His last revenge [Draeg Only]

[† Demon †]

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Weeks had gone by since the disppearence of Markaz, and yet, Demon hadn't even begun to recover. As sunlight hit the valley, she would crawl away into the deepest of shadows and sleep away her problems; only to arise at the darkest of midnight to stalk the shadows- the way she had once done as a cub.

Still, heat bore down in the midnight atmosphere. The full moon spilt crystals of light atop the ebony femme's pelt- orbs of pure green sparkling with madness, and rage. Her chest pelted in and out as she stood silent and still within the thorns and nettles of the borders. Dead flowers bowed at her feet, along with stains of blood from were Demon's rage had been taken to herself, not a nearby tree or rock.

Glancing around, this crazed female could not break away a placid, yet cruel grin that stole her lips. Tonight had been strange, and somewhat agonizing. And, luckily enough, only she knew why. Turning her midnight head to face what looked like a pile of leaves, she let a cold chuckle pass her lips. "Soon," she growled quietly, a darkness like no other upon her tone, "Soon, we shall see who is the weaker species." Smiling secretly, her muscles tensed; hackles risen fully- letting her gain a few more inches in height, not that she needed it. She was already one of the tallest wolves in the valley- taller than any female she'd come across so far, and most of the males too.

Lifting her head toward the direction of the Balkar terrains, she again gave an icy laugh. "Serg," she whispered, "Oh, poor little Serg- give it a few suns and your little pack of brats won't know whats hit them..." And, again, for some strange reason, she glanced at the pile. Yet, as the moonlight shifted- it all came clear. There, within the pile, lay a small shimmering ball of ebony fur. A cub it seemed.

He was blind, and deaf- yet now Demon had found her revenge. Love him? Not a chance. Train him, teach him, cause everyone agony? Certainly. Her time had come. Yet, Demon knew, deep down, that this wasn't planned. This was just Markaz's last revenge- giving her something she hadn't wanted, giving her something she had to love- giving her something she could not kill... not yet at least.

And, with a heavy sigh, the femme bent her neck down, and reluctantly ran her pink tongue across the body of the newborn. "Someday," she breathed, her tone dripping with evil. "Someday, you will be a Dragga... my little Lestat..."

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[Draeg]

In the pale light of the moon two figures tore across the landscape, locked in a game of predator and prey. The hind had proven more capable than her pursuer had originally given her credit for, taking the hunt all the way from the forest of Deor to the valley of Koran. However her pursuer didn’t notice, he was completely focused on the task at hand. He knew that hunt was drawing to a close, it was only a matter of time now. The hind was tiring, she had hardly rested in over two days and her pursuer had stalked her mercilessly every step of her journey, separating her from the herd and gradually wearing her down with each attempt to bring her down until she finally threatened to collapse from exhaustion. And yet despite his own weariness the hunter pressed on, driven by hunger and the most primal desire to feast upon his prey’s flesh. Pulling his lips back into a feral snarl he came forward with a sudden burst of speed and ended the chase with a quick flash of his fangs.

Draeg slowly made his way toward the boarder of Koran, dragging the lifeless form of the hind he’d caught behind him along the ground. The hunt had been long and hard but Draeg had emerged victorious, unfortunately he had entered another packs territory uninvited and Draeg knew that both his kill and his life were in jeopardy as long as he remained within the packs boundaries. If he wanted to make it out alive he would have to vacate the premises as soon as possible, but it was difficult with the hind clamped firmly in his jaws and Draeg was often forced to stop and catch his breath before continuing. Thankfully he hadn’t wandered too far into the area so he hadn’t far to go, upon reaching the pack boundaries he stopped and allowed himself to take another quick break before continuing, hiding himself within the dense thicket surrounding the valley less he be spotted by any of the local residence. Once inside Draeg released his kill and immediately tore into it, ripping into the stomach and gorging himself on the soft intestine and other entrails in an attempt to slate his hunger. The sounds of someone speaking nearby prompted him to stop his feeding, fearing that he had been discovered Draeg lifted his now bloodied muzzle from hind and adopted a defensive stance ready to defend himself from Koran’s wrath if need be only to discover that the speaker wasn’t directing her attention toward him. Curious Draeg poked his head out from the brush and quickly surveyed the area, his amber eyes stopping on a lone figure standing in the moonlight amidst the thicket. As he studied the varg further Draeg suddenly lifted his tail in recognition. It was Demon. But what was she doing so far away from the rest of Koran at this hour? Had she fallen into another sate of insanity? Worried Draeg padded out into the open and began making his way over to the black she-wolf, his kill completely forgotten. He made sure to approach carefully, not wanting to accidentally incur Demon’s wrath by surprising her. Draeg stopped several feet away from Demon and gave out a low whine as not to startle her. “Greetings Demon…it’s been awhile. May I enter? I ask Larka’s Blessing.”

