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POSTED: Fri Oct 16, 2009 10:38 am

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<br><br>     The night was smooth, silent. The cloudless and cold sky extended up forever over the silvery hybrid, another thankfully dry, crisp autumn night for the woman to enjoy. She had been traveling since the afternoon, heading to the city. She had recently visited Onus here, and she had learned, definitively, and to her very great dismay, that Haku Soul was indeed alive and kicking. The silvery hybrid assumed this meant he was gunning for her blood now, and she took care to avoid Dahlian territory, giving it a wide berth now. No reason to tempt the fates, she told herself, hurrying past the extension of their territory almost at a run.

<br><br>     Kaena was afraid of him. The hybrid woman had feared little in her lifetime, and she would never admit to such weakness, but it was there, lurking in her heart and soul. He was younger than her, faster than her, stronger than her—and the coyote woman did not know if she would win against him again. Kaena moved in her Secui form, intending to shift right back to Optime upon reaching her destination. It had occurred to her recently that coyotes might have some of the same mythology wolves had surrounding them. Kaena knew the story of Lupa, the Roman she-wolf, but there were no coyotes to accompany her. Certainly, some ancient human had seen coyotes and thought to write a story about them.

<br><br>     So, the silver hybrid had her destination. There was a university somewhere in the city, and the hybrid thought that might be the best place to search. Such a place would have many books, though Kaena had no idea where to search for them within the library, nor any idea how to search a reference book. Her limited experience made her less than useful when it came to books, but Kaena was rather determined now, as she had a reasoning behind this sudden surge of scholarly activity. Inferni required motivation; there were a number of new coyotes which had joined their ranks, and Kaena wished for each of them to stay. To do this, she figured she might inspire them with a legend about a particularly brave coyote, something of that nature.

<br><br>     The coyote's nails clicked rhythmically against the asphalt as she traversed the city. With each visit she grew more confident in her knowledge of expanse, her mental map of the area growing more detailed by the moment. The hybrid's feet carried her quickly to a sign she recognized easily, a cluster of buildings pictured with "university" stamped quite clearly beneath it. She had seen them before, and naturally the first time she'd had to sound out the word, puzzling over it for a moment until she recalled its meaning. Universities were schools, schools had books, and that was where Kaena Lykoi was headed, following the signs until she found herself on the edge of the eerie campus.

<br><br>     Its walls and fences had been overgrown with ivy, snaking around anywhere it could possibly seek hold, and the plant life that had been tended and contained during the human's reign of the earth had grown absolutely wild, turning the campus green into an untamed jungle. The coyote smiled briefly as she trotted beneath the sign stating the university's name, some word beginning with "D" she could not hope to pronounce correctly. The hybrid's feet carried her swiftly to the door, and to her pleasant surprise she found it hanging ajar, busted open years before. Slipping inside and still in her Secui form, the coyote headed forth, meandering the carpeted halls until a sign pointed her in the direction of the library.

<br><br>     The hybrid's pace increased, excited at having found her quarry. Shifting even as she walked, the silver-furred hybrid entered the doors of the place, gazing around in wonder at the mass of books surrounding her. Some were on the floor, scattered about; others had certainly ransacked this area prior to Kaena's discovery of it. Still, they had not made so much as a dent in the number of books stored here. The hybrid woman peered around, marveling at the sheer number of them, dismayed as she realized it might take her several trips to find what she was looking for.

<br><br>     It was rather dark, but the hybrid woman had come prepared, setting her bag on one of the tables and fishing from it a thick candle and the two stones she'd found in Millstone Village, sparking the wick of the candle rather expertly. It had taken some time to get used to this method of fire-making, but it was more reliable than having to find a new lighter without all of the fluid evaporated from it. The coyote woman set the stones down and picked up the waxy candle, holding it up so she could see better, meandering over to a section to peer at the titles of some of the books, sounding them out as she went.

<br><br>     The hybrid woman had a little knowledge of mythology, and it was that word in particular she sought amongst the titles, ignoring all else. Her wandering through the place brought her to a smaller, enclosed section of the library, the placard above the open doorframe reading "Mythology." She grinned, knowing she was drawing rather close now. The hybrid held the candle aloft as she skimmed the spines of the books, selecting one of the thinner ones. It would be easier for her to find what she wanted that way, rather than taking one of the inches-thick ones.

