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HEART OF DARKNESS
The slow beating of the dormant heart echoed in the empty darkness— slow, deliberate, brooding....
Many years had passed since the second exile, and the Wolf God Arawn came to him only occasionally, but perhaps it was more convenient to him… Many moons had passed since the presence of the fae Graine was at his side, but he had no need of her. His only need now was of his daughter… And he slept now, with Darkness stroking his neck, with Wind whispering in his ears. And he felt and he listened, and he knew of the darkness of his soul once more. The memory of TaeBin became faded and tattered, nearly forgotten. But he himself remained, young and strong and ever keen of mind....
He rose.
The rocks were cold in the darkness, damp with moisture as if nervous in his presence. Nevertheless, there were things that feared the unknown, that feared the darkness. Corvus Vendetta was a creature of darkness, his soul as elusive as black smoke in all things. Having risen, he breathed deeply the cold air, shaking from him the darkness that groped, whining, at his fur. There was no yawn, no stretching, for he required none. The black orbs were as fathomless as ever. His fur, black and white in their purity, rearranged themselves in an orderly fashion. A light sneer graced the wicked maw as he left the stone abode.
The world about was a new place. Before his deep sleep and after the second exile, the Wolf God Arawn had guided him with slow treachery to this place… this edenic setting. Predators reigned here, though less than he—less than the wolf of darkness.
Black auds pricked forward, considering the new call upon the whining wind. The crows rose up as large ebony paws carried him with speed across the landscape. His movements were ethereal, as smooth as quicksilver, as wild as liquid helium. The great pied wolf seemed untouched by the wind, the thick furs unmoving as he ran, revealing only the movements of the prevailing sinew beneath. Unforgiving black claws, able to leave no vestige, tore now at the terrain beneath the silent paws, tasting the life he had been away from for so long.
This place of calling was quite desirable, even to the pied wolf’s standards. Indeed, much of his life previous had been spent in warm climates, some where winter existed in its frosty form, others were it did not. But the superlatively sculpted body was unaffected by the cold of the warming world, of the weeping world, almost welcoming its deadly touch. The black maw breathed in the crisp air, laying over his soul a new layer of a black, impenetrable substance. Frozen and lethal, warmth had no place there; yet, a single flaw in the seemingly flawless soul would allow a place for another, should the precise finger find and hook itself there....
He stood at the edge of the forest, having emerged from within that darkness. And as he came upon the edge of the wood, the light of the world fell dying.
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He did no longer go out of his way to look for them. It was over, and though what had happened was a tragedy no matter what the truth looked like, he was free of the responsibility for the little ones. If the male could have chosen without getting caught, he would prefer never to find the children. He was failing with Willow as well, but not that hard, it seemed. The girl addressed him as father and she seemed to at least somewhat enjoy his company. The disgrace he lived with because of the bastard child was nothing he couldn’t live with. He was used to negative opinions radiating in his direction, and the male held his own honour, and so other views was tacky and false in his opinion. The only false being was Haku, but he was unable to see his own flaws. That alone was his biggest flaw, to be able to truly see the terrible creature he really was. The cocoa male walked on without taking in the beauty of the day’s death, which gave a last explosion of celestial colours in the end of the horizon before darkness started to tighten its greedy grasp. He preferred the night above the day; it seemed a little bit more his. Haku Soul did no longer spend his nights and days in Dahlia de Mai. Instead he wandered, everywhere, using his co-rank as the main excuse. He did not really have any; he was merely driven by his restlessness back in his cabin where he still could smell the blood from his family.
He picked up the wolf’s scent before his baby blue eyes managed to find the dark figure. Haku had excellent eyes that saw well also in the dark, but the dark man’s white neck area was the only reason Haku’s eyes went back to take a second look. It was indeed a wolf, pitch black features except for that patch of fur. It reminded him slightly of a male lion, which he once had seen in a picture book as a child. Those were interesting markings, and from what the male could see from this distance, the unnamed male’s eyes were also darker than the night. Haku’s curiosity was triggered at once, just by the silent first impression. The Dahlian wolf stalked closer to the edge of the forest, positive he had been discovered already. That was of no concern; Haku rarely hid his intentions unless he wanted to inflict pain and death upon the individual. When he was close enough, the male spoke up, eager to know what such a being was doing here. The Lilium truly did not know what he was approaching. ”I sense that you have newly arrived in these lands, stranger. Is the land to your tasting, or are you merely travelling through?” Haku settled quite a few feet away, but he was certain his rumour and scent was unknown to the other man. There was a lot of talk behind his back, but face to face people seemed to respect and treat him well enough. Haku was not the only hypocrite in ‘Souls.
