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Post by [x.heartbreaker.x] on Aug 13, 2006 3:32:29 GMT
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Post by silent on Aug 13, 2006 19:38:09 GMT
I will join!
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Post by silent on Aug 13, 2006 20:14:12 GMT
Bordem is when you type up somthing like this *points to post below* for a site like that *points to link above* A silent, dark wraith slowly trailed after a trail, darting through the dissipating, unearthly fog. A thin path followed the traveling wolf, his fur surprisingly unmatted, fur not crusted with drying blood. A few wolves still littered the area, looking annoyed about the disappearance of their toy. Apparently their blood lust still wasn't satisfied as he stalked into their midst. A few glowered at him, aggravated with how he seemed untouched.
“Fighting too much for you, pansy?” laughed one of the rowdier creatures, and Husku ignored him, purposely agitating the other wolf. With a snarl, the speaker stalked forward, opening his maw to utter another jeer.
Husku had him pinned on his back in a single fluid movement, standing smirking over the stunned creature.
“Actually, I found them uninteresting. But, I’m sure your reaction will be most entertaining,” Husku chuckled darkly into the wolf’s ear, leaning down so that hot breath cascaded over the struggling wolf’s face. In a rather disturbing fashion, Husku slowly dragged his tongue along the fighter’s cheek, licking a fresh cut. The wolf visibly went rigid, his eyes snapping wide. A shudder passed through Husku’s body, senses tingling with the metallic taste. It made him feel so… alive.
“You know, you’re beautiful when you bleed, boy,” snickered the morbid voice, dripping with a tainted lust, slightly shaking with something that could’ve been the beginnings of morbid fasination. The wolf was possibly the same age as Husku, though the mascu had obviously put a distinct break between them, noting himself as the more authoritative party. Everything in the aggressive demeanor that the pinned wolf had showcased before was forgotten, as he gave a whimper and struggled against the slightly larger and stronger creature. Husku gave a sickeningly kind smile to the wolf, a painfully ominous grin. In response, the wolf screamed and increased his efforts with violent thrashing. None of the others had stepped up in aid, too shocked and horrified at the spectacle. Despite his best efforts, the poor animal was still held by his purely sadistic and likely psychotic captor. He lowered his maw so his hot breath could be felt on his ear. The pinned wolf's eyes went wide in terror. Pulling back, his features were settled into a haunting, placid grin. Slowly, Husku’s maw began to part for him to utter more mental torture. With a bloodcurdling scream, the creature flung everything in his will at Husku, finally flinging Husku off. Rolling away, he began a frenzied, panicked string of questions,
“What are you trying to pull! What's wrong with you?”
Cold eyes watched the wolf, a slight frown on his face. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” he sighed, and, just for kicks, took a slight step towards his selected victim. The wolf jumped back, looking for his comrades. Most of them backed away as Husku advanced, too concerned for their own well being. A faint whimper escaped the rouge fighter, as his grey tormentor from Hell advanced. A scant two yards away, Husku gave a light smile, his next words confirming the impending doom.
“Be glad, I’m almost feeling merciful today,” he smiled all too warmly, his words laden with the true, dark intentions. The wolf didn’t move, as Husku set one foot back, obviously preparing for a quick finish. As muscles tensed, the wolf’s face broke in an odd expression as a wave of relief washed over him.
“Thank you…” he croaked, as a blur hoisted him into the air by his neck, and flung him down, fangs ripping through fur and flesh, dicing vital muscles, veins, and breaking the dam of life fluid, dark crimson spilling out in an arch. Husku stood silently, raising his head from the first to die. Blood pooled around his feet, cascading from the viciously severed jugular. There was a moment of silence, before an accusation rang out.
“Traitor!” came the cry, powered by testosterone and rage. A smile lit across Husku’s face at these words, which caused a few fearful, puzzled looks. In a calm, light tone, he replied,
“Traitor goes by personal definition. I’m not a traitor, I never swore loyalty to my pack. I swore loyalty to myself, and myself wants blood, and the personal pleasure it brings,” a light smirk played on his half-hidden features.