<br><br>     The coyote settled down to the single desk, seating herself in a creaky chair. She set the candle and the book on the desk, the flickering light of it just enough to allow her to read. Without it, she would not have been able to see the words on the page. The hybrid took a breath and cracked the book open, the musty smell of it floating into her nostrils. The library was dead quiet, as it should have been, and she quickly became immersed in it, flipping through the pages with fervor. She stopped when she came to a picture of a coyote, ornately decorated with feathers not unlike Dawali's, ornate tribal decor on his forehead and muzzle. Gazing at it in wonder, the hybrid began to read the attached myth, sounding out some of the words almost childishly as she went:

<blockquote><i>   A long, long time ago, people did not yet inhabit the earth. A monster walked upon the land, eating all the animals--except Coyote. Coyote was angry that his friends were gone. He climbed the tallest mountain and attached himself to the top. Coyote called upon the monster, challenging it to try to eat him. The monster sucked in the air, hoping to pull in Coyote with its powerful breath, but the ropes were too strong. The monster tried many other ways to blow Coyote off the mountain, but it was no use.
<br>   Realizing that Coyote was sly and clever, the monster thought of a new plan. It would befriend Coyote and invite him to stay in its home. Before the visit began, Coyote said that he wanted to visit his friends and asked if he could enter the monster's stomach to see them. The monster allowed this, and Coyote cut out its heart and set fire to its insides. His friends were freed.
<br>   Then Coyote decided to make a new animal. He flung pieces of the monster in the four directions; wherever the pieces landed, a new tribe of Indians emerged. He ran out of body parts before he could create a new human animal on the site where the monster had lain. He used the monster's blood, which was still on his hands, to create the Nez Percé, who would be strong and good.</i></blockquote>

<br><br>     The hybrid woman marveled at this story, again her eye drawn to that ornate picture of the coyote on the opposite page as the story. So this were the myths attached to them? The coyotes had created people themselves? Well, that was a damn sight better than just suckling them as Lupa had done, she thought to herself proudly, smirking. A sudden noise brought her out of her concentration, and her shining gold eye stared forth into the darkness of the rest of the library, unable to see more than a few feet outside of the open doorway of the smaller sectioned-off portion of the library, her ears pricking up to listen, immediate alert filtering through her body. What had followed her here tonight?

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He was the monster under the bed, in the closet, in every dark corner where imagination created sharp fangs and glowing eyes. He was the evil force in every nightmare that fed of the pure fear that was created by those who had no escape. He was the nocturnal terror that stalked the world at night. There was a reason to be afraid. He wondered if he was a God. While he knew that he consisted of flesh and blood, his soul was immortal. Too long now, he had been waiting for something to happen. For too long, he had forgotten that he was the main leader in this horror story. Unfortunate creatures crossed his path, yes, but Haku thirsted for that better tasting lust that could only be brought by pure cruelty that was brought out to life when he went after his fellow canines. With a heart quickly turning into the ultimate darkness, there was no other way to temporary happiness.
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What was happiness? Was it the hunt? It faded so awfully quickly that he often sat left wondering if it had been there at all. Slowly, secretly though with the uttermost devotion, he had tracked that lovely scent of his one-eyed woman. He had tasted her blood and devoured her flesh. It was likely that she did not know this yet, but she belonged to <i>him</i> now. Lillith was a false priestess, yet a powerful ally with her insanity. They tasted so differently though. Kaena Lykoi tasted of years and violent storms, dirt and deep woods, loss and withering landscapes with nothing left but memories. She intrigued him. While she had forever left his mark on his face and body, the man could not hate her. He was not a mindless monster- no, not yet, and there was appreciation for her old soul and brave heart.
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Now was the time and it was absolutely perfect. She was being reckless as hell, but this was allowed because that was what was needed in order for Haku Soul to reach her. A light disappointment lingered with soft tones as he entered the library, for once in his optime and not secui. While he had obtained the skill of reading human books when he was young, he had no interest for the lore of those deceased. Haku belonged to the old world. Had he been a human he should have been a gladiator, bathing in death and blood, raising his fists to receive that glorious chorus of applaud. Fate had decided that he was to play the role of the original wolf character. Hated, feared and so fucking bad.
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He had followed her for some time now, ever since she quickly passed by not far from the Dahlian borders. Haku was a wonderful tracker, and had taken good time following her scent and subtle tracks. She would not know what was coming before his teeth had torn halfway through her throat. No, not tear. Those odd feelings stirred in his chest, warning him to be careful this time. The woman knew how to dance the deadly steps when lives were at stake. She had shown him that and he had failed to fully realize her skills. Unfortunately for her, she had failed too. She had believed him to be dead. The man was certain of this. Despite this, he was not surprised that he had not. He knew what he was and what he could and could not do. Haku Soul could not die.
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A young, tiny flame seemed to dance in the distance, and the male slowly walked towards the small flame, silently grinning as he thought of the saying that suggested to not follow the light. He worshipped the darkness. Eyes turned blind and things instantly became more fun.
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Suddenly, in a rare moment of recklessness while consumed by the hunt, his shoulder hit something invisible and by the sound of what happened next, caused a book to dive for the floor and hit. His body lurched to the side, and he could make out a chair burdened with books. Eyes snapped back to that living flame and the warm body of the hybrid woman in the small light source. A cruel smile ruled his face now and the mistake would perhaps not be as fatal after all. Haku fed on fear. He remembered too well back when Colibri Haku had joined Dahlia and the thick, almost choking waves of fear that she had gone through when she had discovered the scent from her rapist father. He should fuck her again one day, just to feed off that ultimate fear and misery. Not now though, because this woman was his current focus. He was close enough now anyway. The male started to crunch slightly as he closed up on her even more. The last moment before he lunged the darkness did not protect him anymore. It was too late though, because he was here now and this time <i>he</i> would be the one deciding how the story would end.



