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Subject: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Sun Jan 04, 2015 3:10 pm

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Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Cae

CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

PAIN

For one second, one fraction of a breath, pain pried all of his thoughts away from him. The battle followed through. His veins were molten. His body was remapping itself, charting new courses, planning new bones while it pulverized others to crispy dust. There was no part of this aesthetic demon that wasn't negotiable.

His spine crackled.

His body was convulsing with angular spasm that racked his body in time with a rapidly ascending pulse, looking like the unfortunate witness of death or rebirth. A spasm rippled along the sin's skin, his head jerking upward in a violent, unnatural movement. A slow, ascending whine escaped from his clenched teeth. His mouth cracked open in a gesture of silent agony. Almost backing out of human skin and shedding it off, prickles began to poke through, revealing coarse fur. A shoulder blade jerked upward in a maladroit manner, protruding through the bronze tiles of skin that cocooned this boy. Bones crushed together as they began elongate, inward and outward, pinching and slicing. The skin bubbled profusely, as if tiny botfly maggots were trying to bite their way through his tough skin and surface. A thick web of showering sweat lambasted the sin’s skin, adding a gloss to each movement. Claws tore into the earth beneath him as he clung onto his dear life.

The life of a boy.

A life that wanted to be free. It wanted to eat. It wanted to come out and breathe. But he refused and fought against it. The pain was agonizing. Repulsive. Too much. His mouth snapped open, and hung in that gagging manner for a moment as the bones jammed together and locked, cracking and rubbing against one another. Slowly, the creaking bones stretched outward, ripping the muscles right off the bone as they formed a snout. New muscles regenerated along the newly formed mouth. But still, the young boy fought against the beast. Clenching all of his muscles that let out bloodcurdling screams, he coerced against the demon in the pit of his stomach, a thin whimper escaping the snout that was now bending backward as the bones curled away like weeds to pesticide. His spine that was once curved outward began to simmer downward, crunching back into its human posture, his shoulder blades rolling into their place. Twirling claws shifted to fingers, fingers that gripped the soil so hard that it sent electric waves of aching pain through his shifting forearm. His skin was still twitching and crawling as if it was unsure as to whether it wanted to remain in its current form or not. Though he had managed to grip onto his human self, it was there in his topaz eyes that he was far, far away. The expression in them was clear, however, as they transitioned so slowly from escape to recognition as he rebooted as Caelum Angelo, the 'mortal' boy, instead of Kaelum Petrova, the werewolf. It's been fifteen years. Fifteen clean years of not shifting for some unknown reason. Had it been like this for all werewolves? What had triggered him to turn now? Age? The climate? Anger? What? But at that moment, he realized that he was unbalanced. It needed to be equal, beast and human.

But he refused and stayed human.

The scent of putrid rust lingered deep within his nostrils, a warm liquid marinating his hands. In disbelief and agony, the boy suddenly ducked his head down into his knees; he clenched his hands on the back of his skull, bloodied fingers gripping white locks of hair like a child trying to pry a nightmare from his head. The muscles in his back twitched. His hands were still—his knuckles bone white. His pulse was beating visibly in his neck, fast and hard. He was shivering hard. "M-mother," he choked out in a weak plea, frightened and too guilt-ridden to look at the mess before him. He needed to move, he needed to move quickly. He needed to now. Due to him just now shifting into a beast, it was only a matter of time before he'd have no control and shift once again. He had once heard that werewolves were meant to shift naturally, without any complications. It was a gift in those mens eyes to be a werewolf. But, it was a sin in Caelum's, a boy who had no idea of his true nature until now. So he refused, pushed it down. But oh, so badly, it wanted to come out. His stomach clenched, at the same time that a tremble worked its way up his spine. His shivering increased now, hard involuntary tremors clicking his teeth together. You've got this. He curled his body into a tighter ball. Do this for Mother. Make it through this. Letting out an agonizing scream, he pushed back with all he had. And then it was just him, broken into pieces, and his mother, an innocent, lacerated corpse.

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The fragile collection of translucent sun beams pierced the overhanging covering of rustling leaves, the air thick, glass droplets of ice crystals suspended in the oxygen. The rays of light that dared to enter such a foreign area of darkness were caught, their presence known to the whole area due to their light reflecting off the crystals fluttering within the fog. This intruding cloud had pollinated this whole forest, its spores of crystals crying down tears of shimmering salts. Silence was the fresh scent that filtered the suffering air, screaming for noise to awaken the dead. But the rotting corpses haunting the hell beneath the decaying earth dared not to stir or whimper in agony, dared not to lift a broken, faulty eye lid of putrid flesh; this beast was noticed by all. Silence crept and crept, not a sound of footsteps drawing closer, not a breath gandering from one's nostrils; it was dead quiet. After ten thousand, nine hundred forty-three heart beats later, paper thin eyelids brittle like those of snowflakes fluttered open. His sight was sharp and defined. Suddenly, a thin sheet of glimmering moisture scintillated in the sun's beams, droplets of perspired salt being torn gruesomely out of their home of drenched pores with each rapid motion of one's flawless body as the man resumed his training. Ffffffpp noises were huffed through the humid air, a tactic used to allow the inner energy in one's body to flow through each punch or kick thrown to release immense strength. One grueling punch after another could be heard, the sound of raw and lacerated skin clashing against the hardened bark of an old oak tree. The man's bare back donned toned muscles sheltered by layers of trickling sweat, the muscles writhing chaotically beneath his skin of caramel due to excitement. His long torso that was lathered with the smooth skin of bronze, strong and flawless, had been kissed by salted tears, not a single infliction of pain or wound evident to the naked eye. Every muscle had been visible, etched out carefully and defiantly with impeccable tone. This sin was rather fit, with his long legs that constructed brute kicks that were miraculously power-engineered, and arms that packed just as much muscle. Wearing nothing but his black pants and mid-calf boots of dusted brown, he looked like the stereotypical misanthrope who was never up to no good. Having so that his pants had been low around his waist, his lower abs met his hip flexors more visibly, the v-shaped toned muscle quite exposed. Languid eyes of misfortune and pain gazed at the battered and ruined tree before him, the poor trunk demolished from his hours of training. From the fog, ghastly objects twirled and twisted as his eyes places figures into his blinded sight, these figures writhing in their disturbing dances of pain. Were they spirits? His imagination? A corrupted mind? Such entities of gruesome expressions could conquer a heart at its worst and cause one to go mad, but this man ignored such tricks. He stepped back and allowed his senses to range out around him, his mind focused this time in case of another onslaught of delicious taboo thoughts to waver within his nostrils. He listened further and further in this silent moment, out into the adhesive web of green life, sifting through scents and sounds for something not completely repellant to his thirst for his cruel thoughts. There was a hint of something different, a faint trail to the east. Earth toned, it had smelt like, slightly spicy and natural. Inhaling deeply, he soaked in as much of the scent as he could, and exhaled heavily, the natural scent calming him down lightly, ever so lightly. Shifting his attention away from the scent now, the man focused once more on the tree before him. The sweat that lathered his body gave him a slight sensation of coolness as a gentle breeze rolled through and licked away at the trails of perspiration.

