Straight From Hell

[Chalos Autumn]

The entire Transylvanian landscape was still frozen. Neither alpha had been seen much since before the beginning of winter, the world's most hated season. Chalos had been off on his own business, leaving Deor to fend for themselves and Lucivar to head the pack herself. She'd done the best she could under the circumstances, but a relatively new alpha female can only do so much by herself. Slowly, their pack had fallen back into its silence, seldom getting together and each growing more distant. But everyone held the knowledge that eventually, the land would melt into spring and things would be new again. For now, though, so frigid was this wolven country that not even the crows dared to leave the comfort of their homes, abandoned owl's dens, and an elk or steady sustenance was not to be found anywhere.

Large paws slammed heavily through the ice-covered terrain, tearing rough holes into the unblemished snow-blanket that seemed to so perfectly cover the Deorian landscape. Icicles clung mercilessly to his jaw, nose, and face as a result of his maddened run, breath emerging as mist and quickly cracking into balls of ice whilst drool froze as soon as it left his mouth. The enormous varg was frantic, running as fast as he could under the circumstances of extreme fatigue matched with both dehydration and minor starvation, his sides heaving as he forced himself to keep his pace. A bright trail of blood clearly marked his path behind him, for he'd fallen through a shallow creek sometime earlier and ice shards had frozen between his toes, slicing the sensitive webbing there. But he felt none of this with his adrenaline so brutally pumping through his muscled body, his mind focused only on his need to escape, of finally finding sanctuary in his homeland.

As the oversized lupine dashed over the border into his packlands, he halted, only to lift his head and give a pained howl, that booming voice of his rising high and strident, so desperate that it even glided faintly into the neighbouring lands of Ge-Rad and Koran. It was a cry for help - the Dragga of Deor had returned, but this time he'd brought someone (or something) else with him. Distressed emerald eyes looked behind him before he continued bounding ever deeper into the territory, woofing every now and then to help his packmates better locate him.

Finally, he leapt into the area which was obviously, by the sight of so much tamped down snow and the hearty display of gnawed elk bones, the heart of Deor. Chalos walked a few, shaking paces and emit another sharp, alerting bark before he collapsed in a heap of ebony, rust, and white-spotted fur. Sweat coated his body, making him shiver and shake, steam rising steadily from his weary form. All he could do was wait for the help of those who depended on him - then again, he wondered if any of them even remembered who he was anymore. The alpha gasped to catch his breath as he lay, snow melting quickly beneath him and soaking his legs and underside. After but a few moments, he heaved himself into a sitting position - he had promised himself, after his illness had passed, that he would not make his packmates take care of his dying body ever again. It was but five minutes before his lungs had relaxed and his heartbeat had slowed. All that was left now was to wait for his pack and prepare to face the creature he knew was coming for him.

Just about a half-kilometre before Deor's border, a massive beast of a varg would draw ever closer as he followed Chalos' bloody course, grinning ever so wickedly to himself, an obsidian behemoth straight from hell.

[okamiwolf]

Her audits pricked up immediately as the sound penetrated the safety of her hiding place. Whimpers could be heard in the den and Lucivar stared out at the snowy outside. She glanced back behind her and crawled out, taking care to shift dead bracken in front of the opening she’d just left. Her mate was back, but something was wrong. Now was no time to tell him. Not yet at least. She would use the good news to calm him down when he was less frantic sounding.

Lucivar, the elegant Drappa had lost a lot of weight. Anyone would’ve been able to tell, and when her belly had been swollen she had hidden from the pack - fearing a miscarriage. However there had been no need to worry. Her prize was safe, and had been safe for many months. She’d protected the treasure with her life, avoided the pack unless she needed to be with them, avoided the other cubs. The pups of Mist and Cagalli (who had recently deserted the pack for Ge-Rad) were no concern of hers, no more jealousy toward the moms who had been so lucky.

She sprinted across the snow grounds, more clumsy than she would have if she’d been healthier and on a more solid track. And yet she was still the beautiful wolf she’d been before. Her tri-hued pelt seemed to shimmer as she dashed as fast she could to her mate, kicking up snow behind her as she ran.