[† Demon †]

crappy post- sorry xx
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A smile touched her lips; one filled with amusement and pleasure. Turning, she already knew the vistor at hand- a sense was found inside her mind even before he'd taken paws upon the land. As optics flashed dangerously, she could not help but scoff at his words.

"Larka?" she hissed, chuckling. "Such blessings do not need to be asked. The dead is the dead- end of story." Taking refuge atop her ebony haunches, she never once removed her gaze from the newcomer. "So," she breathed, "What may I ask do you want of me?" Pausing, she diverted her gaze sharply to the smaller ebony wolf beside her. "To see the bringer of death," She smirked, her eyes now fixed on the awoken cub.

He yelped blindly, seeking milk from his mother. Rolling her eyes with annoyance, the femme sunk down into a laying status- her teats now in full view- and a small pile of fur stumbling towards them.

Glancing up at Dreag, she smirked- absorbing the shock that would hopefully appear on this male's facade. "His name," she purred, loving the whole situation already, "Is Lestat..."

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[Draeg]

Draeg pulled back slightly upon hearing Demon hiss, unsure of whether he had made a mistake in coming or not. However he relaxed upon seeing the black fae seat herself though her ominous gaze never left him. It had been nearly two moons since Draeg had last seen Demon, they had gone there separate ways after spending the night together within the sanctity of the stone den off in the mountains. Draeg had decided it be best not to see the scarred femme until after he worked out his own problems, it was during that time that he had fled to the mountains and gone into exile in hopes of finding a way to solve his current predicament. However his journey had been in vain and after nearly a moon of living in the harsh Carpathia he had finally returned to the land below, taking refuge in the Vale of Shadows for a time before finding out that both his mate, Cwen, was heavy with pups. Draeg was going to be a father. As he stood looking at Demon Draeg wondered how she had been faring during his absence, the last time Draeg saw her she had been shattered and broken, her break up with her mate, Markaz, having affected her deeply. But that was moons ago, now she stood proud and strong as she had been when Draeg first met her though one could see the telltale signs of insanity her lime green eyes.

Before Draeg could say anything a mewling cry split the night air, breaking the silence and causing the amber varg to leap back in surprise. He hadn’t seen the makeshift den Demon had made nor had he noticed the tiny pup sleeping silently at her feet, so it was no surprise that when he turned his amber gaze toward the mewling newborn that he recoiled in surprise and jumped back. “By the gods!” He gasped. A cub, she had given birth to a cub! A wave of nausea suddenly enveloped Draeg and he felt as though he would pass out at any given minute, thoughts of his night together with the black she-varg and how they had mated beneath the in the pale moonlight flooded his mind and he couldn’t help but wondered if this cub was the end result of their moment of lust. He watched in silence as Demon laid herself flat on the ground and allowed the tiny creature to clasp on to one of her teats and begin suckling, he continued to down stare at the soft black form of the pup even as the mother spoke to him. Lestat. She had already named him. Draeg couldn’t help but stagger back onto his haunches, still in shock over the severity of the situation. Taking another look at Lestat he turned his gaze up toward Demon, ignoring the fact that she appeared to be enjoying the shocked expression on Draeg’s face. “Is…” he stuttered. “Is he mine?”

[† Demon †]

bad post. ugh!
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Demon could not help the laughter. A large bellow of cruel, and mocking laughter split the silence. Her optics flashed cruelly. "By the name of Wolfbane, No!" she growled, still laughing silently. "He is the last revenge set by my darling Markaz- yet I must say is a gift in the most perculiar of ways. He shall rule strong, and stand true. The beast to wreak lives none-the-less," She paused, shifting her form slightly , as the cub moved away from her teats.

"Yet," she continued, "You have no right to breathe words of tonight. For the valley's nosiness, he shall be known as an orphan- taken under my wing. If known as my spawn, he shall not enter the brat pack," She paused- a flare of anger in her optics as she fully well meant the Balkar at this point. "Do you promise?" she snarled, her muscles tightening.