"...Some say Tatiana Petrova fled to the Central Tribe, even the Western, whilst others swear she was hunted down and skinned alive. No one truly knows the young lady's whereabouts, or her bastard son's." Gritting his teeth roughly, his broad back swept through the wet air then as he launched his fist once more at the abused tree, the muscles that pulled beneath his skin with each movement dauntingly defined, toned with the collection of strength. Out of angst, he resumed his onslaught of punches, the forest was much more alive, now that the beast was occupied. Small creatures whose existence had never been known teemed in the leaves around him. As he exhaled, he could hear everything; his breath, his teeth clamping down each time his bloodied fist made contact with the tree, the whisper of birds preening their feathers in the treetops, their fluttering heartbeats, the oak leaves scraping together, even the faint clicking of vexatious ants following each other in a long line up the rotting, damp bark of the nearest tree. Pushing those worthless soundtracks aside, he rose his knee and extended his leg, feeling his tight hamstrings cry in soreness and he kicked the side of the tree. Just as he was about to repeat this maneuver once more, he paused. The air had thickened, and his heightened hearing had picked up something different than the small hum of life that surrounded him. Torpidly lowering his raised leg, his eyes scouted the forest before him. Very, very faintly, he heard a jagged breath rummaging though a rising and falling chest, the inhalation of the water crystals whistling down one's warm throat, the tears from the fog twirling like dust motes caught in a vortex. Though he had superb hearing, he could not locate this unknown source, and so he casually twisted around, allowing his topaz eyes to scan the ocean of green before him to see the intruder.

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It was another raid upon the Central Tribe. Alright more like just an extreme training exercise mission. Five of them had wanted to do more and get out of the Southern Tribe, so Shaylyn's Commander (Commander Kira Genvieve) said that they were going to all go on a little training while also scouting out the Central Tribe's new recruits and see if there was anyway to actually steal information. People joked about just sending Shaylyn over to see her new boyfriend and ask him first hand what they were up to, but that ended up in a brawl and Birch (or Bitch as everyone liked to call him) winning a new shiner on his left eye. So the task was to go into the edge of the Central Tribe and bring back something interesting. Be it new information, a new stick that Kira could smack someone with, or whatever. It just had to be good and worth bringing back. The other catch? Everyone was to go out by themselves and if they had gotten in trouble with the patrols, they were on their own. Of course later they (the Southern Pack Army) would go save their sorry asses, but not until they figured out someone was missing. They had 24 hours to be back.

And so Shaylyn had gone out looking for any kind of...well anything. If she got lucky, she could go and get the jump on a lone scout. Maybe if she as REALLY lucky, she could beat the crap out of Trever for the 'wonderful' dinner she had gotten at his mother's house. Oh how that night still angered her. She went in with hopes of getting out of this marriage, and then ended up finding out Trever had no plans to actually break the arrangement. She was stuck in it unless she figured something out. And she was going to figure something out. Maybe she could fake her own death and run off with Link. But again, there was no way to fake that. Her father would see through that and drag her back from wherever she managed to run away from. That man was great at finding things out. it's like he had a sixth sense or something. It made her both respect him and fear him.

Time passed and Shaylyn wasn't finding any luck. She had found herself finding many sticks, but Commander Kira wouldn't want something as stupid as a stick. In fact, if Shay did bring something like that back, Kira would more than likely smack her over the head with it and send her out again looking for something better. After all, if she was brought something back like that, Shay would more than likely smack someone black and blue and then send them out. Yep. That wasn't something the she wolf wanted. But what was out here that she could even bring back? As her thoughts wandered on this, Shaylyn had stumbled upon something interesting.

Out of the corner of her eye, she had noticed someone fighting with a tree. Or rather training on one. Punches and kicks were being sent their way to the large object. This caused her to stop and watch. And why not? This man was very well toned. Every muscle seemed to have its own life to it. It could make any girl swoon. And as she continued to watch, it seemed as if this man had found out that there was something else here with him. Oh right. She was one a mission training event thing. Maybe she should go out and ask him a few questions. But how? If she came off too hostile, he might attack her. Was he a werewolf? Or was he something else? She hadn't really figured that one out yet. The she wolf was too far out for things like that. No. She didn't need to worry about that. She was a strong fighter and if it came down to a fight, she could handle herself, right? Maybe.

So Shaylyn stepped out from her hiding spot and made herself known to the male. "Hey. Have a nice workout there champ?" She looked him over a few more times as she stood there in silence. How long had he been at this? Was he too tired to fight? No. Nothing was ever too tired to fight. Or at the very least things that felt backed into a corner always were the worst things in the world. If he attacked her now, would he kill her? She wasn't ready for death. Not really. Maybe she should friend it instead and get some information from him instead. Yeah. Good plan.

Running a hand through her hair, the she wolf glanced around as she spoke again. "I don't men to intrude on your little training session here...but I'm currently in my own training thing here. Do you think I could ask you a few questions?" Her yellow eyes turned to him again. He was in human form, but that didn't mean much. Everything in this world, unless it was a real animal, had a human form. The power coming from him didn't seem human though. Maybe he was something else? The eyes. Always check the eyes. Looking to them, they were definitely a trademark of a werewolf set of eyes. Perfect. "Are you from this tribe? I haven't seen you before. New? Or just not really in the military thing?"

Subject: Re: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Wed Jan 07, 2015 8:50 am

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CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

PAIN

It was silent for a moment longer, the cool tear drops of fog seeming to not bother the man at all as he awaited the source's presence. If anything, the fog had soothed and hushed his screaming, burning skin, the demon's skin always radiating such heat due to his unwanted traits. Standing mute, his hands unclenched at his sides as he waited a moment longer. Then, a figure stepped out from behind the green brush. Studying the silhouette before him, he managed to dissect the sex as a female, judging by the thin arms that draped the sides of the being. A perturbed look slowly crept about his features, a silent tumult churning inside him. To kill her, or to not kill her? Be kind and spare her? Hell, what good did it do that she was a woman? Nothing. Sex had meant nothing; male or female, any was still hated by this foul man. “Hey. Have a nice workout there champ?” the brunette had uttered out in a composed voice. The brute narrowed his eyes. Who the hell was she to be calling him such a childish name? “It was going great until now,” his cool, lathering tone of tranquility ringing out in a symphony of neutrality. If his tone had not been so composed, the sarcasm behind his words would have been greatly exposed. As he waited for a response, the wolf clenched his jaw as his patience trickled through his seeping muscles, pulsating beneath his caramel skin. Never was he one to have patience. He watched as the woman ran her hand through strands of light brown, her eyes sweeping around as she tore her lips apart to speak once more. The tall being slightly leaned his nose up in the air as he peered down at the girl with luring eyes, the forest falling silent. "I don't men to intrude on your little training session here...but I'm currently in my own training thing here. Do you think I could ask you a few questions?" Caelum rolled his apathetic eyes under the sun's hidden light, an inaudible grunt ruffing through his roughhewed chest. Questions; how bothersome they were. The woman's golden eyes shifted towards him now, flickering some interest inside of him. Golden eyes, like his... His white eyebrows scrunched together as he came to realization to what she was, his eyes piercing her direction. Finally, the annoyance spoke. "Are you from this tribe? I haven't seen you before. New? Or just not really in the military thing?"

