{AW} Adapt Or Die
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#1

She didn’t intend to come back this way. Especially not now in the middle of winter. A place so touched by the season that even during the usual hot months of summer this place was cold. Prodigious black paws left monstrous prints as she walked, the crunch of the snow muffled in her ears. The sky was a gray, dotted with soft white flurries that drizzled down to meet with those that rested on the ground already. It was hard to tell what time of day it was due to the cloud cover, but there was enough light to suggest it was midday. She remembered passing these areas when she first arrived here, but that was a good time ago now. The Dragon’s travels took her a deal south, seeing everything from green to dark caves - which later revealed an inner glow. There she met up with an old friend who had also happened to show up in these lands around the same time she did. They talked for a while, but as always their paths diverged. He was pulled to an unknown destination while she was pulled in whatever direction she need go to find her demon. Now, some time after finding those prints in the mud of the hallowed wood she found herself traveling back in this direction. There were small indications that the creature came this way, but when the snow began to set in she knew that whatever traces she was following had likely gone by now. Snowfall would cover any mark that may have been left behind. She had only gone as far as the foothills of the mountain and the lake that sat at its base met her, that’s where Aleera stopped.

The snow here was already enough to grate her nerves, the crossing she made last time proving difficult when it wasn’t winter. Trying again? Perhaps, but not now. Even a wolf with a full body of fur would find crossing and surviving difficult - so for now she would go no further. Orange eyes cast their gaze out among the shore lines. There was not obvious signs of life, either in the water or out of it, but then again most if not the entire lake looked iced over. Nearing the edge Aleera dared a paw on the shallows, slowly allowing all her weight to rest on one paw - but the ice didn’t give. She was not prone to exploring dangerous things but this was hardly an exploration. She got all of three steps out onto the eyes and paused when she lowered her head. The intent was to lick the ice to get at what litter what she could for the trip back, but upon glancing her reflection in the ice she had to stop. Even in the light of day, albeit not much, there was a brilliant orange glow escaping both her eyes. Or more specifically, there was an orange glow out of her left eye while her right produced a more milky orange -perhaps due to her blindness in that optic? Maybe that altogether was not entirely strange - but the other area in which this glow became obvious was.

Her chest was near halved in twisted burned flesh and coated in ony fur, regardless, in the center of her chest was that same orange glow. It gave her the appearance that her very heart was made of the raw element. That or if one wasn’t careful with her she may very will breathe fire upon you. Of course this had the reaction you would think. It left her without words and stunned. Standing there staring at herself and believe it or not - more mortified with this glow than she was with her very burns. Aleera remembered then, the others whom she’d come across in these lands that spoke of mutations. Strange occurrences that changed the very appearance of wolves, and so far as she knew they were irreversible. Slowly the ebony woman lifted her head, turning it this way and that to check all angles - but the glow persisted. She didn’t feel any different, but she had thought for a while that perhaps she was immune to these changes. Why? Because she had been here for a while now, nearly an entire season and she had not experienced any changes. Until now.

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#2
How had a monster came so far north? The fire of the orb was in danger from the frozen water falling from the sky, its softness touching a face set alive by twitches of mere muscle reaction and annoyance. How dare it touch him. The monster still churned within the cavity of his body, reacting from his previous interaction, spurred forth by something lunging at the face of a creature tormented by Charon's sweet rowing, Mother Dearest's head upon a pike-paddle. He had reacted, a monster coming forth in absolute rage.

The initial anger had subsided, but anything could bring it back, a beast held by fragile ropes, its awareness of this acute, its intentions having a high chance of being malicious. He had wandered, farther from his stability, the blind prophet who kept him grounded. He would go back, of course, but for now, some unconscious part kept the monster within him walking, waiting quietly for it to go to sleep, a beaten child waiting within a closet for the yelling to stop.

MONSTER, MONSTER, WHERE ARE YOU GOING? MONSTER, MONSTER, LIFE'S THE OTHER WAY. MONSTER, MONSTER... YOUR HEART WILL FREEZE, MONSTER, MONSTER... WE'LL TAKE OVER. They sang, the sounds combining into a horrid cacophony of chanting and giggling.

White crunched beneath his paws, massive things leaving prints, a trail soon to be concealed by nature's frozen tears. Mother nature, something wondered, what's gotten you so sad? What's made you so cold? The shattered mind had never conceived this place before, memories, while stolen, showed nothing of this caliber before. It was land he had never trod upon, although, the knowledge didn't mean much. It very well could have been carefully hidden from him, some deed concealed for later blackmail and torment. It was not unusual. A flake settled into the empty socket, a snarl echoing from the broad chest, the sound deep, hateful, rising in volume as jaws snapped fitfully at empty air, trying to bite his old wound, ready to tear forth a new hole.