Silence came in. She grew irrate. She snarled. "I said," she hissed, "Do you promise?"

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[Draeg]

Draeg was hyperventilating, just knowing that there was a chance Demon could’ve sired his son threw the amber wolf’s world into chaos. How could he have let this happen? He had just gotten his life back together, he was preparing to go see Firefly any day now and he had just started his life with Cwen. Most importantly Draeg had learned that the silver-gray she wolf was pregnant with his cubs and that he was going to be a father, Cwen would never forgive him if Lestat proved to be his latest betrayal. The amber wolf could feel the contents of his stomach threatening to spill from his muzzle and the pain in his chest returned once more, and without any of his herbs to still the pain Draeg was forced to bear it all in silence.

Demon’s laughter broke the awkward silence and Draeg couldn’t help but cast her a stern glare, the amber varg found no humor in the situation. Didn’t Demon realize the repercussion that could eventually result in the birth of the child? Had she really gone insane? An angry snarl threatened to pass Draeg’s muzzle, however it quickly dissipated upon hearing Demon’s words. So Lestat was not of his blood but rather of Markaz’s, the amber varg’s jaw dropped and he stared at his companion in surprise. A wave of relief flooded over him as he realized that his fears had been unfounded though he couldn’t help but let out an annoyed growl as the black fae continued to find her amusement at his expense. “I find no humor in this.” He grumbled, his pride somewhat hurt by her cruel response.

Cautiously he padded closer to Demon, lowering his gaze down to the tiny pup at her side and staring at it in awe. Draeg became entranced and thoughts of Cwen and his upcoming litter filled his mind, would his cubs be like this when they were born, blind and deaf. Demon’s words shook Draeg from his reprieve and brought him back to the present, the black fae seemed irritated and as he stood listening to her he could see that she was serious about not letting anyone know the truth about her son’s origins. A thought suddenly popped into the amber varg’s mind, his attention still completely focused on Lestat’s tiny form when he spoke.

“Cease your snarling Demon, I heard you the first time. By Garm, you sound as though you have high hopes for this little one and yet at the same time it seems that you didn’t want him.” He growled, seating himself back on his haunches and continuing to eye the pup. “Revenge? Ha! Is it possible that this is Markaz’s last gift to you? I don’t know what you have planned for little…Lestat here, but it sounds like you have already decided his life for him.”

Draeg averted his gaze from Lestat and looked up at his mother, his amber eyes glowing a bluish white in the moonlight as he bore into Demon’s own lime optic’s. “Before I promise you anything, Demon, tell me, did Markaz know that you were carrying his child? Does he know that he has a son?”

[† Demon †]

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I have to admit, I am somewhat proud of this post - I'm trying out a new style of posting [yet, trying to still have the -Demon- look to it as well.] What do you think? =] [/glow]
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Demon's optics narrowed briefly - yet to restrain buried anger, she glanced at the skies above her, the reflection ever so beautiful in her dark, and poisonous orbs. They sparkled cruelly, yet a love so strong could be found underneath their masks - a love for this unplanned cub, a love she did not want.

Auds twitched, as words upon words flowed from the male's mouth. Demon was captivated by the way he spoke - his tone so quiet, yet stern as ever. Smiling, she returned her gaze to look upon the speaker - yet he was a blurr. There, instead of the facade of Draeg, lay the face of Markaz. Snarling, she looked away again - a cool, summer breeze whipping at her pelt, and a stirring pain in her gut from the pregnancy of yesterday's sunlight.

"Oh, heavens no,"

Her words were quick to roll off her tongue. Filled with a soft, and light emotion - kindness perhaps? Smiling, she shook her head, and turned her attention to her newborn. Leaning down, she ran her soft, pink tongue over his fur - admiring how he resembled her, yet still held that memory of Markaz deep within. "Markaz has left the valley's walls," Her heart grew heavy as the words continued to flow - her mind blank, drinking away at her sadness like a drug, the drug she had become sourly addicted to.

"He may be gone for a while - so the answer to your questions are clear, my dearest Draeg," A pause came at this point. The ebony beast again looked atop her - rippling sky causing her to briefly go into a world of her own. That same old scent flowed through her mind, the scent of Markaz - which dare she admit it, still clung to her pelt like an undying mist. "Now," The silence was broken again - the femme had returned to reality.