Thick puffs of white shot from her mouth as her pink tongue lolled, soon she saw him. Her one and only love. He was laying in a heap on the ground, it alarmed her. She dashed over alerting him with a loud and affectionate bark - one that was shrill enough to alert him to her concern. As Lucivar came closer her tail would hang limp and she dropped her head to sniff gently at her mate’s figure. He was worse for ware, and worn ragged. She could smell his sweet musk, and the bitter tang of blood. She licked his head. “Chalos my love, you look terrible. I beg you tell me what’s got you so riled.” She pleaded for him to inform her of what could possible be wrong. He was back after so long, finally returned after such a long time. It seemed like years since she seen him, smelled him. Since she’d felt his body beside her. He radiated heat, more than her of course, but they were almost evenly matched.

Her tongue caressed his head again and she nuzzled his shoulder lovingly, worried as she was she wanted to touch him and get her fill of his company before he might leave unexpectedly again. She craved him whenever he was gone. Since she’d been in love he was like a drug, and the less he came around the more she fell into withdrawal. Her kind blue eyes, flawed with chocolate, gazed lovingly at him; filled with worry she pressed her forehead gently against his own and waited his response. Unaware of the great beast that stalked her lover.

[Chalos Autumn]

[Little scattered. Sorry kids.]

The Deorian alpha welcomed the sight of his approaching lover, then pressed against her touch - it'd been so very long since he'd done so. When he had gotten to his feet and sat, the vision of his dearest Lucivar held the entirety of his .attention. Her inquiry met deaf ears as he stared at her, lust heating his body as his perspiration began to freeze, clumps of ice clinging to his chest and underbelly. She looked just as gorgeous as she had when they first met, albeit a tad chubby. But it made no difference - she was his, and changes were Fenris' way of making her all the more perfect.

Chalos neared her, touched his nose to hers, and pressed his head to her shoulder, thick neck nudging against her face - a wolven embrace. "It has been so painfully long.." After a while, he pulled back, licking her nose. "I promise, my love, on my life and yours, I'll never leave this place again. I can't." After so long, he feared that perhaps she'd given up on him - the sinking feeling that the rest of his pack had done so struck him like a knife. "Come, gather the pack, I must explain why I--" His words cut off as the realisation came that he'd forgotten who was coming. The Dragga stood straight, ears standing higher than seemed possible - he looked the spitting image of a godly jackal. His heart sank as he looked back to his mate. If the creature approached now, she'd be in danger - that was the last thing she deserved from his homecoming.

Suddenly, he was frantic. The alpha's teeth clamped around Lucivar's scruff and he tugged her as gently as he could considering his circumstances, whining deeply. When he let go he hopped to and fro in front of her, urging her to run. "Leave, Luc!" He barked in that booming voice, hackles standing on end - his size must have looked to increase threefold or so - before he snagged her throat, yanking. "Come on, please, I can't tell you why!" Though after a few moments of urging, he realised that he was leading the fiend right into the packlands, if it wasn't there already. "Stay here." He commanded, his voice sounding as though a god speaking his will. Then, "I'm sorry. I.. I'll be back. I have to go." Again.

Afterward, he took off again, his weariness aching to the very bone. But he ignored his body's protests - he had to veer the demon away from Deor, away from Lucivar. How he had allowed himself such idiocy, he would never know.

[okamiwolf]

Lucivar nuzzled against his neck, deeply inhaling his smell, who knew how long it would be before she would be able to feel and smell him again. “Yes,” she breathed peacefully in reply. It had been a long time, too long for mates to be apart. And yet she was still so devoted to him. She would wait one million or more years if she had to, she'd wait and eternity for him. “Please never leave… I love you.” She drew herself to his side and pressed herself against him, burying her face in his chest.

He spoke hurriedly, but then stopped. She looked at him carefully, trying to read his face, and yet avoiding his eyes. “Chalos? What’s wrong?” She pressed her nose to his cheek and stepped back to get a better look at him. He was in such poor condition. She noticed his frantic change, there seemed to be a worried frenzy. He tugged at her scruff and she was moved slightly, staggering in the way directed. “Hey- Chalos. What?” She didn’t understand why he couldn’t tell her. Why was he acting so funny? She just couldn’t fathom any good reason for his strange behavior. She watched as he suddenly turned and left, ordering her to stay there. She wasn’t about to listen to him though.