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<br><br>     The silver-furred coyote remained stiff and still for the longest time, listening to the creeping darkness. The air here was stagnant; no breezes blew to tell her what approached. She remained seated, utterly frozen in place and unwilling to move. In some strange way, she knew; there could be no other that would stalk her this far so quietly, making a noise in the slightest moment of carelessness. A moan welled up from somewhere in the hybrid's soul, some part of herself she had locked away so long ago, the last vestige of child within Kaena, that part of her which was curled shaking in a corner at that moment.

<br><br>     She breathed, and he came to her, sliding from the depths of shadow like the monster he had proclaimed himself, the fresh scar across his face intimately familiar to the hybrid woman. Her own new additions itched at the sight of him, hole in her shoulder perhaps stirring in recognition of the one who had taken the flesh from it. He was there for almost an instant before he moved, swift and as fast as ever, crashing headlong into the desk, his claws scrabbling on its surface as he sought a hold to vault himself over. The coyote was already out of the chair and moving, the book forgotten already, tossed to the floor with a thud by the man's hands. The candle remained, off to the side and shifted some by his movement, still upright by some miracle of gravity.

<br><br>     Her back pressed against the cool spines of old books, a snarl already planted on her face before the fear could capture her emotion and express itself there, a guttural growl rumbling up from her throat. The urge to run screamed in her legs, but they remained where they were, as the chocolate-furred man's form filled the doorway, blocking the only escape she had. Lurching forward, the hybrid readied her hands, her claws extending outward in wicked curves, just as ready to rip and rend his flesh. There was only aggression in her own body language, a thousand words jumbled in her head but none escaping her throat, only that low, thundering rumble of a growl from somewhere deep within the hybrid's soul.

<br><br>     The hybrid did not need to ask why he had come; it was all too clear. Vengeance was her primary motivation, why would others not seek the same? So she remained, ready and already raging for the fight, though that fearful thing still cried out for her life. Her body had spoken, however, and the ridge of fur rising along her spine spoke only of anger, filtering out even the slightest hint of that whining child. There was no room for that in this moment; that kind of thinking would get her killed, and fast.

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A poisonous rumble escaped the male when he hit the desk and she slipped out of his reach. Claws drew lines in the wood, and as he climbed over the small table, he kicked the candle away. He had hoped it could dance along further and grow while feeding on the literature, but instead of creating a fire the small flame was extinguished. Now she was trapped in Haku’s realm. It was all too easy to find her. All he had to do was to follow the soft sound of her rumbling throat. While they were both of the same species with such similar strengths and weaknesses, her eye sight was still weakened by the time spent in the candlelight. He would exploit this little weakness of hers. The man allowed his sharp claws to click against the dusted floor as he came closer. Between two of what seemed to be the endless shelves the man found her. There was given no time for thought, as this all was happening very fast. The monster quickly grabbed hold of a few books and threw them with great face aiming for her face.
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She seemed unprepared, but managed to throw her arms up in front of her face before the books struck. It was a loss either way. He was close up to her now grabbing her wrists and brutally pushing her backwards and down on the cold floor. It was almost pathetic how easy it was this time compared to last where his immortality had been proven to be true. Now she was under him and he was on top of her. He did not fear her angry jaws, because he had two sets of thumbs resting against her delicate wrists ready to slice them open and sentence her to death. Well, she was going to go down back to hell anyway. This was why he was here, to finish what he had started. His jaws parted and sought for her throat and found it easily now when he already had her in his power. He would tear off her head and give it to Gabriel. How much fun <i>that</i> would be! Still, Haku was oblivious of who this woman was and did not know about the family ties between the Aquila and the scarred woman.
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His breath was damp and warm against the delicate skin on her throat. This was it. His teeth pressed harder against that thin layer of skin with such beautiful pulsing blood running immediately under it. Then there seemed to be hesitation. As much as the man loved to dive into his cruelty he was not certain if this would be a right choice to make. The darkness had stripped the world of colours, but he could feel her warmth and smell her scent untainted by blood for now. He had judged her worthy, hadn’t he? He wanted to laugh out loud, let the world know about his insanity, but he stayed silent for now, a quiet growl slowly blooming in the depths of his throat.