Are you from this tribe? Wait... I haven't seen you before. Effervescent emotions splintered the flecks of topaz in his eyes, curiosity breathing heavily down his strong neck, hot and moist. She was familiar with this area. Therefore... "Suppose you could say I am new..." he grunted in a banter tone, the grin of a scoundrel slicing his lips open, only to reveal a perfect row of white teeth; his canine teeth were most distinct, sharp and...mongrel-like. Though, as soon as the grin appeared it had disappeared, a new sheet of seriousness blanketing his irises. "I'm searching for someone... Do you know of a Tatiana Petrova?" The name he announced poured off his smooth tongue with a Serbian dialect, having rolled the r's in Petrova quite velvety. For years, he has searched for his biological mother but it was a miserable search at that, for nothing came about until recently overhearing some cowardice men speak of rumors about the missing dame possibly residing here in the Central Tribe. It was very relevant that she answer him, for it could finally put this search to end. Shifting his body of sheer huskiness towards her, he picked up a leg and began his delivery of freight in her direction, having grabbed his onyx fleece off the branch it was perched upon just before heading towards her. The weeping shadows that sheltered the drop-offs below his muscles came out from their hiding, the sun's disappearing light allowing them to dart and scatter with his leisure movement. The man watched her with steady eyes, reassuring his analytical mind that she wouldn't flee from his presence drawing near like leaking blood, thick and dreadful. Due to the length of his legs, he managed to scout the distance between the two in a matter of seven steps, coming to a composed halt just five feet before her. In the process of walking towards her he had raised his arms above his head to slide the clothing article upon him, his latissimus dorsi muscles becoming wide as he lowered his arms, pulling the shirt down fairly quickly to avoid any discomfort. His serpentine eyes of sweltering golds narrowed as they observed her at a much closer range now, the man of six foot two towering over her with much simplicity. "If not...then don't bother wasting my time." His tone was harsh, yet his words came out calmly. He needed to know where she was. If she was alive. If she was dead. The man needed something. If this woman had no idea, which was more than likely, he may just have to...dispose of her.

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Alright so he wasn't exactly in this tribe. So just passing through maybe? Well that was rather interesting but not exactly what she was looking for. or maybe it was. Kira never told her exactly what to bring back home as information, maybe he had something he could share to her. Then again, the way he looked at her and the way he spoke didn't seem like he was much of a talker. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go up to this guy. He didn't know who she was, and she had no idea who he was. He wasn't someone she had fought before nor someone whom she had ever laid eyes upon before in her life time. The type yeah. There were many different kinds of silent and deadly people. Shaylyn shouldn't take him lightly.

He then walked over to her in a few short steps. Many wolves that Shaylyn had known would have backed up when he stepped too close, but she wouldn't. That was weakness. If there was going to be a fight, she was going to meet him in battle head on. She wasn't the type of person to cower in fear and run away with her tail between her legs. In fact she hated people like that with a burning passion. What good were you if you ran away? There was no way to know if you could have taken the person down or not.

Then the tall wolf spoke, asking her if she knew someone. Was he talking about someone from the Central Tribe? Could she lie and say that she did? no. Lying was just as bad at this point. If she did and he found out that she had no clue, then he would more than likely come hunt her down and maybe even kill her. Not taking that risk. So maybe she should say something else that could possibly save her own skin and maybe get some information out about him?

Shaylyn raised her eyes to look into his own. "Sorry. I have no idea who you might be talking about. I'm not a member of the Central Tribe. And with any luck, I won't ever be." The she wolf kept calm. If she made any sudden movements, then he might have reason to attack. That wasn't something she wanted. But she also need to be read just in case there was an attack from him. She took a chance and glanced to the side, nodding in the direction to where the central part of the tribe they were currently in was located. "Though I'm sure if you went into the town and asked a wonderful man named Trever Valens, he might be able to help you out." The thought of having to talk with him ever caused her to roll her eyes as she returned her gaze to the wolf before her. "I could take you to the guy, or you could give me your own name and I could give hi the message when I see him next time."

Yes next time. When was the next time? It wasn't ever in battle anymore. Every time something like that was to happen, h would either scold her and take her 'captive' for the day, forcing her to stay in his home for a day or two, or when she had to actually go and see him personally. Then there were other times when he came to her own home for a visit. It always left a bad taste in her mouth. And not because he would kiss her. Just because he was Trever and she hated him with a burning passion.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she waited for this white haired wolf to speak again. Would he give her his name? Or were they to part ways here? It was unclear to be certain, but she was going to wait for the answer none the less.

Subject: Re: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Thu Jan 08, 2015 10:12 am

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CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

PAIN

The woman before this sin did not move a centimeter as he drew closer. Not a muscle twitched beneath her skin, nor did any signs of fear coil within those similar irises of hers. Strong-willed woman. That was a first for this man; most creatures that breathed knew better. Most creatures grew silent after sensing this demon's presence, their breaths usually quickening in fear. The right reaction when he was in the perimeter.. Some people had a much wiser reaction to his scent, to his appearance, than some others seemed to, like this woman. Perhaps she was not familiar of this white-haired werewolf and how his hands have been drenched in the blood of the innocent. Taking the lives of pitiful ones was his only source of entertainment along his travels all these years...

Finally, the porcelain woman allowed her eyes to gaze into his own, calm on the exterior. "Sorry. I have no idea who you might be talking about," Caelum's phalanges twitched at his sides. "I'm not a member of the Central Tribe. And with any luck, I won't ever be." Of course. Not a member of the tribe. Just his fucking luck. A dent formed between his eyebrows as they shifted downward in a scowl, acidic words crawling up his tongue as he felt the putrid taste of her answer sit within his ears. His jaw clenched then, clamping his teeth shut as he repeated her answer within his chaotic mind. No idea? Perhaps the rumor was a bluff and he was foolish to think of it as the truth? No, this man was no fool. She has to be here. Her eyes shifted then, catching his attention and tearing him away from his thoughts. "Though I'm sure if you went into the town and asked a wonderful man named Trever Valens, he might be able to help you out." She once again looked at the man, though the emotions that infiltrated her eyes did not convince him. "I could take you to the guy, or you could give me your own name and I could give him the message when I see him next time." Trever Valens? He's heard of that name only once, about six years ago while in some shit town. Caelum cocked his neck to the right in order to crack it out of sheer vexation, sighing heavily. “For fuck's sake...” he grunted under his breath. Going into town meant being surrounded by a bunch of disgusting demons like himself...werewolves. Arching a brow at the idea, the man rose the corner of his top lip in a snarling manner, shaking his head slightly in agitation. “No I rather you not send him a message... I don't plan on being in this hell of an area very long," he muttered, looking down upon the woman now. "I suppose it would be better if I spoke with this guy myself."

For eleven years Caelum has searched for his birth mother. Eleven years he's searched and has only gained very little information about Tatiana Petrova. As for his father, that was a dead end. Nothing about the bastard is known, nothing at all. Exhaling deeply, the snowy haired man side-stepped out of the way of the woman and rose his hand, glancing at her from the corner of his eyes. "Lead the way."

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This hell of a place? Did he hate it here just as much as she did? What a concept. Well that was fine and all. If she could, she would never come to this place. But again, they were always at war with the Central Tribe (as the other Tribes were as well. You know. Gotta get the Central part before the others did. Whoever claimed that wins). So one day she and everyone else in her tribe was going to be able to move up here and actually live in the place. So maybe it wasn't such a bad place after all? Question mark? Oh well. Doesn't matter. Turning her attention back to the werewolf before her, Shaylyn had failed to at least get his name. At the very least she managed not to die from the guy. That would have been terrible. Well she wasn't going to die, but that was beside the point. He wanted her to show him off to Trever. Well more like show him to him. That was fine. So taking the lead, she started off to the central tribe town area place. "Alright that's fine. I'll take you to him."

