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Posted on July 21, 2015 at 09:33:16 PM by cas

His tongue was out of his mouth, almost as if it was trying to escape him as he panted heavily. He could not seem to gather enough air with each breath. Each one was labored as he barreled into what is considered Iromar. His mouth burned, and he had tried to purge himself of this feeling and yet his stomach only burned with him. His eyes were open wide with a touch of insanity glistening in them. He had taken a good bite out of that boy. He had done his damage and so had he. Andras knew not what happened to him, as his mind was already warped and dissolved from the disease that slowly ravaged his whole body.

In his haze of a haphazard run, his blackened form smashed into a tree. He stumbled backwards with a growl, his eyes almost crossed as he is almost unaware what happened. He shook his head, attempting to gather what bit of vision and sanity he could muster, before he took a crackling breath and moved on. His run was slowed as his legs began to shake. He was losing control over these stubborn limbs of his, but he did not give up. He had to get to where Lillith was, to be with her once more.

He trudged through mud as he wandered closer to his destination. At times, he would pause, his eyes that would remain open until almost glazed over looking back and forth, trying to understand where he was. His mouth was open as he groaned, drool dangling from his jaws like poison strings. The mud and gunk clung to his fur and legs, like a demon attempting to bring him back into the depths of hell. He seemed to roar as he stumbled forward again. He used his last bit of strength to rush like a boar, tripping along the way like a pup just learning to walk.

He somehow managed to make it to the throne next to his den. It came into view, although he did not seem to see it but instead blindly headed for it. It was his nose that drew him in and directed him to where the bones of kills past were still piled together. Aithne had not gotten rid of his throne, of the rotting meat and reminder of death. He ends up falling to the ground, belly to the earth as he gasped for breath. His paws still attempted to inch forward, taking another moment to gather strength as he could hear the laugh of Lillith in the distance- or is that simply an insect? He could not tell.

"Lillith....Lillith!" he said through heavy breaths, his legs struggling to lift and carry his weight. He manages to do so, his form wobbling with each slow step. It was almost as if gravity had turned up on him, decided to pull even more and more with each step, like a lover that did not wish for him to leave. The poison was taking him. It was taking him and he did not know it, did not realize it. His mind was so confused, and the world around him was so distorted, that he did not even know what was happening to his own body. He ends up biting his own tongue as he skids onto the ground once more, a gurgling cry filling the air as he lands into mud. He is so close to his den, so close to Lillith and yet so far. Bones littered the ground around him. There were leftovers of furs still littering the ground of the throne that was once his. His form struggles. It fights like a fish flopping the mud. His legs seem to be running in place as he lay on his side, twitching and attempting to move. Blood from his bit tongue seeps into the mud that his face half lay in, his eyes staring not at anything, but instead following things that seem to be in his head. His own ears move wildly, like he heard voices all around him.

He was still alive, but how much so? He could not lift himself any further. He could not get himself into his own den to be with his Lillith. Right now, he was just a bag of flesh fighting for every second of life in the mud that was ready to consume, to absorb him back into the earth of which he came. It was only a matter of time.

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It is almost as if he does not hear her approach at first. His ears do not react. He does not turn his head or acknowledge any existence of anything that was remotely real. He was a bag of flesh bound by fur, covered in mud and matted. His tongue lashes out in attempts to guzzle more and more air. His body moved strangely, like a slug writhing in salt. He was not how he used to be. He is no longer the great Demon leader of Iromar. No, that wolf died long ago. He is now something morphed by the mysteries of the world, of poisons and diseases, of things that wolven minds knew so little of. He had been taken and consumed by them, and was now at the mercy of their magics.

It was not until his red rimmed ears catch the falling word of his name from Aithne's lips that he attempts to recognize the here and now in this world. He heard his name among the calls of many within, but this was different. His unfocused eyes swirl until they see the face of Aithne. There is somewhat of an odd comfort of her being there, something that ground him in the mud where he really was instead of floating in the abyss that was his melting mind.