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No problem! Oh, and Corvus is in his Secui form, ^=^
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HEART OF DARKNESS
That whining wind whispering in his ear let its call and allure die without a trace. The pied male was quite still, lithic in the darkness. He stood there, and his stillness and that erect posture—raised ears and tail, lifted head—that insinuated power gave to him the quality of an effigy of some god. The Korean was an arrogant creature, and perhaps he believed himself to be of a likeness. But he was not ignorant. He knew the workings of the world. He knew it and understood it. And it was the power of darkness to manipulate the light beneath that tenebrous shroud. Suffocating. Inviting. The black eyes were cold, distant as he gazed upon this unfamiliar land, calculating as he assessed its shadowed curves, observed it as one would a woman. But the male did not see beauty in this foreign earth. Slowly, his gaze was turned to the earth, cold beneath his paws, beneath the black unforgiving claws that had torn it. That would tear it until the day his soul would be forced from his superiorly trained body.
A movement against the twilight heavens caused the crow wolf to lift his gaze. The swift eyes caught the creature that moved, and his unwavering gaze followed it. And then the shadow approached. The pied male was well aware of the visibility of the unmarred whiteness about his breast. But the male was never concerned with the presence of others. Once, long ago when he had been young and foolish, the male had experienced death as he had lain at its feet. But no longer would he be foolish. And the long chain of his slain dead trailed behind him like the reminder of those mocking fetters that surely awaited him in that darkness of death. But his time had not yet come. He still had much to do, and much would still be bid of him. The shadows tugged at the crow wolf’s paws, grasping his legs with their begging and cold touch. But the male disregarded them, and they would fall dying into the earth as the endless wave of that see of darkness and night would ebb and flow upon his unmoving body.
As the opposite neared, the black and white brute caught the details of this character. Brown, cream, blue eyes, shortened tail. But he did not yet know what manner of creature it was that approached. “I wander through to taste,” came the suave tenor, a cold, emotionless sound. Unpleasant, beautiful, terrible. “I seek to taste but one thing.” With a great celerity, the male moved forward, closer, but not too close. The crow wolf’s features were timeless, ageless, and yet, it seemed as if he were young still. And then, he was still, his self control complete. The black, fathomless orbs bore into the blue gaze as if seeing past them, into them, and his searching was not kept discrete. He was silent, his cold, calm façade unrelenting as there came no hint of emotion, of purpose. Only a sinister flicker of a black flame and a silent amusement as if he were enjoying a private joke were displayed upon that emotionless mask. A slight sneer tugged at the corners of his lips, but that imperceptible marring of his unnerving calm dissipated into that sighing darkness. There was a scent, faint, imperceptible, that crawled to him. It was familiar, but too weak, and it died. “Do you like the Night?” And it was said with those impassive tenor sounds, voiced as if it were a riddle of great worth.
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The cocoa and cream male noticed the natural superiority that radiated from the powerful male in front of him, half hidden by the dark. He had no troubles with it as long as it was in a neutral area and not one of his own pack members. Haku gave himself the privilege to step outside those silly statuses and roam freely. Haku could easily seem like the inferior wolf, with a relaxed tail and pose. Haku could not always be bothered to play along the lines of neither wolf nor human nature (seemingly it was quite a bit of both these days). The other man might have his rights to be superior, but in Haku’s own little world, no one could compete. It was a way of thinking that could not really be considered logical, but it provided the Lilium with close to limitless self confidence, and so he never was forced to take a step back and investigate himself. He was already past the point of no return, so self insight was next to useless. He couldn’t turn around on a one way track, thus he could never go back. The male was okay with this fact, but he did not know what his dark companion had in store for him. It had always been somewhat uncertain what the demon really was. Friend or foe? Hell, he did not know if the voice inside his head was real or not. It mattered little; they were slowly merging into one being. Soon nothing of this would matter. Soon.
Chocolate ears perked to take in the cold tone of the other secui. Oh, so he had ran into a poet. The corner of the Dahlian’s lips curved slightly upwards. He quite enjoyed guessing games. The brute stood still as the oddly furred wolf advanced slightly, merely watching the complete confidence that seemed like a dark aura around the stranger. Haku was quite different from this man. The Sadira man was merely a brute, a wild animal that patiently waited for the zoo-keeper to forget to lock the cage one day. There were no pride and glory here, only the primal instinct together with a dash of insanity waiting to be let loose upon the world. Their eye-contact was steady, and he could guess that the hard and dark gaze could easily make other wolves uneasy, but staring at Haku could be like staring at a rock. The man would not be able to find anything unless Haku let him. Those were the joys of control. Haku had spent most of his life shutting other people out, creating illusions and false hope. The lighter male was about to comment on the man’s words when the question came. It was an odd question, but it was not as plain as it could seem at first. Haku did. He worshipped the darkness within, the darkness he saw in the world, the dark layer of night over the lands, the creatures of the nights.
He did not bother to ponder what exactly the male meant, but he was more than willing to come up with an answer. ”Indeed I do, for various reasons. It’s something I can relate to. Night is darkness, darkness creates fear of the unknown, which again leads to those dark and horrible thoughts about good and evil. Though it is nothing but the absence of light, it has a strong symbolic connection to what is gruesome in this world. And here we are.” It seemed he ran into more interesting creatures after the sun had taken its leave. ”What is it that you seek to.. taste?” A mild curiosity leaked into the empty blue gaze.
