Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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(WARNING - This post contains mature content not meant to be read by anyone under the age of 18)
The ebonero dog had many tricks up his sleeve... Many of which had clearly been overlooked by the Ice King. The first had been his perseverance. His need for vengeance on Halina was overbearing, and he would fight Til his last breath to win out in order to destroy her. To kill him. He would die happily only when she, too, was in the ground, dead and cold. But now that vengeance was extended to the Queen, Scarlet Nights, and his sadistic side desired to do many dark and twisted things to her - to beat her, break her, rape her, until not only her body but also her soul were broken... And then push her and push until she died... And then continue to take out his wrath on her dead corpse. In a lesser sense, he wanted to take out his vengeance on Kershov himself. Kershov had prevented him from finishing off Halina, and, Draven suspected, had been the one to find the resources to heal her. He also had been Draven's main torturer, and killing and destroying Scarlet would go lengths to harm him as well.
But another trait that Kershov had overlooked - perhaps he had not thought of it at all - was that in order for Draven to have poisoned Halina with the plant he had and not fallen ill himself, he would have had to had knowledge of it. In fact, he had extensive knowledge of many herbs, and if he had a different alignment, could be a healer, but instead was labelled as a broader term - herbologist. The Ice King had made the mistake of letting Draven be alone for a week... And then another. Draven had time to not only rest... But heal himself. He had made use of the plants around him and had poulticed his own wounds, eaten herbs that had aided in his immune system. He had healed quicker than he would have on his own. He had grown stronger. Perhaps his broken mind helped him to ignore the pain, and push himself harder and faster.
So when the Ice King came to him, the prisoner was ready. 'Draven. There you are, dog. Been lonely?' Without warning, the brute erupted toward the king, aiming to push into him and knock him over, before taking off as quickly as he could. He had heard about the Cougars that had attacked that pack - now would be the perfect time to escape because since they members were likely all injured, they would not be able to catch up to him. "Whatever blood I spill will be on your paws, Kershov!"
He bounded away, running from the pack that had ensnared him, not stopping until at long last his eyes laid upon a fae who was by her lonesome, with no others around. Draven had not explored these lands at all - in fact, aside from Abendrot, he did not even know any of the names of places either. How was he to know that he was at a place where faes and brutes usually went to meet their mates? All he knew was that after months of being Abendrot's captor, he needed to have some fun. His long limbs brought him toward her in a long leap and he aimed to knock into her side, setting her to the ground. If he missed, he would skid upon the opposing earth and flip toward her in order to face her. "It is dangerous for a dainty femme such as yourself to be alone, isn't it?" The fae looked at him wearily, sizing him up, and he lunged at her again, knocking her to the ground. Without hesitation, the ebonero bit down on her front limb as hard as he could, his mandibular muscles tensing as he jerked and twisted the limb, effectively breaking and dislocating the limb at the same time. The fae howled in pain and Draven laughed at her - he laughed at her pain and at her suffering and at her helplessness. His eyes burned at her fallen form and he moved his teeth to her hind limb, clamping down on the finer bones of her metatarsals, effectively knocking out both limbs on a single side of her body. She screamed for help but that only fueled him more. Draven jumped atop her, his teeth roughly grabbing ahold of her scruff before he began to take her viciously. With each thrust, he leaned on her injured limbs, and the more she screamed out for him to stop, the harder and faster he took her. When finally her vocals failed her, cords rubbed raw, he paused for but a second and leaned further forward, pushing himself deep inside of her, so that his teeth could wrap around her dainty neck. He then slowly closed down his canines so that they just barely nicked her opposing jugulars. Blood began to pool in his mouth and once more he began to take her. Tears rolled down her face, mingling with her lifeblood that was even now seeping away. Draven swallowed her blood and growled as his sensations peaked, and then ripped out her throat as he climaxed, revelling in the feeling of the arterial pulsations upon him. Though his coat was dark, it now held an underworldly sheen, the fae's crimson blood painting him fully. And he began to laugh. Pulling out from the fae, he kicked her dead corpse once before moving toward the nearby trees, seeing if any unsuspecting naive faes would come around at the sound of the fae's screams.
"Let us see who my next lover will be, shall we?"
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Solitary Slave Ω Azura Ω
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