"Aith-ne" he says in but a dark whisper. He became suddenly aware of twitchiness of his body, how his tongue was almost numb from the burning. Blood barely touched his form- blood that was no his, and he could still smell the scent of the boy who should be dead upon him. He attempts to lift his head, though it is shaking and twitching violently at times. He questions are head but not exactly understood. His ears move to listen and them seem to immediately turn to listen to things that are not there. He laps nothing with his tongue, seemingly trying to find his own mouth again.

"He is not...is not dead. I...failed her, Lillith, I.....failed, Aithne, will she...will she take me back?" he murmured, at times his words loud, while some seem to fall almost in oblivion. His eyes seem to wander again, his legs twitching as if he attempts to run after something, like a sleeping pup chasing after dreams. He growls suddenly before his tongue flaps onto the ground as he pants once more.

"Aith-ne, it...is time, send...send..." he murmurs, licking his burning lips but unable to complete the last word. Yet, it is the single sunset eye that lifts up and tries to connect with Aithne. It was his eye that said what he mouth could not. The little bit of his mind that was his, that was left, reflected in that eye. He was asking her to do what she needed to do, but only for a moment before his eye gets distracted once more, following the demons in his mind as his breath quickens. His body was torture now. A thing ravaged by time and the dark things of the world. It was a thing he needed to be free of- it was just a matter of it would be now at the mercy of Aithne's jaws, or if it will be a slow few more hours until his heart finally gives way.

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He is listening, but to who, we will never truly know. His eyes still move wildly and his ears twitch, and yet they still seem to fling in the direction of Aithne when she does lend him her voice. Even if he cannot process it completely, he finds comfort in that voice. Although he body may be reacting more violently and against his will, there is a small part of his mind, so small, that is still intact. He knows that he is lost, that his form is giving way and that his mind is melting in on itself. Whatever was holding his mind together was no longer and power, and something else had been slowly dismantling it. Now, it was being destroyed more quickly. There are moments where he focus on what he once was, what his capabilities before were, but he was unable to make his body react as he wanted.

Yes, her voice was a comfort in the turmoil. A quiet ray of calming light among the clawing demons that hiss at its presence. He cannot stop his twitching, and cannot stop his breathing from going in and out and in and out, so quickly and labored as his tongue tastes blood and mud. He needed Aithne to be his salvation. He needed her to free him from the horrors that is the flesh. There was a reason why he had picked Aithne. She was dedicated and she did what needed to be done. She would not allow him to remain like this, to slowly die from something he cannot control.

He sees the images of Lillith in a kingdom all their own. He sees flashes of Astaroth, his most favored of his blood, and he knows he lives on. He sees Avery and their jaws together sawing off the head of a great elk, how high she has risen in golden light. He feels the presence of Raven quietly peeking her way into the darkness, her brilliant eyes touched with sorrow saying goodbye to him as all else begins to fade. She was of the woman and of Chael, and with him gone how he brought her to be his own child to stand aside Avery. Their eyes, all seems to stare at him, their faces obscured in an unfathomable blackness. There is an unsettling feeling as he looses sensation. He seems to feel a tightness but he barely reacts. It is eyes of yellow that haunt him- eyes of yellow that are not of Lillith- but of Siren. He had not seen his child since the death of his Lillith. He had not known of her fate and yet always knew that her scent on the scene made no sense. Her stare was the only one accompanied by glistening white fangs that seem to dig into his throat. It is then that he finally starts to struggle.

"Si....si," he manages with whatever breath is left as it is truly Aithne who grips him. There is a horror in his eyes, and the world goes in and out from his hallucinations back to a blurred reality. He knew not if it was Siren or Aithne who was ending his life now, as the eyes of Raven and Avery seem to back out. In fact, everything begins to turn to static. The blackness is not even truly black, but jumbled like a lost signal. There is no more feeling. No more struggling. No more eyes that stare and no more laughter of Lillith. No one can really say what- or if- he experiences anything now.

Now, he is just a bag of flesh clad in fur, dead upon what was once his throne. No longer was his throne a reminder for himself of death and to treasure the experience of life. It was a reminder for those who dare gather around him now, that in the end, they too will be food for worms.

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for cas to post - By snack July 21, 2015 at 11:02:01 PM

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