“Chalos Autumn, you come back here right now!” She barked at him, half desperate and half angry. How could he do that to her? Come running back, promise he wouldn't leave, and then just turn around and go. He would not be getting away with that so easily. Not now that he was back again. She flashed her bright ivories in a snarl and her paws swiftly carried her after him. He couldn't leave now, there was something far too precious that she had to inform him about. Something he needed to know - and soon for her treasure couldn’t be left alone for too long.

She hurried as best she could through the snow, sometimes her pads would fail her and she would sink too low down in the snow and stumble. Once she tripped over a thick root that had been completely cover and yelped in surprise as she tumbled to the soft padding of snow. She returned to her feet right away and pressed onward, she could see Chalos’ back in the distance, she pushed her speed to catch up.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

Transylvania thought they had heard the last of Nocturnia Diiore, a most demonic Kerl who was known to go where he would, stirring up trouble wherever he stopped to 'visit.' Many said that perhaps he had finally met his match in the mountains, yet he had ventured down as soon as he'd heard howls of a pack missing its Dragga. After feeding off of a few lost and wandering beasts, the onyx male had picked his way through the lands, finally finding the MIA alpha - they had talked, but Chalos had found that Nocturnia was no less psychotic than the last time they'd crossed paths. In a flash, the larger varg went for the Deorian's throat, but, for the second time, missed, and in response, Chalos had taken his chance and run. Perhaps no one would know what they had conversed.

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Feet the size of a small bear's crushed ice into powder, carrying a mammoth lupine body swiftly into Deor. The scent of Chalos' freezing blood prints clung sweet and tempting to his nostrils and he hardly strayed from the smell, loathe to part with it. He hardly broke a sweat - the chase had ended when the Dragga's paws had begun to bleed, and so the pursuer slowed his pace and took his time. He would be able to find Chalos no matter where he went, thanks to his awe-inspiring ability to bleed himself a pretty crimson path all the way to his packland. The godlike varg was hardly wary when he crossed the border, for any wolves who were here would most likely be in their den or with their injured alpha.

It was too late for Nocturnia to be veered off-course and by the time Chalos would have approached he had already made his way well into the territory. He grinned wickedly as the sound of running drew closer, noting to himself in a most excited fashion that there was not one set of paws, but two. When the scents hit him, the beast had to smirk all the more - one was a she-wolf. The colossal murderer began to drivel heavily at this realisation, thick ropes of water-clear slather slopping sickly from his maw - though he had been credited with the destruction of Ge-Rad Drappa Cwen, he had not been the one to deliver the killing blow, to taste the female's blood spurting down his throat. No, he had summoned Wolfbane for that, but this time he would do it himself. Why would he want to allow Wolfbane such pleasure? Chalos was his brother, after all, and Nocturnia would not hesitate to... relieve Chalos of his time with the living when he felt the time had come. Wasn't that what brothers were for or some such?

He looked to be straight from a nightmare as he stood waiting for the alphas to come to him, the only things standing out against ink-black pelt was pink tongue and freakish silver-blue eyes with contracted yet abyssal pupils.

[Mist]

Though in some years past the snows have been much decreased and melted at this time of year this one is different. A blanket of heavy snow still covers all of Transylvania, as if Wolfbane has some personal hatred toward the inhabitants of the land. There should be birds singing and young of every kind frolicking on new, unsteady legs over the green land - but all is not fresh and calm. The first sign apart from the prolonged winter to Mist is Chalos's desperate howl. Her heart immediately starts pumping faster and adrenaline flows through her body, making hair stand on end as her instincts fight to prepare her for anything.

The Dragga should not be calling for help, and in such a tone. Something is beyond the definition of "wrong". Saying a quick prayer to Tor that all will be well and her family will stay safe this day the beta picks up without a glance behind her and sprints toward the boarder - toward her Dragga, and unknown to her - to danger.

The smell of blood assails her before the sight of either of Deor's Alphas. Casting her golden gaze over the printed landscape she frowns and a fear strikes her heart as she sees churned up snow and bloody pawprints. Something is dreadfully wrong, and will very likely test every Deor varg to come to this scene. Carefully looking over the area she soon finds the tracks that lead away from it - running tracks of two vargs - by their scent and the blood it is Chalos and Lucivar themselves.

