Ready to Fall [Sabaoth]

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Stuck. She could not move. Well, at least not easily. The tiny red ethiopian wolf had strayed too far again, much too far from her security and shelter for a reason still unknown to her. Perhaps she had been bored? Maybe she had just wanted to stretch her legs. Right now, however, the proper reason escaped her. Right now, her leg had managed to wedge itself between a rock and a hard place, quite literally. She whined softly, shifting in the hot afternoon sun as she attempted to pull the already debilitated leg from the rocky prison within which it had fallen. Eventually, with some rather difficult pulls and twists, the female managed to free herself, but only just in time to avoid a rock falling on top of her from a spot that she had loosened up the rocks slightly higher up on the slope. Why did you come here? What stupid idea brought you to this place? Her mind lectured her softly, almost taunting her for her obvious stupidity.

Lex would not approve of her being here. In fact, he would probably just pick her up and drag her back to where he knew she was safe and he could keep an eye on her. She sighed softly, shaking her head and focusing back on her injured leg. It did not appear that any bones were broken - much to her delight - but there was some slow bleeding that would prove to make her journey back north a bit difficult. She growled softly in irritation both at her injury and her own lack of thinking ahead, but her tongue soon silenced the sound as it slid from her mouth to swipe slowly across the open skin. Finally satisfied that her leg was clean, she lifted her head once more, tongue lolling out of her mouth in a panting motion as the sun continued to beat down on her small form.

This type of environment was the one she had grown up in, therefore the heat really did not irritate her. Sure, it was inconvenient, but she could easily adjust. Now, which way had she come from? She blinked slowly, turning her head in one direction and then the other, hoping to find some sort of recognizable landmark to help her find her way back home. But, of course, she found none. A soft whine of both frustration and growing fear bubbled up in her throat, ears pinning backwards and tail tucking ever-so-slightly between her legs. Why had she wandered off? Why had she been so incredibly stupid?

Words: 429
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: medium
Notes: Rita's other threads in the North are being put on hold until this thread has been finished ^.^

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[Sabaoth]

The charred mess of trees snaked towards the base of the dormant volcano, leaving ash and soot in their wake. High above the towering spiral of smoke clouded the sun, casting the near-barren land below in dull shadows. The gargantuan ebony-and-silver form of Sabaoth moved slowly but surely through the charcoal remains, the heavy shades of his pelt blending perfectly with the black and gray that surrounded him. With each step that took him closer to the base, signs of new life began to appear: a sapling here, a sprig of grass there, signaling that the earth was finally rebuilding this portion of her being after what he could only assume was fire and destruction tore through the land. He’d heard of the volcano some time ago, and finally he’d decided that it was high time he visit the mighty landmark. He had not ventured from Ina’mos since the last time when he’d sought out Roka, and yet today he’d been unable to avoid it. He’d woken much earlier with nerves already severely frayed, his agitation mounting with each moment that he spent upon the island. It was not necessarily anything that had happened; no one had slighted Sabaoth, and he had no grievances with anyone upon Ina’mos as of yet. But still, his blood had boiled so fiercely that he’d been driven into the embrace of the ocean, and once he’d began to swim, he hadn’t stopped until his large paws had brushed against land once more.

As he reached the base of the mountain he began to climb, muscles rolling under his thick pelt as he moved. He could feel his anger simmering beneath his skin; it was only a matter of time before it reared its ugly head once more, and worse was that it had not been prompted in the slightest. It drove him as if it were fire licking at his paws, pushing him higher, harder. His nails scratched noisily against rock as he propelled himself upwards, winding around the paths when possible until abruptly he halted, a sight before him bringing him up short. Before him was a diminutive creature, certainly female judging by the scent that he dragged into his nostrils with each breath. The scent of blood was present as well, faintly but still there, the coppery scent causing Sabaoth’s nostrils to flare. His chest burned with longing; it had been so long since he’d tasted it, and yet it was clear that she was not grievously injured. Her slight frame radiated uncertainly, the fear rolling off of her in waves, her tail tucked submissively between her red-hued thighs. It was this realization that drove him forward, pale blue eyes locking upon her frame, a hunger flicking in them that had been hidden within him for so long.

”Lost, are we?” He murmured, his sonorous voice bloated with insidious undertones. He no longer wished to play nice, as he’d been doing for so very long now. ”Whatever is a tiny thing like you doing out here, all by yourself? Did your mother never warn you against traveling alone?”