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<br><br>     The candle flickered away, and the hybrid found herself blind, swallowed completely by the darkness. Her single eye took much longer to adjust to darkness than a normal set of eyes, but her ears were still pricked high and she could hear his approach, the cold click of nails against tile telling her what she already knew—he was advancing on her. The hybrid had shrank back against the case completely, her spine lying flat on the spines of the books behind her, and she regained vision just in time to toss her hands before her face and stop a book from hitting her square in the face, but that momentary, instinctual reaction had cost her far more than the impact of the book—he was on her, his jaws flashing in her face and his large hangs grappling her wrists, his weight easily overpowering her smaller coyote frame to the floor.

<br><br>     Flat on her back, this was how it was to end? The hybrid woman could not help but see the faces of her children and her lovers in her head, snippets of her very life flying by her head. Delphine, and her cruelty. This all-too-familiar position in which she'd been held by Kairo, though it had been in their wolf forms, he'd still held her down by weight alone and back then, Kaena had been too stupid to struggle. The Darklands, Svenlia and Raptor and Zarah and Riot, and the others—scattered to the wind by an eruption. Finding this place, finding Zulifer, bearing his children and his loss simultaneously. Ahren—the wonderful children he'd given her, Gabriel and Molochai and Corona, all of the rest of them. Lovely Samael; what would Samael do now that his mother was really gone? And Razekiel had just returned to her, only to have her yanked away so brutally. She would never reconcile anything with Rachias and Arkham; she would never see Eris to spit on her and send her away again.

<br><br>     The coyote woman had thrashed against him through this, her jaws snapping shut uselessly near his head a few times as she struggled. As his jaws descended at her, the hybrid yanked her head to the side, throwing all of her weight against him, her back arcing and her arms desperately trying to pull from the iron grip that had encircled them at the wrist. Her growl still raging from her throat but with the slightest fearful note now as she felt his teeth press to her throat, shocking and cold as steel despite his warm breath on her neck. She did not thrash quite so hard now, but still she squirmed, now shivering violently, even panting, as he held her in his teeth, inches away from death. The coyote steeled herself, squeezing her brilliant yellow-gold eye shut.

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<br><br>     There was a hollow ache bathing his throat and chest with emptiness. There was no other way to explain it. There was hunger. For flesh and blood – always -, but there were other cravings more prominent now. Salmon tongue almost lovingly caressed her sensitive throat while his teeth obediently tightened their grip on her skin. Not enough to choke, not enough to pierce the skin much, but deadly if she truly fought him. She wouldn’t do such a thing though. She was <i>his</i> now, and she would be his little toy until death breathed her soul away and out of reach. Unless.. he was the one devouring it. The demon loved the taste of souls. They should be together forever. They <i>would</i> be. Yes, he liked the thought of that. Tongue rasped harder against her skin now, thirsting and aching for the red current beneath.
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<font style="color:#B00000; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;">”There, there, girl”</font> he breathed, pulling back just a bit from her throat in order to hiss out those words, though the revealing tone in his voice could only upset her further. He knew now. Her maimed yet so attractive body made the male think of the black lady with the blood red eyes and of Svara. Ah, how long it had been since he had <i>taken</i> a female against her will. Few things were sweeter than taking something from those he lusted for. Yes, he decided; he wanted her. Had wanted it from the moment he had tasted her flesh and claimed her as his. She did not know, but she did not understand yet. Perhaps she would one day, perhaps not. The only thing that mattered was that Haku did
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Her struggle against his weight and strength had seemed to pass unnoticed by the blue eyed demon until now. He wanted to send a crushing blow to shatter her skull, but that would transform this activity into some boring thing not worth his time. He wanted her to struggle and suffer, but he wanted some additional freedom of his own. By now she was probably aware that her death would not be as swift as what she had expected. He hoped for her sake that relief would never touch her heart, because he was planning to destroy her, slowly. As long as she knew who was in power, she couldn’t dare to try to fuck around with him. Not in the bad way, anyway.
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The monster’s fingers suddenly released one of her wrists and twisted to allow him to stroke the hybrid’s face. they slid down her neck and suddenly raced to let his palm press hard against one of her beautifully curved breasts. His sharp talons pierced her fur as he groped, this was never supposed to be nice for her. It would be so extremely nice for him though. His fur bristled as that wonderful anticipation for what was lying immediately ahead of them, bringing forth a sort of tickling sensation mixed with that delicious feeling. Lust and some kind of twisted happiness. He wished he could kiss her. <font style="color:#B00000; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;">”This will not be swift”</font> his dark voice rumbled, thick with immorality. Already his body was responding to hers. She would know for certain now what was first on the carte du jour. <font style="color:#B00000; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:1px;">”This will not be pleasant.”</font> He then added, unable to keep back a horrible grin.


