M - you leave a bitter taste in my mouth

Liam · 03-27-2012, 01:33 AM

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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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With the discovery of the black wolf in the pack shortly after the rough sex in the hotsprings, the rusty male felt the need to escape Anathema. Just for a short time, he wanted to help with the projects going on in the pack, he just needed to clear his mind, needed to escape and unwind. As he made his way through Halifax, he had caught sight of a shadow wolf. This one didn't look or smell like the one in the pack land. Infact, this one didn't smell at all like anyone or anything form any pack he knew of.

He stalked the shadow for hours, always out of sight if the evil creature should turn around. Soon the butterflies were fairly screaming at him to close in for the kill. As the shadow turned, Liam lunged from his hiding place. His claws met the beast's face, ripping out the burning embers of eyes. The battle was short and satisfying for the Anatheman male. It didn't take long for the blood splattered male to build a fire and begin the process of skinning the jet black wolf. His movements were quick and sure as he pulled back the pelt and set it aside to tan it. The innards and the like were thrown into the fire, the heart consumed to give him the strength of his enemy.

He could hear the butterflies satisfaction as the remaining meat was placed on tough sticks to be smoked and taken back with him. He would consume his enemy and steal their strength. It made perfect sense to him. As the meat smoked over the fire, he began the process of cleaning the black pelt.

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Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 03-27-2012, 01:54 AM

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He had gone to the coast, hoping to track his mate and other two children. He wanted to grab her and drag her back. He knew in his heart it wouldn't happen, he knew it was over between them. Still... Still, he wanted to find her, wanted to find out what he had done so terrible that she left him, left Myrddin, and walked away from them. In his day of wandering, he fell short of finding her. He was walking the shattered streets of Halifax in a depressed daze when the acrid scent of smoke caught his attention.

He stiffened. Fire was a bad thing even this far away from a pack. He began tracking the smoke, only to find the source. Fear and anger scored his heart as he discovered the source of the fire, of the smoke. Liam. His lips curled as he stared across the fire at the monster who had once been his son. Blood covered the boy's hands and face, meat roasted over the fire, and the beast was cleaning some kind of pelt. In the fire, grinning like a demon, laid what once belonged to a living wolf.

He felt rage fill him, banishing the depression left from his wandering mate. "Murdering again, Liam? Who was that? Some pack yearling? An invalid?" Anger rushed through his as Liam's head lifted, golden eyes meeting mismatched orbs. Liam's gaze was cold, indifferent. Tal strode forward, wanting to slap the smug indifference off the kid's face.

In a flash, the knife Liam had been using the clean the pelt was at the scholar's throat.

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Liam · 03-27-2012, 08:36 PM

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As the blade scraped the miscellaneous meat off the hide, the rusty Zepar let his mind drift away, wandering aimlessly. He was brought to reality as a voice came to him, causing his blade to slip and nick his fingers. "Murdering again, Liam? Who was that? Some pack yearling? An invalid?" His eyes met the mismatched gaze of Taliesin, the male who was his biological sire. As the D'artisian strode forward, he was up swiftly, clearing the fire easily, his blade finding the neck of the snow hued male.

He stared into the male's eyes, feeling nothing for the male who had raised him. "You never understood, Taliesin. Mother told you, and you never understood the butterflies. You were too forgiving, too..." A movement had the younger male looking up, his amber eyes focusing on something only he could see. His lips lifted into a silent snarl as his gaze returned to the pale man.

"The shadows are a threat, Taliesin." His voice was flat and hard. "And if you are my enemy, as you continue to prove you are, then you are a fool and their ally. This is a mistake." He let the pale scholar pull away from him, though his grip on his skinning knife remained firm. He was poised to strike at a moments notice. Without warning, the rust hued Anatheman lunged forward, ready to kill the male who had once been his father.

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Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 03-27-2012, 08:52 PM

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As the boy spoke, Tal felt his blood run cold. Insanity -Kira's curse- was certainly coursing through the younger male's veins. Sky had told him as much once, but he hadn't paid quite enough attention. He'd known it when Liam had murdered Tameri, but the full force hadn't hit him, even then. He shuddered as he took a step away from the stranger who had once been his child. A sense of danger filled him, and he froze as the male lunged at him. The male who had once been his son was attacking him. In reflex, his arm lifted to protect him from the blow. He yelped as the knife bit deeply into his arm, his blood immediately staining his snow hued pelt crimson.

Even as the knife was digging into his skin, his unharmed hand was balling into a fist and swinging for the larger male. The many betrayals over the last four months had peaked in his heart, and Liam was offering him the rare chance to release his frustration on someone who had caused him so much hurt. A snarl rumbled on his lips like thunder in a turbulent sky. The impact of his fist in the male's face was sadly satisfying, even as the knife jerked out of his arm and crashed back into the torn flesh.

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Liam · 03-27-2012, 10:03 PM

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Feeling the resistance beneath the knife was gratifying. Feeling the timid scholar's fist meet his face? Not so nice. The rusty zepar snarled , slamming the knife into the scholar's arm again. As he lifted it, intending to slam it into the other male's face, he found his arm being twisted until he was forced to drop the razor keen blade. He threw his considerable weight forward, into the smaller pale male, his snarls answering the male who had once been called his father.

He felt ribs crunch as the two met the ground, the D'Artisian hitting the ground first. He brought his fist up as the scholar tried to throw his weight off of his chest. His fist crashed into the male's face, returning the favor of the sore and swelling face. He wanted to crush the snow hued male, wanted to see his life extinguished. The butterflies began whispering, and the male was tempted to ignore them. They insisted he not kill the brute, that he give him the chance to repent, to accept them as his gods as Liam had done...

Fine. He would knock the pale male out then. As he decided that, the scholar managed to slip out from under him. The coward began running! Liam let out a snarl and pounced, driving the brute into the ground face first. He'd teach him.

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Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 03-27-2012, 10:33 PM

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The cracking of his ribs left Tal short of breath and in agony. Every breath was torture. He struggled to get away, he just wanted to get away, get back to the pack. Somehow he managed to slip out from under the rusted male. He was on his feet and running, up until a weight slammed into him from behind. His vision grayed from the pain. The scholar bit his lip to keep from passing out, then wished he hadn't. Liam's weight was crushing the breath from his lungs, and the hands around his throat didn't help. His face ground into the dirt below him, hot from the nearness of the fire, and he hoped he wouldn't be joining the mystery wolf in the fire.

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As he awoke, the first thing he noticed was the lack of heat. He blinked the dirt from his eyes, slowly lifting his head, his breath coming in short pained gasps. The fire Liam had was long gone, the embers and ashes cold. The scorched skull leered knowingly at him. He laid there for a moment, his gaze drifting into the distance. He was alive. He was in pain, but he was alive. Liam had the chance to kill him, and he hadn't. Tal didn't know whether to be grateful or sad about the entire situation.

He began to sit up, noticing the assorted cuts on his arms, and the sore throat. He climbed to his feet, pausing as the world tilted under his feet. He needed to make it back to D'Arte.

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