Knowing they might need all the help they can get she dashes in pursuit, keeping her silence for the moment as thoughts run through her mind as to the possibilities of this danger. An attack seems very possible, but she hasn't heard or seen or scented any strange vargs and Chalos's howl should have told simply of his return and not of danger and a call for help.

Fleet paws swiftly take the beta in the wake of the Dragga and Drappa and it is not long before she catches sight of them. It was lucky she came when she did, or she might not have caught up with them until after something had happened. As it is, she feels a tight, cold grip around her heart - that of fear. Shaking her head as she runs she thinks that one of the worst things about that is she doesn't even know what it is they are running from, and if she can see them and they are running - it may be behind her...

[Chalos Autumn]

[Oh, but I am ashamed by this post! It's bad. Stop reading it. :x]

The Dragga's stamina had well worn out by the time he had taken off again. His pace was slow as a Sikla's - both she-wolves could easily have caught up and very well may have but he hadn't the heart to look behind him; he had to get to the border and convince his brother to turn elsewhere. His paws cracked open anew, a chorus of nerve endings wailing their hatred for not being allowed the time to rest and heal. The bear-like varg's sides began to heave again, his lungs having little tolerance for his antics at this point. And suddenly, there Nocturnia stood as though a cursed statue at the gates of Hades.

Chalos slid to a stop, wincing as snow was shoved between his toes. His lips curled in a snarl even before he had fully halted, hackles raising to an unbelievable height, giving him a most prickly and dangerous appearance. He was alpha here, this was his home, and let fire rain upon any who dared to disrupt the peace his pack had achieved. The blood brothers stared each other down, one smirking, the other bristling further and further; an approaching stranger would think the rust-marked Dragga fairly insane. "Leave here, fiend!" The words escaped from his throat as a roar, threads of saliva descending his maw as though spiders were leaping with their silk trailing behind in his jaws. "You want nothing but blood, Brother, but I beg you take it not from Deor!" But even as he spoke, the alpha knew his words would fall upon deaf ears; not even the Balkar or Sarnes would want such a creature as Nocturnia and Chalos had long ago decided that he wouldn't be surprised if Wolfbane himself had spat him from the depths.

However, his attention had been so wholly focused upon the monstrosity before him that he had neglected to realise that, completely against his wishes - and command, for that matter - he had been followed. For a split second, he diverted his attention, ears swiveling behind him to hear the distinct footfalls of both Lucivar and... Mist, or perhaps one of her pups. When their scents came whooshing past him on the wind, his guess was verified. Of the however many members Deor had who could have come to his aid, Mist and Lucivar had to be his calvary. Females. Those of whom were his job to protect. Inwardly, he sighed - why was it that Deor didn't have male warriors when he needed them and that every she-varg in the pack were Transylvania's most stubborn?

Then, the Deorian Dragga did something that would have, in all sarcasm, most certainly won him an award in brilliance: Chalos whirled to face the she-wolves, snarling that they stay back, demanding they run to the den and protect the pups (Were there even any pups in Deor anymore? he wondered to himself). His back was now turned to his enemy, inviting as a fresh kill, unattended, seen by starving eyes.

[okamiwolf]

He didn’t come back though, not even giving her a second glance he led his way straight to Nocturnia. However Mist joined at her flanks as they ran to reach their destination.

Lucivar halted long before Chalos, the only other Varg that she’d seen that could compare to the size of the black behemoth was her mate. The monstrosity was so calm looking too, but his eyes - they sent chills as she briefly passed over them - they were the most terrifying feature of him. They didn’t seem to hold any soul within them. Could this thing have been the brother that Chalos never spoke of - but warned of? Her mate’s words confirmed that.

Her eyes would widen, this beast was one of danger, and yet he looked so calm compared to his brother - Lucivar would’ve thought Chalos to be the fiend then, if she had not coaxed the stories from her mate of the terror that the great black wolf could bring. The only thing that was able to drag her mystified attention was the shouting that had been turned upon her and Mist. She jerked back and winced at his words, going against him was never something she wanted to do. But there was direly important news to be told; she couldn’t tell Mist, Chalos had to know first.

But he’d turned his back on his enemy and she thought she saw a look of malice flicker in his eyes. “Mist go - that’s an order from the both of us.” Lucivar’s voice was hard and she leaped forward, placing herself beside Chalos - but facing the opposite direction.