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<br><br>     It did not come. He did not come for her—not yet. Death had yet to enter the room, and as far as Kaena could tell, she was certainly still grounded in her own body. There was no pain, just the sharp prod of his teeth against her throat, tightening slowly. Did he mean to suffocate her rather than tear her throat out? The hybrid couldn't bear that thought, and her breath increased rapidly, suckling at the precious air, very aware she could be unlikely to taste it again. Even the musty library scent was better than not breathing, even that was better than no air at all.

<br><br>     There was a sudden, strange sensation of his tongue against her throat, and for a moment the hybrid froze, utterly confused and taken aback at the strange action, her body going stiff beneath his. The constant growl fell silent for a moment, and the coyote dared to squeeze her eye open just a little, surprised by the sudden sound of his voice, the loosening of his teeth from her throat. Her sable ears were already buried into her silvery mane, and she shrank back and away from him, not liking at all that word, that tone—it was all too familiar to Kaena, and in an instant she was a scared and shaking child again, held beneath her half-brother in quite the same manner.

<br><br>     There was a sudden release of her wrist, his fingers finding her scarred face. Her muzzle twisted into a pained snarl as they trailed lower on her grizzled body, his fingers rudely grasping for her breast. The hybrid could only whimper softly at his words, her yellow-gold eye squeezed shut and shakes like convulsions rippling through her body. His voice was Kairo's, he was Kairo, she was not even a year old anymore, her very teeth rattling. Maybe it was better than dying, some dim, morose part of her sulked, just as it always had, and the hybrid began to shut down, her freed hand simply curling into her body, unable to fight back against him in the least. If she did, she died anyway, so what was the point in that? The silvery hybrid had never so much as lifed a paw to her half-brother when he'd abused her, and old habits died hard.

<br><br>     There was no question he was in control; Haku Soul had gained the upper hand, beyond and without a doubt. The silvery hybrid was pressed flat to the earth as he pressed his weight against her, now tipped with a deadly desire sliding against her fur, letting her know exactly what was in store. Again, it was too familiar to Kaena; there was nothing Haku could imagine for her in this manner of assault that her half-brother had not already perpetrated on her. The hybrid woman had sworn not to let it happen again, she had vowed to herself that no one would ever have her in that way again, but here she was, a fucking yellow coward cringing beneath a man's body, unable to so much as defend herself.

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POSTED: Thu Nov 05, 2009 8:20 am

