M - while the wicked stand confounded

Vigilante Haskel · 08-08-2011, 01:46 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

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Finally~ July 23rd. c:

Time had not been wasted as it had been when dealing with the rapist Mysterious Brute. He moved with purpose, heavy secui form stalking across the rocky shoreline of the Shattered Coast. Anatoliy had brought Anann back to the kingdom the day prior and the King's blood boiled at the thought. He had allowed that man to stay in the kingdom as the Serf at Anann's request and this is how it had come to be. A loud snarl erupted from the caramel-colored dog, jade eyes narrowed as he watched the raging surf. The sky was overcast, an omen of gloom in the early morning.

The Russian man had given him vague directions to where Keese had been keeping Anann chained, and Vigilante knew that he could not go straight there. The location would be unfamiliar to him, but Keese would know it and it would give him an advantage. He lifted his massive head, calling for him, song demanding. It was not entirely likely that he would come, but Vigilante did not know yet how else he would get the male in his presence without going in blind himself. He had not planned this, he did not know what, exactly, he was going to do. All he knew was that Keese needed to be punished. The greyscale man's sins were many.

Keese · 08-09-2011, 02:09 PM

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slight pp, let me know if you want it changed and I give you pp permissions for the entirety of this thread<3

It had just been that very morning when Keese had discovered the door left open to the old shed that had held Anann. The hefty board that had barred the door left laying useless on the ground. A growl had risen from him then, knowing before he even discovered the broken chain that she was gone. He looked at the marred and crudely broke chain before giving it an angry toss and cursing that Russian brute under his breath as he stormed out of shack. Kicking and throwing anything along his path as he did.

He was upset at the loss of his little pet. He had never been one to take a woman in force; that was not his way, but she had pushed him to it. She had left him with no other option. Though it would be a lie to say he had not enjoyed it and oh had he. Watching the strong woman slowly breakdown. The fight draining out of her over the weeks of continued abuse. Yes, he had enjoyed toying with her, taking her whenever he wished. It gave the man a sense of power he had never known. He regretted now the moments of peace he had given her once her scent had confirmed conception. Had he kept a vigilant guard he would still have his pet, but it was no matter. She carried his seed and she would not escape her fate.

Gray ears perked as a howl sounded. It was close and it was for him, demanding his presence. He scoffed at the ludicrous idea. He tilted back his head, returning the song with one of his own. His was filled with defiance, urging the king to catch him if he dared. Though once he had finished he did not run. Not exactly. He travelled in a wide arc, trying to circle around the dog that sought him out. To try and catch him unaware from behind. His optime form stopped as he caught movement of the secui form of the king ahead of him. "This is a lost cause, King. You cannot save her from her fate." He spat venomously at the form ahead of him. "Return her to me." This he stated more calmly, as if it was a reasonable request.

Vigilante Haskel · 08-09-2011, 02:32 PM

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works for me~ pp is fine from you too.

The dog King of Miracles wanted nothing more than to find Keese and kill him, a desire he had not felt in such strength when he had banished the brute Mysterious. The small dog's sins were known, but the greyscale wolf had attacked one of his own, one he considered closer than most. She had been taken and held against her will, used and abused. Keese deserved death for that. All regard for keeping this part of him in the past had been pushed away, dissolved by his hatred for this man that had harmed Anann as he had. The secrecy did not matter any longer.

A snarl met the harshly spoken words, the caramel-colored dog turnly sharply as he heard the other. "She does not belong to you," he growled, the fur along the back of his neck bristling. "I will not allow you to harm her any more." His massive body was rigid, keen eyes watching for the slightest sign of movement. The desire to run at the male coursed through his body, humming with hateful excitement as he waited for the response from the wolf.

Keese · 08-09-2011, 05:17 PM

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and he would stand and fight with words all day

It had not always been this way. When he had first arrived Keese had known better than to expect Anann to welcome him with open arms. Still he had hoped to court her. To woe the woman willing back into his arms. It was true there had never been true love between them, but what was one to expect from such an arrangement. Yet, in Tosawi they had known contentment in one another's arms and he had wished to know it once again. Had she only accepted him and her fate as she once had it never would have had to come to this.

It was her fault. Anann had forsaken their holy laws. Left her people in the wake of war. For what? So she could waste herself on some foreign, hybrid piece of trash? And what was he suppose to do? Just idly stand by and watch while his world fell to ruins? Fuck that. "Oh, but she does! As do the lives growing within her!" He snarled back. "Do not think this is how I wanted it to be. She forced my hand. I tried to do things right! It is her fault it had to be this way." Anger filled his tone, but guilt was slowly lacing its way into his voice as well. Buried deep within him there was a part of him that felt the guilt of his crimes, that longed for what could of been. But that part of Keese was smothered by the self centered arrogance that radiated forth.