But where was this man going to be? He had his own place in town, well kinda out of town but whatever. The chances he was going to be there were pretty high. But so was his whore. Oh how she pissed Shaylyn off. Not that she was not a nice person, but because she wasn't doing a good job in ending the relationship between Shaylyn and Trever. Rain should have been trying harder. Though on the other hand, he could have been at his parent's house. Why? Who knows why. Maybe he wanted to eat some of his mother's cooking. Maybe he wanted to play around with his father. Maybe he just wanted to be there. Don't ask silly questions she doesn't know the answers to. It's rude.

As the two traveled along, the she wolf wondered what this woman was to this white haired wolf. For that matter, why did it seem he hated this place? Did he not like it here because of a past reason? Did he get kicked out before and then was sneaking back in to see this woman? These questions and more filled her mind but she wasn't sure if she should have asked him any of the questions. What if she asked the wrong one? What if she asked something that would set him off? Then again she wouldn't know anything unless she asked her questions. Glancing back over her shoulder, she finally spoke again. "So why are you looking for this woman? Is she important?" Yes. Good question. Hopefully he would answer her back with that. Even if it was a yes or no answer...even if it wasn't exactly a yes or no kind of question.

Regardless of the answer, or lack there of, Shaylyn continued forward towards Trever's own home. Better to at least go there and try and find him, than to go to his mother's house and get pulled into some kind of weird conversation about this marriage and or about her mother Evelyn. Shaylyn didn't want to know anything about her mother at the moment nor did she want to talk about weird things like that. So walking up to the door of his wonderful little place, she knocked on the door. Taking a step back, the she wolf crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the door, trying to figure out who was going to actually open it first. Was it Trever? Or was it Rain? Only time would tell. "Just a fair warning, this guy has a big ego. Just don't inflate it anymore than it is. It's already at a disgusting level."

Subject: Re: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:38 pm

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CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

PAIN

"Ahh! I can't...!" "A little more, dearest! A little more! Keep pushing!" Nataša encouraged frantically, encouraging the young lady to keep pushing. Her painful screams were like chipped nails slowly being dragged against a chalkboard, sending a wave of rippling shivers her mother's bare skin; the baby was a hefty size, and poor Tatiana Petrova was a petite girl of only one hundred and fifteen pounds. The wails of pain screeched inside Nataša's ears, her daughter's sobs and panicking breaths accumulating within the stuffy room. The pain was something she had never endured before; her hands clenched the bed sheets beneath her and she leaned forward as she tried her very best to push. "Just a little more, keep pushing!" Nataša repeated, Tatiana's screams thickening within the enclosed room. "I can't Mama I c-can't!" Tatiana cried once more, causing her mother to bite her tongue. "Tatjana! A little more, push!" The high pitched shrieks of a newborn's cry pierced the tension that sweltered within the atmosphere, Tatiana's body falling limp against the buildup of feathered pillows behind her, weak and exhausted. Quickly with delicate hands, Nataša wrapped the child and held him up, a smile breaking her look of concentration. "Ah mila moja Tatjana! To je dečak! A beautiful, baby boy!" With heavy crestfallen eyes, Tatiana looked up, breathing heavily. "A boy?" she repeated in a raspy, shaken voice, her eyes brightening. "Please Mama, let me see my boy," she sobbed, her frail hands reaching out in such a pitiful manner. Hesitantly, Nataša padded over to her daughter's side and gently placed the newborn in the cocooning arms of his mother, stepping back for a moment to allow the two space. The hushed newborn's oculi of amber were now focused on his mother, his expression screaming bewilderment. No sound lingered upon his tiny tongue; the only audible noise he made were quiet winces. Tatiana's eyes sweltered with tears, gazing so deeply into her child.

"Kaelum... Kaelum Lividus Petrova. My light. My dearest love..." the fragile Serbian panted, exasperation confiscating the timbre of her angelic voice as a wary smile caressed her quivering lips. Dampened strands of snow clung to her skin of alabaster as she rose a frail hand to her newborn's face, her index finger lightly stroking the child's tiny features. His skin felt like satin beneath her very own. "Mama, he's so beautiful, so savršen!" Tatiana choked in a weak yet excited whisper, pulling the innocent being closer to her frantic heart. The beautiful young lady was overwhelmed by an onslaught of dynamic emotions at that moment, her heart pounding in the exact rhythm of an overjoyed being. The dotting mother glanced away from her teensy world for just a moment to see her mother, who stood beside the bed gazing at her grandson with admiration. "Yes, Tatjana, yes he is much savršen," her mother agreed, smiling kindly towards her exhausted daughter. Born from a mother of just seventeen, it was miraculous that the child had been born with no defects or health issues. It was a proud moment for both the mother and daughter, gazing warmly at the little boy. "I understand now, Mama. Though I've done wrong, he's my light. I can do right by raising him properly," Tatiana chimed with smugness in her voice, swallowing back hard as she inhaled deeply. "Women! What are you doing!?" a low, husky voice sharply hissed, Tatiana and Nataša both jumping at such a roar. Abruptly looking up, Tatiana's eyes captured the sight of her father storming into the room, rage and absurdity stabbing the diluted hues of his narrow-shaped eyes. "N-No Papa," Tatiana quickly gasped, cringing away as her father drew near. "You and that infant are a disgrace to this family!" he barked, his rough hands grabbing the child and ripping him freely from Tatiana's secure arms. Her cyan eyes widened in disbelief, grasping out towards her father in a panic. "NO! NO PAPA, PLEASE NO!" she screamed, Nataša hurrying to her daughter's side and gently holding her back. "Maj sin...! Mama," the weak teenager weeped, her mouth gaping open as silent cries poured out from her mouth. "Mama! Mama please give me back my son! Kaelum!"

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"So why are you looking for this woman? Is she important?" The demon trudged through the soaking fingers of green life, tugging and gnawing at his drenched boots as the fog had seemed to thicken. A distant look confiscating his distorted face of newly found poison, of uncertainty. Was she important? A shadow of curiosity lingered within the depths of his glassy eyes, the locks of wavy, milk hair swooshing gently side to side just before his crushed eyebrows, silence trudging along this demon. Now that he thought about it, he himself really had no idea. What if she ended up giving him away because she...never wanted him? With that said, would she still be worth it? Would his traveling over the years in search of her all be worth it? Tearing himself back into reality for a quick moment, he had no clue where they were headed. He was just...walking. Walking through this living web of wetness... The action of his was futile for his unknown travel, his legs mechanically moving forward, one heavy step after the other. Those thoughts...those nightmarish thoughts kept him alive, though, kept his painful soul breathing. It was silent for a moment longer. "She could be," was all the man could muster out in reply, his tone distant and cold.

As his poisonous eyes took a gander towards the area, he hadn't realized how far they had traveled until then; that whole time he was drowning in his thoughts they had somehow made it into some village without his knowledge. Such a question had left him in a state of oblivion. suddenly, the brunette stopped just before some door and rose a balled-up fist, knocking delicately against it. The house they arrived at was nothing special, but seemed to hold the comfort of any typical home. The white haired wolf kept his distance, standing there with his muscles tense. Then she spoke once more, causing him to warily look down at her from the corner of his eyes. "Just a fair warning, this guy has a big ego. Just don't inflate it anymore than it is. It's already at a disgusting level." Big ego? Caelum rolled his topaz eyes and grunted lowly. "Well if I ever want to kill myself in the near future, I'll just have to remind myself to climb up his ego and jump down to his intelligence quotient level."