“You know better than to leave your flank unguarded.” Her lips curled back as she snarled, the black and brown guard hairs on her shoulders rose and made her seem closer to Chalos’ normal size, her whole body stiffened so that she might be ready to interfere with an attack by the black brute that faced them smugly from the border. “What would that teach our cubs if you did that in front of them?”

Her eyes narrowed as she gained a bravery that she hadn’t known before. The mother’s will to protect and the mates wish for her lover’s safety. Could this be what Chalos felt whenever they were in trouble? Perhaps that’s why he was gone all the time. She let a glance flicker at him, no doubt he would be stunned by this new Lucivar, but being a Drappa leading a pack with an ever absent Dragga had hardened her at least a little bit.

[Nocturnia Diiore]

A most freakish laugh rumbled from deep in his chest, starting first as a chortle and eventually escalated into a harsh cackle, possessed and demonic; one could wonder if such a hellion had ever had the chance to have been innocent once. No matter now, as only a sadistic shell looked to remain of whatever purity he had ever contained. He grinned again, this time like one joyed to bring apocalypse, sickeningly sharp pearly whites flashing when Lucivar revealed her secret. She had given birth and Chalos had a child. Nocturnia's heart nearly leapt in his chest, but his madness simply would not allow it. Oh, the horrendous possibilities there would be if he took the border! Jaws gnashed as another splatter of saliva fell from his mouth, the thought of taking the pup by the torso, of feeling those fragile ribs snapping one by one whilst his maw closed tighter and tighter, the pup's cries long lost in his throat..

The monster stumbled forward a step, snapped back to reality. With another slop of strands of his tainted slaver, he barked out at the group and finally spoke, his voice a deep, near-bass and almost two-toned, giving his delivery a bizarre address. "Hear that, Brother?" Thick, deep-raven pelt shook as he took a step closer, massive head lowering to his sibling's eye-level - while both were huge creatures, Nocturnia was the larger of the two and the brothers looked a queer sight, almost as clashing titans. "Your bitch has birthed! And seeing that you adopted Father's stunning looks, I'm sure you've produced a most tasty little mutt.." Though he was indeed a mad one, a hint of scorn and perhaps even jealousy laced his words. "And look! She's had to come teach you how to face an enemy. Pathetic, that." Nocturnia sneered, but just as quickly as he conveyed the slightest bit of emotion, his eyes were blank again and he had returned to his killing-machine state of being.

It was this particular behaviour of his that all the beings of Transylvania feared, the sudden shift from living thing to soulless gargantuan, the mindless attacks and the taking of far too many too-daring-to-be-sane chances. Claws clutched the ice-covered snow beneath him, snarling wildly as if being somehow tortured. Suddenly, the dark varg surged forward, muscles knotting his frame, seen clearly even beneath the fur, godlike as they flexed and shifted, coiled and flared. His jaws agape, slobber flowing, Nocturnia was headed right for Lucivar in an attack that could shock the world if it missed. Chalos would not have the time to turn and counter; it was up to the Drappa to save herself, but such a feat was hardly manageable.

[Mist]

As she comes upon the scene it seems that Mist had been wrong all along. Somehow the enemy had reached the border before her, and stands, mad eyes staring hungrily in front of her, faced by both Chalos and Lucivar. The grey beta has never seen anything like this varg. His gigantic size would be enough to cow many vargs even if the had not seen his eyes and the many scars that riddle his form. Though she inwardly fears this mann more than she has ever feared any other varg she steps forward, knowing her duty. The pack and all within need to be protected. When she was appointed beta she took on this duty, and will not shirk it now - in the face of danger. She has not only that basic fact to think of, but her own cubs.

Both alphas' orders make her hesitate only for a moment as she decides to put the safety (and as much protection as she can give) ahead of their orders. Standing with head raised proudly she faces the behemoth, at Lucivar's side, slightly behind the Drappa. Nocturnia's crazed words hit her keen ears like a hammer and she winces slightly, shock hitting her at the same time as she learns of Lucivar and Chalos' litter.

The words are followed soon after by blood-chilling snarls from the giant mann. Tensing to ensure she will not run away Mist looks at him, eyes wide. Then, he leaps, and there is nothing she can do but watch, horror filling her entire being. Though she is near the Drappa, everything moves too quickly, and it is up to fate, or the gods, or whatever decides the future, to determine whether the proud Drappa will live or die today - whether her new-born cubs will grow up with a mother or not.

