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Word Count → ::17th september


The Denahlii male slammed the door into the wall as he exited the house and it bounced off with a satisfying crash. His teeth were bared and his ears flat against his head and fury radiated off him in waves, even the bees close to his mother's house didn't buzz around him as they usually did. The faded blue of his jeans and his golden eyes were the only source of color upon him, his eyes were narrowed into deadly slits.


He stormed across Thornberry with his tail held high and his fur puffed up, hackles raised. How dare she scream at their mother especially in front of their young siblings. As he reached the house she had claimed as her one since moving out. He beat on her door with his clenched fist, shouting out her name angrily, uncaring if the neighbors heard or anyone else came to investigate.


The door opened and she stood there before him. Not even giving her a chance to ask why he was there shouting at her door he screamed in her face, angry beyond all measure, beyond anything she had ever seen before,


"HOW DARE YOU!"



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It was odd how a seemingly boring and monotonous act could calm one down. Recently Keldava had started polishing her sword her often. It was a pointless act; Keldava still couldn’t use her hand well enough to actually use the sword which meant that there was nothing to get it dirty! Still the repetitive motion was calming and helped Keldava deal with the refreshed anger towards her mother. As a bonus it seemed to amuse Devini; the kitten was perched on Keldava’s shoulder, peering at her reflection in the shiny metal and making mewling sounds that Keldava had started to equate with her equivalent of laughter.


Add the gentle breeze and scents of the pack flowing in through the open window Keldava was perched by and the dog-mix could almost be considered happy, though it was tainted by her anger. Then suddenly the scents coming in the window change, causing Keldava’s nose to twitch and ears to perk up; Rin was approaching. Keldava got to her feet, tail wagging and sword leaning lightly against her shoulder. Her steps faltered somewhat, ears drooping n confusion as she heard the anger with which Rin was calling her name.


Keldava threw open the door in response to his pounding, only to recoil backwards in shock and fall over, her sword clattering from her grasp to the ground, as he screamed in her face. Surprisingly it was Devini who acted the most, leaping from Keldava’s shoulder towards Rin’s face as the black and yellow female fell, spitting and hissing and scratching as she did so. The attack was brief though and as Keldava got back to her feet she saw Devini detach from Rin’s face and streak past her back into the house.

”W-What the hell, Rin!?” she exclaimed, keeping back slightly as she tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with her brother.

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Fury boiled within him and the violence that was bred into him from their warrior mother distorted his face into a gruesome mask. Every sound was magnified a hundred fold and time slowed down before his blazing eyes. All around him the shadows raced, a dizzying blur of devil's black and demon's souls. The lights forced backwards, away from him, their influence first dulled and then extinguished completely. He became that which he strove to avoid, he became a monster at will. Upon his visage was one direction he could have taken, a murderer with no feeling for friend or foe, no distinction between family and enemy.


The cat's caws did only minimal damage before it darted back into the safety on the house, he didn't even feel the wounds. If his sister had any sense within her then she would run and hide, barricade herself within her house and pray that he found no way within. Their language, the arctic Svinka, such a beautiful language was turned into a voice of rage and destruction, something to throw curses with,


"Attack the weak! Make the innocent fear! Torture the guilt ridden, cast out your own mother! She who brought you into this world you ungrateful whelp!" He lunged forwards and grabbed her arm, dragging her out into the street away from the safety of her house and the protection of her sword. His hand found her ear and he twisted sharply, intending to cause as much pain without permanent damage. Now he shouted at her his voice gaining more volume the longer he spoke, "How much pain do you feel dear sister! Last of the summer's light! How much does your body cry for it to stop. Feel it and imagine uncounted hours of it, forcing five new lives into the world while already being weakened by sickness. You stupid, selfish, little GIRL!" He let go and shoved her away from him with all the force he could muster, hoping she stumbled and fell. He knew he was doing what he had said he would never do, he hurt his own sister willingly but her actions were inexcusable and she needed to understand the wrongness of what she had done as the eldest able family member it was his job to punish her, to force her to understand.


The word she had used was horrific and their mother was now even more depressed and guilt ridden, almost at the edge of taking her own life, almost unable to bear her shame. Pandora was with her now, watching over her to ensure she did not do it. He looked at Keldava with derision in every iota of his expression.


"If she dies now, it will be all your fault!"


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