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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.

Word Count → 1429 :: Alexander is the evil NPC guy Matt and I poofed into existence. Late afternoon of the 15th, Optime form for both, south of the Ichika borders, nearby. ALEXANDER IS PURE BLACK IN COVERING WITH DARK ORANGE EYES. HE IS WEARING BLUE JEANS. Sorry for his crudeness. I wanted him to be a disgusting idiot

ALEXANDER

The dark wolf had grown rather uninteresting with the current path of the day, there was no one around, no one to overpower and exert his dominance over. None at all in these woods. Prey had been so easily seen by the dusky wolf, earlier in the day he had caught a few with his bare hands only to gulp them down greedily while half alive. This sadistic nature wasn't surprising, his whole family had been raised in the aura of hardship, torture and without the knowing of what was right or wrong. Some may call this sadist dark, trouble, all of which were true.

Frankly, this masculine really didn't give a fuck about where the packs were established, he seriously had no time for the lowly imbeciles they were. They couldn't live without eachother, he himself had been very independent. Self serving even. Alexander would much rather piss upon their borders rather than join in with their band of weakness. Blood from the recent kills earlier stuck to his dark face. Hardly visible but still there. A pink tongue lashed out from his maw to graze the side of his muzzle, re-establishing the taste upon his tastebuds, the taste he often seemed to crave, that wonderful metallic essence.

Something told the jerk that he was near the borders of some pack, maybe half a mile away at most. A long ratted tail flicked in annoyance, he had taken to the loner life well enough. The bitches were too weak to understand and do the same. Everything inside the man's head was conceited, carrying the belief that everything he said was right and whoever objected wasn't fit to stay in the world. Large black nails clawed angrily into the soil until a scent sweet and familiar had tantalizingly drifted his way. A dark but seductive grin crossed his scarred face as he looked to the west. A woman was there, helpless and alone. Just what he wanted. Watching, the savage licked his lips. His fiery eyes couldn't help but linger upon her chest and hips. Silently planning things for later.

SELENE

Selene had left Casa di Cavalieri in mixed emotions. Last night had been beautiful...poetic even, despite the fact that everything was done in a drunken haze. But of course, there was an unsettling feeling occupying her heart today. She had woken up entangled in Hadley's strong arms, blissfully and quietly sleeping. Everything she felt for the muscular hybrid was love. But was it the same her way? Hadley had never said anything along the lines of love, maybe he didn't have to say it. Maybe she should have known. Days were spent daydreaming, hoping for things that seemed unreachable. But at least the young hybrid could imagine.

She had left Hadley's room with a note for him on the bed, there had been a man she had met at the winter festival, she remembered the man as Saluce, who had been kind and in turn she had left without repaying for the wine and rejecting his offer so bluntly. She regretted it terribly, and had been thinking about the wrong done for many days. The brown coydog had packed things for the journey north, food and a variety of things. Her valued sword was strapped amongst other things like fine furs to give to the people of Ichika and Saluce. Humming softly, the small Italian set off on horseback with Ukaglay her stallion.

The scenery didn't seem to change as she quietly rode on, bare trees and a grey sky. That was it, it came as a disappointment to Selene that this was winter. She wanted flowers! And green! Oh how she missed greens and colors! Every so often the horse would jerk and the young fae would clutch the reins tighter to keep her from falling. A low grumble in her stomach had Selene stopping for a break, she had neglected to eat since last night. Having dinner was the last meal.

Selene dismounted the stallion and sat upon the ground with a bit of spare cooked rabbit from a couple of days back, Sel had frozen it hoping that it would stay fresh for a while, that it did. The rabbit was enjoyable, having taken away that awful straining in her abdomen. Putting her things away, the young swordswoman got the impression as if being watched. Large ruby eyes scanned the area fearfully, hoping that whoever it was had no ill-intentions.

ALEXANDER

Alexander watched the figure of the lithe girl almost feverishly, the images of him and her...God they had him hooked. She was beautiful, but he wanted nothing to do with her pretty face, nothing at all. All he wanted an appointment with that ass for a while. Like a shadow, he slipped out from the copse of trees he had so well concealed himself in the shadows. Before the girl could do anything, the large wolf chucked almost dangerously. "Mmm gorgeous, I couldn't help but notice your beauty..." The dark man's voice was sultry with a silken edge. For now he'd play nice, later the young woman would figure out how dangerous he really was.