[Chalos Autumn]

[This post is pants. Oh well. It's short and mostly to the point to get things moving along.]

Chalos opened his mouth to continue the maddened, abusive shouting, demanding that the she-wolves leave at once. When Lucivar spoke, however, he stopped short of words, maw agape. Cubs... He had cubs?! The Dragga's mind seemed to be having a most difficult time grasping this new information and he couldn't help but wonder.. how? Just then, his mind flashed back to the night before he left seeking the death of his brother, remembering the warmth the Deorian alphas had shared, how she had teased him and he had hesitantly and oh-so-carefully taken the bait, and how they had howled at the moon afterwards. The flame of love was lit anew, the desire to protect burning fresh and deep in his chest.

And then Nocturnia leapt. Chalos was brought back to earth as if one of his brother's enormous paws were making a slamming contact with his cheek. He jolted to reality, his eyes snapping to the action before him. With a savage war cry, the sizeable alpha also made for Lucivar, though she was just in front of him, he had somehow backed away when she had mentioned their offspring. On his way to his beloved, he made a grab for Mist, making a hurried attempt to throw her out of his older sibling's path. "Luci! MOVE!" He bellowed, measuring the distance between himself and Nocturnia and knowing he could not knock the Drappa away from him.

He was too late to stand in the way of his dearest Lucivar. Sliding to a stop, Chalos could only stand and watch as Nocturnia's jaws drew ever closer to her so much smaller body - her fate was in her own paws.

[okamiwolf]

She saw the futility of running, the behemoth would be on her in a single - two if she was lucky - bounds and her body was clearly not for that of fighting. She was weary from taking care of young pups who had demanded all her attention before. Besides, the twisted beast wanted blood. Perhaps if she could sate his taste then he would be better driven away. She would be willing to give her body to the monstrosity if it meant the safety of her family, her cubs. But to think after so long of being jealous of Mist and Cagalli, of keeping away from their own beautiful pups to brood over the lack of her own… to think that they would now be taken from her in the manner of her own death. She thought it ironic, Tor and Fenris did not will her to have children it seemed, or at least did not want her to influence those beautiful cubs waiting in the den. Arous and the unnamed one, the one saved for Chalos.

Hardly enough time to even think of any of these possibilities Lucivar staggered back and a snarl left her throat before her body was crushed beneath massive paws and the growl turned into a strangled cry - a single name, that of her lover’s, her last utterance as she felt the grass below her, brushed bones, fleeting breath, blood flowing.

For a moment she was euphoric, in total peace with such an untimely end. She could see her body below her. Broken on the ground and stricken with pain as the monster dug into her. But the spirit was free. She could wander as she wished between Mist, Nocturnia, and her love, Chalos. Who’s name she’d cried out in her last moment of life. As if to tell him that she loved him.

Though the red on Noctunia’s lips was near impossible to see, it was as if this spirit of Lucivar could see such invisible stuff. The thick red liquid dripping from his evil jowls. The ghost padded around him, though none would see her as the silvery wind traipsed past her own body and murder to stand beside Chalos. How she wished to reach out and give him a gentle lick, but all he would feel of her presence were chills. “I’m not long to stay,” she whispered in his ear - though he might think it a trick of the wind. “Take care of our cubs, Arous, and the little girl I have left for you to name. They need you. I forever love you Chalos, and I will wait for you. I will not leave the Red Meadow until I can run with you through the Wolf Trail to Tor and Fenris. I love you, Chalos.”

As though a leaf carried on the wind her spirit was gone. Her plea given, her wish had been done. Lucivar was no more among the realms of the living and breathing. Nocturnia had certainly crushed her heart and contorted her spine when he’d smashed into her small body. And that was the end of the lovely fae. Nothing left but her corpse.




{{And now I shall watch you all from the side lines.}}

[Nocturnia Diiore]

[AH MAH GAD MY PROBOARDS POSTING IS WORKING! AAAH!]