"Any other questions ?"
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[Draeg]

Upon hearing Demon’s response to his question Draeg shook his head sadly and sighed, he was saddened to her answer for he knew it meant that neither Demon nor Markaz had resolved the problems and reconciled. Even worse, it meant that Lestat would probably never even know his father. When Draeg had left Demon in the stone den all those moons ago he had hoped the scarred feme would make amends with her mate and that they would resume their life together, but now, like them, he was beginning to think that their love was just not meant to survive. Draeg could see that Demon still cared for her mate though she didn’t want to admit it, her eyes held the same sense of love and longing that his had for both Cwen and Firefly during his self exile. A moment of silence came upon them only to be broken by the sound of Demon’s voice, looking out into the vast horizon the amber wolf thought for a moment before answering her. “Yes. There are.” He nodded solemnly. “What do you have planned for the cub, for it seems his future has been predestined? And what do you plan to do? Your world has changed so much in these past moons, how do you intend to survive?”

[† Demon †]

Bad post - writers block -_- sorry.

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His words seemed true - her world had changed so much in the last moons passed. Yet, to the mind of one so torn up and so bitten by insanity - she saw nothing wrong in the way's she'd chosen to live now. She would move on, she would fight for her right to survive - and if fate didn't like it, she cared not. Letting orbs of green glance over the horizon, the beauty of it all shone immensely inside her pupils. Upon hearing a small yelp, they dilated slightly - unwanted motherly instincts kicking in. Looking atop the small male's form, she sighed - taking his form into her jaws and placing him between Draeg and herself. Smiling briefly, her eyes traveled back up toward the form of Draeg - her words stuck in her throat as she thought for a moment about the varg she'd met not so long ago - Nocturnia. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of seeing him again, wondering how far their friendship would go. Secretly, friends was not enough. She wanted more. Much more.

"He will grow. Grow to resemble that form I so much missed a few moons ago. Yet, he will not take pathways of good and honest - he will do what he is going to be trained to do. Kill all those who oppose this family, destroy the lives of those who destroyed ours. He will make our world safer - for I am not strong enough to do so these days. I will just merely be the one to guide him in his doings. That is his destiny. Like it or not..."

Her words were sharp, and cold. A glare settling inside her optics. She was looking directly at the form opposing her now - the form of Draeg. Watching him, she thought about how much she'd kill to rewind time, not fall into his paws and ruin what she had. The happiness she had. Yet, deep down such a thing was impossible and so with a heavy heart she would move on - learn from regret and mistake. Making sure that it would never happen again.

"As for my survival, I am hated, a mere spark of insanity in every vargs mind - they think not of me whilst they bury themselves in a happiness that will not last forever. They do not even remember I exist - so whilst I linger in shadows of darkest moons, they shall sleep. Our worlds will not clash - neither shall our jaws."

She found meaning in these words - a meaning she could have done so with many suns ago, suns before her former lover left the lands, and set about his death atop mountains of rock and snow. Glancing over to them, she felt as though she could picture his death - feel his pain that coursed to violently in her veins. Shuddering, she turned back to the male who'd - for some unknown reason - crossed the Koran borders. If feeling up to it, the femme could rightfully strike him down for trespassing. Yet, she knew not what was right, yet what was best for her. She needed his support in raising her seed - and if he rejected her thoughts of promising secrecy and undetection, well then she would have a brilliant reason to kill him - and all she'd need to do was blame it on trespassing. Oh, how she adored the way her little mind worked.

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[Draeg]

Still looking out into the horizon Draeg found himself listening intently to her words, turning his head slightly upon hearing Lestat yelp helplessly. He couldn’t help but smile as Demon placed the tiny pup next to him, draping his exceedingly large bushy tail over Lestat’s silky form and allowing him to use it as a toy. He continued playing with the newborn, allowing the cub to bite his tail and become entangled within his bushy tassel, even after hearing Demon’s words the amber wolf’s attention was still focused on her son.

“I see, you intend for him to become a warrior. But instead of defending the weak and innocent you plan to use him to exact vengeance upon those who’ve wronged you, yet how he can make the world safer if all he does is destroy? Demon, all I have heard you say tonight is how you planned for your son to destroy those that oppose you and rule over those that will submit, I have not heard you say that you love him once. You must love him, train him if you must but let him be a cub for a while. He deserves to have that chance, don’t take it away from him. If anything it will make him more loyal to you.”