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A sound, almost like thunder, rumbled nearby, but the female was too focused on her injury to notice. Well, that and the fact that she was lost. She knew the dormant volcano was somewhere near the center of the island, but that was as far as her knowledge went. Then again, she had been near here before, back when she had met Banks and they had ended up in Descai territory. At least she thought that was what the pack was called. She had never actually seen a pack wolf in the area, but they had come to the borders and met another female wolf that had ultimately left to join Valyn. She inhaled slowly, trying to calm herself, before the rumbling sound turned into a soft vibration in her paw pads as the ground shook. Well, at least that was how she imagined it.

Her eyes simultaneously spotted the stranger that approached her, or the giant that towered dangerously and powerfully over her, even at a distance. Her eyes widened in instantaneous fear, ears flattened to her skull and tail tucking even further between her legs. ”Lost, are we?” She trembled at the sound of the beast's voice, her head lowering and her eyes staring up at him as if he were some god come down from heaven to devour her in a single bite. ”Whatever is a tiny thing like you doing out here, all by yourself? Did your mother never warn you against traveling alone?” She opened her mouth to speak, to respond, but her fear triggered her twitch which caused her face to contort awkwardly until she finally shook her head and body to free herself from the reaction. "I-I...uh..." She stuttered, taking a few steps backwards and towards the trees that were still much too far away. She had little hope of surviving should he attack, though with any luck she could outrun him just because his weight and size would slow him down a bit.

"Please don't hurt me. I'm leaving, I swear." She said, looking around with an obviously panicked expression as she tried to figure out which way she should leave. Had she known exactly where she was in relation to the northern part of the island, she would have darted off in that direction the second she had heard his voice. But here she was, completely lost and absolutely defenseless against the monster that had found her. He was littered in scars, obviously from winning battles, and she only had her twitch and limp, both of which would hinder her in an attempt to escape. But she continued to back away slowly, hoping to keep enough distance between them so that she could react and get out of the way before he managed to get a hold of her. If he got close enough to grab her, she knew that she was surely doomed.

Words: 484
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: medium
Notes: Poor, poor Rita. You can powerplay a bit and rough her up some if you'd like. Just don't maim her or kill her xD She still needs to make it back north to Lex.

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[Sabaoth]

Her expression upon spotting him was the very definition of terror, causing a tinge of pleasure to run down Sabaoth’s spine. He could so easily recall a time when the frightened eyes of those smaller than him invigorated him, a time not so long ago. The femme who stood trembling before him now was downright miniscule compared to his own size, and for every step that she took backwards as her initial failed attempt at speech reached his ears, Sabaoth took one closer. He was moving before she could now, circling around so that he stood partially between her and the line of trees in the distance. He would not allow her to escape, not yet; she was smaller and swifter than he was, and so he would have to watch her closely for signs of bolting. It was very much like hunting a cornered hare – they were quick, but they were so easy to terrify.

”Please don't hurt me. I'm leaving, I swear."

”You were leaving,” he corrected sharply, his claws digging into the compact dirt and bits of stone beneath his heavy paws. ”It would be quite rude for you to depart when I’ve only just arrived.” There was a dark warning laced between his words; he could feel his anger rising up within him like coiled serpent moving to strike, his muscles bunching and releasing with anticipation. Being cooped up upon Ina’mos, behaving like a tamed cur, had been far more stressful than the brute had originally realized. It was with mounting anticipation that he stepped forward, approaching her slowly, aware of the possibility that she might attempt to flee at any moment. He practically towered over her; had the sun been out then Sabaoth was confident his shadow would have consumed her entirely. She was such a dainty thing, so fragile, so unlike his Roka, who would never have begged him for mercy like this frail thing did.

”Come now,” he murmured as he drew closer, so close that he could grab her. ”Surely you can afford to keep me company, if only for a little while.” He reached out with his muzzle as if he would caress her, but instead his teeth found the scruff of her neck, biting down hard enough to be felt, but not so hard as to seriously injure the femme. Her terror was intoxicating, the heady scent of it urging him onward as he buffeted her with his body, bumping her hard with one thick shoulder. It was fascinating to see how very easy it would be should he desire to overpower her. While he had no intention of killing her – no, he would merely frighten her for a while, just long enough to sate some of the restless within him – he still could not help imagining how quickly he could close his jaws around her throat and squeeze. Life was such a fickle thing, and he would allow her to keep hers – but he would teach her a lesson first, one she was not soon to forget.

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He moved, much faster than she had originally anticipated. He was now blocking her path to safety in the trees, keeping her cornered and making it so that any attempt at escape that she might make would end with her crippled mercilessly within his jaws. At least, if he was fast enough to grab her before she darted by. What he did not know, was that her limp would slow her down considerably, making it even more impossible for her to rid herself of this place and leave him far behind. No, instead she was stuck, more terribly than she had ever been with her leg stuck between the rocks only minutes before. Her eyes were wide, and had they been able to widen further, they likely would have at this point.