MONSTER, MONSTER, WE'LL TAKE THE OTHER, NOT NOW, NOT TOMORROW, YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHEN, BUT WE WILL. WE TAKE ALL. WE TAKE ALL. WE TAKE ALL. YOU. ARE. OURS. The assault would never cease, perhaps not even in death. His stability may offer something of a comfort, but he was not present, far away, he had wandered so far, why had his paws carried him so far, his unwillingness seeming to make them go ever farther. He looked out at the world, sharing space with his demon, the voices alive around them in their usual chaotic hum, the one, the one that spoke the loudest, the harshest, silent for the time being, or lost somewhere as it whispered.

A mound of snow bulged, another growl coming from him. It slowly sunk back down. They adored his rage, they loved the beast that they could make him be; they loved the damage such a massive form could do, when lost to the red, to the hate, to absolute terror that manifested as horror to the world, acts unspeakable done by jaws that would normally wish nothing bad upon another creature. His coat collected snow, winter's bite staved off - somewhat - by a coat made so heavy by the change from autumn to winter. Winter. Cold. It was his heart; the heart that he was never sure fully existed within him, solid only in certain moments, a melted mess at others. Neither he could discern as real - he could never tell if any of his organs existed anymore, or if they had somehow taken them all, fed them to the worms that crawled beneath his skin so often, their pain a torment all its own.

A shadow caught his eye, a stark thing against the pristine whites and diluted grey of the landscape that surrounded his form. An expanse of a lake could be seen, frozen except for the very middle, that looked to be only slush in the water's movement, but still, still one could see its steady path towards freezing, the slush unwilling to move too much, attempting to hold the force beneath it. He wondered when the water would kick through. Could it do so before it was trapped for the season? Or could it somehow break its icy prison? Would he be able to break out of his own skull, the bone, blood and flesh prison that he had found himself in, solitary confinement for acts he was not certain he committed?

He grew closer to the shadow, his vision a glitch, the form before him static upon the radio waves, a static buzzing everywhere around his head. Closer still, his paws crunching upon the layer of ice that had formed in some places over the snow, the softness of the fresh snow swept off by winds in some places, allowed to stick in others. He stopped a ways away, close enough to hear, close enough to see features. Flames diminished slightly as his eyelid narrowed, other side twitching to follow; the unnatural glow drawing his attention.

The Void. Surely only it could make a creature with glowing eyes, a glowing chest. Massive frame lowered slightly, a spark of anger touching his orb, slowly turning into a blaze. The monster had been bent on biting any creature from the void that dared to cross his path - he had grown tired of their teasing, he would attack until they pushed him back into a confused state of submission, senses dulled, brain muddled and fogged, ghosts and screams haunting him wherever he went. They hadn't even bothered to conceal it in the shape of a normal wolf. A glow, flesh bare, the reek of fire emanating from the creature. He knew not his own scent, but an outsider may smell the dull, permeated reek of constant fear, the twang of metal, the musk of dirt, combining to make the massive beast.
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#3

”You thought you could go forever and remained untainted Dibbuk? We are apart of you. We are you.” His chanting like voice often prodded at the back of her mind like an annoying, mild headache you could never quite rid yourself of. In most cases, the demon that possessed her after her daughters stillbirth was quiet - until something prompted it to talk. Most of hallucinations Aleera experienced were auditory in nature, visual representation of the things that haunted her and pushed her forward manifesting most often as little more than streaks of shadows. Something the darken the edges of her vision and at its most extreme cases take on mortal like shapes with grotesque features. The worst ones for her however were not the hissing voices or the outstretched paw that was more claw than anything else...It was when she saw those she knew were dead. Sometimes they appeared fine to her. Silent - only watching, and then sometimes they moved as though leading her somewhere. Other times, they were as deformed and hollow as the beasts that used her for their own revenge. Spirits corrupted by betrayal that had crawled and crawled their way through the ages to her - all in a hope to see their common foe finally banished from the world of the living.

”Be quiet.” She hissed, turning her head just so as though speaking to someone at her side that was clearly not there. Many had called her insane right to her face...But then, how did you explain everything that she had been going through? If her eyes saw it. If her ears heard it. If she could feel them breathing upon her neck - were they not real? To many this presented a grim and unsettling proposition...Was what she saw purely the stuff of a broken mind - or did they live among them? A sound to her right made her ears swing to attention. She was blind on that side, but her ears had long made up for the difference and quickly her corpulent skull swung the other way - hellish eyes landing upon someone who seemed to come out of nowhere. A male. She could tell from his looks before she caught his scent. A mixture of dirt and a smell of something she couldn’t quite place. He was smaller than herself but not overtly so, still big enough to be an issue and the scars that laid across his flesh was made apparent that he was no stranger to a fight. His eyes matched her own, although as if to match her blindness he too was missing an eye altogether. The Dragon righted herself on the ice, turning so she was more positioned to face the male who had not even bothered to speak as of yet. He was looking at her as though he couldn’t figure out if she were real or not, which was admittedly not totally uncommon, but this one wasn’t accompanied by the usual grimace of her features. Like he was not only unbothered by it, but had seen considerably worse.