Looking over at Demon the amber wolf spied her glaring at him, pain and regret clearly visible in her lime green eyes and Draeg instinctively knew that she was thinking about Markaz. Draeg couldn’t help but pin his ears guiltily as she began speaking once again, sensing that she somehow blamed him for the destruction of her relationship with her mate and all the pain she had suffered. Although Draeg knew that Demon’s relationship with Markaz had already been in disrepair the night he had taken her and that she had been the one to seduce him and not the other way around, the amber wolf couldn’t help but feel that perhaps in some way he had destroyed both their lives in failing to restrain himself in a moment of passion. Once again he had betrayed someone he cared for, with no way to set things right Draeg wondered how much Demon hated him for interfering in her life. “Tell me Demon, do you blame me for what happened to you?” he sighed, averting his gaze and looking down at the ground before speaking again. “I will not tell anyone of the child, I owe you that much at least.”

[† Demon †]

Sorry, really lacking motivation today -_- *smacks self* Bad Demon ^.^'
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The beast looked at Draeg constantly as his words flew pointlessly through her auds, and out into the rubbish bin. She cared not for the cub at this precised moment- for he was newborn, a meaningless corpse to her graveyard of a mind. She glanced down during silence, watching how Draeg played mindlessly with her cub, and for some unknown reason she felt a stab of guilt - guilt that she could use this pathetic, and youthful little thing as a death threat. Yet, a soon as that thought had sunk into the corners of her twisted thinking place, she snorted and dared not think such a stupid thing again.

Looking back toward Draeg's lighter form, she felt a sharp anger flaming inside her. She had caught his second set of words instantly, they buried themselves deep into her heart. How could she not blame him? After all, Markaz had clearly stated that if those events hadn't occurred, there could have been a fighting chance for their relationship. Sighing, the ebony beast knew she was on rocky ground. One honest opinion could bring down an entire friendship. Lifting her dark form from the ground, she padded softly over to the form opposing her. Sitting beside his lighter toned pelt, she felt their fur brush - flashbacks playing on her mind, she almost shuddered. Wincing within the closures of her mind, she wanted to throw up. Memories of the night that torn out her heart and left it to pump it's last beats repeated over and over again; making her dizzy and light-headed for many seconds.

Looking over toward the mountains, she admired how the pregnant moon touched the peak of the tallest one; the one that Demon had said her goodbyes to Markaz atop. Dragging her sorrows away from the past, she knew it was time to concentrate on the present. Looking through, or rather dead at Draeg's orbs, she shook her head proudly - letting a smile, forced of course, play over her ebony lips.

"I would never blame you for such a thing. You are a true friend to me, and what happens in the depths of the castle was just a mere accident - it wouldn't have made any difference if that hadn't happened... Me & Markaz just... weren't lovers anymore..."

Keeping a smile atop her facade, it was hard for the femme to control herself. Even talking about such an event turned her insides over and into knots. She felt her fury, her insanity - yet kept it behind locked doors for the moment. Looking down at the wriggling ball of black fur that had stumbled over to her form, she could not help but smirk at the thought that this rat could ever turn into a killer - yet, time would tell. Yes, it definitely would.

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[Draeg]

When Demon didn’t answer him right away Draeg knew that he had the answer to his question, she did indeed blame him for Markaz abandoning her along with everything else that had happen to her over the last moon. Doing his best to mask his pain he returned his attention back to Lestat, dangling his tail in front of the pups nose and pulling it away each time he tried to grab it in his mouth. Hearing Demon sigh he perked his ears slightly but continued playing with Lestat, stiffening slightly when he felt her soft pelt brush against his briefly as she sat next to him and flooded his mind with memories of that night not so long ago when everything had between them had changed. Turning his gaze over to the new mother he found her staring deeply into his eyes, her own teal green ones somewhat boring into him as she shook her head an forced a smile to her lips. Despite what she said Draeg could sense her anger and the fury she held for him, he would not let himself believe a lie he knew was intended for his sake. Perhaps maybe hers as well. Rising to his feet and averting his gaze from Demon the amber wolf stood looking out into the distant horizon, his amber eyes locked on the forest Deor which lay not to far from Koran. “Don’t lie to me Demon, I know you blame me for what happened. I can see it in your eyes. For what reasons you try to hide it I don’t know but I would prefer an honest answer opposed to a meaningless lie. I must be going soon, I have my own family to tend to now, but first I must feed. I will always be watching over you and the child, even if you don’t always see me. Remember what I told you and take care of Lestat, he’s the last tie you have to Markaz now so you might as well learn to love him for he is a gift.” With that Draeg set off, padding back over to where he had left his kill and pulled it out before burying his head into the dead hind and ripping away at the carcass.