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I keep forgetting that Corvus is colourblind OnO
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HEART OF DARKNESS
That sneer tugged at his lips, but whatever emotion had sought to slide onto them was not strong enough. That cold wind whipped it away, and only the black eyes flickered with something as he watched the male before him. He seemed confident, unperturbed by his presence. And perhaps the pied wolf was intrigued enough to remain. Whatever the lighter wolf thought, whatever his thoughts and intentions, the Korean could not discern. Those thoughts were hidden well beneath the many layers of mental defense, just as his own. But they were...different somehow. Those narrow eyes were unrelenting, as if searching for some weakness within that defense. For now, there was nothing. But such defenses were transient and ever changing. And the black brute was accustom to finding such things, to find them and burrow deep down into it to create a festering thing upon which darkness fed.
The black auds that rose like the horns of some infernal entity flickered when the other spoke. He claimed that he did. And why? Relevance. Significance. The male leaned back upon his sinewy haunches as if deciding to stay. As if he had not decided before to have a taste of what this male was. Perhaps it was for the best that this male, who surely belonged to some pack, had met him first upon his arrival. And the pied Korean did not believe in coincidence.
There was a sound, quiet, almost inaudible, like the grating of stones—a mirthless sound. And as it died, perhaps it could have been identified as a soft laughter, empty, almost taunting in such respects. “Indeed,” that tenor voice agreed, and that sound was dangerously assuaging. Indeed. Here they were, perhaps more alike and different than they would like to admit. Or perhaps he liked to admit it. And he wondered then with what manner of wolves his pretty little daughter had been sharing company. The black eyes assessed him, that cold impersonal essence dripping from them like blood from the sockets of newly gouged eyes. Blind and yet all seeing. “Good and Evil—there is no such thing,” the cold tenor murmured. And then, even quieter, “But the Darkness knows that.” Or perhaps, there was no good. All creatures had the potential that the Darkness provided, and the Light.... It was always tainted. He had never seen purity, for in all hearts was Darkness.
“Taste?” It was repeated as if he had never heard the word before. And there was a slight pause as if he were considering his response. Yet he knew already what it was that he desired. The black orbs flickered with that sinister intent and with that faint mockery, as if he did indeed know something. “I have come to these lands knowing that my blood is harbored here. That soul offers me something, and so I have come to taste it, to taste what was promised me.” Had the pied brute known that the lighter male before him had already deflowered his daughter, it would have been a different matter. But even with such circumstances, the brute would have what he wanted. He had come for it and would not leave without it.
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An ear flickered solitarily when the other man seemed to accept his answer. The chocolate and cream man filtered out the rest of the man’s act. He was willing to oversee what he easily could take for discourtesy. This was because the man seemed to carry interesting luggage, and there was definitely something that triggered the Dahlian wolf’s curiosity in a rare way. The man’s next words seemed to be a statement of truth, but Haku was not so sure he was right. Good and Evil. There were no complete opposites of pure good and pure evil, but there was definitely a good portion of each in every being on this earth. It was the concept to explain why there were bad things in this world. Why did they bother to ponder? Why did they have to make things so much more complicated than necessary. The humans had died because they had been a tumour. Extinction was what happened when a species could not find its place. The humans had been a virus, unable to live in harmony with the rest of the world. They had made themselves gods, and so the strength of the nature had come down upon them and demolished them in order to restore the delicate balance. Now the wolves slowly were taking over the foolish idea of superiority. One day this species would die because of their foolishness as well. Such a shame.
The brown male nodded nevertheless, accepting the difference between the two of them, and therefore also the thoughts and philosophy that made them differ. His next words were poetic and beautiful in their form. Haku resisted the urge to bring forth a smile. It was not a cheery destination, but Haku did not judge, because he lived on the blood of the innocent, and was possibly the worst beast so to speak, at least on the primal level. Haku was not a ice cold and brilliant killer, just a wild beast. The Lilium of Dahlia de Mai had a feeling he knew the one that the dark man was talking about, but his mind did not change to an upper gear to investigate this. The chocolate and cream male did not put resources in motion to figure out small mysteries unless his curiosity was properly triggered. The man in front of him was interesting, yes, but it did not necessarily stretch too far into his quest. He would probably give it some thought later, or question futher. Mmm, yes. "I might know of whom you speak, I'm a scout in my pack, so I am supposed to be updated on both what happens around here as well as the souls that have their homes here." If he could assist a fellow predator to create some misery (truth be told, the dark secui's mission did not really have to be of a darker kind, it was just Haku's belief).