Naturally, Aleera was a rather quiet wolf. She didn’t like interaction she just saw it as a means to an end, but even so she found his leering combined with his silence mildly irritating. ”Do you need something?” Her voice, rasp from damage came out in a plume of white carbon, escaping through the gaps in her exposed teeth as she spoke.


Bjagvar
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#4
His own actions, he felt were in his head, a ghost, some sort of strange dissociation between him and the demon residing within his form. The part that was him was suddenly unsure if he was real, if he was reacting at all to the outside world. He seemed to have lost all control, trying to control the expression upon his maw. He tried to force some semblance of friendly, but his efforts, it seemed, were in vain. All was in vain when the demon decided he could come forth, when he decided that he could simply walk the world like any other mortal. Something sinister snickered softly, its own inner voice creeping upon his inner self; he felt hunted. Somewhere the neurons fired for fear, his body did not react though.

Instead, it studied the void monster before it. His ears, still ever twitching flung themselves forward at the sound of the voice that tumbled from her lips, whatever hell-fired that burned within her sending its smoke through her deformed lips. His head tilted, a soft growl rumbling in his throat. "Void creature, why do you speak?" He spoke so softly, his voice still a tremble of a growl, not seeing the fog of his own breath, looking beyond it, assuming it only a distortion so common within his sight. Did he need something? No, no, he merely needed to understand, to send back to hell; perhaps he would join. Worms began to writhe within his veins. The demon, twisted into almost incomprehensible darkness smiled at the sensation, a smile touching his scarred lips ever so slightly. His head tilted to the other side, the hole in his face twitching, almost pulsing as his heart rate began to slowly increase, his entire frame tensing, so much so that it almost looked painful as he began to tremble from it.

Every instinct was telling him to lunge at this hell-beast, to fight it, demon against demon. But he remained still. The monster frozen, head and voice and sight and hearing the only things working, controllable, or continuing in their normal patterns. "Why did you come from hell?" His lips lifted, stained teeth, a broken tooth being exposed to the frigid air fully. It made them ache. HELL, HELL, WE'RE FROM HELL, YOU'RE FROM HELL, YOU'RE GOING TO HELL, SHE'S FROM HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL, HELL. WE'RE ALL GOING TO HELL! The loudest one giggled, the voice swirling as if it were spinning in an uncontrollable wave of absolute joy and ecstasy.
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#5

Something was off about this one. Something that had her analyzing him more closely than she would usually bother. It was the way he was looking at her. It was not quite hostile, but it was quite clearly on the verge of it. Fighting to Aleera these days was more or less a waste of her time. A waste of her energy. All things put toward the one defining confrontation of her life was her singular goal...But sometimes there came those that got in her way. Sometimes there were those who thought she would submit to them. Merely by the mercy granted that all she crossed were nothing in her goal was the reason she didn’t tear the hides off as many as she knew she could - or should in most cases. This one though did not outright reek of the one who confused confidence with a domineering tendency. He didn’t come at her expecting her to cringe and lay down, he more or less was regarding her as a danger to him, when so far she had done nothing to provoke him. Glowing orbs ran over his form, determining for a moment the outcome should there be a fight - should the still air be filled with the sound of snarls and snaps. Of bones broken and flesh ripped. When the Dragon spoke to him his head tilted and from his jaws rolled a voice laced with a growl, not entirely unlike her own - but with an entirely different purpose. He called her a void creature before asking her why she chose to speak. This prompted Aleera to turn all the way so she was directly facing him, her form tall with no indication she was going to slink away like she suspected she aught to. You can take a woman’s title away, but you could not take away what an Empress was bred and born to be - she could no more deny what was in her blood than what haunted her thoughts.

”Because I choose to.” Her tone was growing irritated, unaware clearly that when he looked at her he wasn’t seeing her exactly. Or, maybe he was but what so relentlessly beat upon the walls of her mind was there for him too. Worse even, convincing him that she was an enemy when she had not proven to be quite yet. The pause that stretched between them had this small, almost unnoticeable grin finding its way to the male’s face before his entire frame tensed enough that the strain on his muscles had him trembling. He was showing signs of hostility and in response her own form began to take defensive measures. Such as her head lowering enough to align with her spine, jaws opening party not only to show her teeth but mostly to protect her throat - her once neutral tail rising in a display that spoke of her intention should he come at her. However, rather than him just outright attack her another question fell from his lips - asking her why she came from hell. It was an...odd question. It sort of caught her off guard. What the hell was wrong with this male? ”He can smell us on you.” Bajang seemed amused, but his laughter only made her ears rotate back - giving further sign that the other had better back off. She desired no fight but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t put him in the dirt if he chose to attack. ”Hell?” Aleera asked, her tone anything but friendly. ”The hell I come from is mortal made. Not that it is any of your business.”