[† Demon †]

Sorry - busy life at the moment -_-
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A poisoned orb flickered at the sight of fresh meat. It felt like suns of starvation to any varg if they didn't eat for more than a few suns - yet, this ebony femme had gone without food for longer than the average expectation. Heavily in birthing stages, and weak without a mate by her side, she had laid in this area waiting for a solution to find her - one which hadn't appeared anytime soon. With a quick shift of her paws, the black beast padded softly over to Draeg - the dark cub now resting firmly in her jaws.

"You may watch over us Draeg - yet, little can be done for how this cub is brought up. You might want him to follow the ways of Tratto, but in heart, he holds the same stubborn ways of his father - little is known on what he'll do when he grows... bigger and stronger than me. More cruel than the Balkar altogether, and undoubtedly filled with charm and charisma leveled higher than the mountains.... It is unpredictable at this time. Yet, one thing is for sure - he won't make the same mistakes as me, he won't fall in love...."

Her words were cold, yet they were filled with a wisdom brought on by experiencing the worst life could give to her. She had seen friends and family perish, she had felt the icy grasp of insanity on her hearts, and now, now she had felt the true power of heartbreak - if there was anything else life was willing to throw at her, she would be ready. She would face it alone - after all, pain only makes the mind stronger, right?

Sighing, she looked atop orbs of orange flames for a moment or two. Yet, she could not disguise that instinctive hunger inside her form. Little spots of dribble could be spotted on the corners of her mouth - the signs of true hunger. The sound of rumbling was quiet yet there - if one could hear it at close level anyway. She had muscles though, which had given her the look of a strong, and healthy female. It wouldn't have mattered if it didn't though, for she hadn't seen or heard from a single soul, save Draeg on this night. She was lonely, secluded - and without a doubt, ready to snap into her blind rage any time soon.

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[Draeg]

A feral gleam appeared in Draeg’s eye and suddenly all the kindness and compassion seemed to vanish as he opened his huge jaws and plunged his teeth into the still warm flesh of the hind with a snarl. The bloodlust had taken a hold of the young varg causing his eyes to dilate with unbridled anger though oddly enough he seemed to find some pleasure in ripping into the dead lera, soon his muzzle was drenched with gore as the sticky blood of the herla clung tightly to his facial fur. It had been a few days since Draeg had lasted eaten, he was hungry, with so much to tend to at Deor and with his new family the amber varg barely found any time to rest or relax nowadays. Not that he didn’t mind, but there were times in which Draeg just wished to find a secluded spot and sleep the day away. However at the moment he had a job to do, once he was done feeding he would have to return to his in the woods and tend to his family, the food in his belly would also be used to support his own cubs if they were ready to begin consumption of the semi-solid meal when he offered it, he would also need the rest of the carcass to feed both Cwen and Huts who at the moment were incapable of hunting for themselves thanks to Serg. He gave out a furious snarl as Demon suddenly appeared beside him but did nothing to provoke his friend, the bloodlust may have had its hold on him but Draeg knew that he was still a guest in Koran and as such Demon had superiority over him so long as he remained in its boarders.

“You control the pup’s fate at the moment, he may hold the same stubbornness that runs through his fathers veins as well as yours but if tempered properly he could grow to show compassion instead of cruelty as Tratto did. It is possible that he could learn the difference between right and wrong and learn to make his own path, perhaps it will not be the path you have chosen for him but the fact of the matter is that is really no more your choice to make than it is mine.” When he heard her final statement Draeg suddenly burst out into a fit of hysterical laughter, nearly choking on his meal and sending flecks of blood flying from his stained muzzle and dribbling onto the ground with each movement that he made. “You joke! No one, not even the gods themselves, can keep that from happening, you should know that! If that were possible then the two of us would have been spared a great deal of grief this past moon. You may not want him to fall in love but Garm willing one day he’ll run into a femme that’ll tame him like no one else could. Just wait and see, if it happened to us then it'll happen to him. It’s only a matter of time.”

