The roses have wilted…
...the violets are dead...
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When she had fully awoken, roused by the timber of his voice, she had sought to sit up, just as he had expected. That was why his open jaws had been waiting there, at the back of her nape, ready to catch her. And when he did, his jaws shut down like an iron bear trap on her scruff, her ebony spines tickling the inside of his mouth. And the first thing that he thought, was how soft she was. He was Perdere, the assassin killing machine, the puppet of the late Farant… He was no stranger to killing kalaks, and in fact that was the breed he murdered most often. But already, something felt off, felt wrong. The scruff was a pocket of loose flesh, holding no vital organs nor blood supply, but it was a common site to be grasped during an attack, for with the right propelling motion, it gave the attacker the ability to control the attacked. And most of his attacks had been upon noble titans and femmes, yes, but most of those were also warriors, scarred, their skin thick and uneven from all of their battles and training. But not this one… Even as the tip of his tongue flickered across the skin he held in his mouth, he felt nothing but soft, supple, smooth skin. This was no warrior, but she also was no slave, and this Perdere knew for the same reasons - her skin was soft, and without scars from abuse. Back in the land of Faraway, and even in the other packs of the other clans, it was rare to find a wolf who was not starred in someway.
‘Who are you? What do you want?’
Perdere felt her body trying to slink away from him, and he moved over her, his forelimbs and the lower aspect of his back legs squeezing her body and tight. Though those areas on his limbs were not the most sensitive nor tactile, it worked enough. There were not many kalaks in Blossom Forest, not anymore, and this one was young. Maned wolves did not much come here when they were young, they only came here because they were running from something, or on orders from the Council or the alphas. Which meant that this lass, however unlucky she might be, had likely been born here. And given that the only kalak litter that Perdere knew of any time in the recent past had been that of Shae and Caspian, it narrowed down greatly who this could be. The demon dug deep into Akuji‘s memories - there had been four pups… Two female and two male - even steven. But only one of them had been the runt, had been weak all along from the time of birth… And given the lack of musculature upon this one, given how dainty and delicate she was, it only made sense but she was Shilo… One of the last heirs for Farant’s pack. How had he been so lucky so as to find her so soon… And she so unlucky?
Perdere stepped over her, releasing her from the bind made by his limbs, and tightened his grasp on her scruff, attempting to use his weight and his strength to hurl her toward the back of the den, deeper into the abyss of the cave. He could feel his own black spines erecting in a wave down his dorsum… But was it from the potential thrill of the kill, or was it regret that she was still so young? Which ever it was, it obviously caused him to be impatient and irritated, given his next set of curt words. “You may be weak, Shilo, but I never took you as stupid. You know who I am, or at least who I was. Name the body if not the mind, and you will get an answer close enough to the truth.” If he had been successful in throwing her toward the back of the den, he would’ve released her and moved toward the entrance, blocking her escape. If he could not get the right leverage to throw her, he would start to drive her toward the back, and the words would be said under his breath with her skin still in his mouth as opposed to freely. And though he was rough with her, and although Perdere was a beast, a demon in his own right, a Sadist… He had questions and reservations about killing this one. He wouldn’t even be the one killing her, but somehow, that made it worse. Although Perdere held a kalak body in his possession, he had no love for the breed - that was part of the reason why he took so much joy in killing them. He found them as a whole immoral and without any sense of loyalty to others. And in all his travels, he had never met one who wasn’t just as evil as he was. That was why he had always refused to kill pups - when they were that young, they were so innocent, and had no blood upon them. Once they were older, he would be more than willing to dispose of them… But this femme… Either she was too young to have come into her cruelty, or she was truly an innocent, an angel of light among the dark maned wolf society. And as evil and dark as Perdere was, as previously said, he did not view himself as a kalak. He had a set of morals… And he did not hurt innocents if he could help it…
“Princess Shilo… How is it that you have survived all this time on your own? Or are you… Not on your own? Tell me, which of your siblings are still alive to your knowledge?”
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The demons run circles…
...round and round in my head...
||Akuji is dead Perdere|| ||Untainted heart|| ||Caidir Olc|| ||Adult||
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