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Trever was enjoying himself today. It was the one day he was actually home to enjoy the simple things in life. The scouting project going on in the South was beginning to come to a close. It was time for the higher ups, commanders like his father and other strong men and women, to gather and piece some info together for a proper attack. With luck, the Southern Tribe would be knocked down a few pegs after the skirmish that was to come. The North was taught a lesson not too long ago anyway, and they have been pretty quiet since. That was the battle he won his whore from, the same one that was hanging all over him during this time of rest. Not that he was going to complain or anything.

Trever just hoped this next battle yielded more spoils than the last, seeing as all Trever walked away with was this woman, Rainatha Day, the woman of Balto Hourson of the North. Though quite a prize, Trever was striving for better this time around. A few more material objects maybe. Regardless, he did have one prize in mind in particular: A new whore and an end to a career long rivalry. Trever was striving to conquer Shaylyn Nisandern...once and for all. To beat the South and take her as his love slave would be a bruise to the South's offensive efforts. Not to mention, he would have that woman all to himself. After their encounter a few weeks ago, it was hard not to think of her as a more consistent love affair.

"Loosen up." Rain would interrupt his thoughts as he looked at his nude self in the mirror. He'd see her own naked form wrap her arms around him, attempting to drag his attention away from the reflection. "You've been so tense. Keep this up and you'll drop dead of a heart attack. Not that it wouldn't be a blessing or anything." She'd move away from him then and take a spot on his bed. Always running away after making a snide remark. She thought she was clever, playing hard to get with her captor. She could only escape for so long before her smart mouth caught her nothing but a face full of dick.

The male would would sort of huff and grab his robe and place it over himself. "There's a battle to be had. The anticipation makes me restless."

"First you put on your robe and play hard to get and now you speak of being restless. I can take a hint. Just come to bed...let me put your tensions to rest" Rain was hardly one to invite him, but she would if he was being dense or abrasive. Trever would hide a smirk and join his concubine in bed. She'd waste no time in taking that damned robe off of him again and getting to work on his needs. "You know, Jameson saw you with that Southern bitch during the scout. He's rather upset with you, seeing as it looked rather personal. He doubts you were trying to get information from her. Perhaps for good reason." She'd begin discussing with him in a soft tone, between her moans. Conversing as they made love was hardly abnormal for them. In fact, it was almost routine. Trever felt like the only time she had a conversation with him was while they were having a good steamy fuck. He guessed that she had to ruin the mood with something, always. Too bad he grew used to it after awhile.

He'd just huff dramatically. "Talking politics while fucking isn't what gets me off. That's all you." Trever would make a jab at her but will kiss her between these words and the next. "Don't be jealous. She made a mistake, not marrying me. She wanted to apologize. But she lost her chance. Don't be so jealous."

"Me? Jealous? The sooner I can get rid of you, the better." She'll roll her eyes. She never really meant it though, or so Trever liked to think. "I only talk because I know you'll reply. It distracts me from the horrible job you do." That's when Trever ignores her completely and forgets shes even a living being as he fucks her. Getting the hint, she'll sigh. "I just think you should talk to him about it before he dwells on it. Like I said, he's upset." "Noted." He'll say quickly after, and that will be it.

They'd be in the middle of their carnal pursuits as the door knocked to the house itself. Trever would growl and remove himself from his whore. "Who the fuck could the possibly be?" Who could possibly want to ruin his day off? He'd stomp out of his room and into the common area. He didn't grab no clothes or nothing. He'd unlock the door and swing it open, exposing himself to the world outside as well as Shaylyn and some man. Was she trying to impress or get a rise out of him? Another suitor. Very cute. He'd hear them out before opting to punch him in the face. He looked like a bigger dick than that Link guy...she wouldn't go for this type, anyway. It was like dating a light haired version of him. "What do you want?" He'd say gruffly toward Shay. He'd then look to this other dog. His nostrils would flare up, catching his scent. Strangely familiar. Almost a comforting presence. "You wearing some faggot cologne?" Trever would instantly conclude, blaming it on false applicable pheromones.

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So far she kinda liked this white haired nameless wolf. Sure he might have been the type to strike fear into the hearts of anyone he looked upon, but Shaylyn had to give him points on that one. It wasn't every day she actually got a bit worried she was in real danger. And his humor was something that was actually refreshing. It was terrible, but still made her smile. Yep. She could totally like this guy. And as they waited for the door to be opened, a smile formed on her face. "I like you," She said to the other wolf. "If you get a chance while you're looking for this woman, you should come down to the Southern Tribe and look me up. It could be fun."

Her smile went away as soon as the door opened up. Standing before her was none other than Trever himself, naked as the day he was born and just about every other day between. Her eyes moved from his face down to his privates and then back up to him. She sniffed the air and got a good whiff of the sex coming from him and from inside the house. Lovely. "The least you could do is put some clothes on when there is some company at your door.." Shaylyn growled at him and crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at him. "Or at least cover your dick up with something."

Shaylyn's golden eyes glanced past Trever to see if she would see his whore that he was fucking. To see if he still had Rain here or had some other poor unfortunate soul stuck in this house to tend to his every simple whim. This guy really pissed her off. And her parents had wanted her to marry him? It was disgusting. He was disgusting.

She returned her gaze back to him when she was done looking around the place. Right. What did she want? Well we wanted a few things. First she wanted him to put on some damn clothes. Second she wanted him to go die in a hole. Third? Well maybe second would be for him to answer this guy's question, third would be for him to give her some information himself on what was going on around here, and then fourth he could have gone and died in a hole somewhere. "Well for starters, you could put some clothes on. Or at least a towel. No one wants to see that....thing."

Shaylyn turned to the white haired wolf for a moment. How was she going to say how she picked this guy up? Would she flat out say she was on a mission to look for some information? Nah. He more than likely could figure that one out. Might as well be civil for the moment. So she turned back to Trever and forced a smile on her face. And I brought you this guy. He's looking for someone. Since I know you are the person who knows just about everyone in your tribe, I thought you would be the perfect person to have him ask. So why don't you ask us in and at least give us something to drink for our long walk here. I know I'm parched." She turned to the white haired wolf again. "And I'm sure you could go for something too? You were training pretty hard out there." Hopefully that was enough for Trever to at least let them in and let her look around the place. Just something.

Subject: Re: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Fri Jan 16, 2015 4:16 pm

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CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

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"For fuck's sake answer the goddamn door already..." Caelum grunted under his breath as the two waited, cocking his head to the right in order to crack it out of sheer vexation. To this misfortunate man who wielded no patience, this Valen's guy seemed to be take eons. "I like you." Suddenly, the scowl that had once found comfort upon Caelum's face transformed into an expression of slight confusion. His topaz eyes fell hard and distant, acting as though his sensitive ears hadn't heard those three foreign words. "If you get a chance while you're looking for this woman, you should come down to the Southern Tribe and look me up. It could be fun." Was this fool really offering a hand to the demon? Women...so ignorant at times. In response, all this man did was just give a slight nod. He was not one to accept help, ever. He preferred loneliness above all, because that was all he knew. Nothing wrong with that, though. Suddenly, the wooden door swung wide open and out came a beige blob, a ruthless expression remaining upon the white wolf's face.