Demon may have believed her words were those ones of an experienced femme but in reality they were the words of a fool, one who had been wounded in the past and had never truly recovered and as such had succumbed to the pervading darkness rather than resist it. The scarred femme may have considered herself a member of Koran and a part of a family but in Draeg’s eyes she was as he had been, a Kerl within her own pack desperately seeking the company of others to ease her loneliness and give her bitter life some meaning. The amber wolf knew what it was like to face world alone, however unlike his friend Draeg hadn’t had a choice, he had left his pack in a fit of rage only to be captured by man and carried across the great sea, he had suffered through his own trials before escaping back into the wilds of the wilderness but never once had Draeg allowed himself to become as Demon was now, even during his exile when everything seemed so hopeless he had clung to life and his sanity, relying heavily on his son for comfort before turning to Mayan. One could not survive alone in this world for very long, and those who managed it Draeg knew to become incredibly bitter and discontent with their lives. He hoped Demon would find her way soon, knowing full well that he would not always be able to be there for her.

Their eyes locked and they stared at each other for a moment, amber peering deeply into emerald. A moment passed and Draeg noticed suddenly noticed the hungry look in Demon’s eyes, she was salvering, flecks of drool could be seen dribbling down to the ground from the side of her. Despite her healthy, muscular appearance there was no telling when Demon had last fed, it was possible that her hunger could have been amplified since giving birth to Lestat and with no one around to watch the cub it was impossible for the dark furred femme to leave her son and hunt for herself without risking endangering her new meal ticket. “You know…” Draeg began, turning his attention back toward his killed. “If you’re hungry then you are more than welcome to help yourself.” Moving slightly to the side and making room for his companion Draeg motioned for Demon to join him, patting the ground beside him with his long bushy tail. Perhaps he could stay for a few more hours, at least until Demon decided that she wanted to be alone and sent him away.

[† Demon †]

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The ebony form rippled angrily under its pelt - this femme felt angry, and bitter. She knew not why, but did not really care to know. Placing the cub atop the ground before her, she tried to ignore the yelps and barks that departed from his maw. Looking toward Draeg, she caught sounds of laughter. Her optics thinned coldly, her muscles quivering with a state of rage within. Stepping slightly forward, a thought restrained her. She was lonely - a forgotten member of this pack, due to her own actions. She needed Draeg more than anything at this point, after all - he'd never put her in danger, just heartbreak.

"If that does happen, he'll feel the fear of betrayal, and heartbreak pretty much the same as myself. He will learn the true horror of life - and not be fed pointless stories of disgust, which mask the reality of what he lives in. I will not lie to him, for he needs to know the true malice that life gives - it's a cruel, uncaring world... and the sooner he realizes that, the better..."

Her words were thick with an icy layer. She felt her experiences had given her an advantage. She could tell anyone, or everyone how life really was. While they danced in happiness and comforts of mates - she had been living in shadows of depression and hatred, that was the real face of life - not the mask it covered itself with. She knew this now. She knew it well.

Twitching her auds, she looked at Draeg again for a moment, her head turned slightly to the left as she tried to register kindness. He had offered her food, and despite her stomach rumbling deeply, she was hesitant to take up the offer. After all, she didn't want to appear as a charity case - a forlorn soul trapped in a world were everyone would do everything for her, and she did nothing. But, soon, the blood-lust and hunger gave her mind a sharp stab - her thoughts now gone, and the scent of the corpse laying firmly in its place. Dragging her eyes down to the food source, she sighed deeply.

"I will take the offer of food for this once. Yet, do not think me a charity case, nor someone who cannot fend for themselves. I am quite capable of doing so - but, when you have given birth to the spawn of two demons, you have to take extra special care... after all, he will be the ticket to the Balkar's downfall... I promise you that..."

Trailing away from words, she flung her neck high - only to hastily swing it back downward, grabbing a thick slice of the corpse in her jaws. Glaring up at Draeg, she felt her pupils dilate - only a tiny sliver of poison left for view. She looked truly horrific in this state - dripping with blood-lust and malice, filled with pain and agony. She was truly living upto her name at this point. Completely.

Snapping her jaws down on the food source, she felt her muscles jump as the crack of bones echoed around her. Drawing her head away, a large piece of meat was now hanging from her jaw, canines of white now stained with blood - her ebony muzzle looking clean still, apart from the matted areas of drying blood - which just looked like mud or something else similar. Placing in next to the cub, she admired the thought that popped into her head. If this little ball of black demonicness did betray her wishes, it could be him as the corpse next time. Smirking, she began to feast - leaving all prospects of manners and kindness behind, well, what manners she possessed anyway.

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