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#6
Further, he spiraled, further and further from any real grasp of the situation. She was real - she was not fucking real. She was a mortal creature, not of the void - no, she was of the void. She showed no hostility towards him - they never do, but they always hurt. Back and forth, reason against disturbance, rationality against incomprehensible chaos, order, order, all life needed order, but he had no order, and he knew he had no order. The order was stolen, chaos, preferable to some, was not a tangible thing that he could survive on; the confusion tore his brain, melted it, smashed it against the confines of his skull, pulsing sickly against its membrane. Somewhere, somewhere deep something would snap, his eye flicked to the ice beside the creature, eyes peering up through the milky white at him, red, molten, a swirling evil that wished so desperately to come into such a mortal world.

A whimper escaped him, his tail tucking slightly, backing away from the thing lurking beneath the ice. His teeth bared, fearful aggression, all teeth showing behind pulled lips. Some void beings, he knew, were worse than others. The loudest one often overpowered the others, growling or snapping at them; they listened, fearful of such power. The onset of his visuals had shown the same sort of behavior - although he could tell some by simply looking. They bleed maliciousness, a malevolence beyond anything he had seen in the rational world, beyond anything that he could fully comprehend.

The beast below the surface of the ice meant pure evil, its entrapment beneath the ice only temporary. It would leak out, along with the water when it melted, it would permeate, it would taint and destroy, poisoning the very ground it would walk upon. He could fight the thing before him, but he could not, and would not fight the thing below the ice. Just once, and only once, would he be kind to one of the creatures that had tormented him for so long. "Off... The ice. Now, void creature. It will swallow you. It cannibalizes." He backed up from the ice, ears flicking forward, stiffening up, stopping their movement for a record time, as they focused only upon the deep reverberating snarl of the beast that shook his very core. The world around him seemed to shimmer at the sheer power of such a sound.

His brow scrunched, at the creature's words. "Void creatures do not speak. Not beyond ears that bleed for them. Bleed for them... Why do you speak, with a mouth that moves? Void creature, you do not speak without moving your mouth...?" What strange new breed was this? His eye narrowed slightly. ONE OF US, SHE IS ONE OF US, WE PROMISE, ONLY WE COULD CREATE SUCH HORROR, ONLY WE TORMENT SO BADLY. Was she a mortal creature..? Surely they would not keep one alive to live in so much pain. Were they that unmerciful..? Would he gain such visceral wounds when he finally collapsed beneath their weight and fell through the earth to burn, burn, burn? Had this one escaped..? AGGRESSION, SHE IS AGGRESSIVE, ALERT, ALERT, ALERT, ALERT, ALERT, ALERT. LOOK AT HER POSTURE, SHE WANTS TO HURT YOU! SHE WANTS TO HURT YOU! He growled again, a deep thing, a hateful thing. He had been kind to it, much kinder than they had ever been to him, much kinder than whatever had taken his soul for its unwilling mount had ever dreamed of being to him. "I show you kindness, warn you of the darker one beneath, grinning up from his cage, and you show aggression? Ungrateful void creature. You are all ungrateful." He snarled. The loudest gave a painfully loud cackle, causing him to flinch just slightly away from the side that it had originated on.

She spoke once more. His head started to shake, a normal motion at first, a clear 'no,' before he became stuck in the motion, his entire frame beginning to shift from side to side as his head kept going. A quiet groan came from his throat. "You are not mortal though," the confusion in his voice was clear. A pained look touched him for a moment, as he murmured, "what are you..?"

ONE OF US, SHE IS ONE... ONE... ONE... TWO. THREE. FOUR. FIVE. SIX. SIX. Static overtook them, filling his head with the deafening noise. Something had disconnected; someone had tripped upon the wire.

Signal is lost.


edit; Aleera it'd probably help if I tagged things like a normal effin' person
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#7

As it stood, all she saw was scarred male who came out of nowhere and began demanding answers of her to questions that made no sense. One might think that if the Dragon knew the true extent of how similar they were she may be convinced to forgive his transgressions - but you would be wrong. If she knew how plagued he was by his own demons and how he responded to them she would not feel sorry for him. He got to where he was because he let his weakness consume him. That is what demons did. They pour themselves over all mortal creatures - even the ones who could not see them in an effort to find a fracture. The smallest crack for them to leak into and destroy you from the inside out. It was weakness that addled his mind further than it was and Aleera had no patience for that sort of thing. Anyone who was stupid enough to allow demons to so consume them deserved every agony they beset upon them. She understood his plight more than most ever could because she too lived with it, but her demons did not control her - albeit not for lack of trying. She did not let them control her because she would not be controlled. They wanted their revenge as much as she did - well it took more than just an iron will to get it when you dealt with anomalies of the mind convinced they were anomalies of the spiritual world. In truth, neither realized it was just sickness. That although Aleera’s condition was more stable than his own, they were both exactly the same kind of weak...But it took personal understanding to see that sort of truth and both were quite incapable of it at the moment.

