A Twisted Madness [M] (→]

by Tayssi Tue Mar 05, 2013 8:47 pm

The sound of people screaming at eachother from across the field came to his overly large ears. A war between two human tribes was about to begin. It had started over an accusation of one tribe killing someone from the other tribe. Which were all lies. The said person who was killed, had been mauled by a pack of wolves in the area, however they wanted the other tribe’s land, so had decided to blame the closest person they could find from that tribe. As much as the other tribe tried to reason with them, they kept on pushing. Obviously, they knew their tribesman hadn’t been killed by man, but they were hungry for power and taking land was the quickest way to get there. Kill the people in the targeted tribe and take their land. More land, meant more power to tribes like them. It wasn’t always true. It could lead to their downfall, but they did not see that. They were blind. This was exactly why the 5’4’’ black male canine had taken sides with the innocents. He would not side with liars. Even though he was a last resort, if his side began to lose. They didn’t want to use him if they didn’t have to, knowing the risks of sending him out to battle. They knew perfectly well of the possibility of him losing it and turning against him as well. And that wasn’t something they wanted. But if he appeared, there would be a chance of the enemy backing down because they knew who he was. If only it didn’t have to come to that, though. This particular wolf went by the name of L’vanah. He was a large beast that many feared or worshipped as a God. One that could use all elements.

L’vanah sat back amongst the trees, watching with cold blue eyes as the humans charged at eachother, spears and swords raised. The clang of metal came to his sensitive ears and he winced. So it had begun. The large wolf laid down, licking his paws and waiting. He could hear men shrieking in agony as they were cut down, and the heavy grunts as other clashed swords and tried to strike their opponent down. The coppery scent of blood filled the air soon after as the ground was stained with man’s blood. The battle went for hours, more tribesmen showing up for backup. The corpses were starting to rot and the smell sickened L’vanah. He stood up, about to turn and leave the smell behind for now. However, his limbs froze mid stride and his head pounded. He groaned and went to the ground, trying to breathe through his mouth instead. However, the coppery taste in the air made his head pound harder. He whined and tried to cover the ears and nose with his paws. He had to get away, but he could barely move. The crystal bands flashed black on and off and the wolf tried to leave once again, but his paws would not move. He knew what was going to happen.

”Kill them, L’vanah… Kill them all… They don’t deserve to live… Such foolish bloodshed… It’s not needed… They have no idea how to kill... Get rid of them… Get rid of these humans who think this is right… Kill them L’vanah.. Taste their blood, feel it beneath your paws... Do it.. Kill them.… Show them what real killing is all about...”.

L’vanah growled at the voices. A multitude of different voices, taunting him, telling him to kill them. The wolf writhed on the ground, trying to shake away the thoughts, however, they continued to persist.

”Kill them… Do it… Tear them apart… They don’t deserve to live…”

The wolf groaned as his head throbbed. “No!” he screamed at the voices inside his head. “I will not kill them!” he snarled. The crystal bands flashed black again ad he shook his head as they voices hissed at him ”Kill them! They are useless!” the wolf gave a low howl, before the bands around him faded completely from their icy blue to midnight black. The wolf stood, turning to look at the clearing and the humans fighting eachother, blood and rotting corpses on the ground. The wolf growled at the sight and leapt through the bushes, his overly large paws splashing blood up onto his legs. The ones who had been on his side smiled, not seeming to notice anything was wrong yet. The opposing team froze for a moment, but pushed on, not realising he was now in the war.

Walking into the battlefield, L’vanah’s head snapped to the side and he grabbed a man’s arms in his jaws and yanked away from him so quickly, he pulled his arm straight off his body. The man screamed in horror as blood spurted onto the wolf’s face, before he lunged at the man and tearing into his chest. The wolf’s head pulled back, blood oozing from his muzzle as a dark, sinister laugh escaped him before he pounced onto another man who was running away. He pushed him to the ground, face first before he tore him to pieces as well. His paws were wet and completely red, as was his muzzle. The rest of his body was sprayed with the red liquid. He laughed again before he threw back his head with a howl, before chasing a fleeing man and tackling and killing him brutally as well.

