinkled up to show her weapons with which she would first torture and then kill him. Still her pupils remained dilated and mainly blocking out the color of her eyes, demonic black hue now sucked in the light making them appear as bottomless pits. This was all his fault, everything was his fault for he now represented everything bad that had happened to her during her life; the murder of her family and sister, being attacked and then raped, being stressed out until she had failed them in her duty to protect them and now this, it was all his fault and for that he would suffer greatly.


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His claws dig into the dirt as he comes to a sudden stop. He looks at the female; she seemed so vicious and angry. She must have been related to the pup he dug up. He didn’t like digging up the dead, he preferred live fresh meat and hides, but his condition was bad and he had no real chance of murdering other wolves. Realization hit him that he had no real chance here either. He was drained and injured; the female was full of anger, rage and adrenaline. He wondered what to do; stand and fight, try to talk his way out of it, or accept a bloody fate. He was sure he was going to die, so he made a decision. He decided he would use words, but he wasn’t going to talk his way out of it.


“It appears you have me at a disadvantage here. Typical of lowly scum wolves to attack those who are weakened and injured. Do understand, I will still defend myself” His voice was soft and non-chalant. His demeanor was much the same. He was in acceptance he would lose this fight. His words were meant to bite and sting, his only real line of an attack against his foe. He instinctively reached for his dagger, but his harness was no longer on, due to the previous battle he had. He noticeably sighed and held his hands in a way ready for an attack. He never shifted, always preferring his optime form.


“Your patience is something I could respect, in other situations, but it’s a fool mistake in this case. You have allowed me to prepare for your attack. Foolish, how many more errors can you make? …Plenty I’m sure.” A grin crossed his face, he was sure this would make the wolf rage and lunge wildly at him, which would be better than a aimed and focused attack.
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lol so much for this being short


Her growls did not cease even as he appeared to give up completely, her hunting knife was pulled from the sheat tied around her upper thigh. There was still a scar there from where Lucifer had dragged it from its tie and the sharp blade had cut into her leg, that had been the fatal mistake that had allowed her capture, knitted muscle bunched underneath it like corded steel, it had healed to newness. The female did not stop her circling either forever keeping on the move to he would never know when she would attack, she was now that cat that played with the mouse before she devoured it.


He spoke words that he expected to hurt and sting but in truth they slid off her chipped and cracked mind like water from the feathers of a water bird. She snorted somehow turning the noise into a sarcastic one. The man placed himself in a position to intercept and attack and spoke more words that were intending to provoke her into an early lunge, ahh ahh, this was on her terms not his and her only indication that she had even heard his spoken words was a dark chuckle that bubbled up her throat, it said everything about her mental state and her intentions, Argul Rakezael would not be granted a quick death but one that was drawn out an painful.


Without so much as a bunching of muscles of a twitching of tail or eyes, with completely no warning at all the female suddenly sprang forwards towards the dark furred male with her hunting knife outstretched, the sharp and deadly blade glistened in the light as though it were enthusiastic to taste his blood. She came in fast and low, aiming for the backs of his legs, her knife slashed across the calf of his right leg and then the back of the thigh, severing the tendons that would keep his leg usable, just as quickly she darted away out of reach and then immediately lunged back towards him again from another direction with the intent to do the same to his other leg.


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His eyes widened, he was unable to react in time due to exhaustion and current injuries. He let out a guttural sounding whimper in pain as the knife slashed through his flesh. His legs buckled, only one leg in his weakened state was unable to hold him up. The pain of a blade was not new to him, nor was any of the sharpness of a slashing cut a surprise. Only two things were surprising to him. The realization of how weak he was right now. He knew he was hurt and tired, but he had no idea he was this bad, to not be able to even remotely throw up a defense. He wondered if he had grown old and only relied on words and weaker wolves. His other surprise was how out of mind this other wolf seemed. Which oddly enough he actually enjoyed, being a person who liked havoc and chaos, this other wolf was intriguing him, even though there was murderous intent.

He built up some power; he didn’t want to go out without a fight. He knew he could not win, but he would not go out lying down. No, he could not, for this long he has fought and got away from all other obstacles, he would not stop fighting now. He let the wolf charge again, his plan was as simple as it came, let them get close. Let the other wolves’ blind rage make her make the mistakes. It always worked, in his ‘profession’, blind rage and anger were all too common and he learned to use that against them.

His first goal was the dagger. Being down on his knees, he wouldn’t be able to move much anyhow, and allowed her charge without a hint of retaliation. As she neared, he leaned in, his goal(s) would be to disable or take her knife with his hands and to use either his mouth and teeth or chest to slam into her face. He lunged at her when she got near.
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Her grin as the other wolf whimpered in pain and fell to his knee was feral and savage indicative of the madness within. Her face was bloodied from the burst of arterial blood that had splattered out when she had sliced open his leg. The crimson dripped from her ears and chin and smeared her nose giving it a red hue. Rumbles continued from her chest along with a mocking sarcastic laughter as her blacked out gaze eyed him. Too close and fast was she moving to evade his desperation fueled lunge at her, the bloody gleam of his teeth and gaping maw disturbed her very little.


Pain flashed through her as sharp teeth and slashing claws found purchase on her feminine body, jaw gritted with dull pain and her life blood spilled from her wounds. Twisting and stepping backwards the female aimed a punch at him with the handle of her knife, the bone blade embedding itself within his flesh and hitting his kidney though it did not puncture the flesh, the pain from the hit would have been excruciating agony. Reeling backwards even further the female kicked out with her damaged leg, aiming squarely for his chest.

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