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HEART OF DARKNESS
The other was silent as he spoke and offered no response. But silence did not fill the space about them, darkness did. It licked at his body as it moved by, a great creature faceless and formless as it held the terrors of the mind. They sighed, a whining sound, within his ears, which flicked them away once. The tendrils tugged at his fur as they begged, curiously fingering the old wound upon his ribs as a lover would. But the male was impassive, incapable of such recognition, of such emotions. The black orbs were locked upon the eyes of the other as if searching for a weakness.
A scout. That sneer tugged uselessly at the corners of his lips. The Korea, however, wondered if there was more to this male than he was saying. He could have changed this discussion into an assult with the aim of discovering and tasting the life of this male, for it was in this way that the crow wolf understood best the quality of another. He wondered if this male was a beggar; he did not seem that way, but everyone showed their true colors at death and at his hands that brought it. He had seen the strong crumble beneath him with that satisfactory and yet abhorrent sound. It was a sweet thing. But then, he wondered now if the male did know she who he sought, and the pied wolf spoke.
“The colours of the Night,” the tenor began, using the descriptor ‘night’ to describe the black and white and blue of his daughter, “she is a child of Nemain.” The bitch from whose legs his daughter had been borne had followed the same goddess—many warrior creatures of that land did. A light sneer flickered across her lips. His girl would give to him a son. To do otherwise was to ask for that bitch’s same fate. A quiet laugh was given to the male opposite him as he said, “She knows that I come for her.” The girl would have to be an idiot to think otherwise, and he knew that she was not. And had indeed come for her.
“Perhaps you know her?” The tenor sound took on that dangerously suave quality, and it was as if he were threatening the other, as if the wrong answer would not be looked upon kindly. And what was the correct answer? It would depend on the nature of the lighter male’s reply. A sneer tugged at his black lips as if he were enjoying some private joke, but the darkness flickering within the depths of those fathomless orbs told otherwise. This was no joke. It might have been a game, but it was not funny. And then, it crossed his mind that she might have joined a pack, and that there was a possibility that this male was of the same pack. And then he wondered if the man would betray his own wolves. What a sweet thing it would be, and unfortunate for the pack.
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Haku’s brain was slow at times, but he was starting to understand where this was going. Colours of the Night, child of Nemain. He didn’t know what a child of Nemain was, but he was quite sure of whom he was speaking of. Cwmfen nic Graine was under his protection, and she had talked about her dark father with the strange desire to have her body. Haku himself had raped his own daughter, but it had been something quite different. Haku had not gone after anything, he had not had any thoughts about what he had been doing. Something had happened in his brain, and his body had molested hers. It had been enjoyable to ruin something beautiful, but that rush had not truly belonged to Haku, rather someone else that seemed to be a part of him, although it was an alien. Although he still was curious about the other man, things were slowly turning into something ugly. It was not a bad thing this time.
They were both in their more feral forms, meaning he would not be too inferior to the other. In optime form, the cocoa and cream male had issues fighting against skilled luperci, but this was his area. If it would come to this, of course. Truth be told, it had been a little while now since he had tasted blood. When the other man said that his daughter knew that he was coming for her, Haku nodded slowly, although no recognition whatsoever appeared in his face. This man was mad. In a subtle way, he had a belief. Haku was the opposite, there was no reasoning that kept him seemingly stable. The Lilium would one day crash and lose every sense of reason and reality. It would be interesting when that happened. For now, Haku did not know this fact. He knew he was not well, but that was all. In his own opinion he had gotten better after joining Dahlia and getting his high rank. This was not a fact. The sickness was eating him from the inside, so that something new and horrible could be born out of the twisted and black tumours inside him.
Perhaps Haku knew her? That was a fact. He heard the silent threat in the other man’s voice. The sneer from the other was finally mirrored by the Dahlian man. If this had been any other female, Haku could actually have found it entertaining to hunt her down just to be able to witness something greater. He couldn’t though, because he was her leader, friend and past lover. What would the man do if he knew this? Haku very much believed that Cwmfen had been a virgin when he took her, even though nothing was broken during the act. If not in body, then in mind. Perhaps the man would think that Haku had ruined her. ”She has my seed inside her.” Haku was a bastard. It was obvious that their love making had never created life within her, but at one point he had been inside her and spread his poison. That was enough to put sincere truth into his voice. “Does she still sound yummy?” A grin bloomed on his face, and his muscles tightened slightly.
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HEART OF DARKNESS
The lighter male’s sudden sneer determined what would happen next. And his words did not need to be spoken for the male to understand the implication. However, what Corvus had not expected was for the manner in which the thing claimed to have known her. And when the thing spoke, a black ear flickered as if to brush away a buzzing insect. Something within him clicked then, or perhaps it was something that slid off the shelf. Whatever it was, it fell and created a ripple as it was swallowed by the black, unmoving waters of his soul. But that single ripple would be the precursor to the tsunami. It was only the manner in which it fell that was left unknown. The black eyes were alight suddenly with that black flame, the fathomless depths filled with that sinister leer. And the crow wolf’s almost effeminate face was contorted, its beauty destroyed, as the cruel maw split open in a cold, mirthless cachinnation that held the hint of the psychopath’s eccentricity. “You,” he sneered, the tenor voice nearly inaudible as abruptly the laughter died and the emotionless facet was replaced. Suddenly, as the waters, his entirety was still, as if a dark cloud had shrouded his mind.