An ivory hand at his side gripped the hilt of the buck knife tightly as it was held close to his body. Hidden from sight. He saw the murderous intent in those green eyes as they stared him down. "I will cause her no more harm. It is no longer I that she fears. Only one can survive, the mother or the child." Though Keese felt the King already knew this. Already knew the truth of what Anann truly was. Why else would they protect her like a sacred treasure unless they knew the truth? It was the only thing that made sense to his mind. Keese easily would have settled for the woman over the child, but Anann would have none of it. And so he had done as her father had bid. Break the woman and she would easily leave this life for the next. It was the only way.

Vigilante Haskel · 08-11-2011, 01:08 AM

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But this one won't. xD Hope it's not too soon for this?

The King felt himself go cold at the words Keese spoke, continually blaming Anann for the awful things he had done to her. A sharp snarl was the only response the greyscale wolf received from the caramel-coated dog with flaming jades. The excuses, the shift of blame, he had heard all of this before. It had not saved anyone in the past and it would not save this one now, his mind already set on how this encounter would end.

Once, he would have brought his dagger with him, its sharp blade having claimed so many lives already. Now, though, he came armed only with tooth and claw. This would be done with passion, for the man had harmed one of the very few that Vigilante considered a friend. This would be done the right way, primal drive instead of human tools. Keese deserved only the worst.

More words were spoken, but the rush of anger the King felt blocked them out partially. He heard what the man said, but he did not process it. He did not care. Instead, he propelled himself forward with a deep growl, pushing off of the rocks he stood on with extreme force as he ran at the wolf some distance away.

Keese · 08-12-2011, 01:39 PM

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not at all! No reason to drag this out

In his own mind Keese had justified his actions. Was he not unlike Anann in he believing he had done only what was best for Tosawi? He would return their Queen to them. He would bring back the war goddess that had abandoned and left them to war amongst themselves. He would create a new order from the chaos she had left them in. And he would be left standing at the top. Finally, with the child Keese could claim his rightful place as ruler of Tosawi. He would become the King he had always been promised to be. No one could take that from, not now.

It was obvious that Anann and Keese had very different ideas of what Tosawi should be. For Keese could not see beyond himself, unlike the amber and honey furred femme he could not take himself from the equation. Blinded by his arrogance.

The large secui form of the dog King lunged forward. Quickly consuming the distance that stood between them. Pale yellow eyes grew wide in fear before they narrowed again and he snarled, baring yellowed fangs. Keese took a step back, though only to find more stable footing as he prepared for the impact of the charging wolf. The hand holding the knife preparing to strike at the neck, shoulder, or whatever flesh it would find.

Vigilante Haskel · 08-23-2011, 02:33 AM

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tipsypostingomg i'm sorry dude

Unlike the meeting and banishment of Mysterious, Vigilante knew how this was supposed to end, how this was going to end. Keese had to die for the things he had done to the kingdom and especially to Anann. It was all unforgivable and he deserved death, and it seemed he knew it, too, for he did not seem surprised to see the King and had arrived with a weapon. It was certainly not the same thought Keese was having, but it made sense to him.

The males collided, Vigilante turning his head to catch the wrist of the hand holding the knife, though he felt it drag along his shoulder for a moment, slicing the skin. It was not deep enough to be worrisome now, though. With a snarl before his teeth would hopefully grab the target—Keese's wrist—he turned his body roughly, hoping to knock Keese to the ground.

Keese · 08-26-2011, 10:55 AM

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hah that’s fine! I’m typically only sober when posting from work xD

There was little more that Keese could do than wait for the large secui form to collide with his. Thrusting the knife in his hand at the large body as it slammed into his. Satisfaction brought a smirk to his lips as he felt the blade connect, the tip of the blade scraping across shoulder of his assailant. A shallow wound and lacked the depth he had hoped to achieve. A small victory and short lived as he felt fire in his arm as sharp fangs sunk into his flesh, the blade dropping from his hand to be lost and forgotten on the ground. The smirk on his lips disappearing as he cried out in pain and the heavy wait of the mutt king thrust him to the ground.

Using his free arm he swung his clenched fist at the head of the dog in an attempt to get him off his arm. A primal growl rumbled in his throat and jaws snapped at the face and ears of the other male.

Vigilante Haskel · 08-29-2011, 07:51 PM

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xD Usually I'm pretty good about it, but sometimes I drink and then decide I have to post~

The moment his jaws locked onto the man's arm, the dog King held on as tightly as he could, biting and pulling at the flesh in his mouth. Vigilante was out for blood. He wanted Keese to suffer for what he had done; he wanted him to feel the pain of it. It could have easily been a quick process, but the King did not want the greyscale wolf to have an easy, quick death. He needed to suffer. That thought repeated in his mind, even as the man pulled back his fist to hit him.