”Yes, keep going… They all must die… None deserve to live…”

The voices pestered, laughing victoriously in his head as he stalked around the battlefield to find his next victim. Even though, deep inside, L’vanah knew what he was doing was dead wrong. But he had no control over what he did now. He was too far gone into the deep end. He wouldn’t stop until each human here was dead.

by → Tue Mar 05, 2013 9:45 pm

High above in a chamber, where a royal and noble ancient beast slept. Chest heaving, flinching at the sudden screams and shouts of men. Battle cries were sounded, which only made the enormous creature rise to her paws. Long, razor thorn claws scrapping along the concrete floor base. The wolf stood in front of the very many metal bars that concealed her in, only to keep her safe against this one so called 'God' of a brute that her people talked about. The fae never did no of why the war was going on, but she soon will find out. Lifting a massive crown high, noticing two men rushing towards her chamber to unlock it. The iron plates that clashed against the brick walls as they clambered open, only made an ear-bleeding noise like nails on a chalk board. The rusty sounds noting that they haven't been open in generations. Large paws stepped over the line, onto the stairs and out into the battlefield. Standing inches away from the scene that was going on, her emerald green eyes flickering left and right. Capturing every bit of the battle between the two tribes, thoughts clogged her mind, and confusion swirled in the deep depths of her eyes. Pin pointing some things out, she still couldn't follow what a man was trying to explain to her what was happening to her land. The massive female known as Yeromi Kimora, sentenced under the rightful era to the thrown. But, at the moment there was someone or something in her way of that.

Narrowed eyes, canines baring, and markings glowing an eerie leaf green the crystal around her neck started to glow with pure anger. Engulfing herself within the fight, weaving past battles and avoiding to attack ones who dared come at her. Scanning each and every body that oozed with blood, the coppery scent making her nose wrinkle in disgust. She never did like fighting, nor did she like the smell of newly found blood. Shaking her head, the antlers that struck out of her cranium glistened with a sharp point to them. Lowering her crown low to the ground, only inches away from a man's forehead. Moments later, her nose touched his head, closing her eyes she could feel the sensation of power scorching from her body and into his. Seconds passed, almost seeming like hours she stepped back from the man. Watching him slowly recover from death, his eyes were wide as he looked around. Kimora dipped her head, sending the man on his way before she headed for another who had fallen a victim of despair. Though, you would think someone would be smart enough to not mess with a Goddess of life and death. But, tribesman people were stupid, and they didn't care. Right before the fae bent her head down again to heal a wounded, a man with a spear in the palm of his hands came charging towards her. Only making matters worse. Baring her fangs, she bunched up her muscles awaiting for him to get closer. It seemed as if the world around them was going in slow motion, dodging his attack and leaping onto his shoulders. The ear piercing clash of swords with each other and skin tearing the only thing that rung out against the battle cries was a loud snap of the mans head. Kimora had wrapped her legs around his face, gripping his head with her entire mouth just as she waited a moment to jerk her head upward. Crumbling with the body, she spit out his head. Stepping off, she backed up hearing a twig snap behind her she did a full back flip into the air. The horns on her head jamming into one's spine and once she landed, the man went flying across the landscape and landing over yonder.

Growling with irritation, she went back to healing the wounded, snapping at one's heels that got close to her, indicating she wasn't one to be tested with. After half her people were healed, she went on to the other tribe. Some refusing to accept her help, though she did so anyways not taking no for an answer. The beastly figure masked herself on the outside of the battlefield, squinting her eyes to search for the one named 'L'vanah'. If he was all that, then where was he, certainly he would have to be here. As the fae was skimming the head of each native, looking past a rather large black crown and then regaining her glare upon the brute. She rounded her shoulders, the hairs on her back beginning to rise in sudden rage as she watched him with intriguing and flaming green orbs.

" Kimora! We need you at the station!" Kimora did not once take her eyes off the brute that was going on a full blown killing spree, not liking this one bit she let her tail twitch. Hinting to the ones that called her other to wait a second, stiffening up she eased wanting to see if the brute noticed her near or not. Honestly, the fae hoped he did.

by Tayssi Tue Mar 05, 2013 10:22 pm

L’vanah snarled at a man that charged at him, spear in hand and held out the front of him. The wolf’s bands, mixed in with the black, an orange light glowed for an instant and the spear set on fire, flames bursting over it and over the man’s hands. The human cried out and dropped the spear, stumbling away from the large wolf. His large ears flicked back, angered that he dare try to escape him. His back legs bunched underneath him before he leapt into the air, body sailing through the air towards the now running man. He knocked him to the ground with a growl and lowered his muzzle and pulled his spine from his body and crushing it. The man was dead in moments. L’vanah growled, unsatisfied and charged at another man. His claws stretched out in front of him, slicing into the man’s side, blood spraying onto him again. The wolf smiled darkly, tearing into the man and pushed a man next to him, about to slash him with a sword, to the ground, which he then stood over and tore into his chest cavity with his teeth. The wolf huffed and bowled through the men, crushing them in his jaws or under his paws. The side he was originally on, still didn’t realise, he had lost it and thought he was still on their side. He hadn’t attacked them yet. Which was only luck. To them, anyway. L’vanah could care less what they knew.

