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Posted on January 23, 2014 at 09:48:18 PM by Tobias
| The Black Prince The words of Kiiiiiska fall on deadened ears, she no longer exists to him, her presence has fallen within the blackened confines of his damaged mind as the consuming hunger of his depravity ravages and tears and seeks with desperation the blood of the one before him as he lunges once more, allowing those vile white knives to penetrate into skin and flesh, his efforts rewarded with the hot touch of blood as it spills with glory into his throat, burning and singeing his inside with liquid delight as stomach clenches and rolls in its desperation for more, teeth and tongue cutting and slicing as he wrenches back with sudden fury, severing limb from body and earning himself a vile prize. He cares not for the Alpha of the blackened female whom cannot lie to him. He is not as others, he cannot be fooled by ash and dirt, he knows well whom she is yet his mind does not care, just as it does not remember Coza, not at all, those demons clawing and raging in their desperation to eat. Such is the insanity of the creature that he simply does not move, content to eat his prize here and now, chewing at heated muscle and bone with satisfying determination until it is he is set upon by the foolish pair whom seek to drive him further away. The severed limb falls from his jaws, a screaming roar peeling from his lips and ravaged throat as bloodied black heckles raise, mattered and thick, clumped with blood and gore as Coza’s fangs seek purchase upon the thickness of his ruff and Kiska’s frame collides with his own over and over in a desperate bid to unbalance him, to force him to earth and indeed in these moments they are successful. For a moment the nightmarish hellion and tossed upon the earth, knocked down by Kiska’s charge and pulled over by the fangs within his ruff and yet this seems only to insight his near berserker rage. This is the reason they do not challenge him, they reason he is not defeated for he simply continues until he is unable, until his limbs are severed from his body or his head from his shoulders, he does not stop, for such is the extent of his madness that he cannot understand defeat, he cannot yield, he simply becomes more hateful, angry, starving for a meal his tortured mind demands he have as Kiska’s claws rake his face and his body twists from the earth with savage fury from where he is near pinned beneath Coza, head snaking like the vile demon he is in an effort to tear Coza’s chest open, seeking to ravage it entirely as he rolls upon his back, one hind claw seeking to rake the Alpha’s side as if each part of his blackened body becomes a weapon as he twists and rolls against as if forced into a seizure upon the floor. One claw rakes at the earth, the obsidian demon clawing himself forward and free from beneath the Alpha, blood running readily from his ruff, Kiska’s claws having opened his face until the red liquid runs into his eyes and indeed the sight is a horrific one. He is hardly injured, the claw marks will heal, yet in these moments he is as if from hell itself as saliva leaks from jaws and his tongue moves to lick what runs, feasting upon his own blood in those moments before he dives for the limb once more, oblivious to the red and white Angel in these moments whom seeks to heal the dying one, desiring only his prize as the leg is snatched within his jaws and he leaps aside once more, heading for the shadows on long limbs. He is faster then the heavy ones, much faster, yes and he is content with what he has won this day. For a single moment those pitiless emerald eyes are given to rest upon the one of red and white, his motion slowed as the blood soaked demon is given to halt, deadened eyes resting against the bleeding one and the Angel. He knows these colours, he knows this red and white, he knows this scent and yet he is given to step back and away, unwilling it would seem, to approach the opalescent eyed wolf. He remembers, he remembers, instinct pushing him back as a snarl hisses from within his throat once more and glides back into the darkness of Taviora, enveloped within the shadows of his kingdom, his prize within his jaws, a meal and plaything for his own children and mate, leaving bloodied prints in his wake though he cares not. They will not follow. None ever do.  Demetri x Jaidah |Sire of Elijah, Alyx, Riven & Seir | Loner | Mated to Flare | Imprint of Salem |
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- Rising~●~Sun - By Coszcotl January 28, 2014 at 08:40:03 PM
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