That scent, he knew that scent. It was so... familiar but he couldn't quite put a claw on it. Maybe he still just hadn't woken fully. He had been taking a nap on a stone in the dense brush. Though, it wasn't much of a nap, it was full of nightmare, of death. He figured it had something to do with the episode of seeming psychosis he had experienced earlier. It had been as though he was battling for his own mind. There was this other wolf, this Mabbit, that argued it was his body. Kyo knew it was his though, it had to be his, hadn't he been here all this time? He wasn't sure if it was real or if he was really just crazy. But they fought, they fought hard and in the end, Kyoshiro came out victorious. He always did anyway. And he always would, the only other option to him was death.
He would become known as Demon Eyes Kyo before long. With a constant thirst for pain and decay. His deep ebony coat against his maniacal orange eyes gave him an appearance enough of psychotic killer. But now, now he had a glorious rack of antlers adorning his large skull. Like the crown of a demon king. He was stunning, and deadly, and he absolutely knew it.
For now though, he needed to follow that smell. It smelled of blood, pain... and something else. He rose slowly from his resting place. Lifting his black mass with muscular limbs. His black claws dug into the stone as he pushed off and strode towards the smell. He hadn't gone two steps before he heard the cry of pain. That voice He knew that voice too, why couldn't he put a name or face to the sound either? He growled a low growl at his own ill remembrance. He gruffly increased his pace, for all he knew the creature crying could be dying and if he knew them he honestly wanted to find out before they met they're demise.
It didn't take him very long to find her. As it were, she wasn't actually very far from him at all. He came upon her body curled into a ball in the middle of the trees. There were three small figures writhing around next to her. His demonic eyes grew wide in realization. It was a mother and her pups, in the damned middle of the woods. If a predator were to happen upon them, they were completely exposed. For some reason this made his blood boil in all the wrong ways. He wasn't excited for the opportunity to kill. He was burning to... protect them? He huffed in her direction, utterly dumbfounded as to why he would ever feel such a way.
He stepped closer now, out of the shadow in which he had been hidden. He lowered his crowned head to her level and sniffed deeply. She was so damn familiar.
The middle of the woods is a terribly shitty place to give birth
His tongue snaked the words out, dripping with confusion and poison.
Kyoshiro
There are 3 reasons for why you can't beat me.
First, I'm better looking than you are.
Second, your blows are too light.
And third,
there's nothing in the world I can't tear up.
Male || Lone || Adult || Word Count: 519
Photo and Table by Pompeii
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