There was something within the male that was beyond anger, that transcended that red emotion and was black. For his purposes, she had needed to know no other male, and he had let her know that her loins had belonged to him. But she had slipped away, and like the fool that the bitch Graine was, she had believed herself something else. But Cwmfen, it seemed, had thought herself safe. It was a dangerous thing for her to think. That sneer tugged at the corners of those black lips but fell short of their goal. There would be other ways.... The crows would let him know. The ravens too. But this male—how he did dare. The mind of the brute was filled with that empty sound of laughter, a mocking sound. Perhaps he did not know. And yet, the Korean could see what Cwmfen might have seen; it would make the taking easier.
The cruel jaws of the crow wolf parted, the whites of those bones hungering behind his lips. “She will taste the same,” that empty tenor sneered, and it seemed that his sadistic pleasures dripped from his words. “My body will wash her of you.” It was spoken as a vow, with a certainty that seemed to transcend mortality as if it were Fated. And then the empty souled creature laughed again, that hollow sound echoing in his chest cavity as if confirming it. The abyssal eyes, narrow and unblinking, turned back upon the other. The Korean seemed to draw him in as the black and white hackles rose. The black tail waved behind him, erected in open challenge. He challenged the thing to stop him, to put an end to him. And he would not stop. He would persevere until he had taken what was his.
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It all changed then. So the man could be tilted off from the shelf. The man sneered at him, and Haku could no longer hold his grin back. So it was her that the black man had talked about. Such a shame, but Haku knew which side he had to be on in this conflict. The other man was being swallowed by darkness as the fractions of a microscopic moment were passing. Haku’s hackles were slowly rising; readying himself the moment before the thunderstorm came crashing down. Taste the same, wash Haku out. This man was rather cocky, wasn’t he? Arrogance was something Haku knew well, but he did not like it when he was faced with too much of it, which he was now. He knew what it was though, and why. This was the very image of the perfect psychopath. There were many people that considered Haku one, but they were wrong. The Lilium of Dahlia de Mai had some of the traditional treats of a psychopath, but in reality, he was not. Haku was not anything. He was mentally disturbed with something worse yet to be revealed, but it was chaos that reigned. There was no chaos in the other. Cold, intelligent. Dangerous.
Well, the day was still ‘young’ and he always appreciate the taste of another body. The male raised his own pitiful tail in return, but he stood still in his tracks. The chocolate secui was used to striking out first, but it would not be the case if the other wanted to go this far. The male’s body would wash her of Haku.. ”Cocky, are we?” Haku’s grin turned into a snarl, and he bared his teeth openly at the other man. Secui versus secui, he actually had not tried that combo before, would be interesting.
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I liked it, ^=^ And my posts will be shortened for attacks...
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HEART OF DARKNESS
The darkness gathered about that black heart that somehow beat within that empty cavity. It was a hollow rhythm that beat there, and yet it was constant. It was slow and unhurried by the time that was gauged by each beat, by the death it so willingly brought upon itself. Death had touched it once, and the deep, festering scar of long ago lingered upon his skin like a tangible reminder that was ever forgotten. It was forgotten now even as it beat the rhythm for that dance of death, even as it bid that male to come. The cool façade that was unmarred by the snarl allowed a sneer to slide upon those jaws as he laughed, the having-risen hackles like an infinite army of thorns upon his body. They were greeted by the hackles of the other, by the other’s snarling words. The lips parted to reveal those ravenous bones that glinted with their insatiable hunger. “Not without cause,” the hollow tenor sneered, the black orbs wandering over the partial tail of the other. “You are but half a man.”
The other man’s snarl was answered in like kind. The pied brute’s voice was sudden and pushed into the air with an effortless force that belied those quiet, empty tenors. Within that voice that was pulled from the pit of his being was the sound of nothing thrown in the casings of black and decaying bowels. The Korean threw himself to meet the other man, those jaws parting to grab the skin upon the side of his neck and rip it to loose the dark liquid that ran beneath. His chest was pushed up against the others as he reared up with enough force to be able to force the other onto his hind legs, his claws ripping at his sides. And however this would end, whether there would be a victor or not, the crow wolf would be allowed to have his daughter; he would leave at least that within the male’s mind.
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The male was too arrogant, do dismissive. It was dangerous to underestimate others, which was what the other male was doing. That would not be Haku’s problem, more of an advance. Haku gave a whip with his shortened tail. If anything, this meant less for the other man to gnaw on. When the black eyes demon advanced, the chocolate and cream Lilium greeted him with open jaws. The black eyed brute was reaching out for his throat while attempting to rip his sides. The second before the impact, Haku pushed off the ground, meeting the other, grounding his hind feet into the ground to meet the great impact of wolf against wolf. He twisted his neck to parry the male’s attempt to grab the looser skin, teeth snapping together as they met.