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<br><br>     The paralysation took her and Haku, who never seemed to be able to figure out exactly <i>how</i> he wanted things now wished for her to fight back. He fed greedily off her fear and enjoyed the power he seemed to have gotten over her both mentally and physically. The stench of distress ran thick through the air and screamed him in the face, but this was just how he preferred it. Fear and decay. He would destroy this female, teach her to fear and respect him. A part of the demonic beta’s mind was somewhat puzzled though, because she had been such a worthy opponent in round one. She had earned his respect, but that was no good thing. Haku saw most individuals as weak and insignificant. If she had been a pathetic soul that had managed to escape him he would never have bothered tracking it down again. Kaena had revealed her potential and strength and therefore she could never be free.
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She was stiff as a corpse and he exploited this, quickly twisting one of the woman’s arms up above her head, his weight resting on the arm that would continue to hold hers there. His jaws were no longer pressing against her lovely of her throat, but he made sure to linger close to that main blood vein, as he would be prepared for anything. Bitches could snap and make a lot of mess if one was not careful. Asphyxia had twisted and fought wildly first, then her mind and body had temporarily died in a scream when he had dominated her in the worst way possible. Perhaps the dressed up coyote loner. He let his teeth rasp against her throat again, taking this moment in long breaths, in no hurry whatsoever. The hand that until now had held her breast firmly quickly leaped to her last free hand, bending it harshly and forcing it under her mid-back. There was only brutality, and he cared shit if he cracked or broke any part of her. She had survived last time and would survive this night as well. That was right: Haku did not wish for her death. Too valuable to be devoured just yet.
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With one hand he repositioned his body slightly, face and glinting teeth filling her vision. She was so beautiful with her scars. Blue orbs seized that amber eye of hers and stayed on it.
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Until now he had taken his time. It was quite pleasant merely to watch her, but another need was quickly making its way into his mind, determined to dominate his free will. Haku would surf on those needs willingly. A last silent moment passed before his hand brutally grabbed hold of her thigh with claws digging into the flesh with ease as he spread her leg. She seemed to have run completely out of physical resistance. Hand settled on the underside of her leg, right above where her knee started. He grinned emptily as he slowly lifted her leg slightly up and to the side, allowing her to succumb further to the horrible anticipation of what would be the next step. His erection and determined touch had already announced what was coming, and when he in one violent move forced himself into her, he could feel by the increased tightness that her body was screaming in denial.
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For her there was pain, for Haku there was bliss. Already at that first thrust his exhale turned hoarse. He felt overwhelmed by her warmth, now regretting he had waited so long before he had struck. The claws that had held her arm locked above her head now released and found more skin to run against, leaving lines of red, irritated lines behind. He pulled out of her slowly, almost gently before he rammed into her again, this time not waiting before thrusting into her again and again, pace hard and unforgivable from the very start. His throat rumbled lowly and he had to take a hard hold of her shoulder in order to keep her body from being pushed away by the force in his thrusts. Teeth rasped against her throat again as he devoted himself to the moment and the increasing pleasure that was chaotically sending spikes of a second adrenaline rush through his body.

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POSTED: Fri Nov 06, 2009 10:44 am

[html]<center><table width="400" bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border:1px solid #000000;"><tr><td style="background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/endoftheworld.jpg); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; background-position:fixed; padding-top:243px; padding-left:15px; padding-right:15px; padding-bottom:10px;"><font style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:11px; color:#FFFFFF; word-spacing:1pt; line-height:8pt; letter-spacing:.1pt;"><div align="justify">     For several long minutes, the coyote did not move, she scarcely even breathed; her golden eye glazed over and she desperately tried to separate her mind from her present state. Anywhere but here, anything but this. The hybrid knew what was coming for her, and that simple fact made it a thousand times worse. He was hot above her, his weight pressing her flat to the ground. She wished she could sink into it and dissolve into the earth, slipping away from him through the layers of concrete and soil and mineral and metal all the way down to the fires of hell. But if she really wanted that, she could move, couldn't she? She could try to get away from him, and that would bring about her death swiftly enough. No.

<br><br>     She again shut her golden-yellow eye, and a shudder wracked her body as his teeth raked her, reminding her again that at any moment he could decide her life was no longer worth holding, he could quite easily dispose of it. Her face twisted up again, the expression less fierce than it was simply sad now, though her lips still curled up in a pained snarl. Her eye opened once more and the hybrid almost spoke to hurry him, but she found her vocal chords would not respond, silent and squeaky now that he had her beneath him, so expertly pinned and position. He shifted her roughly a few times, shoving her body and positioning it where he wanted it, and after some moments of this violent foreplay his gaze took a hold of hers and she regretted her forethought to hurry him in that instant.

<br><br>     In one swift move the chocolatey colored wolf had the hybrid as he wanted her, and in an instant he was inside of her, his slow ravishing forgotten in the heat of passion. The hybrid's entire body stiffened in protest of his presence and then she finally did cry out, a quiet and strangled yelp from the silvery coyote. Her coal-black lip drew back into her mouth and her teeth found it, clenching down hard enough to draw her own blood as he pummeled her. She flinched away from him each time, not daring to move any further, and even that ceased as his teeth found her flesh once more, scraping hard against her neck. Once again the hybrid grew completely still, lying beneath his torrential blows and swallowing them with not an ounce of pride left in her; she was deflated and thoroughly defeated, and she knew it.