Again, his words were met with silence. What could you expect from a bunch of rouges, that probably got almost as high as he did during a fight and in the close, adrenaline fueled bands of fighters. They had to find some way to occupy themselves other than training. Snarls erupted, and denial. Someone yelled,
“At least we’re not some freak like you!” and a chorus of agreement.
“No? Maybe you're more like me then you wish to admit. Why won’t you get that through your heads? You don’t get the pretty-pup. Anyways, who’s first to dance with this freak?” chucked the wolf, keeping his aloof attitude. It was another disturbing fact about the wolf, how he kept that pleasant attitude. The string of insults was enough to send several of the more rambunctious, testosterone and adrenaline fueled wolves hurtling towards Husku. It wasn’t a dance, as his battle with Sakila had been. It was a slaughter. As the first came, Husku ducked beneath him, tearing into his throat as the wolf came over him. The second and third had already passed him, one falling victim to Husku severing his spine, and the other, had his face mauled before a simple snap of the neck.
Husku reveled in the stunned, apprehensive silence that followed.
“You know, I’m not the favorite because I’m better looking than you lot,” the wolf drawled, and you could just see him rolling his eyes.
“Dance, freak,” spat a voice, as a lithe creature stalked forwards. She had remained silent until now, and Husku’s face instantly changed, an expectant, happy smile on his face, exposing crimson stained teeth.
“Oh, you’re one of Vestrit’s –“
“Shut the hell up, and you should refer to the Prince with more respect,” the wolf spat, standing tall and setting a paw forwards. Husku glided forwards, crossing his own foreleg with hers. Each inhaled, and the dance began, much like how Sakila had fought. Close quarters, careful moves, and movements too fast to track. Somehow, Husku still shot an insult to hit a vein.
“Did your dear Prince Charming teach you how to dance?” which earned a snarl from his partner, but she didn’t falter. Still, that damnable smile was on Husku’s face, as he uttered the curtain call.
“Because, quite frankly, he must’ve sucked.”
He left her in a bleeding, broken mess, cruelly not bothering to finish the job. Some wolves had left by this point, and others were quickly losing their resolve. Four dead, and Husku only sporting a few nicks. Was he invincible? No, no… they still had the upper hand. The ones that still itched to fight, to avenge their fallen, allowed challenges and snarls to erupt from their throats. Others paused in their escapes, and rekindled fires. Husku looked amused by the group that was slowly coming together, surrounding him. It was an attack to be reckoned with, as nearly a dozen creatures flung themselves against the enemy.
Husku always was one step ahead of them though, and had been. Unleashing a weapon they didn’t know how to counter was unsportsmanlike, but, Husku was growing bored, and the bliss of his sadistic pleasure was wearing off. In the grand climax, he crushed their untrained bodies, tearing through each with sickening ease. Screams, gasps of terror, wolves collapsing around him, and it all gave Husku the utmost satisfaction. It was the grand finale, the amazing climax, in all it’s horrible, sickening glory. The wolves that hadn’t been mentally attacked halted for a brief moment, and were slaughtered. One last wolf was left shuddering, staring with wide eyes, utterly terrified. Husku prolonged for as long as he could, slipping his already bloody tongue along the petrified creature’s face. Pulling back, he chuckled, as the wolf gazed horrified. Not at the insanity of his once Alphen, but at his eyes that swam with odd emotions, that terrible lust, mixed with apologies.
“It never would’ve worked out, so sorry,” he sighed, the eye immediately changing to a swirling mass of insanity, his maw twisting into a purely maniacal grin. Much like how he’d finished the first, Husku came from underneath his petrified victim, hoisting him into the air by a scrawny throat, and then allowing gravity to finish the job. Spitting out the shreds of a throat, the gray wolf lowered his head just a bit. Satisfied for the moment, Husku gave a sigh, a content smile playing on his muzzle. Again, he was to follow Sakila, even if that wolf probably was driving their bus to Hell anyways. Again, the wraith was off... [/center]
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Post by [x.heartbreaker.x] on Aug 13, 2006 20:17:50 GMT
Gahh!!!!!!I didn't even read it all,but bravo already lol.She'll definantly let you be a wolf...Geez O.O...but yeah thats boredom lol
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