Himion smelled Basil approaching...he smirked to himself. Himion looked in to a drawer and picked up some thick rubber gloves. He then picked up a couple of silver lined bullets and placed them inside his sig sauer...he bent out the window pointed towards the forest and waited for the idiot destined to get clos enough.
(Your funny tryin kill my dude with silver *Shakes head*)
Basil saw himion bent out the window.Basil saw him and slowly crept.He turned in to his wolf form and jumped through the window with force.He knocked down himion.He turned back to human.He looks at the silver bullets."Nice try,But I think I get the idea"He said.
Himion sat there prepared to shoot...he then sighed after a few moments and shot him in both legs but looked on merciful...then his face hardened and he walked away leaving Basil to writhe in pain. Himion looked at a wall. "Why kill you when I can torture you" he said but he knew that it was just an excuse and that he had actually shown mercy to someone. He sighed again.
Himion turned around grinning evilly. He was back. "Your tatoo huh?" he asked walking towards basil. He turned in to his werewolf form. "How 'bout I just tear that off, then you won't be strong anymore right?" he roared clicking his claws together eerily. "You want to see what a marked can do?" He said as he approached closer and closer then kneeled down. "I'm afraid you're the one who will be going to hell tonight filthy destined...but I may see you there soon," he said as he dug his claws in to the flesh of Basil's arm.
Basil yelled"AH JESSIE!!!!"He was in pain.He Gritted his teeth and looked at his wounds as they disappeared."Your in trouble now "He said in pain.Basil spit in himion face.He then turned into his werewolf form and threw him into the wall.He ran quickly to Rayj unconcious body.He held his claw to her neck."Wouldn't want to get your pretty little girlfriend killed would you?"
Originally posted by Lil' Gangsta"My girlfriend?" Himion asked laughing evilly. "The only reason I kept her was because I thought that she might be able to help against you, but now I see that I was wron and plus, I think I can handle you without her. Kill her if you want" Himion said "Oh wait..lyou would never kill an innocent would you...your a poor little good guy destined...your bluffing." Himion said with a mock voice.
Basil yelled"AH JESSIE!!!!"He was in pain.He Gritted his teeth and looked at his wounds as they disappeared."Your in trouble now "He said in pain.Basil spit in himion face.He then turned into his werewolf form and threw him into the wall.He ran quickly to Rayj unconcious body.He held his claw to her neck."Wouldn't want to get your pretty little girlfriend killed would you?"
[]Oh my o__O Im in quite a pickle aren't I lol. Well uhh... Sorry for the late post, but im finally back from light night baby sitting x__x[]
Rayj's eye's flickered open. She knew she was in trouble before, but now she had no idea where she was, and found herself staring into the eye's of a destined werewolf.
Up untill now she had been completely silent, even peacefull looking, but in less than a second, she had lashed out again, her fangs bared and ready to chomp down on Basil's arm.
Rayj snarled and with a burst of stored energy, threw herself foward, shoving Basil straight for the broken window he had come from. As quickly as she could, she switched to her human form, squeezing free of Basil's claws as he stumbled backwards through the window.
Rayj clumsily scooted herself away from the window, unsure if Basil was going to jump back in the fight or not. Unable to find the energy to stand, she pressed herself against a wall, bracing herself for what ever might happen next.
You're Face To Face With The Man Who Sold The World
He couldn't contain the snarl that rose in his throat when Asa was forced down. He jerked his head back to Edward, eyes narrowed into brown slits. He wouldn't move, not until this man made the first move of offense. It was like playing chess. Only with a fatal outcome if you made the wrong move. You didn't just get a King taken away, but your life...
He tensed, eyes widened as Edward came closer and closer to the red-head Phayte felt so.. strangely around. He wasn't entirely heartless. If he had not known her, he would have fought but not as strongly. He would not have battled to the death, but until a severe wound stopped him from saving her. However, because he knew her, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to tear this man's throat out. He wouldn't rest until he stood over the corpse of the leader. If he could somehow manage to kill him, to render him helpless, the pack may flee in terror. Or... They may defend their leader and rip Phayte into shreds. This thought made him tremble.
Besides, if he were to fight for her, he'd have to turn into... it. He'd have to give up his humanity to save this girl. He gasped, watching as Edward ripped Asa's head back. Well, perhaps not ripped, but he was sure that her neck was probably uncomfortable. Another growl caught in his throat. His body tensed, the hairs on his neck bristled. For a moment he seemed to lose himself, caught in the rage of what had happened, what had gone so wrong...
She touched his face, lips making words he couldn't hear. His vision swam and her face contorted into something like a monster. He screamed in agony, ripping at his clothes and shaking. She wrapped her arms around him and he buried his face into that perfect blonde hair. He took a large breath of her, but it only drove him more mad. Shoving her away she was flung into the wall. He stared as she tried to get up, tears running down her cheeks. A scream of terror caught in his throat. He felt his body morphing into something he couldn't control. Perfect teeth became fangs, feminine fingernails became claws, fur coated his entire body. She screamed in terror, and he struck.
"Kill her."