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POSTED: Fri Nov 06, 2009 4:05 pm

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<br><br>     Her cry was the sweetest music, and as he pushed further into her repeatedly, he wished for nothing more than to hear her celestial voice to enlighten him about her body’s refusal to participate once more. His sensitive nostrils caught more of her blood in the air and he let it all go to his head, putting more fuel on the growing flames of pleasure. A hand greedily grabbed hold of her hip, helping him rock into her as hard as possible without allowing her body to slip away from the forceful thrusts. His grumble rose and fell together with his violent rhythm now, slowly increasing in strength. When he first had rammed into her it had felt as if he already had reached that high peak. Haku drew the main pleasure by completely dominating her, forcing her against her will. The sex was not all that important.
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Each time he slid into her blissful warmth there was a new wave of delight expanding from his member. The waves slowly spread further through his body, becoming more and more powerful as they did, softening his thoughts and chasing them away to create room for more pleasure. His teeth, always travelling, now found the spot where he once had torn off a piece of her. Salmon tongue ran over the knotted scar and he remembered how wonderfully she had tasted. Without any moment of hesitation he bit down on it, unable to resist the sudden urge to taste her again. His teeth pierced skin and sunk into her, and he fed from the blood that danced into his mouth. While one hand still held her hip forcefully in place for his own gain, the remaining that had held her shoulder now clutched her throat, strength almost enough to close her airway.
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His body was throbbing along with his heartbeats and his eyes were starting to find it hard to focus properly. Electric currents ran through him now, taunting him further, telling him to increase his speed and the power of his merciless thrusts even more. He wanted all of her, he needed all of her. He had to get more from her. Moans started to take over his rumbling exhales. How he had ever gone so long without <i>this</i> was beyond his understanding now. All he knew was that he had never felt such pleasure entering a female, not even Svara.

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POSTED: Sat Nov 07, 2009 8:17 am

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    Through the humiliation coursing through her whole being, through the rage vibrating through her very soul, there began the worst feeling of all, more treacherous than anything Kaena had experienced thus far: pleasure. Kairo had never been kind enough to impart it to her; he had always made absolutely certain his ravishings were as painful and displeasurable as possible for young Kaena, but there was something different about Haku and the way he fucked her against her will—was it even against her will? The hybrid could not remember fighting back; she knew she had not wanted this, but she had not ever said otherwise, she had figured this was better an embrace than death. Better to lose her dignity than her head.

<br><br>     It was almost like worship; he tore into her in an almost reverent manner, his body seeking the center of her being with more ferocity than she had ever experienced. It was like being eaten alive, devoured while breathing—all of that and beyond. And there was some twisted and ill part of the hybrid that enjoyed it, that dumb animal thing inside of her that recognized only the physical pleasure filtering into her body and none of the shame and hate that wracked her mind. It could hardly care that he wasn't wanted; it felt good, and in a few long moments her quivers had turned from fear and anger to pleasure, just as hated and unwanted as his advances and scorned even moreso since this betrayal was from her innards, the lizard-like brain inside of her registering only the sexual part of this advance.

<br><br>     The coyote yelped again at the feeling of his teeth in her shoulder, reopening the already old wound back up again, pain seizing through her arm and down her ribs. The cry was choked by the rough hand on her airway, and the hybrid inhaled sharply, desperately after a few moments, hoping she'd pass out. It would be better that way; maybe then she wouldn't remember this, maybe then she'd wake up free of the memory of him, maybe then she would wake up and not remember how her own body had begun to betray her, quaking violently into him as he thrusted into her, a hated and unwanted tightness growing in her muscles.

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POSTED: Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:22 pm