He shifted his body so that the punch hit his other shoulder, an intake of breath at the impact causing him to lose his hold on the man's arm. Vigilante had the man on the ground; he should have ended it there. Green eyes flashed dangerously as he stared at the golden gaze of the male. It was too soon.

Keese · 09-05-2011, 01:53 PM

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Pure adrenaline and shock kept Keese from feeling much of the pain as his arm was torn to shreds. Tooth ripping and pulling muscles and flesh from bone as his life blood leaked from the appendage as it was shook in the mouth of the large secui. Still the pain was sharp and scalding like hot steel on his flesh. His punch at the dog was panicked and miss striking the head of the king, but still connected solidly.

His arm release Keese scrambled backwards. Trying to get as much distance between himself and Vigilante as he could. His arm was useless, mangled. He looked down at it the sight of his own limb mangled and oozing blood as he held close to his side and stomach, staining the pale fur nearly turned his stomach. Fear and panic flooded him and he tried desperately to get to his feet, but blood loss was already taking an effect. He stumbled, sprawled out on his back. ”It’s not suppose to end like this.” His voice desperate as he sort of sat up and scrambled back a little further from the bringer of death. He knew now what his fate would be. It was not suppose to be this way. This was not what he had been promised. It was a nightmare, a cruel trick. Yellow eyes stared wide, full of fear at the green eyes of the mongrel king.

Vigilante Haskel · 09-05-2011, 09:42 PM

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I think this may possibly be the worst post I've ever written for 'souls. I am very sorry. >.<

Separated now, the secui dog King steadied himself, jade eyes following every movement of the wolf deserving of justice. His muzzled wrinkled in distaste at the acrid smell of the blood, both from wolf and dog, Serf and King, rapist and killer. Everything that one was, the other fought to destroy in a past life. Perhaps, though, they were similar. He saw himself in them all. The dark view, the belief in what they were doing... These things were shared.

It was this thought that triggered his next action. Without a moment's hesitation, the dog King lunged once more at the man, this time his jaws extending for the throat. The realization that they were so similar frightened him and he needed to end it now. "The wicked always end like this," he growled as he sought the end of a life.

Keese · 09-09-2011, 01:20 PM

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I don't see what's so bad about it o.O mine haven't been any better lol and this be my last post!

Pale yellow eyes stared wide at the bloody beast before him. His good arm supported him as he clutched the other mangled limb close to him. His breathing was heavy and his heart hammered in his chest. With every pump the organ sent more of his life blood to drip and ooze into matted fur and mangled flesh. Weakening him with every passing second as he stared back at those green eyes filled with rage and the intent to kill. Though his vision grew hazy and blinked tryin to bring those terrifying eyes back to focus.

A fucking dog, he couldn't believe it. Refused to accept it. A fucking dog was to be the end of him. Perhaps most poetic after having lived a life of sin and prejudice. It was the purity of lineage that had given him power and left him standing above those of lesser breed. Coyotes were weak and the domestic breeds were hardly better than the livestock they were expected to tended. Yet it would be such a lowly creature that stood over him now, forcing him to pay in blood for his sins.

Keese lurched backwards to try and escape the fangs that sought his neck, but his movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. His feet failed to find purchase to shove himself back and away. Instead hind claws scrambled uselessly against the earth as he felt his throat being grasped. His breath wheezed and gurgled in his throat before he choked, tasting his own blood as it flooded his mouth. Panic coarsed through him and even though he knew this was it, it was over, his limbs flailed. His one good arm tried to beat the dog off him. Though with each assault he grew weaker and the world darker. And then there was nothing. The silvered male lay still and silent. Eyes stared wide open, unseeing. A small, brass hued key on a bit of cord had worked itself free from his pocket of his blood stained trousers and laid beside the fallen villain. Glinting faintly in the light.

Vigilante Haskel · 09-26-2011, 11:15 AM

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Thoughts were not processing in the King's mind any longer as he sought the life of the sinner before him. There was no more question of right or wrong, forgivable or unacceptable. No other outcome could come from this meeting, an occasion of necessity, not chance. Vigilante had come out here with the sole purpose of bringing Keese to his end. He should never have allowed him into the pack, and now he was repaying that faulty decision.

When it was finished, the dog King stepped back, the bloodied man on the ground a revolting sight. He had never been affected much by the killings he had committed (barring his beloved sister), but it had been years. He had not taken a life since before coming to this area over two years prior. Turning, he dragged himself to the ocean, though he did not go in to clean his own bloody wounds. He simply sat there, staring at the horizon, feeling sick.

More than an hour passed before he felt as if he could move again, and he moved to the body once more. Vigilante did not know what to do with Keese's body; he did not want to touch it again. Jade eyes settled on the small object with a metallic glint. Anann had been wearing a locked chain around her neck, and though he did not know if this key would open it, he suspected it might. Dipping his head with a wince, he took the object up in his teeth and turned back towards home, leaving the body of the sinner behind for the insects and birds.

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