The burned dame watched the male turn his one good eye upon the eyes and as though he’d seen some terror, fear leaked obviously into his once dangerously approaching hostile appearance. Aleera did not falter however. She remained strong and defiant, not seeing in the ice what he did - it was just their reflections, although under it black tendrils moved like creeping snakes. A moment later the male made another demand. This one was more clear, accounting for action when he ordered her off the ice - for something cannibalized. Bajang laughed in the back of her mind, piercing her ears with its grating sound - enough to make Aleera shake her head in irritation. She was growing rather tired of this. The male began to back away, off the edges of the ice but Aleera remained defiant and kept her place. ”You give orders as though you have grounds to make them.” Her voice came forth again, eyes of fire falling upon the other with a white hot intensity. The threat of burning lingering in the cold air. ”You speak nonsense and I have no patience for your inane chatter.” She moved, claws leaving nasty grooves upon the ice as she turned to more clearly see the other who had moved. ”He can smell us. He can smell us. He can smell the demon. He can find it.” For a brief instant her anger with the other faded from her face and an astonished looked took it over with ease. This male could have the ability to track her blue eyed demon? Of course, Aleera weighed the option - perhaps not as long as she should have. ”He can not find it.” Her head turned slightly as though talking to someone at her side. Something she did not do often. ”I have tracked it well enough I do not need the aid of an imbecile.” Even if she had nothing to show for her efforts.

The male spoke of kindness, a creature in a cage beneath the ice, she showed aggression so she was ungrateful. ”Continue to pester me and I will show you the meaning of the word.” Remainder of twisted lips pulled back to reveal more of her teeth with a sharp, warning snap of her jaws. This was getting to be rather tiring. At that action however he shook his head no, but rather than stop he appeared to be stuck in the motion like trying to shake something with sheer force out of his brain. If there was a brain in that skull of his at all. He kept going and going before he announced as though it were fact that she was not mortal, and Bajang laughed again. ”He knows Dibbuk. You can not hide us.” Another growl, more terrible than the last ripped through her. ”I have nothing to hide! I am not the demon here! ...I am the one who kills them.”


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#8
He was painfully aware; his own weakness was not undeniable. He rolled belly up for such monsters, allowed them to destroy what they would, have all they would, molest the world for all that it was worth with his body, his body that he could not control beneath their influence; as if they were some drug. Something taken into the nasal cavity, beside the brain, his addiction undeniable - perhaps he secretly liked the loss of control. It showed something deep within, something battered, broken, but strong, willing to kill whatever stood between it and whatever carnal desire may have struck it. Feed. Fuck. Fight. Such simple needs; tweakers needed little after all to suffice their drug-only diet.

But perhaps he was not victim to such weakness; perhaps whatever evil lay deep within, whatever blackened the very center of his soul (one could argue that it tainted the fringes, but suppose such a theory hung true) was truly he as he was meant to be? His dissonance causing the vile creatures that he believed tormented him, but perhaps they were truly his friends. They whispered such beautifully vile things in ears so eager to listen, but so sick as to be turned away as if he were some saint in a world of heretics.

God can't help what hath betrayed him so.

Perhaps the weakness within was some lost soul that had possessed his body, taken refugee among something even hell didn't want; something created only by the void, to fulfill its desires as they come. What if he was truly a demon, rather than the cowering thing that ever showed itself, but not within the present? EAT HER FUCKING FACE. EAT IT LIKE YOU DID MOMMY'S! LET'S HAVE FUN! FUN! FUN! FUN! EAT. HER. Jaws salivated in response, another cranial tick to the side, an almost grotesque one-sided smile kissing itself upon his lips, trailing like a lover making their way down. Every trace of anything prior melted away, something with only a strange malevolence beginning to shine brightly within that single little sun.

Something spoke, using his voice, such emptiness that would have normally insinuated a complete dissociation from the world; everything gone, but no. His response was simple. "You act as if you cannot understand such nonsense. Void-bitch. See it within the twitch of an ear! See it. Hear it. It is what makes such a fire in you - it is what burned you. Was it there before? Was it there from birth? It made me play with mommy's insides." His words went from a hateful meaning to something of a strange childish glee. Poke a nerve! Entice a reaction. Fight. Bleed. Feed. One should hope that whatever circuit fried soon gets mended, for the world may not be ready for such a beast to be released fully, unfettered. The ice's screeching reverberated in his ears, filling the world as far as he was concerned. A growl rumbled, stance widening slightly, tail beginning to twitch, raising, hackles rising.