He growled, the voices still whispering in his head. He shook his head quickly, his icy blue eyes scanning the area. He leapt upon a large man, crushing his head in his jaws with ease, blood spurting out the sides of his mouth and dripping down his muzzle. He dropped the carcass and licked his mouth with a satisfied smirk. However, a moment later, his eyes landed upon the fae across the battlefield. He stared at her, the blood slowly drying upon his paws. His lips twisted back into a snarl at the other canine and he crouched low, watching her. The madness had completely consumed him. Until everyone was dead, or seemed to be, L’vanah’s bands would continue to stay black and he would continue to kill the humans. However, his dislike for other canine still showed through even in his mad state. His long tail lashed from side to side, his ears flicking back. His teeth bared at the fae, dripping with human blood. His claws dug into the bloody dirt, creating a large hole beneath him. Behind the blackness in the bands, they glowed green and a line of large trees suddenly barricaded his view to the wolf, surrounding her with trees. He growled and turned around, bands dulling down to black again.

He lunged at a human and crushed him beneath his paws. Suddenly, he turned and looked at the man who had called to the fae earlier and he growled. He bounded towards the man, pressing to run harder and faster and he tackled the man and stared down at him, growling. The human’s eyes were wide with fear and the wolf reached down and was about to bite his head off. However, he paused, jaws open over his head, blood dripping onto his face. His bands flashed back to the icy blue they usually were for a quick moment and L’vanah’s sanity almost came back. The voices in his head had died down for a minute. He threw himself off the man, reeling backwards with a hissing sound. He shook his head, staring at the man on the ground before he lowered himself to the ground for a moment, pressing his paws over his eyes with a low whine. He stayed there for barely an instant before he leapt to his paws, turning and running back into the battlefield as his bands stopped flashing blue. He attacked a man on the field, tearing his limbs off and leaving him to suffer.

“Kill them, L’vanah… Don’t let any of them survive… Kill! Kill!!”

by → Wed Mar 06, 2013 5:36 pm

Kimora couldn't believe what she was seeing, blood was everywhere. Draining into the depths of the clashing waves of water, the stench of pure copper grew in the air like wildfire. Wincing as she watched the brute tear into her people like they were doe. This is not what it's supposed to be like, all the fae ever wanted was peace among the two rival tribes. Though, it seemed like this misfit of a war was very unnecessary. Her ears flickered with all the tension and screams of the victims that were falling below the large black wolf's paws, leaping on one's back to rip out his spine or snap his neck. A burning sensation started to set fuse inside of her, her heart began to ache and the the crystal around her neck started to glow. A dark shade of red mist reflected off the crystal, surrounding her with blood shed colors that sunk into the Earth. The ground rotting with irritation from the on coming virus that was being sent throughout the land before her. A quack erupted, her claws dug into the soil making her stay put as everyone else began to stumble trying to regain their balance as the Earth quacks kept on.

After they had stopped, and it had settled out, all was silent until one resumed the war with a clash of two twin swords. Indicating that the battle was still on, and this made Kimora go up in flames. Rage scorching through her, she drew her massive crown up, snaking it into the air until she gathered in her breath. Exploding a few seconds later with a mighty growl, her front legs rearing up. Gravity taking her back down, smashing and splitting the land into, thundering roars soon sounded against metal-and-metal rejoicing together. Her eyes blazed, canines baring and her claws tearing the grass and soil to bits and pieces. The fae took gracious steps forward, ground shaking as she moved. Huffing and puffing, the twigs and rots dying beneath her very paws. She was in an up-roar, not daring to let this black wolf out of her sight. Determined to send him pain and agony with one bite from her venomous fangs, honored to take him down instantly. She up-holded this as a blessing.

" You! Making a scene, going on a killing spree when this could have been avoided! But no! You decided to take this battle to another level! And who do you think has to clean it all up?! Me! Of course! So if your not going to do any helpful use to what your causing here, they I suggest you leave and never come back!" Her angelic voice rung out, everyone stopping to let her speak. Their eyes wide in scarceness, breaths of astonishment came from them as they watched Kimora edge closer and closer to the brute.