The blue eyed man felt claws starting to rip up his side, but he pressed harder against the other, and reached out for an identical grip with razor sharp claws. Haku held the lower ground, but that only eased the access to the other male’s vulnerable belly. It was not an option to back down when Cwmfen was the one that was symbolically being fought about. Haku bowed his head slightly as a lure to tempt the black man to go for that area again so that he could have a go at his throat if he was quick enough, which he was. The muscles in his hind legs protested slightly as he pushed against the other man, refusing to step backwards.
Blood could be tasted in his mouth, but he could not be certain of whose blood it was. Another cut to add to his growing collection in his face, but he doubted the parry had left the other man untouched.
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Everything’s fine with me, ^=^
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HEART OF DARKNESS
Aside from that initial snarl, there was no sound emitted by the crow wolf’s throat. The other rose up to meat him, locking the two in a bipedal struggle. His jaws snapped about nothing as the lighter male moved aside, but the front claws found purchase in the flesh, regardless of how superficial, as the black talons of his hind legs caught and tore the earth that held him. At some point, the other male’s teeth had found his face, but there was no pain that registered within the black brute’s mind. He saw only the blue eyes of the other, his cold, empty gaze locked upon those eyes as their bodies collided. And the claws of the other raked his side, catching his attention only when the old wound on his rib’s side was cut. A quiet growl moved through him, shuddering in the air like a black whisper.
Cruel jaws wanted to kill the thing, but the Korean’s mind had other ideas. Perhaps he would allow this male to survive; perhaps he would allow Cwmfen to kill him, to teach to her that there would be no other male to find pleasure in her loins. That game would prove to be much more satisfying. And aside from that thought, the black furred daughter was not held in mind; nothing was held within that mind save for the image of the opponent who had risen to take his challenge. The snapping jaws grinned as his maw distorted by that silent snarl moved to let loose that dark warmth that flowed in the other’s veins. Abruptly, the male took that opportunity given, his jaws going to close about that throat. But his leg shifted to the side as he attempted to throw the other’s adamant stance off balance, using the momentum and strength of his entire body to accomplish that feat.
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For the first time in a mêlée, there was silence. From this seemingly insignificant characteristic, Haku knew what he was facing. The other man was a well bred killing machine. There were no aspects of show off, only determined moves that were necessary to keep their health bars high. Too often had the Dahlian Lilium encountered squires on the field, but the earlier lack of skilled knights did not make him incapable of recognising one. The cocoa male could feel the cuts, but the pain was far from fully registered. He was well aware of every inch of his body, but pain was showed aside for now, only serving as nutrition for the soundless rage that bubbled inside his chest. There, the rumbling from the man pierced the air softly like a gentle whisper. The sound caused the Lilium to increase the pressure of the black talons that brushed through the other man’s fur, leaving red stripes that were hidden by the thick, black pelt.
The sudden move of the other was expected, and as was the attempt to interrupt Haku’s balance. His mind constantly calculated different moves and counter moves for them both, but his decreasing grip on the man’s side allowed the other man to succeed, and Haku took a stumbling step before his front leg found the soft ground and controlled his weight. It was already too late for amends to regain that microscopic moment of failure, and so he allowed his body to fall further while twisting his body. While doing so, his neck and throat leapt out of reach of the black man’s jaws yet again, and a set of pink jaws opened to either parry or catch the other man’s fangs or flesh if he dived too quickly after him.
Haku’s hind legs pushed against the ground before entering the air, withdrawing to the body only to flash out again in a dangerous kick as the man spent a moment in the air before his back hit the ground. This was in no way a defeat. He flexed his claws, anticipating the black and white man to lunge at him a third time.
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Bleh, sorry for the crappiness, XnX
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HEART OF DARKNESS
The pied brute followed the male as he fell, his wicked jaws snapping in the silence as their bodies moved to the earth. The thing that fought him was quick, intelligent, as its body twisted in the air to gain footing in the ground. Of course, the male knew that if his daughter were to chose another with whom to lay, she would not chose an unworthy creature. That was not to say that the pied brute considered the thing a worthy creature, but he knew when to recognize the strengths of another. And this creature was definitely not one of the whelps of the world. His jaws snapped audibly in the air like the clap of air rushing to fill a void, for the other, as he twisted about, moved out of the reach of his jaws. But the thing brought his jaws to ward him off, and he did not disappoint the other by keeping away—no, he made the contact as their white fangs clattered in the night like the rattling cough of death.