The bodies collided with the nauseating 'thud' of flesh slamming flesh, bones bending the wrong way and snapping as his weight crushed her far smaller and therefore more fragile form into the ground. Her screams and sounds of struggle only heightened his excitement, the tips of is ears quivering in the purest of pleasure. Nocturnia's teeth snatched their mark, eyes rolling back in his skull in satisfaction. The feeling of bone cracking and crunching between his teeth was beyond orgasmic. His bite's pressure continued its severity until they were forced to a halt, the crushed bones of Lucivar's head not allowing his jaws to progress any further to closing. The muscles of his thick maw tensed as he looked wildly from Chalos to Mist and back again before he began shaking his head as if a domestic dog with a toy. Just a few shakes and the blood made the alpha hardly recognisable; a few more shakes and she was a tattered piece of flesh, no better than a freshly-caught Lera. As if it were not sickening enough to witness such a gruesome death, thick waves of blood splattered every which way, most likely coating the Deorians who stood just nearby.

His attention was now fully focussed on the twitching corpse before him. Bloodlust and madness entwined their fingertips together in his mind, turning the monstrous lupine murderer into something less than primitive, snatching away instinct, intelligence, and any concept of benevolence. All that was left was a hulking mass of psycho with but one goal: further tearing Lucivar's poor body. Eventually it was shredded to the point that if one couldn't smell the blood, they would not know what sort of creature it used to be, only that it was mammalian.

Finally, it was done. The larger of the bear-like siblings stepped away from the mangled pile of flesh, his sides heaving as the climax of his psychosis filtered out of him. Gore dripped from the onyx-pelted male's face, chest, and legs, an image that would even strike fear into the heart of Carnage; the Balkan's violence was intelligently played out whereas Nocturnia's was purely the result of dementia. It was a wonder such a creature could survive with such chemical unbalances as his.

A crazed grin was given to the two Deorian wolves before Nocturnia turned, ever-so-slowly, and began walking back the way he came, heading out of his brother's territory. However, just short of taking five steps the feared killer looked back, threat in his eyes. "I caution you not follow," He growled deeply, the voice sounding two-toned, otherworldly - certainly this was not the wolf Chalos had grown up with. "For such a mistake may cost you the lives of your pack." His warning given, he continued away and Nocturnia disappeared from the lands of Deor, leaving a prominent display of his derangement behind for all to remember.

And so was the end of the beloved Lucivar, Drappa of Deor.

[Mist]

As Chalos's shoulder knocks her out of the way of the ebon monster's leap, Mist stumbles forward, her head snapping towards the ground. His glancing blow may have saved her life even though Nocturnia was not aiming at her. Turning as swiftly as possible to see the outcome of the leap her golden orbs light on a horrifying scene just as her Dragga's brother lands, crushing the life out of the much smaller faemme. His target did not last long, and the ground flows red with Lucivar's blood.

It all happens so fast there is nothing the grey beta can do but look on in horror and wish with all her heart that this is a dream. Her deepest self knows that would be too wonderful - no, this is real, and she is awake. She involuntarily shudders as the mad brute's gaze momentarily rests on her before turning to his brother. Though she wants to look away, she cannot, and though she is stiff-legged and shivering, she will not abandon her Dragga or the lifeless body of her friend and Drappa.

She is too shocked for tears, but even though her eyes stay dry for now, they seem to blurr the land in front of her. Shaking her head to clear her senses she looks from one brother to the other. One a murderer, black and insane, with staringly mad eyes and bloodstained maw; the other, a bit smaller, the color of autumn, stricken down as if it were he that died, as part of him did with his beloved Lucivar. Though they are brothers and she can see some former physical resemblance she wonders distantly how one could turn out as Chalos did - proud and brave and strong... while the other became an insane, bloodthirsty brute who killed the mate of his own brother.

There is nothing Mist can do, it is done - there is nothing anyone can do. She glances once more from one to the other, and eventually her gaze stops at a point between them as she listens to the grinding, hollow voice of the murderer. Deor has always been brave, but now there are few warriors within her borders, and she believes Nocturnia is easily capable of picking them off one by one if he so chose. She turns her eyes slowly as he begins to pad away, his gruesome job fulfilled, and she half-expects him to turn once more and leap, his already bloody jaws finding one of his remaining victims - for victims they are, having suffered at his cruelty.

((Meep, I'm so sorry it took so long! I know this kinda cuts off, but I wasn't sure if this was going to be the second to last post - probably. I can tie it up better if you want - let me know.))