Alex licked his lips once again moving towards the woman to grasp her waist and let his tongue snake out to catch her jaw. He didn't care if he was too forward. All he wanted was to fuck the bitch and kill her before she called out for assistance. "You're verrryy pretty." The dusky wolf smiled rolling the word before deliberately herding her towards a wide tree for his advance. Yes he could see the lecherous and sensual, even painful things he would do to her. Yes he did. Flashing a toothy grin, the sadist was upon her.

He had become excited during the whole thing, letting himself grow much to his content. Alexander pushed her against the tree, she couldn't escape now. He outweighed and towered above her. There was no trace of the sultry and low tones he had used earlier, growling he pulled off the jeans he had donned, "Don't move, bitch."

SELENE and ALEXANDER

A voice from the bushes startled the fae leaving her feet firmly planted where she stood, a man much bigger than she herself emerged yet there was no comfort knowing he was there. His voice was sharp, saying disgusting things she hated. A low growl emanated from the petite coydog's throat, especially as she was leaded towards a tree. Clearly this stranger had other plans, frightening ones to be more precise.  Sel didn't want to be manipulated this way, to be used. Who the fuck are you?" Her voice came shrill and cold, her own hidden venom lurking behind her silver tongue. The man looked back with more danger flashing in his eyes. "Doesn't matter who the fuck I am. As long as you give me what I want."

Fear flashed in Selene's eyes as he pinned her against a tree, he had pulled down his jeans and she didn't want to see the thing hanging from his body. It disgusted her, and for that moment nausea overcame her. The young Fiera felt dizzy. Horribly woozy. She was straddled, helpless. Well not entirely, Selene aimed a well timed knee at his groin, instantly immobilizing him and rendering him helpless. Alex swore a few times, clearly pissed off for the coydog's cleverness. It didn't mean that the sadist wasn't going to stop. Alex aimed a punch directed to her face, hitting her and she fell crumpled the ground letting out a long howl, expressing her distress. Hopefully whoever hears it would come quick. Finally blackness took over, and Selene lay unconscious, blood pouring from her nose and scratch marks on her neck and chest.  Growling    Alexander moved forward to reclaim his prize, she could not resist and rebel while he did the nasty things to her if she was knocked out right? For a moment he hesitated, his head whipping from side to side as if to check if anyone was coming. She had called out, and maybe someone heard it. Alexander hesitated before slowly moving towards her limp body. The big man kicked at her rib, intentionally wanting to break her ribs.

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WC:1150 -Konrei thread

Patrolling the borders as often as he did afforded him a good idea of whom had visited and who was lurking around the borders. This also gave him a good idea of whom was leaving to go other places and when they returned, wasn’t so much spying as information he used to help form a better picture of the pack as a whole. Wolves who left usually returned with subtle hints of scent clinging to their trails allowing to him guess as to where they might have been. When X’y had left her scent primarily scented of Ichika and him, when she had returned the scents that had clung to her from the festival showed up in the scent trail. Saluce’s nose was ending up being the best asset he had to give to the pack. Today however his recent border patrols from the previous days had tipped him off to a certain lurking canine around the borders recently.


So today he wasn’t running along on four legs, no he was sitting atop his war horse already, ready to ride out and confront the canine in full armor and with his mace in toe to project the power of the pack. The lurker hadn’t crossed the invisible boundary but he had grown closer and closer to it, so it was time for him to be asked kindly to move on or be forced to physically. Saluce nudged the horse with the back of his foot paw, urging it forward and it’s snorting breathe reflected his own mood. While the two beings didn’t always get along, the horse knew that when he came to him dressed as he was that his purpose would be fulfilled.


They trotted down and across the invisible threshold, each time a hoof found more stable ground it’s clicking would echo along the woods. It was all a part of the plan, fear and intimidation where two things he used very well and excelled at projecting onto others. But his ears perked a top his head rather abruptly, his eyes scanning around almost frantically as the sincerity and urgency of the call made him fear the worst. A low menacing growl left his lips and it was all the urging Charlemagne needed to turn from a slow trot into a full blown run. The two of them didn’t travel lightning quick even when in such a run, so much weight and the horse himself wasn’t built for speed but power, but it was epic none the less. Such weight beating the ground created a clap of thunder and a slowly increasing roar that heralded the approach of one very well equipped canine.