And then a kick was sent his way. But the pied brute was far too trained in such martial arts to take the kick without action. The pied secui’s back arched slightly, but that distance was enough to render the kick useless. His jaws went out, snapping in the air as those hungry bones sought to catch those paws that so swiftly recoiled from him. But the brute did not move any further. As the thing he attacked hit the ground, the male did not linger. Immediately the Korean was moving like the shadows of wings—fleeting and intangible. The large paws moved him about as he moved to face the male once more, but he did not move towards the thing that claimed to have penetrated the loins of his daughter. The empty façade leered at him as the large brute became motionless with an abruptness that seemed unnatural. A snarl was upon his lips, but his jaws were split in that cold and empty smile that mocked the thing before him. The darkness that clung to him whispered, invited—and he laughed.
“You do not know the Darkness in the Night—she will be made to come.” Death would not stop him. The hollow tenor laughed again, those sounds dripping with that black intent. He did not know the spirits of Korea. Death would not stop him.... A black tail waved behind him, erected in both challenge and mockery. The black claws tore at the earth as he challenged the other to come to him.
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Things happened fast, as they should, but disappointment came as he hit the ground, and the other man was not over him. Pain circled his foot, and there was a streak of blood, but there was something wrong. He could not feel it. The more sane part of the Lilium knew what it meant, and in many situations this would have been an advantage, but he was unsure if he would like to merge together with the darkness and find himself committing a mistake in the future. Haku was not well. In the beginning, the thing had only been a whisper. It had seduced him, but as time had passed he had finally understood that the black tumor embracing his heart was something else, and not a friend. The days in Dahlia after the Dahlian war had been peaceful. He had believed this was a good sign that the evil spirits were in check, but he was slowly starting to wonder if this was an illusion created by the invisible monster to help him relax. He knew it was growing, and he was slowly losing a battle he was not even fully aware of.
The slightly misunderstood words that had passed between the two Dahlian sub-leaders sprung to his mind, and he felt the world darken. Blue eyes turned to take in the mocking laugh and smile of the psychopath in front of him. He had postponed the battle for a few seconds to mock him. It was a shame. Although the battle had been far from lost by Haku crashing to the ground, a part of him silently wished for a release, a way out from all of this. The silent voice that suggested that way out was low and almost nonexistent, and caused the beast to wonder if it had ever been there at all. The chocolate demon stared at the other, and recognized a being born from Darkness all too well. Haku was not born out of hellfire, but a part of him was. It was the part that was slowly taking over, though had yet to fully manifest. It took its time, because it knew that sooner or later, the body would possess one being alone, and that would be the demon.
The blue eyed man lifted his head and slowly rested on supporting front limbs. His gaze was set on the invisible eyes in the darkness. ”Willingly?” A cruel grin appeared in the demon’s face, although he was almost certain that the other was not intent on playing along. Cwmfen had talked to Haku about her father, and it was only a matter of time before she would be aware of his presence. The brown man felt strangely, yet soothingly empty. Just how he preferred it. ”How will you make her come to you?" The rage had been an illusion, the key to let the darkest part of him mingle with the rest, and he felt no desire to slice up such a pristine being as the one standing in front of him. There was also something else in the beast’s mind. Cwmfen created a perfect balance in the leadership, and though Haku had welcomed her to the trio, a part of him was far from satisfied. It risked a hidden agenda that was destined to be carried out.
This man was after the marked Adonis. The demon waited, if not for a dark voice then for blood to cover the ground and shatter a life.
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HEART OF DARKNESS
There was blood in his mouth. It was not necessarily his own—it did not taste like his own. A pink tongue flickered about his lips like the forked tongue of a snake. That empty sneer curled the corner of his lips as those black orbs watched the thing before him, but for a moment he saw nothing. The brute saw only the images that were in his mouth, the secrets that the blood held. It was as if he could taste the extent to which the blood of the lighter male was tainted, could taste the rotting quality as if it were an infectious, festering wound. The festering had been there for a long while, the infection spreading like the black cloud of a thunderstorm. Yes, there was something that the male could recognize, and so his hackles were lowered, his posture returning to that relaxed dominance as the sneer faded from that maw. But the black orbs, for all their fathomless gelidity, flickered with that mockery. It would not be long for this one, and the end would be quick. Then there would be darkness. It was always that way. Once the darkness had found a secure hold, there was no stopping it. It was a juggernaut.
Then there was movement, and the black eyes refocused upon the colourless world about him. The lighter eyes of the thing before him met his gaze, and the blackness pierced him as if seeking to draw out that darkness that still hid within the heart of that creature. The black ears flickered forward as the other spoke, once more like those horns of demons long forgotten and feared. A sneer tugged at the corners of those impassive lips, but they could not be made to form the true smirk that was made by the mouth of the other. There was a quiet pause before the pied wolf himself spoke, as if in that silence there was a soundless laughter that echoed only within that hollow soul. “그레,” the tenor voice soothed, the Korean rolling comfortably upon that serpent’s tongue like a quiet, warning thunder. She would come; perhaps this male did not know his daughter as well as he claimed. The crow wolf had simply to lie in waiting like a coiled snake in his burrow. The prey would walk by believing that life was a constant, inevitable entity. And then he would strike swiftly, taking what he needed and leaving the shell behind. She was a curious creature and would not disappoint him. She was like the bitch from whom she was born, and he’d use her in the same way.
