Mistaken Misery [Vamp] [R - M]

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Those cold selfish electric eyes of the enormous masculine frame burned into the soul of one, his whimpers and whines coming out partially in cracks and painful yowls as the white brute raked his long razor sharp claws down his victim's flank slowly, taring flesh and scraping bone. The smaller he-wolf closed his eyes shut tightly, whimpering at the unbearable pain he felt all throughout his body, no source of peace or calmness inflicting inside of him. All he felt was his death creeping closer and closer towards him. Scourge Misery snaked his massive head up, looking down upon the brute that he had been torturing for the last hour, rain falling down on his pelt, allowing some of the blood to drip off of his snowy white fur. As blood began to gush out of his stomach, the young brute tried to yowl for help. Scourge Misery's blazing gorgeous colored eyes ignited with an angry flare, and he clamped his jaws down on the brute's muzzle, blood welling up into his mouth. He jerked his head back, pulling the male's maw clean off of his face. The brute tried to yelp, but no sound was made, and he tried to stand, but fell back down to where he lay, losing more blood every second that passed. Scourge Misery's maw twitched into a sick smile, unmistakable by any that have witnessed Scourge Misery making a kill. The white brute's pelt bristled, and he took the brute's head into his jaws, biting down with his source of power he could find, giving a crushing blow and ending the brute's life for good. He snicked, pearly white teeth now blood stained, along with his maw and feet. Scourge Misery turned on his heels, and bounded away with tremendous speed, paws barely touching the Earth's surface as he stretched his masculine frame, every muscle flexing as he raced across the landscape, lightning crackling around, reflecting off of his glassy eyes. The massive brute leaped over a log, and approached a rocky cliff side, not stopping, only slowing into a run. Scourge Misery stopped right when his claws hung over the edge, and he looked down 100 feet below him, was the rest of the landscape. The rain splattered, and thunder boomed in the sky, but only a few lucky stars showed in the blackness. Scourge Misery heaved in a deep breath, then let it out, a strong and powerful howl escaping his lips, beautiful all the same. 'You will all burn in hell.' Scourge Misery thought, his electric blue eyes flaking with green, looking out into the distance, concentrating on what he was to do to his next victim. He shook his huge cranium, then leaped down into the ravine, as if he was about to kill himself, but his agility beat possibilities. Scourge Misery landed on his paws, with only a slight stumble, causing him to growl in frustration. "Such a gorgeous scenery." He grumbled to himself, chuckling evilly, and smirking that sick charming smile. He continued to run, his fur tossing around in the wind.

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Hours passed, and Scourge Misery was still running, not at top speed, but quite fast for 8 hours. The brute snarled, feeling the cramps in his chest burn and he skidded to a stop, claws penetrating the Earth below his enormous paws. He lifted his muzzle into the air, sniffing for anything to eat, detecting the trace of a moose. "Just my luck!" He snarled, then bounded in the direction of where the scent lead, careless about how much noise he made. Scourge Misery liked others to know that he was here, so they at least had a chance to run. He spotted the massive buck, and crouched low to the ground, which wasn't very low, considering his incredible height. Scourge Misery snapped his back legs back, springing onto the buck, knocking it over with a powerful shove to the ground. One turn of the cranium, and the buck's spinal cord was in Scourge Misery's jaws. He spat it out, and instantly dug into his kill, letting hunger overcome him. The satisfaction of not tasting wolf blood was overwhelming, and it felt good to eat something fresh. Scourge Misery licked his chops once half of the buck was mauled, then bounded in the direction of a rushing waterfall, stopping every few minutes to make sure he wasn't being followed. Now that he was sure nobody was on his trail, not that they'd want to anyway, but he was just being sure. Scourge Misery nodded, and ran the rest of the way to the waterfall, stopping when he reached the stream. He bent his massive cranium down, and lapped up the crystalizing liquid into his mouth, swallowing large gulps. It had been a couple days since Scourge Misery had drank cold water, and it felt good to. He nodded again, then turned away, leaving the waterfall behind. The sun just barely peaked through some clouds. Scourge Misery lifted his head to look, and growled. Sunlight. He didn't like it very much. Scourge Misery sighed and trotted through the moor, over a hill.

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The cries of help impaled his ears. Scourge Misery rolled his gorgeous eyes, and padded to wherever the awful sound was coming from. It didn't sound too far beyond him, but definitely sounded like a female wolf. The brute thought for a moment. It had been 63 years the last time he actually encountered a fae up close. Scourge Misery shrugged his broad muscular shoulders, and continued padding, his blank expression sure to mystify anyone, or to scare the hell out of them. He made his way over one more hill, and looked down into the trees where he saw the female, whom was obviously scared or confused. Must be a new immortal. Scourge Misery smirked at this, snickering softly. Just to mess with her, he padded down, then looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Then he turned his head, nd padded off, just to see if she would plead for his help. Oh, he'd help her alright. "Foolish females." Scourge Misery snickered, padding to sun himself on a rock. He laid down on a flat rock just above a pond, looking down at the fish. His white pelt was now clean of blood, and spotless. He smirked. Here comes a flustered fae.


