rank thread - set before he murders the pups
Cold icy blue surveyed the lands before himself and an evil grin split his muzzle in to two halves. Dark chuckle left his jowls and the light coated man ran his razor sharp claws down the bark of a tree, gouging out several deep lines into it and spilling the lifeblood of it, its sap ran in thick sticky rivers down the trunk and he licked the residue off of his claws, the sweetness of it pleasing him greatly. The dark man paced back and forth several times, his ivory tail flicking to and fro in anticipation and annoyance, soft growls came from his jaw.
Blue of sky attempted to cut through the trees and forest as though he could magically make his sister appear at the edges of the pack she was hiding behind like the coward she was, he hadn't seen her in a while and wanted to let her know he was still lurking around. The man leaned against the fence, the wood groaning loudly under his enormous weight, he shook his head, ripples running through his massive mane. He was a patient man however and he could wait for a very long time, just like he had done for his revenge against his birth pack.
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J'adore had been patrolling the borders that morning. 'Quera was given his bi-weekly break, something J'adore could not tell if he loved or hated and the Spaniard had used his own body to travel along the invisible fences that covered the lands. His knives had been sharpened recently and we're perfect now for any attack. Though J'adore didn't really expect one any time soon, so they now lay in their sheathes which were attatched to the Spaniard's belt.
Golden paws moved swiftly along the grass, a black nose raised to the air and a thick hiss erupted from the male's white painted throat. He was here, that son of a bitch was here. J'adore had to maintain his cool, it was essential that he did, Ralla had said so and if her spoken word was law he swore he would abide by if as if the spirits had told him themselves. He moved swiftly to the borders, while he would not participate in any physical confrontation, he doubted that he was in any wrong by cautioning Shurui that he was nearing AniWayan lands. He puffed up his chest and made himself know, 'You are currently close to AniWayan lands. If you have no business here, I shall have to ask you to leave...' He trailed off with a soft frown gracing his face. On how his palms itch to feel the handle of his knives.
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A tension zig zagged through the air as the older Austral man came into view filling it with something akin to static electricity, and the dark light man chuckled cruelly to himself. Waiting with irritable patience as the golden and black male made his way towards the demonic touched villain. Shurui knew he was committing no wrong in AniWaya's eyes by simply being in the vicinity of their borders and therefor the mate to his whore of a sister had no reason to attack him unless Shurui put a snowy paw over the fence. As tense as the other man was, Shurui himself was incredibly relaxed, a blatant insult to show that he felt no threat to himself from J'adore although he still retained his dominant posture it was incredibly laid back, as though no challenge to him from J'adore would be worth bothering to display his dominance any more than he was.
He smiled at the other's words, nodding along as though he was understanding and would follow what was being said to him by the warrior in training and then he leaned forwards even more, the edge of his muzzle a few whisker hairs from passing over that invisible line and push him into trespassing onto claimed territory and giving J'adore a real reason to attack, he eyes the man and waited an insultingly long time before responding, he just so loved tormenting those lower down than himself, his voice was slow and mocking for obviously the man was very stupid and would need to be spoken to in a simple way
"Just out of wild curiosity, in a hypothetical situation of course, but what happens if I refused to honor that request of yours, hmm? What would be the response." He was at no fault for asking,l and J'adore was bound to educate those who were unknowledgeable of how things worked around here.
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this only needs to be a short thread, since theres not going to be any violence ^^
There was an eerie sense of calm about the Austral man, scaring even the Spaniard himself. He wasn't afraid of Shurui. No, there was no need to be frightened of him. Despite his demonic mind set and daunting appearance, he was still human, or luperci in this case. Which ever way one wished to look at it, J'adore was sure that whatever creature possesed him to do all those horid things, did not hold total control over him. Though it was only a theory, and with each gruesome act he tailored, J'adore was in more and more doubt.
The demon's voice was slow and mocking, but the Spaniard was no fool, with more sense than to fall for the brute's games. Although he was painfully close to the invisible fence, J'adore knew that he was not yet at fault and an attack would be a social hiccup on his part, and a rather large one at that. Keeping his cool, the Ayastigi replied softly, 'Then I would wait here to see if you caused any trouble. And if you did I would take action'. His voice did not return the immature, derisive tone, but it stayed collected and fluent. His eyes remained pointed into Shurui's own, not with chagrin, but with a strange sense of wonder towards him. It was nowhere near reverance however, simply a need to understand his mind. 'Now', J'adore spoke suddenly, his arms crossed softly over his chest, 'Please leave the area if have no business here. I mean no ill faith but it is for the safety of the tribe and it's members'. He spoke calmly, not wanting any violence to arise.
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omg; ;_; this sucks
The answer he got amused him greatly and in a tree somewhere behind him he could hear Malignant suddenly cackle with laughter, his lips curled at her laughter. The grey and black female was half way through her pregnancy with his pups and she was bulging with his spawn, making her increasingly attractive to him the rounder she got. But hidden by the foliage and branches she was secreted away from both mens view and that was the way he liked it. He didn't want anyone even looking at her, she was for his eyes only to see in all her beauty.
His words about him leaving were ignored and instead a smirk slid onto his face, this man was bound by his pack's rules while Shurui was not, the dark light man could act as he pleased,
"So, how is my dear whore of a sister."