Meanwhile Alexander was looking over his catch; she had called out and with a pack so nearby the chances of him getting caught where astronomical but he was a man, and a despicable one at that. Any chance he had to feel the sweet tender folds of a woman he had to take it. A broad grin took over his maw as he through caution to the wind, and his rapidly growing excitement seemed to overtake all sensory functions that helped to keep him alive. Long arms reached down and flipped her fully onto her back, marveling at the youth of the female, as drool fell from his lips. The anticipation was almost as great as the act itself as a wandering hand sought the engorged flesh of his groin to remind himself of his coming release. Bending down he hooked both arms around each of her thighs, lowering his head down to poke his nose along those sweet lips between her ample thighs, the scent driving him maddeningly insane as he involuntarily thrust just at the scent of her.


His tongue rolled out as his eyes closed, his flesh lined up and his thrust all but ready until a thundering roar entered his ears. The warning bells didn’t truly go off as he was dead set on one goal, to deflower the female who seemed young enough to be a virgin and then leave her for dead. So close, her warm welcoming slit so near that he felt the involuntary spasm of his muscles seeking to attain what he had claimed. But it wasn’t meant to be, a huge force seemed to push him from his side, his form crumpling to the side, hands and arms unable to keep their hold on the woman any longer. He was thrown to the side and off balance before any pain registered within his lust filled form. Staggering he tried to stand fully upright but his ribs refused to allow such actions as he huddled over himself, coughing and struggling to breathe, the damage massive enough that the internal bleeding was already starting to bring about fits of shaking and weakness.


Saluce had arrived just in time it seemed, and he had literally no time to ascertain the distressed woman even as his eyes spied the male about to do the most dastardly act imaginable. He aimed his horse and his hand grabbed a hold of the hammer, it happened in a split second, the horse barreled through just the side of the man as the great weight, speed and strength of horse and rider combined reached out in a wide arch with his mace and the form of the male visibly crumpled like a piece of paper. Rider and horse turned as the male dismounted, blues burning in anger, it had been a long long time since he had killed a canine, and today seemed to be the day he’d reset the counter back to zero. Each step was purposefully, his lips reciting a prayer.


“Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: For thou art with me;
Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
His arms flexed as his left came up and joined the right, his body twisting in a coil as the hammer was swung one final time. This time the body wasn’t the aiming point, the lurker would have died without his second hit but he wanted to make sure this sinner would never again walk the earth again. A static whoosh of air cut through the silence before the thump and crack of a skull pierced the silent landscape. Blood sprayed outward as the skull cracked and crumpled when the mace made its way through. A bomb had exploded at contact and the lurker never knew any better, his life ending just as quickly.








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Word Count → :: Sally to the rescue <3 I made a crappy post

Without the blackness and numbness of the blow, Sel's body would be a screaming fireball with the pain, her assailant didn't stop from there with the torturous things he did, if in a conscious state Selene would so easily try to rip his head clean from his shoulders. It was the only thing her subdued mind could really feel and acknowledge, much to her disgust. This was nothing of the sort like last night, spent with Hadley who was too gentle. The blackness came and went, bringing on waves of agony in which the young woman could not help but gasp for her air, and almost writhe in the pain. The dark man's foot had caught her square in her ribs, she knew this asshole was striving to keep her down. The unconsciousness faded as quickly as it came, the youth tried to struggle, to escape away from the monster that held her down and disgustingly touched her. She hated feeling so helpless, so small and weak against this demon.

 

Something crashed through the trees, the girl who's fur was matted with the blood from her nose closed her eyes in fear until she realized the disgusting prick was moved from her, taken by some force that she didn't see until she had looked up. She heard a recital from the Bible, and for a moment the girl thought she was dead. A large man, whom she recognized in a single heartbeat had come to her rescue, Saluce his name was. He held a hammer in his massive hands and was ramming it with a great force onto Alexander. Blood sprayed in a quick flow of red, it seemed as if the hammer had connected to flesh and her attacker was down.