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S c o u r g e M i s e r y

Scourge Misery's electrifying blue-green eyes searched the water, scanning his reflection carefully, as if it was interesting to watch. All he could see was his father. Scourge Misery dipped his paws into the water, sending ripples through his reflection, he looked away and tipped his gaze up at the sky, watching it grow dark, as a storm was bound to start very soon. Scourge Misery let a sick smirk grow on his maw. 'The more rain, the less wolves I have to deal with.' Scourge Misery thought to himself grimly.

A sound behind him rung in Scourge Misery's ears, and he snapped his head around to look at the fae that stood a few feet away from him. Baring his teeth and letting a vicious growl erupt in his throat, he stood up onto his thick, sturdy legs, and let his gaze penetrate into hers like spears. And with a booming, rugged voice, he said, "what is it you want?" Scourge Misery lashed his tail, demanding an answer. Standing like a skyscraper over this fae, he scanned her and took in her appearance.

Scourge Misery waited for her to speak, as he rotated his head to look over at the pond, then up at the sky, droplets of rain falling on his face. When she spoke to him, he looked back down at her. "Might've been a wolf bandit. I've ran into many." He answered, then looked at her. She was a new Immortal, probably cursed by the bandit. "If you haven't noticed, you are taller, eh? Then the average wolf. And your abilities have been heightened. That's what happens when you become Immortal." Scourge Misery smirked at his last words, knowing this would probably scare the hell out of her.

Scourge Misery chuckled and shook his head, "fae, you're so innocent. How many wolves do you see my size?" He asked sarcastically, his tone lowering a bit. Scourge Misery was a sickly brute, loved to play mind games, and cause pain to others. He turned and lapped up water from the pond, flexing his muscles a bit, then turning back to face the female. 'Pretty little thing. She'd be fun to mess with.' Scourge Misery thought, but shoved them away. "Who are you?" He growled, being straight forward.

(At first they are supposed to kind of dislike each other, despite the fact that she feels safe with him around. And they fall in love with each other. c:)

Scourge Misery awaited his answer, thoughts racing through his mind, mesmerizing eyes still resting on the rather small Immortal, flickering his tail gently. At the announcement of her name, he nodded. 'Darkest Night, hmm? Interesting name.' He thought, then blinked slowly. As the rain began to fall harder, the enormous brute sighed, then turned his head to look into the distance. "Well then, Darkness, I should be going. Good luck with this whole Immortal thing, but it's not my problem." Scourge Misery growled, glancing back at her, then bounding away over the hill. He felt no guilt for leaving the fae behind, as he did have his own problems.

(Make it more like a few months?)

A few months had passed, and it was now the middle of February, one of Scourge Misery's least favorite months of the year. He grumbled, and sprang over a rock, racing at tremendous speed, his snowy fur flowing in the wind. Scourge Misery heard a cry for help, and growled.. It sounded like a fae. He sighed irritably, and raced in the direction of the sound, and to his dismay, he saw a brute attacking a fae. Sexually. Scourge Misery raced down the slope, and barreled into the brute, roaring with rage. The black brute underneath snarled, until he saw whom had attacked him. His eyes widened with true fear and weakness, looking up at the huge being before him. "Sc-Sc-Scourge Misery! P-Please, don't-" Scourge Misery cut the brute off, ending his misery with one claw to the jugular.

(Black brute's POV)

Sinister watched the gorgeous female from afar, his golden eyes staring at her backside. Once she bent down, he sprang forward, pinning her shoulders down, leaving her rump in the air. "Stay still honey, and this will all end soon." Sinister chuckled, and slammed his tool into her entrance, and pounded in and out hard and fast. He bit her scruff hard, and slammed his full length into her roughly, hitting her back wall painfully. Sinister moaned deeply, pulling her towards him so she matched her thrusts. Going faster, he pulled her closer, trying to fit his knot in. But then something knocked him off. Sinister snarled, but once he saw who it was, he gasped. "Sc-Sc-Scourge Misery! P-Please, don't-" then it was all over...

(Back to Scourge. XD)

Scourge Misery snarled, then whirled around to face the fae, whom seemed rather familiar. "Jesus fae, you need to watch out! Immortal brutes are a lot worse than those puny Mortals!" He snapped, being quite harsh and pushy.

(Sorry if I powerplayed a bit. ;n;)