The wind tugged at his fur, begging for something that he could not recognize. And then the other spoke again. For a moment the black eyed brute was silent as if those sudden words spoken in a foreign tongue could not be understood. Suddenly the male sat, untroubled by the threat that the other had posed only moments before. His arrogance was to an extent that it was foolish, yet it lacked that foolish exterior. “I have but to wait,” the tenor soothed, the sound strangely hollow as it fell in the air. “She will make herself come to me.” Like a snake and his prey. Cwmfen new the danger, but that would not keep her away. The brute did not know what it was that would make her come; he knew only that she would. And would the other believe him? Would he stop him? The lighter creature no longer attacked, and the father wondered if his daughter knew how exposed she truly was. A soft laughter emanated from the male. Such foolish creatures.
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The Lilium had never claimed to know Cwmfen. That fact had created chaos in his heart. Something had changed, and unlike so many females, Cwmfen had never given herself completely over to the brown male so that he could discard her like the rest. She had played him, used him in some meaningless ritual that required her to take a male. The blue eyed beast was not happy about that. The night’s daughter with the moonlit eyes had not meant the words the way the larger brute interpreted them, but once Haku had made up his mind, it was hard to reverse. As the leader he was required to protect his pack members no matter what the threat was. The dark beast in front of him had to die because he posed a threat. Unfortunately, while the cocoa cream man had considered himself healthier than he had been for a long time, he had slowly lost his defences within. Things were harder to keep track of, feelings came and went and created madness. He was still being eaten up by the black cancer that shared his mind.
The psychopath wanted his daughter, and Dahlia’s corrupted flower let a crimson tongue clean out the stains on his muzzle. Most of the blood belonged to him, he believed. Haku’s ears folded elegantly against his skull, staring into the blackness. It was a soothing thing, and perhaps one day he would be able to use them a mirror if he truly was as sick as he sometimes believed he was. There was no way for the brute to know. The demon knew this game well, and would not let any spoilers get through. It was part of the plan, after all, and it could not be jeopardized. His time would come, eventually. She could prove a problem. She had once been the balance weight, the answer. It had ruined the view of something greater, and the beast desperately needed to get rid of her, although the man was not really aware of that. He had never understood himself. He was unable to see the black strings that were attached to ever part of his body.
The black eyed monster wanted to take her. Could he make her disappear as well? The grin lost its grip and died, being replaced by a void. ”And?” Was that all?
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Shall we end it with this post? ^=^
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HEART OF DARKNESS
And? The emotionless façade cracked as his cruel maw split with a sneer. For a moment, the brute was silent, an oppressive silence that Cwmfen could not produce. White teeth flashed in the dark, hungering and dangerous. “And she will stay with me.” The tenor voice dripped with something black. Corvus did not specify whether this would be a willing act or not—with Graine it had been unwilling. Once Cwmfen had been born, it had been an obligation. But the pied brute knew that Cwmfen was not like her mother; she had inherited some of his resilience. He knew that it would be an unwilling thing, and, while she was not as strong as he, he knew that subduing her would be difficult. That was why this game must be played carefully; the brute knew that there would be only one good chance. And he had already considered the possibilities. The initial abduction would no doubt be physical, but there were other ways of subduing a creature, and the male was willing to apply them to his daughter. She would be made to give him what he wanted. She would be made to see.
And then the crack in the façade disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared, leaving behind not even a whisper of its presence. “That bloodline owes me.” The brute did not specify what it was that was owed, but perhaps the lighter male before him would deduce it or perhaps he would not. But that was not what mattered. What mattered was simply that he was given what was owed. That was why he was here. That was the only reason for his presence. Once he had extracted his dues, he would leave like the night from the morning. But unlike the night, he would not return to these lands. These lands were filled with the disease of ignorance and idiocy, of weakness. It was an insufferable place, and he would have to leave before it would infect him like a virus. The pied brute knew that it was not yet his own time to infect the earth—that would come with the birth of the next generation, with the birth from his daughter’s loins. The black orbs steadily pierced the other’s gaze, but no intent was displayed in those hollow, fathomless orbs.
But what would Cwmfen’s fate be after she had birthed a son? It would be the same as Graine’s. Her purpose would have been served, and no creature could survive without purpose. He would kill her. It was that simple. To the Korean, there was no conflict. It was a clear-cut resolution. A sharp exhalation sounded, the sound of his mockery unable to manifest in laughter. He turned his back on the lighter brute. Death had not come for him today; he had yet to disperse his seed of darkness within the world, perhaps even the pack he served. Corvus did not destroy creatures consumed by the darkness unless they got in his way. It did not seem as if this male would do such a thing. Silently, like the shadows of the night, the male slipped back into the forest, those ethereal, fluid movements eerie in the darkness.
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