Despite her screaming with pain limbs and bloody face, the young Optime looked up to see the large figure who had came crashing through the trees for her safety. He had seen the disgusting things that the black devil had done. The petite coywolf couldn't help the feelings of disgust for the attacker but the almost evil rush that had arrived the moment Alexander had gotten the blow to his head. Her head hurt, a bit of aftermath from the punch that had been thrown at her. Hopefully before she passed out again, Selene tried to stand and lean against the tree. Her ribs hurt, but thankfully weren't broken. She coughed again, nauseous from the stench of blood and the sight of soon-to-be maggot food. "Thank you....Thank you...He would have killed me, and done all that disgusting stuff..." Selene had to make something or do something to pay for this, establish something in gratitude for someone that had saved her life. She shuddered thinking of the things Alexander would have done, her fear of men had increased since today. But not for Hadley or Saluce. They had done too many good things, and we're trusted eternally. She felt nauseous from the strong stench of blood, and even lurched and gagged thinking of the disgusting things te demon probably had planned for her. In a raspy soft voice, she asked quietly whilst holding onto the tree to keep from succumbing to the dizziness "My horse...I had things for you...Presents for how I acted at the festival...I was rude. Where is he?" it was clearly obvious that travwlling back to Casa di Cavalieri wasn't going to be soon in this state. What was she to do?

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WC:510 -I did pp her a bit well some. Hope you don't mind. Feel free to protest his efforts and the likes Smile

His breathing never eclipsed any form of heavy, it still settled slowly in his lungs and expelled slowly through his nostrils. Blues settled on the half decapitated form and there was no doubt, Ichika’s rules were meant to keep such things from happening but this had been in defense of another, and one that he had hoped would join Ichika. His righteous path had always had strict rules for engagement, and as the adrenaline slowly ebbed from his body he stood finally straight up, the heavy mace dangling to his side as he looked for the woman.


Blues found her, huddled against a tree, he examined her, first visually, eyes wandering along her form, and even between her legs to make sure no harm had come to her. But harm did come to her, the beautiful face had been marred and he could see swelling along her ribs. He visibly shook, he hadn’t been fast enough to prevent harm from befalling her. Saluce should have taken care of him earlier, moved him from Ichika’s borders but he had waited as per the rules of the pack, and he would have still had to have talked and as a last resort forcibly removed him but still he wouldn’t have been able to harm him. Sometimes he felt constricted by the rules of the pack, if he had been allowed to be more proactive this situation wouldn’t have arisen. But she was safe now and maybe worse for wear but still he had prevented much more evil deeds done to her.


The man walked over to her, setting his hammer against the tree, a gentle hand wound against her waist to prevent her from falling. He only nodded to her words, confused a bit when she mentioned a horse. Blues looked around but didn’t see any other than Charlemagne but a nod to the horse was all that seemed to be needed as it meandered around and whinnied loudly. Sometimes he marveled at how much the horse seemed to understand or if it was all just coincidence, but it didn’t matter, he returned his gaze toward her and shook his head.


“I’ll take you back to Ichika to have your wounds treated by my mate and I.” She smelled of Case di Cavalieri, and he shrugged, oh well he could only try and recruit sometimes. “X’yrin knows I think your Alpha if you’re from Cavalieri, we will make sure you get home.” He stated simply as strong arms proceeded to pull her into his chest. She was in no condition to walk and even though the pain of being carried would be immense to her ribs, there was really no way he could move her without doing so. The big brute cradled her a bit, and walked toward his horse.


“I don’t know where your horse ran off to, but he should turn up,” he stated as he lifted her up and on top of Charlemagne, letting her straddle the horse and placing her hands on his mane to hold onto.



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Word Count → ::  post

Selene managed a small smile as she was checked over, feeling safe after the horrific scene she had been a part over. There was no use in the world struggling, this was all something safe. If it wasn't, why would he bludgeon someone to death with a spiked hammer for her? Her body felt heavy and not in her control, like gravity had taken right over and standing up was not an option.  Saluce spoke something about heading to Ichika, slowly the doggish hybrid nodded and agreed. "Yeah...Im from Casa." She wanted to be home again in Casa di Cavalieri, to be nestled safely into the bed, have Hadley there to comfort her from the nightmares. And there would likely be more of those now.