A pungent scent crawled into the beast's nostrils as the door remained open, the outside air that had swirled in with the motion of the door being rejected by the horrendous aroma of sweat and bodily fluids. In disgust, the left side of the wolf's lip had twitched up, his acidic eyes narrowing slightly. How repulsive. The bare broad before him stared right at him now, Caelum's disgust greatly evident. Why so confident? "The least you could do is put some clothes on when there is some company at your door..." the woman beside him had hissed through her teeth, causing Caelum to glare at the two now with annoyance. Great. Sounds like they have a shitty history. "Or at least cover your dick up with something." That'll be easy; anything can cover up that tic-tac. As the woman struck a few jabs at the naked lad, the impatient wolf observed the man's face, his eyes narrowing by the slightest increment. Oddly, he and Caelum seemed somewhat alike, though reversed; this man donned dark hair, whilst Caelum had white. Both wielded those all too familiar topaz eyes, just like any other werewolf, and the same hue of caramel-tanned skin. Same build, close height. Strange, but not so much.

"...and I brought you this guy. He's looking for someone. Since I know you are the person who knows just about everyone in your tribe, I thought you would be the perfect person to have him ask. So why don't you ask us in and at least give us something to drink for our long walk here. I know I'm parched." Hearing her suggest going inside caused Caelum to glare at her from the corner of his eye; he did not have the time to sit down and dilly fucking dally with this prick. A question suddenly festered within her eyes, and the white wolf held his breath. "And I'm sure you could go for something too? You were training pretty hard out there." What the fuck...how dare she put him on the spot like that. A blasé look corrupted the planes of his facial features as he took a gander at the dark haired man, not a shit being given as to whether he'd quench their thirst or not. "You wearing some faggot cologne?" the man asked in a blunt manner, Caelum remaining in his composed stature. "You and I are both donning the faggot cologne. After all, us werewolves unfortunately happen to reek that musky dog-like scent that isn't too favorable," the sin interjected cooly, his eyes remaining disinterested. He now understood why the woman had acted out so rudely towards this Valens guy; he was a typical mongrel—brash, sloppy, and careless. Caelum hated his true kind even more now. "Though, if I were you I'd tell your concubine back there to wash her pussy next time. I can smell your dick from here and it reeks of rotten fish, the white wolf suggested, shrugging his shoulders slightly. "Unless you're into rotten whores. If that's the case, do as you please."

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How disgusting. Fuck a Southern woman once and she felt she was obligated to tell you how to live your life. What the fuck was she even doing here? And who was this prick? How dare she attempt to command him and then have the audacity to ask him for help. The wolf would curl his lip up into a slight snarl, that kind warning, 'you're annoying' scowl before the bite. She probably wanted him to bite her. It'd probably be the most action she got since they fucked about a week ago. Knowing that, he supposed he could stand to be a little more patient with her. His scowl would fade and he'd just roll his eyes at her, not really making any moves to put clothes on just yet as the other male had to make a few statements of his own in retaliation to his own.

Trever would actually blink at this guy a few times. To his first comment about his scent, he'd subtly (not so subtly) sniff his underarm, thinking it looked less strange if he leaned himself into his arm rather than raising the arm up. Musk. Masculinity. He saw no problem with the scent. What was this white wolf's problem? "Sorry my smell offends you, milk drinker." He'll sort of huff, not really offended, just finding it uncomfortable that people asking for help at his doorstep are insulting him. He didn't need this negativity in his life.

Nor did he need this punks last words. This disrespectful little cunt. Did he have any clue in the world as to who he was talking to? Much less did he understand the weight of insulting his whore in front of him. He may as well have told him the same news about his mother. Trever would clench his jaw tight. "Excuse me. Let me find something more suitable." Trever will say calmly enough through his teeth. Promptly after, he'd slam the door in their faces. He'd walk deeper into his bachelor pad, away from the door before he wound up breaking it down or something expensive.

Rain would peek around door frame of the master bedroom, wearing nothing but loose blue fabric, what she enjoyed calling a robe, wrapped around her body. "Don't get testy over..." And before she could finish her sentence, Trever had flipped over the coffee table in the common area with a loud roar, one probably audible throughout the village.

Outside, Jameson would be approaching the house. He'd stop before the two guests and wave to them in greeting. Tall (giant actually, standing almost 7 feet tall), dark, and handsome all over. Golden eyes like the sun, brown hair, and a big white smile to compliment his stupid grin. His was a lot friendlier, less dickish than Trever's grin, in a way a little apologetic. "Sorry if he's being rude again. Oh um...You must be from the Southern Tribe? Shaylyn, right? And your name, sir? I'm Jameson of the Central Tribe. A pleasure." He'd bow fully to them in a respectful manner. As he'd come back up he's seem awkward and unsure. Like he wanted to invite them in, but it really wasn't his place to. "I'm just...going to see what's up. Um...I'll get him back out here in a sec." And into the fray he'd go. He'd touch the white haired male to squeeze by, but as he did, he'd make a sudden and strange eye contact with him. A sort of realization will form on his face and then he'll enter the house and close the door behind him without a word. As he would enter, he wouldn't be too pleased with the sight that was unfolding before him. "That is mahogany." Jameson will facepalm himself as he sees Trever seething over the flipped coffee table.

Rain will look to the larger, less high strung male and will sort of beg for his help with her eyes. "Why is this always a thing. You take off his pants and then every time its always my job to put em back on. Every. Time. You owe me one. Again." "Your cousin needs you. He's your problem until the sun sets." Jameson will hold up his hands in defeat, she didn't need to tell him his job. Trever had other plans though. He'd storm from the defeated coffee table and into his room. "Bring me my weapons. I'll kill that albino freak." And he'd push through Rain to go get suited into his leather. Jameson will get rather frazzled by that. "No, no, no, no. The dude outside? You can't. That...he's not...you know. Uh...you can't." A thousand words came to mind, but not one of them he could say to Trever. They either wouldn't affect him, or Jameson simply couldn't disclose another man's secrets. Scouts honor and all that junk. "He's not even albino!" "Good. It wont be a hate crime then." Yep. Nothing could convince this stubborn ass. A hard line will form on Jameson's face then. He just could not win. "Did he tell you her clunge smells like rotten fish? You know, people tell me I naturally smell that way. You have to learn to shrug these things off. I do, Rain does." But there she was, giving him his weapons anyway. Armed to the teeth, Trever was ready. "Why are you on his side today, of all days?!" "I don't like the way he smells either." Jameson would once again facepalm himself. This was just unbelievable. Nothing to do now but get on with life and hope they don't kill each other. "I think we should just all sit down and talk about this. You know. As a family. Weren't you going to marry Shay? Shes family. Rains your whore, shes family. I'm your cousin, I'm family...that guy...uh...he's cool. Don't do mean things. He can be the pet dog. He's family."

"You're right, Jameson. I will conquer him and he will beg for my mercy like the dog he is. I'll own his rotten cunt too and fuck him til the next sun rises." Trever will growl as he walks back to the front door now. Well. That was heavy. Jameson will hold his hand up in protest. "I...really don't think you want to do that..." But before he could listen to reason, Trever had already opened the door. He'd look to his 'guests' calmly enough. "I hope this form suits you. It'll be the last thing you see, peasant." Trever will shoulder check the white wolf as he pushes passed him and exits his home. "I'm challenging you, faggot wolf. Meet my in the square in a half an hour. Prepare well for your death." Trever will then walk in the direction of the square.

"...Uh...so, nice weather we're having..." "Right...it will be beautiful in 30 minutes time..."