He was moving again, stepping towards her and easily closing the distance between them. His muzzle moved closer, almost taunting her as she cringed beneath it and waited for the strike that she knew would come. Within moments, it did. She cringed and whined softly as his teeth closed on her scruff, not quite hard enough to draw a lot of blood, but enough to hurt and make her squirm slightly in his grasp. His words were lost on her ears, the terror that gripped her even tighter than his grip on her skin melting them away into nothingness. But soon his jaws released her, only in time for her shoulder to feel the impact of his bump that sent her toppling over onto her side with a soft thud and a muffled yelp. Searing pain ran up the shoulder that had impacted the ground, but she bit back her whines and struggled to her feet in silence, eyes darting from side to side in a useless attempt to find an escape.

His ultimate intentions for her were not clear, but she knew that they could not be just or moral in any way. At least from the way he looked and behaved. She crouched low to the ground, backing away slightly again and even daring to bare her teeth at him in a mute threat out of fear and desperation. Hopefully it could at least distract him and amuse him long enough for her to make her escape, though she doubted that she would be much faster than him, especially in her current state. Her tail remained tucked between her legs, but her claws dug into the dirt, hoping that there would be enough traction for her to propel herself by him before she could be caught. Then she saw it, the slightest movement on his part that opened up the tiniest windows for her to slip through. She took the opportunity, darting in the direction of the north, though she was oblivious to the fact that this was indeed the way home.

Words: 476
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: medium
Notes: Feel free to have him grab her. He can hurt her and rough her up a bit, she just has to be able to walk/drag herself back to the north.

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[Sabaoth]

It was only a matter of time before she attempted to bolt; Sabaoth had known it the moment he’d spotted her. She would have been daft if she hadn’t tried, and while her sudden burst of determination to escape might previously have been admirable, it was spurned by panic and fear. In the blink of an eye she was darting past him, and in another instant he was springing forward in an explosion of dirt and energy. His anger flared white hot, vision burning red as he lunged for her. A snarl so loud it was nearly deafening echoed in his auds, and it took him a moment to realize that it had come from his own mouth. All of his pent up fury was suddenly seeping from him like poison as his jaws closed inches away from her receding tail. His failure to capture her with his first attempt only infuriated him more, and with a powerful kick of his hind legs he sprang forward, teeth closing hard on the skin of her rump just above her tail. He pulled with all of his might, flinging her face-first into the dirt before pinning her frail body to the ground with one large paw. He could feel her slender ribs beneath him as he bore down upon her, pressing his weight into the bony bits of her. He would not put his full bulk upon her – she was so small, and he so heavy, that he easily might shatter ribs if he did. Instead her held her pinned firmly, placing just enough force upon her for it to be uncomfortable.

”Fool.” It was the only word that he spoke. It ripped from his throat and tore across his tongue, as rough and harsh as the growls that periodically rumbled within his chest. His vision was blurred at the edges, his heart pounding hard against his chest. Blood, blood, blood. It rattled in his skull like a drum, beat against his rib cage, overwhelming until he bent his head, ivory teeth piercing the skin just between her shoulder blades. Dirt stirred from his harsh flinging of her settled in his nostrils, but it was drowned out by the metallic tang of crimson liquid on his tongue. He lapped at her wound almost lovingly, relishing in the rush of triumph through his veins. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted to punish her for her attempt, and so he lowered his scarred visage to bite her again in the same spot. Newly opened wounds were tender, and it was a pain that he knew would surpass that of a separate bite. He pulled away after a moment, his clear claws digging hard into the crevices between her ribs.

”Perhaps you should beg now,” he intoned, his voice ragged with his anger. He had no particular desire to hear her pleas, and yet it seemed the appropriate thing to do. He could not just release her without seeing her shame, after all. "I might just allow you to live."

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Notes: If you want this to be a quick thread, we can end it soon? If she begs he'll let her go in his next reply. Up to you though, we can keep it going as long as you'd like!

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A snap, the sound of teeth closing on air behind her, made her heart light for the briefest of moments. But only seconds later, a searing pain shot through her hindquarters as a result of those same teeth that had failed only an instant before. She yelped, though this was nothing compared to the pain that greeted her face when it made an acquaintance with the ground. She choked on dirt for a few moments, coughing it up as he knocked her over and pinned her to the ground with his paw on her rib cage. She grunted softly in discomfort, though within seconds his teeth were on her scruff once more. This time, however, they dug deep into her skin and drew blood.