The coydog was easily scooped into muscular arms as if nothing despite her feeling of dopey heaviness. Being handled made her ribs throb just the slightest in uncomfortable pain, but all she did was wince as it felt like a stab. The horse she was placed upon was just as behemoth as his master, remembering that her own horse couldn't be wandering Selene whistled with her fingers, it made her ribs protest in pain as she did it, but a small happy smile spread across her visage as Ukaglay trotted out from in the trees, keeping his distance from the other larger horse. Her hands gripped the mane of Saluce's horse as if he life depended on it. There was her wonderful steed, with all of the wares strapped to his flanks in bags. Even her wonderful sword remained. In her mind, the coydog hated herself for not grabbing her sword the minute she had been provoked. She would have decapitated him otherwise. "Uka...Uka." Selene softly cooed to her horse who looked almost ready to follow the small group. What about Hadley? What would he think? That the night after they ha spent so much beautiful time together, she had left? The idea was saddening. "My...Hadley...He won't know where I am..."

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WC:390 - He's calling for X'y

Saluce watched the woman for a moment, making sure she was well enough to continue. Charlemagne wasn’t happy about a foreign rider a top him but a fleeting glance with Saluce’s blues reaffirmed his riders choice. Sometimes he felt the horse to be to prideful to fulfill its true purpose, but it also reminded him that the horse really didn’t care one way or the other as to its purpose, just that he did what Saluce asked of him. The behemoth turned from her as she called for her horse and let out her hysterical calls for someone he didn’t know of.


His blues behold the image before him, the dead canine. It’s body a mangled mess, blood seemed to leak from his head while his damaged let loose a few more struggled beats before succumbing to death all together. Saluce had killed, had killed someone for the first time since coming to this land and now he felt as if all his mates work would be undone by his own actions. Saluce had killed in defense of innocent and against an act of deplorable evil, but yet it didn’t help him in the least. The bloodlust he normally felt after such an act was absent, that was the difference from the last time, but the guilt hung so more heavily than he would have imagined when his actions where called for. Deep down he knew there wouldn’t have been an another way, a stranger willing to go to the lengths he did to get what he wanted wouldn’t have stopped even if he had begged and tried to restrain. No he would have ended up in the same fashion but he might have been able to harm the woman more so if he hadn’t had acted.


His blues turned back to her and smiled a moment glad to see her doing well enough to be reunited with her horse, before he motioned for Charlemagne to follow him. His nose lifted to the sky and a long urgent howl filled the mountain regions calling for a certain woman whom he needed. Not only to help care for the wounded Selene, but to help heal him as well, for he had sinned and he needed her calm demeanor to help him come to terms with the animal that swelled out of him a few short moments ago.


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She had been resting quite soundly when the troubled baritone of his voice pulled her from sleep to heed his call. She did not question the tone, nor contest its validity and rose to greet it with a receptive howl of her own. Her mind drifted erratically from the waking world to dreamland, treading the threshold repeatedly until the cold beneath her paws truly seeped in and had her awake and at attention. Her careless strides began to even as she became more aware of her surroundings as well as the echo of the call still on the wind. Her pace quickened as she neared the borderline then halted all together at the aromatic stain of blood in the air. Her hackles raised uncomfortably as terror gripped her throat, silencing the call she would have invoked in reflex to stir the whole of Ichika into waking.

But she needn’t do that… not yet.

For with the scent of blood mingled that of her mate leading her from the lines marred with sin to where he stood with the injured female in his care. And the both of them were scented heavily in blood. “Saluce,” terror leaked through her usually calm voice as she circled urgently around the male and the young female. “What…why is there-“ She could hardly make out a coherent thought, her mind was running so rampant. Seasons of training and conditioning to find calm were dashed in an instant. “Saluce what happened? What is going- Who is this female? Why are you…” X’ryin had to force herself to sit before her trembling legs gave way beneath her. She did not know where to begin, what to ask… what warranted the most importance as a leader. But as a mate, she could think of only one thing to ask him. “Are you alright?”


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