A wide river dominates this section of the forest. Romance is in the air, and wolves of all ages come to search for their mate.

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A DARKER HALF
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Posted on April 25, 2018 at 09:28:52 PM by Perdere


The roses have wilted…
...the violets are dead...
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It was pitiful how delicate her frame was. Instead of trying to resist him, her body had almost gone limp as soon as his teeth had pierced the excessive skin at her nape, wrinkling her ebony scruff. But it was more than that, even. Perdere had been in many fights, had thrown many wolves in opposition, but none have been like this. Where was her muscle? Where were the hours of dedication and training that had gone into turning this porcelain doll into a killing machine? Throwing her had amounted to not more than throwing a hare or even a young fawn, and in the brief moment took him to close his eyes to blink and open them, he was seriously wondering if he would see her body cracked and broken, lifeless, bleeding. Whether there would be splintering, lightning bolt lesions floating down her skeleton as if she was the surface of a frozen lake. He knew that she had her birth defect and that she had always been a weakling… But still, to be frail to this extent? To be this delicate?

But she was not dead, not had she shattered. And then, with fear deep in her eyes, she began to tell him the answers to the things that he had questioned. And though there were only the simple facts slipping from her lips - which pack was it? Crith-Thalmhainn. What Alpha? Nimueh - she gave away so much more than that. The fact that she kept herself told Perdere but she did not have friends, or family to count upon that she was close to. That she was a loner, and that no one would come looking for her. That no one would likely notice her absence. Did she not know how to be secretive at all? The devil tilted his head, intrigued, confused, almost irritated by her presence. Looking at her, there was no question that was she was a maned wolf - it was obvious in her long, stilted limbs, her ears that were too large for her body, her coloration, her lithe form. But everything else was wrong, was so wrong, was so different from what it was to be a maned wolf in normal society. Or, at least what Perdere considered to be normal. And Perdere would know - he was in much the same boat. The body he had was that of a kalak, but only because he had been created from the broken mind of its owner. With Farant‘s poking, prodding, tampering… With the countless hours of torture that finally made Akuji give up, the body had found its own way to survive - it allowed the mind to split, creating that which Farant was actually looking for. A weapon, a tool... and thus Perdere had been created. And that was what Perdere was, wasn’t it? But he was a weapon that came to resent those pulling his strings, and so he hated his master, and all of those similar to his master. Because of it, he never had any guilt when he slaughtered tons of lords, tens of hundreds of foot soldiers, the occasional mate in order to drive a point home. They were, all of them, evil. Perhaps in a way, Perdere hated himself, recognizing himself as evil as well, but it was a realization that he himself would never come to or admit to… But what he did come to realize was that this femme was far too similar to him -a product of biology that did not belong. A mistake in the natural course of nature.

So where, exactly, did that leave them?

Apparently, it would be at odds, as the ess began to chew her lower lip - she was thinking about something, taking too long to answer. The stuttering had been fear, as had been the whimpers, the slow speech. But this? This was something to buy her time. Others revealed their brain spewing in other ways, trying to find a way to answer questions by using the phrase ‘umm’ or ‘uhh’. But chewing her lip was this femme‘s tell, of that the hessian had no doubt. A frown, a slow curl of his lips downward, played across his features, his mandible and maxilla tense as he grated his teeth, his jaw moving ever so slightly from side to side.

“Did I not tell you that you should not lie to me? Was my warning not quite clear enough?” He took a step toward her and then raked his claws across the ground in front of him slowly, his right paw drawing a line in the sand flooring from right to left. “What part of my threat was unclear? I do so wish for you to be honest with me… Only now it is so that I do not again make a mistake of being subtle. I am many things, Shilo, but subtle… Merciful, neither of those are traits that I possess.”

He leapt at her, surprised to find anger boiled up with him, and tried to use his weight and his forward momentum to knock her off balance. It was rare that he felt that particular emotion - usually it was pleasure, intrigue, amusement that played beautiful orchestrations upon his mind. But it was surely now rage that held clearest - after all, he had thought that perhaps for once, just this time, he had met one that broke the mold of their forebearers. Perdere hated being wrong. So he snapped at the air right above her head, a deep growl growing in his chest. And then his claws her upon her, seeking to dive deeply into her flesh, trying to flip her over so that her vulnerable chest and belly were exposed to him, and his teeth would rake over her flash if he was able to force her to flip, not leaving a mark, but giving her a final warning - he wanted the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. So help her… For her own sake.

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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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