He seemed to relish the taste, lapping it up as if he were caring for her wound instead of feeding from it. She almost relaxed at the touch of his tongue, willing her mind to believe it as another's tongue caring for her instead. But this vision was ripped from her only moments later when his teeth dug into her once more, drawing more blood out of her for his tasting pleasure. She whimpered, keeping still and struggling to breathe beneath the weight of his paw. Heaven forbid he put more weight upon her, his paw might just go right through her and tear her heart out in the process. He spoke, the words, so faded to her ears, yet so clear in their purpose and message. She swallowed, spitting out a few pieces of rock and dirt before opening her mouth and whining softly. "Please, please let me go." She begged, not even ashamed at the thought of doing so. How else would she survive? How else would she return to Lex and the safety she knew waited for her in the north?

She knew the way now, the way to her future home and the way to her security. But could she make it there? Would this beast allow her to live? She trembled at the thought of losing her life here, all alone and helpless, without a single friend to defend her. It truly was pathetic, her desperate need for protection and aid. It was the disease, what she had always blamed for her inability to defend herself. It had crippled her, and even now, in what could be her last few moments on this earth, she still blamed the horrible disease for destroying her life. She had once been proud and strong, and here she was, groveling and begging for her life. Oh how far she had fallen.

Words: 436
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: medium
Notes: We could end it after a couple posts. He'll let her go, she'll bolt, etc xD

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[Sabaoth]

Her words fell like caresses upon his perked ears as Sabaoth paused, taking a long moment to savor them. Already his vision was beginning to strength, the crimson haze fading from before him slowly but surely. His heart still pounded heavily in his chest from his exertions, and yet it was as if her pleas where a balm for his bruised and shattered restraint. He lessened the weight upon her side just a fraction, tilting his head in consideration as he gazed down at her. He was almost tempted to take her as his hostage, to drag her forcibly back to Ina’mos with him…but she was weak and fragile, not at all suited for Kairos, even if it was as a prisoner. Almost as quickly as he’d formed the idea, he dismissed it. He had no desire to be in her presence for a prolonged period regardless. She’d served as a means of venting, a cruel distraction, and now that he could feel his temper settling back within him like an animal whose hunger had been sated, he wished for nothing more than to begin his trek back to Ina’mos. After another long moment where the only sound was that of their co-mingled breeding, his ran his muzzle along one of her delicate ears to serve as a reminder before he stepped away from her, towering over her tiny form as he gazed down upon her with half-lidded eyes.

”Go.” It was more of a growl than anything else as he turned suddenly, moving away from her. It was clear that he had no qualms against turning his back on her, for he did not believe she had the gall to attack him, and even if she did her attempt would be laughable. No, it was more likely that she would flee, hell-bent on putting as much distance between them as possible. He paused, turning partially to gaze at her, his blue eyes seeming luminous in the dullness of their surroundings. ”Let this serve as a lesson, girl. Next time, you might not be so lucky as to escape with your life.” He could still taste her blood on his tongue as he stood still as stone, watching, waiting. He wished to see her retreat into the distance with her tail tucked firmly between her legs. Only then would he be satisfied enough to return to Ina’mos; perhaps another wolf might have felt the pangs of regret or shame much later, but Sabaoth was not. He had always been what he was, and he would make no excuses nor apologies for it. He would only serve as an example to femmes like her that monsters were very, very real.

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NOTES: kk, I figured one more reply from you and we can let that be the end of it ^^

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There it was, her chance to flee. The second that his paw released her, she darted north, not even pausing to gather her composure or shake the dirt from her fur. No, instead she ran, tail tucked tightly between her legs as her form moved further and further into the distance away from him. There was no turning back, no return, no chance that she would ever see him again. At least not in her mind. She had no idea which direction she was running, but she knew that as long as she got away and he did not give chase, she would make it home alive. She would have to be more careful, more observant, in order to return to Lex in one piece.

But she would not leave his side again, not for a single second. It was too risky, especially with her immense amount of weakness. There was no hope of her caring for herself properly, no chance of her defending herself or anyone else with any physical ability. The further she ran, the more her heart raced, but the more her mind rested. He did not give chase, he did not attack, he let her life and let her run. Tiny paws continued to carry her, even as she felt the exhaustion weighing her down as the adrenaline slowly wore off. But she had to keep going. She had be away from here and put as much distance between herself and the beast as possible.

Soon she slowed, her paws kicking up dirt and rocks as she finally came to a slow walk. There was room between them, and as she finally turned her head to look back, she could no longer see the monster that had attacked her. Well, it really could not even be called an attack in hindsight. It was more of a game to him and she knew it. She was simply an object of entertainment and he had his way with her and let her go. Perhaps he would find her again someday. Would he allow her to live then? She shivered at the thought, her limp painfully exaggerated as she made her way north with the new found landmarks that she actually began to slowly recognize.

Words: 376
Tags: Sabaoth
Muse: low
Notes: Exit miss Rita ^.^

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