Stay Strong

Raoth · 09-28-2012, 02:27 PM

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Freedom was difficult to adjust to. Especially with the end of the storm meaning that there was damage everywhere. It had freaked him out a bit, and he'd ended up slipping outside of the pack to get away from all of it. It wasn't like he had any deep attachment to the pack anyways. His loyalty was strictly to Aro. He was lucky that his master hadn't been injured at all by the storm. Raoth still felt that he needed to get out and actually stretch. Staying in the courthouse for the past week had driven him up the wall. There were so many canines, and animals, and he'd had to behave and not hit anyone.

Sighing he found himself a spot that had particularly thick trees. A couple branches had been torn down, but otherwise there was little damage. Settling down Raoth rested, glad for the silence. It was better than the thunderous noise of the storm, and the relentless banging as the pack had started to repair things. Raoth was glad for the chance to escape from all of that, and just rest in the silence that came after a storm, before things returned to their usual furious pace. He couldn't be gone too long. He still felt the need to report to Aro.

Ookami · 10-01-2012, 09:24 PM

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The burning need to cut into his soft flesh was overwhelming now. He had tried to stop, but it seemed nothing would work. He either cut himself, of he thought of Adonia. And out of those two, he would rather do the first. It kept his mind off his broken and angry heart and put him in control of something. Legs staggered through the neutral lands and finally he collapsed beside a tree, his knees giving way, catching his fall too.

There he stayed, crouched on his knees, resting his rump on his ankles. He stared at his left arm, it was face up, showing off the gnarly cuts and gashes that were there. His eyes locked onto a portion that hadn't been cut up yet and he traced over it with his right pointer finger. His claw was sharpened just for this reason and he felt a tingling sensation in his fingertip.

Finally he pressed his sharp talon against his skin, pushing until he could feel his skin give way and he felt the prick of pain. Then slowly, he pushed it deeper and deeper, but stopped before it got to the deep part that there was no going back from. He didn't want to kill himself after all. When he was as deep as he dared to go, he slowly dragged his claw across his arm, eyes rolling back in his head with a mixture of pain and emense pleasure spreading through him. Everything around him was forgotten and all he felt was his claw inside of him.

This next process was simple, pick a new spot, and repeat the gashing. Seven cuts later, he stopped, placing his hand at his side and he looked at his arm. Blood was everywhere, flowing from the fresh cuts on his arm. Both of the insides of his forearm were stained red from his blood now, and now this one would be even worse. He let his amber eyes look up, to find someone else there. And when he saw him, he pressed his bleeding arm against his chest. He tried to hide it, but of course this would only make it worse, staining his golden chest fur with crimson and it would slowly drip down from under his arm, spreading onto his stomach.

Raoth · 10-02-2012, 03:00 PM

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Raoth stared as a golden wolf wandered into his spot. The canine was bleeding in several places along his arm, though the rest of him seemed fine. Had something clawed him? Raoth sat up and looked over the wolf, wondering if there was anything dangerous nearby that he needed to be aware of. He didn't smell anything particularly dangerous in the area. His eyes widened with horror as the wolf proceeded to use his own claw and dig through the flesh on the torn arm. What was he doing? Was he an idiot of some kind?

Standing now he stared in horror as their eyes locked. The arm was pulled close and tucked up to the stranger's body, but that didn't hide what had been done. Raoth watched the blood stain the pale fur, a scowl spreading across his features. His frame was tense as he marched over to where the large optime crouched. If he'd been standing he probably would have towered over the young coyote, but he didn't care. Raoth moved to grab the arm, gesturing wildly at it, rage in his eyes.

Ookami · 10-02-2012, 05:26 PM

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Ookami's eyes were wide with shock and horror for what he had been caught doing. He pressed his arm close to his chest, he could feel the blood covering his chest and dripping down to his stomach. Had he really cut that deep? That it was flowing so freely? He watched the male come towards him and he inched back on his knees until his back was pressed against a tree.

The coyote grabbed his arm, his expression angry and wild. Though no words were spoken, Ookami winced at how his face looked. He pulled his arm away, shaking his head. "You don't understand... I have to." Ookami felt shame as he looked down at his chest. Looked at how red his creamy fur was. But he was glad, glad that he had looked up when he did.. Because if he hadn't of, the desire would grow fresh once the blood slowed, and then he would be cutting his other arm. He wanted so desperately to stop.. but he couldn't. He loved the way it felt, the pain that he felt, but also how good it felt. He was addicted, and he needed this now.

Going back from this.. Now this would be a tough one. But it was alright, he wasn't going to go back.. He knew that in his heart. He would be doing this for a long time now, what it would lead up to.. that was not known.. but he would continue to mark his skin with scars and no body was going to stop him.

Raoth · 10-02-2012, 06:17 PM

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The wolf tried to escape from what he had done, to slip past Raoth's anger. The coyote just couldn't believe anyone would do that. He spent so much of his time fighting for the right just to be without pain, and here this wolf was putting pain into his life for no reason at all! Sure, life could get pretty bad, but that was no reason to just give in to the cycle of pain and turn it on himself. It would be much better if that pain was turned into a weapon against those that hurt this poor fool.

Raoth's response to the stupid words was taking his hand back to slap the stupid wolf across the face. He gestured to himself, indicating the scars that marred the coyote's slim body. They weren't there by choice. He grabbed a knife and held it to the wolf's throat, growling low. If this canine was really so eager to end it, then why didn't he just let Raoth end the pain permanently? There was no need to hang on in this shameful pathetic form if all he was going to do was stay as miserable as he was.

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