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J'adore remained plain faced as his ears zoned in to a cackle of laugher, knowing it to be Shurui's companion. He payed no attention to it however, she was not any enemy of his. His ears kept rigid, but raised, not wanting to show any emotion, anger, fear, anything. He was a warrior and it was up to him to keep a level head, no matter who he came up against. He could only attack in defence,but he would do what ever he could to retain his morals and warn him away verbally. Shurui was a loner now, and while that meant J'adore could attack without any pack relations fraying, Ralla had requested his level headedness in this situation. And when family was involved, he was true to his word.
J'adore's eyes were the only thing that betrayed him as the devil spoke. While the change was not obvious, a dark shadow passed over the Ayastigi's clear eyes. He swallowed, following a moment of silence, he spoke. 'Fine'. He spoke no more of the subject. The topic was off limit as far as he was concerned, especsially when coversing with that demon. A subtle growl fell from the man's lips, 'Just go', though the tone was no different to how it had been through out the frosted coversation.
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lawl he be throwing a tantrum
Just as he was about to speak there was more rustling from up in the tree that caught his attention accompanied by soft female grunts of exertion. He ignored her though and instead focused on J'adore who seemed to be on the edge of breaking if the fury in those white eyes, inside he was giggling with the madness that swirled around his brain. Well Shurui called it madness, in reality he was just an evil and sadistic fucker intent on causing his sister as much harm as possible and maybe even getting her mate to snap and break his own laws.
The grey and black female sauntered up to both of them, her hips rolling seductively and her large stomach protruding out in front of her. Her forest green eyes took in the two men standing before her and she smiled in a surprisingly pleasant way at J'adore. The white demon's hackles however rose the closer she got, he had told her to stay in the tree where it was safer, he lifted his lip and flashed his teeth at her, expressing his displeasure violently, the woman's ears pressed to her head but she kept on walking forwards, slowing down with every step under the force of the icy gaze,
"I'm curious, how did you meet his sister." Without another word, Shurui turned on his heel and walked away, if the stupid bitch wanted to get herself killed then it was not his problem. Her eyes followed him as he left, drawn to his dominance uncontrollably but as soon as he had disappeared she returned her gaze to J'adore, a sweet smile upon her face.
A mask of distaste fell over the Spaniard's face, not for the female herself, no, she was fairly pretty. His distaste was for her form and the evident spawn which she harbored. How could she touch him? In that way. In any way? It sickened him to the core. And what more? He was baring his fangs at her? He would never do that to Mizu, ever, it just showed how little respect he had for her. Surpressing a growl, J'adore watched as she moved forward.
The spoke to him. A question. And one which he had no problems answering. 'She was in no good state of mind. Apparently I gave her life, when all I did was really talk to her... Then I asked her to be my mate once I knew her enough and once I was sure she wasn't going any where. I loved her and I proved it, she moved packs for mer and that is her proof'. He paused for a moment, before speaking to the woman again, 'How did you meet him?'
It wasn't a rude, violence comment. It was an honest question. What had led to her current condition. Why had she let him go any where near her. He had so many questions, but now was not the time for questions. 'Please leave now. And take him with you'. It was another simply, kind request.
She listened with quiet curiosity, she had heard so many stories from Shurui about his sister and the things she had done, why he hated her as he did but looking at this man in front of her, the she wolf saw no evil in his gaze, no mocking in his eyes and no anger, not the kind that ran soul deep and twisted thoughts into blackness, not like what Shurui had. She had met Mizu and had found the girl to be rude and annoying, distasteful in her attire and the way she held herself, obviously never meant to lead, always destined to follow. But this man, J'adore, he seemed decent enough and she felt sorry for him that he had be blinded by his love to see Mizu for what she was. None of her thoughts were reflected in her expression, like her kind of mate she was a master at verbal and bodily dramatics, an actress that took centre stage often.
His question disturbed her for a reason she did not understand and her muzzle tipped upwards slightly as though trying to keep what dignity she still held intact under his white gaze, this subject was a cause of great anger and pain for her, the man that had sired her had never loved her and had traded his only child for two bags of apples and a bottle of whiskey from the white male. "I was bought from my father for a pittance. I belong to him rightfully." Her forest orbs lowered to her stomach, she was not sorry she had let him touch her and create the life inside of her, indeed the female was only ever truly happy when she was pleasing whoever it was that owned her.
Her head jerked up at his request to leave and she nodded silently, she had no reason to cause further trouble for this man, Shurui would take note of how long she stayed, but he could be calmed with words spoken of her teasing the mate of the whore. Grey feet took her after her owner, the tag attached to her spiked collar jingled as she walked. He was waiting for her as the borders disappeared into the forest, and he was not happy with her in the slightest, the female whimpered and fell to first her knees then rolled onto her back, exposing her stomach and neck in submission.
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J'adore ground his teeth as she spoke. How could any father treat their child like an object? His brain conjured up and image in his mind, voice actually. Of his father telling his sister to leave. He could hear his mother wailing away in the background and a voice much like hers, but younger begging for forgiveness. The idea soured his mind. In truth he had never met his sister, but if his father had ever even considered it it would create a loss of respect for him. In all actuallity he would never expect something as disgusting from his father. From what Leon had told his, he love his little girl. How J'adore wished he could meet her, and his other brother. He had never had siblings growing up and he was ever so jealous of Leon for hat he had.
The woman walked away, almost unnoticed by the brooding Spaniard. She was called away like a pup by her 'master'. It sickened him, but with a neutral face he looked on. 'Thank you' was the only thing he said before moving away back to his home and his mate. Safety. For now he only wanted his mates arms.
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