Subject: Re: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Sat Jan 17, 2015 7:01 am

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CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

PAIN

"Sorry my smell offends you, milk drinker." "Ah, yes. Indeed I do love milk. Good for your bones, makes them strong since calcium is the main mineral. Also prevents me from getting osteoporosis," the incubus rejected the insult with slight sarcasm, his feverish eyes bright with excitement. "Excuse me. Let me find something more suitable." Perceptions floating along the pigments of putrid beryl gazed at this cocky man before him, a vestige of recognition bursting within the unreliable irises of this swallowing incubus; agitation. The agitation of this man was quite satisfying to this hellion, who—beneath his serious exterior—endeavored greatly to fight back a smirk. Watching the muscles clench beneath the skin of this man provoked such a decent mood to cast out of Caelum. Jaw-clenching. Hissing. Insults—the man was pushed past his limits, and only could such a thing bring undying satisfaction to this white demon. Effervescent emotions splintered the flecks of topaz in his eyes, amusement breathing heavily down his strong neck. This was just all so gold to the white wolf. The wooden door slammed shut just before the two, Caelum crossing his arms over his bulky chest. "Perhaps I should have called his whore a courtesan. Isn't as offensive as concubine..." his insouciant voice muttered, a foul smile cranking the muscles around the corners of his mouth into a low, deceiving grin. From behind the door, he could hear quite the pandemonium coming from within the house—such as tables crashing harshly against the floor and such. Caelum smirked. His ears twitched as he listened intently, picking up all sorts of insults.

"Sorry if he's being rude again. Oh um...You must be from the Southern Tribe? Shaylyn, right? And your name, sir? I'm Jameson of the Central Tribe. A pleasure." The smirk on Caelum's lips quickly fell flat as another voice intruded his eavesdropping, turning his head to the left to glance over his broad shoulder. A man with the height of about seven feet and brown hair came into view, bowing in respect. "It's Caelum," the beast informed coolly, glancing away now. "I'm just...going to see what's up. Um...I'll get him back out here in a sec." As this towering man shuffled on by, he came in contact with the hellion and immediately, both men glanced at each other, some speckle of realization burning within the brunette's eyes. Caelum's apathetic eyes narrowed ever so slightly as the man disappeared behind the door, snarling lightly. Why did each man give off strange but familiar vibrations...?

The ruckus inside was all too amusing, though. He picked up the words albino and cunt and other sorts. Not a single name inflicted any sort of hurt upon the hellion, for he's heard worse than those in his time. Why was this man so butt hurt over his whore? If she meant so much to the prick, she shoulda' been viewed with a better title than a whore. After a few more minutes of bitching, the door swung open and out came Valens in attire, Caelum's heedless eyes centered on him once more. "I hope this form suits you. It'll be the last thing you see, peasant." As the angered man walked by he shoved his shoulder into Caelum's own broad one, only pushing him back ever so slightly. Caelum grinned. "I'm challenging you, faggot wolf. Meet my in the square in a half an hour. Prepare well for your death." Guess I did offend him about his stupid whore... What a bitch he internally huffed, shifting the weight among his right leg to his left and glancing off behind his shoulder, watching the man walk off. The tall, snowy-haired brute then shifted about one-hundred eighty degrees, standing sideways to the woman who had brought him to this guy. "A little fight every now and then does make life a bit more interesting, don't 'ya think?" he grunted in a banter tone, the grin of a scoundrel slicing his lips open, only to reveal a perfect row of white teeth; his canine teeth were most distinct, sharp and...demon like.

The taciturn rogue then kicked the toe of his boot into the ground, the soft crunch oozing beneath each heavy pound, shifting here and there in his stance. "So," he started, cocking his face back toward the two who stood within the house. "Does he normally act so rash like that? It's quite amusing if I may say so myself," he called out in a composed tone, the sardonic features buried within this man now emerging from their damp graves.

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Shaylyn had ignored the looks coming from the wold next to her. She didn't really care if he was about ready to kill her with his dark aura that was coming out from him. In fact, she didn't even really pick it up. Her attention was set upon Trever and the fact he was just standing there and acting like a dick. This derpy mother fucker. And then what does he do? He slams the door in their faces. What the hell? Did he really just go and do that? This had caused the female wolf to let out a sigh and hold her head with a hand. This was going to be a much more difficult time than she thought. It just went from bad to worse. And honestly, she didn't think it could get worse from here.

And as Trever was throwing a bitch fit inside the house, a new wolf had shown up. Well to be exact, it was Jameson. This was the first time Shay had actually seen him face to face in a calm sort of setting. Most times it was on the battlefield. Her golden eyes looked to Jameson as he spoke and walked inside, giving her and Caelum a taste of what was really happening on the inside. "No. The woman is a whore so call her out as such. I've been doing it for a while anyway." She let out a grumble as she just stared at the front door. When was this going to end? When was all of this just going to end so she could leave and get going on with her mission again? Maybe it was a mistake to even suggest Trever.

And then it went from worse to god offal. Trever was challenging this man to a fight? What? Did he lose his mind or something while he was in there. And when Caelum had said that he was going to accept the fight, this only made Shaylyn's eyes grow bigger. Wait what? Snapping her head to Jameson and Rain, she spoke to the male wolf inside. "You call this getting him outside in a sec? What the hell did you say to him?"

She left the three at the home and ran after Trever. He needed some sense brought back into that thick head of his. He didn't know what he was up against. He didn't understand what he could be doing. Running after the taller male, Shaylyn called out to him. "Hey! What are you doing trying to challenge him to a battle? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Maybe he was. Or maybe he was trying to get himself killed. God why did this man make her so mad all the time. First she wants him dead, next she doesn't want him dead, then she sees him again and wants to just deck him....and now she was worried he was going to get killed. Shaylyn really needed to get her emotions in check.

Shaylyn got in front of him and glared up at Trever. If he would try and move one way, she would move the same way. She was going to have a talking with this man one way or another. "DO you understand what kind of person you are going to be fighting here? This guy scares me. Like 100% terrifies me. I watched him destroy a tree. I was pretty sure he was going to turn on me at any given point while we were alone. He's that kind of man, Trever Valens. And we had come over to ask you a question. He's looking for someone. A female. It's important, or at least it seems that way." Shaylyn crossed her arms over her chest and glanced away from him. Yes alright, she was scared for his life. Yes alright she kinda cared about him after what he did a few weeks ago. How she went to her rescue with Link. She wanted to make sure he was alright. Because she actually was a bit worried that he was going to get hurt. And for once, it wasn't because she was afraid someone else was going to hurt him before her, but because she didn't want something to happen to him. Whatever happened those weeks ago had changed her. If it was for the better or not, she wasn't going to find out until later. Hopefully. "Please don't do this..."

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How obnoxious. This younger male oozed this sort of sarcasm that Trever did not appreciate at all. He was the kind of brat the dark haired wolf ate for breakfast. His scrawny milk fed bones would make great toothpicks for after the battle. Trever Valens was going to teach him a lesson, that much was for sure. That pup will learn real damn quick not to mess with alpha males. Speaking of himself being a strong dominating alpha, here came his new found whore. Shaylyn Nisandern. What could she possibly want? "I told you to prep your man for the fight. What do you want?" He'd say in a rather cold way. She'd stand in his way before he could move much further though. He attempted to move to one side, and she followed. Then he'd move to the other, there she was. Then he tried to shoulder passed her and she'd bump him back, pushing him back into place. The male would growl and not so eagerly listen to his wolf-mate of one time.

Kill himself? That punk ass was going to best this man of a wolf. No, he didn't think so. Shaylyn was being ridiculous. Why's she even care anyway? She brought that white haired freak here so what was the damn problem. Not listening to her the first time, he just still figured he was some kind of suitor. Well fuck her and fuck that prick. Trever was getting too old for these games now. But then she'd reiterate that she just randomly found him and brought him here? Why? Who the fuck knew. What's worse though is that she was going on about how skilled this little shit was. Like really? Shaylyn of the Southern Tribe? Scared? Yeah ok. Destroying a tree, big whoop. He'd growl to himself then. This mere boy was no match for the Guardian of the Central Tribe. He was going to learn his damn mutt place.