Ears flicked upon his skull at her words, her words which somewhere he knew were not directed to him. SHE SPEAKS! SHE SPEAKS! SHE IS ONE! SHE SPEAKS! WHY DOES SHE SPEAK?! WE HAVE NOT AUTHORIZED THIS! He eyed her, curiosity touching his eye, although his vision was filled with tendrils that slowly began to close in on her; visceral images playing on repeat within his mind, fluttering behind what he imagined was his missing eye. Something trailed up his leg, playing upon his chest, writhing into the faint hollows between his ribs. Was she speaking to him?

A monster did not know.

Molten orb was closed upon by narrowing eyelids. Ungrateful bitch. "Please do. It's been so long since I played." The monster spoke fully, pushing whatever scared worm there was far back within to a recess, to cower, to shiver and whimper and whine with the goddamned welp that constantly screamed its displeasure at its abandonment between his ears. One day, one day he would kill the fucking thing, throttle it between his jaws while squeezing ever so gently, ever so slowly until that ever satisfying crack silenced it and all there would be left would be the flopping of dead weight between bloodied jaws. A gleeful little noise ripped from his throat, a psychotic little giggle, a high pitched thing, before he spoke once more, in an ever taunting purr: "Come get me then." He grinned at her growl, and licked his lips. Such was a monster's method in his madness. His kindness would come back - perhaps - but for now, it was a darkness's playtime. It had a desire for something invigorating.

"Prove it then. Kill a demon. Free this fuck from its grasp, oh please, oh please! He begs! It's ever annoying when such monsters wish to play to be bothered by what could only be a conscious! Kill it. Rip it from me. Rip me from this body. Give me the joy of tearing your flesh, void-beast, oh self-professed demon killer!"


Aleera
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#9

Glowing hellfire eyes were growing harsher with each passing moment. What orbs used to regard all with a cold disinterest were growing heated - filled with the only emotion left her in her burned husk of a body. Rage. Anger and hatred were the only things that kept her going when everything she ever knew and loved was torn from her. Even her unborn child, helpless and innocent - taken before she even had a chance at life. He spoke to her again, his voice long having grown past annoying. Her temper teetering on the fine edge of her patience running thin with each word that fell from his bastard mouth. He questioned her. He kept saying she was from the void. How long had she been from that place. Tainted ivories were suddenly put on full display, showing their lethal use in the past as a growl ripped through her from - primordial and gut wrenching. A terrible sound. A sound to scrape across your bones. ”He knows. He knows. He knows.” The chanting started to try and rid herself of their shouting - to clear her mind she shook herself - her entire form before something in her snapped. ”Please do, it’s been so long since I played.” He wanted a fight? Her center of gravity lowered, her eyes narrowed, ears pinned back, and tail raising in defiant show of dominance. She would bring a war.

Whatever more the fool may have said was lost on her ears. Aleera was not one to rile easily, but in this case it would seem seeing similarities in herself was enough to bring out the Dragon’s full wrath. There was several feet of space between them when the dark woman launched herself full force with jaws fully splayed with every intention of snapping down anywhere upon his exposed neck. If aimed accurately she left herself open to minor and moderate damages to any place he could freely get his teeth. An apt concern for any veteran fighter, but it was also known by the wise that all battles came with injuries - it was just your job to make sure they were as minor as possible. The burned woman wasn’t so far gone that she didn’t realize the danger she was putting herself in, she remembered her training, she remembered herself - and she had no use of fear.

Round 1/3


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#10
The chaos that began to swirl within his mind, grey matter melting, turning to mush, liquid, the flow only staunched by the membrane of his ear drums. A pressure built, each heavy thump of a sawdust heart bringing increasing it; blood boiled within his veins, fire injected, the burn spurring forth an unfiltered rage. YOU'LL KILL HER. YOU'LL KILL HER! YOU'RE A MONSTER! MONSTER! ITS FUN TO BE A MONSTER. Hysterical laughter circled around his head, his lips peeling back in annoyance, a growl rumbling deep within his chest, his entire front half seeming to vibrate with the sound of the earth itself tearing open within him. His internal universe shook with a catastrophic cosmic scale stellar collapse, red giants collapsing in a string of reactions, pulling in, sucking themselves up, radiated explosions rolling out, joining with each other, poisoning the worlds within, soon to be sucked up into an all-encompassing blackness; the void itself seemed to be opening within him, a vacuum that intended to pull in all.

LET US PLAY, LET US PLAY! IT'S FUN, WE PROMISE, JUST LET US PLAY. LOSE YOURSELF, YOU'RE IN A FOG, LET OUT A MONSTER!

Audits scarred and ever moving strained forth, twitching against their unseen restraints at the void-creature's growl. There was a correction to be made: she was not a beast from the void, for the void resided within him, he was the void, the all-devouring, the factor of his own ruin. He resided only within a monster; the scared little bitch cowering within his mind's eye, shunned for its uselessness and pitifulness, a need for a kull turning all imagined eyes towards it; they bleed, as they closed in. Would it survive? Was the purity lost forever in the darkness that had so suddenly consumed him? Only time would tell, but for the present, the world was His playground, and before him was the most perfect of toys. She would give just as he so very well pleased; visceral flashes danced before his eyes, glitches, a high pitched ring playing all around him, coming from the air itself its pinpoint location incomprehensible. The greater beings looked down upon a beast, the two beasts rather, and grinned their immense tentacles writhing with the joy of the bloodshed that they knew was inevitable when two creatures - a demon and a demon hunter - came to play their wicked game within the dance of death.