Not long, she was standing face-to-face with him, growls thunder deep in her throat. She wanted him to attack her, wanting to observe his skills, and use them to her advantage. Though if he attacked, he wouldn't stand a chance before he was down on the ground at her very paws, pleading for sanity. Once the fae was done with him, there won't be a scrap left of the male, if he keeps this up. He'll just have to rot from the inside out. Kimora thought, awaiting for his reply. Muscles bounded together, making her look twice her size. He may be only an inch taller than her, but height doesn't matter in a fight tot he death. It matters about strategy and stamina, as well as skills. Nothing strength, though the fae had plenty of that as well as stamina.

by Tayssi Thu Mar 07, 2013 10:18 pm

L’vanah paused as the ground beneath him shook, groaning as it shifted dangerously. His large ears flicked forward for a moment, staring at the bloody ground just in front of his paws. His tongue flicked out, running over his nose for a brief moment before vanishing back into his mouth. He shook his head as the ground finally settled and started to turn as the sound of swords meeting eachother came to his sensitive ears, which flicked back again. However, when he saw the large fae coming towards him, he stopped, his fur bristling. Her steps shook the ground and he knew that she was powerful. More powerful than he could ever handful in his maddened state. His lips pulled back over his teeth in a snarl, his jaws snapping with a loud snap. However, even he shut up as she spoke, save for a soft growl which vibrated in his chest. He stayed where he was, his ears flicking back and forth and his tail lashing from side to side in an agitated manner. His icy blue eyes glared at her which pure and utter hatred. His paws flexed, claws digging deep tracks into the softened ground as he listened to what she said. In moments, she was standing right in front of him, in distance for him to snap her neck, if he had enough power as he was now. But he didn’t.

“This is futile… We cannot win now… Retreat… Leave him be… It’s impossible to defeat her at the moment…”

The voices screamed in his head and he growled, taking a step back and throwing his head upwards, snapping his jaws together. His head pounded and a low whine escaped his maw as the black bands on his legs and head slowly faded back to the same icy blue as his eyes. His vision blurred momentarily and he shook his head quickly. The voices had retreated for now, however, his head felt like it as going to split into two. L’vanah growled at the throbbing and he looked at the fae and then looked around himself. All the humans had stopped to watch the two wolves. His gaze flicked back to Kimora before it went to the ground. Blood covered it, turning it almost into mud. His paws were stained red as well. He licked his mouth, tasting blood and he whimpered softly. He had killed so many people. Again. He was a murderer. The brute looked at the fae and took another step back, his eyes wide. He shook his head, lowering himself to the ground. However, at that moment, all he could hear was the sound of weapons clashing into eachother again. The war continued. He looked up at the fae and shook his head before he looked at the ground. “I did it again…” he said quietly, “again… I killed so many people who didn’t need to die,” he growled at himself and pushed himself to stand on his paws.

“They didn’t deserve it,” he almost whispered. He took another step back, now almost 2 metres between them. He stared at the fae for a long while, “how can I make this right? What must I do?” he asked her, though it was more to himself than anything. His tail flicked from side to side, guilt flooding through him. He had done it again. And he would’ve kept on going if the voices hadn’t retreated. Though, in his madness, he only ever caught glimpses of what he did. Never saw the whole thing. So L’vanah had no idea how or why they had retreated so quickly.

by → Sun Mar 10, 2013 4:07 pm

At the sounds of his growls, the fae stiffened to a plop though relaxed with slight ease and awareness when the brute started to whimper. Kimora was quite confused to why this large male was covering his paws over his ears and whining, wondering for a moment she snapped back to reality. Lost in a world of pure daze, she snapped out of it, rolling her heavenly emerald orbs in shame at the wolf whom retreated by scare. Not afraid to speak her mind she burst out, " You damn right they didn't deserve it!" Thundering growls echoed around them, flames blazing around her entire body. She held in her rage, trying to consume the male with her eyes filled with utter and complete hatred towards him. Not daring to dismiss it, she led her full anger into an uproar of sort. " How can you make this right? You'll have to do better than just 'make things right'." Snapping, her jaws collided and quaked as each of her canines clashed together, missing his snout by only an inch. She shook her massive head, casting her glare out at the landscape, the war was resumed. Whomever started it up again, will be sorry. Taking in the blood and the scene around her, she widened her eyes. Drawing her head up, what was once a fight was now two lands split into.

The ground began to shake, ripping and dividing the lands apart. Glaring over at the male, she could tell by an instant that he was an avatar. She growled, shoving him forward and stopping him by the raging water tide. She flicker her tail, a storm was a bruin over head. Thunder and lightning struck, creating a tornado out in the ocean. Looking at the male she kept her balance against the moving Earth. Men that were fighting either fell into the depths of hell or just caught themselves by an inch at the ledge. Screams of terror filled her bloodied ears, though Kimora managed to speak. " I want you to gather some water from out there, through this gap!" Calling out, she skimmed over the land. Motioning one of her forelegs up to slam it back upon the ground, she closed her eyes and healed the crusted Earth. Shooting life back into the rots so that it grew stronger to split further. Just as the quakes stopped, Kimora turned back tot he brute. " Do it now or my home will not be able to function without peace!" Awaiting fr him o do so, she went about her buisness, healing the wounded and gravitating and re-building up the walls that had been torn down.

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