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<br><br>     Most of all he wanted to melt into her and merge with that flesh and blood, to drown completely. The man actually had to make an effort now to obey when the tuned down voice inside his head screamed for him to rip into her body and devour her heart and soul. His teeth sunk slightly deeper into her shoulder before he lessened the pressure and let his rough tongue swipe over the bleeding wound; drinking from her like Lillith once had drunk from him. The blood seemed to create a light red vapour around them and he knew that moment that he was insane, seeing the blood particles dance about in a nearly pitch black room. Few understood the true value of life’s crimson fluid and the flesh and Haku almost pitied them. Generations of weaklings had populated the earth and driven away those ancient life forms that gave the world structure and depth. Haku was truly privileged, the proud vessel of the ninth. If only this Inferni woman could understand as well. She should feel honoured beyond anything else.
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A vague wave of puzzlement rippled through him when he detected the scent of her arousal mixing into his. The changes in her body had come slowly and it was not before now that his mind and therefore also his body detected it. Her reluctant embrace was firmer now yet the temperature was slowly rising within her and caused additional ripples of infinity to jolt through him. The thrusts seemed to be less forced now, not because the man had decreased his brutality, but because the female’s own body and fluids seemed to betray her. Haku did not have capacity to take this in; he was too far ahead, racing forward with a trembling body and the rush of blood singing in his ears. No matter how much it turned him on to listen to the woman as she struggled to breathe through his firm grip on her throat, he had to let go. Both hands held her hips now and he banged into her with all his might, uncaring if he hurt her or even himself.
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He found himself desperate now, claws digging into her as he tried to get even more of her, always more, <i>demanding</i> more. He did not hear his own rumbling outburst when he tumbled into perpetuity. The world burned away and turned black without any consciousness and Haku Soul saw his saviour, whose body was aflame and blinding him, embracing the world with the brightest light. His body screamed in ecstasy and for a moment he could not tell if he was still present in his body or not. Time had abandoned him, leaving him in the room of light that eventually turned into the darkness of the library. He was laying limb and numb on top of her, completely unaware for how long he had been out. Muscles screamed in dismay when he slowly pushed himself up and away from her. There was no strength left in him. When he finally was up on his feet he watched the world spin despite being devoured by darkness. His hand found a supporting bookshelf and he wondered how far he would get- if he would ever reach Dahlia, in this condition.
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A last glance was thrown over his shoulder in the woman’s direction before he slipped out of the room, out of the building and into the night, which seemed a tad lighter than it had been. Haku Soul smiled, knowing now with absolute certainty that he had been chosen. She had given him the sight, the ability to see through the mortal world and witness life and death and the realms of true absolution. Haku did not love, but he adored and worshipped her for what she had given him, it did not matter it had been forced or not. She had set him free. He had known that she was special.

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POSTED: Wed Nov 11, 2009 4:38 am

[html]<center><table width="375" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"><tr><td style="padding-left:10px; padding-bottom:134px; padding-right:10px; padding-top:10px;border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/rp/kae/kae_razor.jpg); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat;"><font style="font-family:trebuchet ms, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:13px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.1px; line-height:13px;"><div align="justify">     A passiveness had come over her mind, and she drifted away from the present moment, her head unable to process the idea that she was deriving pleasure from this act. It was impossible; Kairo had never once given her even an inkling of pleasure; the hybrid woman simply could not handle this detail, and so her mind distinctly split from her body, which continued to tremble in a not-so-fearful way beneath the chocolatey wolf; the coyote woman drew in a gasping breath, the edges of her vision beginning to dim. Unconsciousness—she pleaded for it, hoped for it, and even prayed—the silvery hybrid who had never bowed her head to any god, she whispered a short one to anyone who listened. The hybrid prayed to every dead person she had ever known, pleading for Zulifer, Ahren, even Salvaged—though the last of this list would have simply laughed at her plight. Ghosts and gods couldn't help her, though, and she remained beneath him, her consciousness slipping away as her oxygen level slowly decreased, her breath wheezing just barely from her scarred muzzle.

<br><br>     His hand lifted and she inhaled a huge breath, gulping at the air that she had been denied. He seemed to lose some of his brutality, and that only served to drive her body further toward its conclusion, further betraying the idea that this was, in fact, unwanted. Kaena's nerves didn't know the difference; her pleasure zones certainly didn't, and as his pace increased to fever pitch the hybrid felt herself sail over the edge, her body quaking in an orgasm that was as mentally painful as it was physically pleasurable, and a snarl showed on her face, the half-strangled, rasping moan shifting to growl midway through. He collapsed then, his terrible weight still crushing her to the ground, pinning her there; his hot breath sounded as he panted. She half-expected his fangs then, the reverse of a black widow.

<br><br>     The silvery hybrid remained as still as she could, though trembling aftershocks still wracked her body, her sable ears pressed as far back into her shaggy mane as possible, her good eye shut tightly and turned to the ground, her dead socket staring up at Haku without seeing a damn thing, just as she wanted it. He pulled up and away from her, and still she did not move until she heard him stagger away. Frozen still, the hybrid did not even twitch until she heard him leave the building entirely his footsteps fading fast outside of the library. She sat up slowly, her fingers clutching at her bleeding shoulder, her legs drawing up to her chest as she felt his essence slither from her, her breath coming raggedly as she steeled herself not to cry. No, no—she could not help it; tears spilled down from her good eye and matted her fur, his scent permeating her silvery fur. She did not move for a long time, what might have been hours or days or years, until finally, she drew herself up, forgetting anything she came with as she left the library, meandering aimlessly until she heard the coast.

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