Her stance changed, and he knew, some rational irrational part of him knew such signals. His body tensed, preparing for the impact he knew would soon ensue. Teeth were barred, jaws parted, saliva coming forth in a torrent that would soon turn to froth as the bloodlust would soon consume him; he would copulate with it, fuck it with a violent vigor. The bitch lunged, flinging herself forth with her full bulk. Her teeth met the base of his neck, teeth gripping into fur and flesh upon the curve of his shoulder blade, close to his chest, teasingly close to such an important vital trail in which the drugged liquid of his veins surged, spurred forth by each pounding heartbeat. His breath became ragged, and a snarl so loud it could have been a roar ripped from him, jaws of a monster snapping violently, aiming to grasp whatever it could with her proximity, a demon looking to seize tender flesh between enamel coated daggers. His nostril flared at the scent of his own blood, his frenzy beginning. Anything his jaws may have caught was subject to the sudden thrashing of his upper body, his full weight rolling with the movements, paws coming up to slash with travel ragged claws, hungry to rip what they may touch. His thrashing ripped his flesh from between her teeth, tearing a jagged rip no worse than he would have done to himself in a fit of assault upon him by his own fangs.

THE MORE THE MERRIER - PAINT THE FUCKING WHITE RED, IT MUST BE RED. RED. RED.

And thus it would be red.

He would obey their pleas.


Round: 1/3



Aleera
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45 Posts
7 Threads
5 Years
Female
Endomorph
Hybrid

Points: 15
#11

Bulky frame taut with hardened muscle worked like a well oiled machine. Her disadvantages she knew lay on nearly her entire right side. Power was made in exchange of speed, so already the Dragon was slower than most. However though she lived through the traumatic experience that left her so disfigured it did not come without its own downsides. Often times the flesh there prohibited movement freely and the lack of sight on that side was most certainly an issue. Being that she herself was the larger contender in the fight this annoying wretch who spurned her to such a rare occasion would likely be the faster one - yet he stood his ground when he may have very well had time to move. The burned Empress’ fangs found purchase on the bastards lower neck, dangerously close to a vital organ. If cut - he bled out. Another life she snuffed out with no remorse.

Like an iron trap she held him, smashing the full force of her weight against him in the act that left scuffle marks in the dirt and ice. Vicious snarls rang into the once still air - the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth when suddenly the other seemed to not be without his own measure of strength. He began to trash, the awkward way in which she pressed against him preventing his teeth from finding a target at first. She could feel the tips of his fangs graze over her fur and skin - drawing blood for sure but minor cuts at best. That is, until a rip vibrated through her entire jaw like pulling the flesh from a newly killed carcass. In that instant Aleera realized his frantic jerking about had done more damage than she could have done on her own - tearing free an entire portion of flesh and fur alike from his body and ultimately freeing him from her grasp.

The sudden release made the Dragon lurch forward slightly, revealing more of her left side to him before moment that followed filled with a searing and familiar pain. His teeth bit down hard upon her shoulder and when he got a hold of it there a furious jerking of his head, sinking his teeth deeper and ripping open the puncture marks. Lacerations were sure to form once this was over - but Aleera was not finished with him yet. Her defenses remained the same - her tail high to maintain balance, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. The new proximity put before her access to the back of his neck shoulders - something you never let a larger opponent get to in her experience. While his fangs tore into her muscled shoulder and his claws raked at her underside the dark female opened her now blood stained jaws - have spat out the clump of fur and useless flesh moments prior to aim a more well directed attack. Her target was not so much the scruff of his neck so much the vital bone underneath. To help attain that mark she used the power in her legs to combat his weight, jumping slightly so that either the up or down motion would nearly ensure she got her desire.


Round 2/3

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2 Threads
Four years
Male
Endomorph
Gemini

Points: 21
#12
Such a blatant disregard for one's own life occurred only when blood was the only purpose; a taste, the need to feel such a slickness beneath paws, to hear its squelch as teeth teased it from the meat of which it provided vital oxygen. The bitch's weight against his shoulder drove him further and further into disorganized frenzy. LOOSE CONTROL, LOOSE ALL CONTROL, LET US CONTROL YOU, YOU REMEMBER THE ECSTASY? THE ORGASM? LET US, LET US, LET US. LET US MAKE YOU SWOON. ALL YOU HAVE TO GIVE US IS A LITTLE BLOOD - LET IT LUBRICATE WHATEVER YOU NEED TO MOLEST. FUCK IT.