It was now that he lost himself again. He was thrown into a black abyss, forced to watch the fight as if trapped inside his own mind. Pounding at the cage of the beast, he looked through the bars. His body had turned into a wolf's, roaring into life as jaws opened to catch the air. Saliva flowed from the beast's jowels, happy to be free at last. The thick fur hung around his body as he stalked to Edward. Before he had time to control himself, the beast lunged again. He closed his eyes, unable to watch as his body worked on its own accord. In his mind he heard her scream, and his human conscious collapsed, letting the raged beast take over.
Of course it was Adrian who had to do Edward's bidding, him never wanting to get his hands too dirty. Adrian grabbed Asa by the scruff of her collar, pulling her to her feet. Unable to fight back, Asa was practically drug against her will away from the rest of the pack and Phayte. She took what she thought was going to be her last look at him, his beautiful blonde hair, soft brown eyes, she tried to hold on to every memory of his gentle touch, his soothing voice... But the last she saw of him was something next to horrifying. That beast could certainly could not have been the perfect being she had seen just seconds before.
Yet Asa did not have much time to think about him as Adrian dropped her to the ground. So this was it, her life would end here, in this bleak forest by a less than intelligent werewolf that was killing her out of fear for his own life. She couldn't help but to let out a low growl as he pulled out a blunt dagger, so he was going to torture her to death, just perfect. He raised it over his head with unsteady breaths. He was a coward, and Asa knew that, Adrian knew that she knew that. And right as she was about to send her foot into his jaw, he froze. Simply stopped. Not making any eye contact he spoke, his voice shaking.
"Please, Asa, don't fight back. You really think I would kill you?"
So he was a coward, she hid a smirk, relieved that she had been a sort of friend with him a while back.
"Hold still, Edward needs to at least think your dead."
And with that he ripped through her right shoulder with the dagger letting a steady flow of blood seep out. Asa moaned, it sure wasn't the best feeling in the world but she knew it was better than fighting him. He then grabbed a reasonable handful of her hair and cut it off, leaving a noticeable missing chunk. It was their idea of a trophy, hair of a victim turned crimson with blood, an interesting trinket indeed. He stood slowly, still not meeting her eyes. She didn't blame him, what he had done, or not done rather, was now putting his life in danger. Asa would have to pay him back someday, but for now he turned, holding a lock of her red hair dripping with blood mumbling a warning for her to stay far away from their pack.
Asa stared after him, the coward -maybe, the savior -absolutely.
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Edward was taken back by the sheer force and power of the lost. Small and powerless in his human form, yet a deadly monster as a werewolf, as most were. This one obviously had no control over his werewolf form, Edward knew that from the start, most lost didn't, but this one had such rage. How cute, thought Edward, he's defending dear Asa. But he quickly thought very differently as Phayte lunged towards him. Edward scrambled away quickly, glaring at the others around him who were clueless on what to do without any orders. He saw Adrian emerge from the shadows with Asa's hair, and sighed in relief, their signal to leave. And so they did, all transforming into werewolves and running like the fools they truly were, and put as much distance between them and Phayte as possible.
Cut Myself On Angel Hair And Baby's Breath
A course snarl rippled through his throat. His jaws nearly met flesh and for a quick moment he was thrown back by his own force. Inside, he lay awake in agony. His eyes were clouded, giving into the monster that hovered above him. He stared into those glowing red eyes and his own widened in pure terror. The monster rose upon coiled bodice, arching its back and opening its jaws. With a scream he felt the darkness wrap around him, crushing everything he ever cherished out of his soul.
Though they had gone, the wolf had not. He looked furious at the trail they left. He was about to chase after it when a movement in the bushes caught his eye. He was starved. He needed meat. Needed blood. Needed to kill! His jaws tore apart the deer foolish enough to be caught. As his fangs tasted the sweet crimson juices, he bit into it with his tongue. It seemed as if these actions were flip-flopped. Everything was... Phayte was lost in the abyss of memories, and was paralyzed to a point where he wouldn't return. Or so he thought. Everything was hopeless to him now.
In his eyes, he saw her face once more. Tears ran down his cheeks. He heard her voice, that beautiful voice. He reached out and took her hand in his, holding her close. She kissed his forehead, smiling gently and running her finger under his eye. She was so beautiful to him. She had been the greatest thing in his life. He stared into her flawless beauty, gasping at the gorgeous love that held him back in his own embrace.
Then, everything sunk away. She touched his face, tears collecting in her eyes. She reached out to him, and him to her. His hand fell right through her, and hopelessness once again grasped his heart. The blonde disappeared, leaving him to face the darkness alone. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He fell to his knees, sobbing into his hands. The voice that haunted his dreams once again spoke,
"You killed her. You let her die. You tasted her blood. You tore apart her flesh. You held her beating heart in your hands. What kind of love is that! You didn't deserve her. You killed her, Phayte. YOU KILLED HER!"
He was slammed against the wall of his cage, lifelessly staring into the black nothingness. On his hand there was a ring. A single... beautiful... gold ring... On her hand there had been one too. Until he tore everything they had to pieces. It was all his fault. All his fault....
"I killed you."
And still, the beast was uncontrolled. It's fangs bared as no amount of food seemed to satisfy it. Yet, a new scent of blood caught its interest. It tore towards it, saliva hanging out of its jaws. It ran down the hill, moving quickly and hungrily towards the victim. It stopped, eyes bloodshot and blank. It held no soul, but a demon possessed it. In front of the monster stood its prey. In front of it stood the thing he craved most. Asa...