"If he wanted my help, he should have stayed his tongue and bit it off if he had to. I;m not having anyone talk about my conquest like that. Though she is my slave woman, I don't let other people treat her or talk about her like that. The way he spoke of her was an outrage and I will simply not be having it, not in my village." Trever would growl. He'd then attempt to shoulder by one more time. "And contrary to popular belief Shaylyn Nisandern, I do have not known every single dried up cunt in this tribe. So piss off if you think I could ever help you in the respect of finding someone. Sniff the bitch out yourselves." Trever will snarl on his way passed her, if he is allowed to do so.

Back at the household of Trever and Jameson, Jameson would have walked up to the young male at the door and leaned against the door frame, watching Trever as he move along. With that woman. He'd sort of scoff and then look to the white haired young wolf. "I know you must have so many questions...I don't have all the answers myself. But I know...your journey is coming to an end finally, after all these years of searching." He'll be purposely vague, trying to seem mystical in presence so he doesn't ask further questions. "I'm sorry...about my cousin. Just...don't kill him. He probably doesn't seem it, but he's a good guy at heart. Regardless, I think the answers you seek will come to you today. But if you kill him...they may not come so readily. Daddy K won't like you very much if you kill his one legitimate son, after all." No full names. Just enough. He didn't know how much this wolf knew of his true father...but Jameson here knew quite a lot of it, through the Giant of Central himself, Krios Valens.

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Subject: Re: Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Tue Jan 20, 2015 11:21 pm

| WE MUST BE KILLERS |
Children Of The Wild Ones | OPEN | Cae

CHILDREN OF THE WILD ONES

PAIN

Out of his peripheral vision, the white wolf's eyes caught the vague sight of the second male, who nonchalantly leaned against the frame of the front door. The nimble scoff allowed itself to settle within the walls of his auditory canal, not having yet ventured into his cochlea to be entirely comprehended. His tainted eyes drifted towards the mysterious man, famished with indescribable emotions. "I know you must have so many questions..." —Damn right I fucking do— "I don't have all the answers myself. But I know...your journey is coming to an end finally—" the incubus's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "—after all these years of searching. I'm sorry...about my cousin. Just...don't kill him." The twenty-six year old rolled his apathetic eyes under the sun's luminous glow, an inaudible grunt ruffing through his roughhewed chest. Why would he waste energy on such a trifling fool? Killing him would grant pleasure to many beings. No one deserved such satisfaction. The man continued on, Caelum cocking his head slightly as he fixated his acidic eyes upon him. "He probably doesn't seem it, but he's a good guy at heart. Regardless, I think the answers you seek will come to you today." A spark ignited deeply within the cool depths of the white wolf's topaz eyes. "But if you kill him...they may not come so readily. Daddy K won't like you very much if you kill his one legitimate son, after all." One legitimate son, huh? Explains why he was an arrogant imbecile. Must feel a great source of superiority due to such a simple thing. A low grimace grazed the lips of the new wolf, his eyes widening in a sardonic manner. "How dandy, I could give a fuck whether he liked me or not," he informed, his voice slathered in utter nonchalance. Oddly, this disgrace is sometimes guided by his neutral conscience and typically acts altruistically, without regard for or against lawful precepts such as rules or tradition, or even authoritative figures. The man does not feel beholden to them, and finds them to be arrogant assholes who think so highly of themselves due to certain titles and hierarchy branches. Whether one was high or very low, they were still treated like dog shit by this mongrel. Zero fucks were given.

Shifting his body away from this man, Caelum lifted his foot and began his freight towards the new destination for this so called "brawl". The demon couldn't help but chuckle internally; a man who became butt-hurt over the insults of a whore was no man. Fussing and bitching like the pussy he was only labeled him as a worthless fool to Caelum. Whores were whores for a reason. They held no respect for themselves, held no standards. Obviously this man's whore had substantially low standards because after all, she was with him. This so called Trever Valens guy. "Pretty sure I've seen women wear heels higher than that whore's standards..." the beast mumbled as he stride through the town, oblivious to those around him. But more importantly...somehow, this fuckboy held the answers that Caelum had been seeking all these years. And unfortunately, he wanted to fight. Which Caelum had no problem with but...he would fight as a human. Not as the starved beast down within his burning soul, the beast that lacerated his insides in such a grueling manner. The beast that—selfishly—tore open his adoptive mother... He would refuse his true nature. Being in such a form only caused Caelum to feel nothing but remorse and suffocating guilt. His hands—or claws—were forever tainted with the sight of Cecile's blood. A permanent sight that will never disappear from the poor man's mind. Forever engraved within his heart and sight—his form was a constant reminder of his sinful self.

NOTHING BUT PAIN

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A growl escaped her lips as she glared up at him. He wasn't her man. She belonged to no one. Not Link, not Trever, and most definitely not this Caelum guy. She had stumbled upon him and knew just as much as Trever did. Well almost just as much. Maybe a bit more, but that was beside the point. The point was this dick was ignoring her and assuming things and being a dick over all. And so as he walked past her, she followed after him. "He's not my man, so stop being jealous...dick." The wolf continued forward and grabbed Trever's arm and yanked him back a bit. This man was frustrating her to no end. First he hates her, then he likes her, then he hates her, then he likes her, now he hates her again. Could he just pick one mood to stay in and stay in it? Maybe one day she could figure this guy out, but today was not that day. Today was the day she was trying to make sure he didn't die.

And so, as stated before, she had pulled him back, trying to get him to look down at her again. Though if he did or if he didn't was up to him ass he spoke regardless. "And why don't you know everyone that comes into your tribe? Aren't you the Guardian of the Central Tribe? Isn't it your job to know who all comes in and who goes? I came personally to ask you to do this guy a favor. I don't know who this woman is because I don't live here. And even if I didn't know who this woman was, I would at least try and look for someone who knew who she was. But instead you can't handle some random guy who has some terrible attitude to walk up to your house with me to ask you something. For all you know he could be finding your long lost sister you never knew was a thing. And what do you do? You want to beat the shit out of him."

This was starting to piss her off. What did Trever know about this guy? Nothing. He knew nothing of this guy. Maybe he was looking for a long lost sister. Maybe he, Caelum, was looking for his long lost sister. Maybe this woman was his mother, maybe this woman was the girl he planned on marrying. Or maybe this girl was someone whom he had to kill for whatever reason. She didn't know and Trever didn't know. All this dick knew was nothing.

Shaylyn's grip upon Trever's arm grew tighter. If she could, she would just deck him. Why? Just because. She didn't have a reason, or maybe she had all the reasons. It just didn't matter at this point. But, as much as the thought was so tempting, she had to refrain. She could get into trouble. So angrily she yanked her hand back and shoulder bumped him, continuing on. "I'll let my man know you're coming." It was a jab at him. Sure a moment ago she didn't want him to get hurt, but now she wanted to see Trever scream like a little bitch and get his face wrecked. So with a huff, Shaylyn started walking off to the meeting area and started looking for Caelum. He might as well know that Trever was ready for that fight now and that she was secretly hoping he was going at least wreck him just a tiny bit. Just a tiny bit.

((Sorry for the long wait and the crappy post guys))