The chunk of his own flesh that was suddenly removed only angered him; bodily chemicals, and whatever cord had fallen from its socket allowed him to give it no mind, acknowledging the sting. His first impulse was to turn on himself and rip furthermore from his bones. He moved despite the numbness that was overtaking his leg; nerves severed, the ragged wound oozing its crimson liquid, drenching the fur around it, staining it so beautifully. Each movement brought its own sick sound that caused him to drool, froth beginning to form on various places of his mouth. He could see some streaks against the she-wolf's fur, he could see where his teeth had cut.

His frenzied movements finally caught a goal, his head lashing from side to side, her life's liquid sloshing out into his jaws. His jaws tried to clench ever tighter, his goal to rip from her like she had ripped from him. Mark for mark, without such what would be the fun? Her teeth sunk into his shoulders. Rage filled him, his bulk beginning to move forward, jaws gnashing at her hind leg, circles being formed as he tried to both catch such fragile bone and as he tried to shake her teeth that were slowly placing pressure points upon his own bones, holes forming within flesh, muscle, something he could not rip, lest he wished to lose proper use of his legs.

His body began to buck, twisting, turning, shaking. He couldn't quite reach his target, although his head brushed her side in his turning. He went for the flesh between her ribs and hip, aiming to grasp anything from the fragile skin that held all the sand within, something if punctured upon himself that would only release a black hole to the world. Let it happen. Let it happen, and let the world be fucked by whatever tore its way from his body. Let the world experience the Void, the Void as he experienced it, as he felt it; let them ravage like the horsemen, their sadistic glee would be obvious at the suffering, the pain, the genocide. He had no further function outside of the heat of the moment though. He felt her rocking; he dropped slightly, squaring himself, tensing like a gator about to roll. He gave one last throw of his head, hoping to find some kind of purchase before he pitched himself hard to the side, rolling, having every intention to pin her beneath his own bulk, knowing that it would leave sensitive regions vulnerable.

Anything to taste what he so desired though, no matter the cost. This time though, he did not rip fully a chunk of his own flesh from his body, the area was ragged though, coated in his blood. His body twisted once more, teeth closing, a loud echoing crack that rattled his skull; it either was the air being forced from between his jaws, or his teeth had caught something.


round: 2/3
Using one of the little boosts here, in that he isn't quite feeling everything yet.



Aleera
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45 Posts
7 Threads
5 Years
Female
Endomorph
Hybrid

Points: 15
#13

The struggling continued, vicious and feral - blood thick on her tongue and hot in her nose. At least the fight, the clarity of battle pushed the voices of those beasts at bay. Here she ruled. Here she was impervious to their tampering. They would not control her as they controlled this scared bastard. As the pair of them struggled against one another Aleera felt the male’s teeth release the moment her own teeth found their target - grabbing hold of the thick roll of fur and extra skin that all wolves had protecting the back of their neck and shoulders. This hold would not grant her the terrible amount of damage she would like to do - no...this was just the prelude. Whatever was wrong with this male, lost in a seizure of his own thoughts and whipping around with such ferocity with no care for his own being had to have at this point made him substantially more tired than she. Not to mention the larger wound he had helped her in creating in his flesh - more of his blood painting the ice than her own. He thrashed about at her side, her ears could hear him snapping - feel him reaching. His head was lower than her back, he was looking to get to her soft stomach. Not today.

With a well practiced ease that years prior was drilled into her with relentless fever for the crown the burned Empress’ hind quarters jumped to the side - getting her side away from his jaws. This placed Aleera perpendicular to the scared male, her teeth gripping harder, muscled frame tensing in its entirety. The coiling and managed balance of the veteran fighter turned her into a stone when he jerked against her for a second. In that second he may feel like something smacked into his throat when Aleera called upon her all her strength in a power slam. Her greater weight, strength, and height combined into a culmination of jerking him off his front paws entirely - upsetting his balance and putting him entirely at the Dragon’s mercy. His snapping jaws meant for nothing when his back hit the ground. With the deed done she moved like the strike of a viper when it felt threatened - lethal teeth blood stained and wanting went for the throat.

Yelps and snarls. Bites and blood. The thick fur of his coat protected him well enough, and his thrashing made it hard to get the correct bite and each time she had to find better purchase tore fur and flesh alike. The burned woman knew a thing or two about maiming that even this male with his frenzied state would not soon forget. It was not her intention to stop, her bigger frame bearing down upon him without mercy - death was imminent. Then a lucky swipe of claw over her face, raking her over her good eye interrupted her attempts. Aleera jumped back shaking her head with a growl before she opened her eye to look, stinging from the droplets of blood that reached her one working orb. She was ready to continue, but it did not appear she would have to. The demon may not have died, but he learned the strength of the demon slayer today. A lesson he should not soon forget.

Round 3/3 || Dodge; Used || Power up; Strength; Used


Bjagvar
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