Pulsing within her, every drop of his seed being absorbed. Rapture knew, in the future, if his offspring where to be seen he'd kill them all. As much as he would enjoy the company of another psychopath like himself, it would be competition in the future. Something Rapture could not allow. His younger days, would be a different story. But Rapture was aging, growing weaker from his own pain infliction. Arthritis, dysplasia would soon consume his body... Not something he was looking forward too.
Rapture laid lazily upon Legacy's form, not caring if he was crushing her in the least. The old guy was tired, the bitch wore him out this time. Not to mention his overly full stomach, the meal he had finally digesting, making the brute grow more tired. Rapture huffed, groaning, attempting to lift himself from his beaten bitch. A few sloppy steps, and he was all the way up, with a single tug of his left hip, the tie was broken and they were freed. Rapture's orange orbs narrowed at his victim with a sneer, and he licked his lips. Her blood tasted so good, it longed for him to stay.
"Well baby, got what ya wanted, now I gotta go." Rapture spoke in a low, raspy tone, glancing off in the same direction a she. He knew there was a wolf in the bushes, but for now he'd let it go. Looking away from the brush and back at Legacy, eyes scanning her bloody neck and semen coated rump. Shaking his head, he began to walk away. "Filthy, putrid... Whore." Rapture muttered under his breath with a grin. "Look, sweets. If you ever need me again, just call. But be weary... I will kill any unwanted company." With that said to linger her curiosity, Rapture trotted off into the dark abyss he called Hell.
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Krever turned around, prepared to dart back into the scene she had abandoned. No... She wouldn't leave one in need again. Not like how she left Fohn in the dust, not even realizing it. Legacy's turn, and Krever would do all she could to help. But Legacy's voice seemed so relaxed in the situation, so Krever laid down scooting away slowly and quietly whining. Why was Legacy so relaxed? There was a rogue, a dangerous one at that... Right behind her. 'Turn around... Run away Legacy... Please.' Krever screamed in her mind, the chocolate fae didn't want to witness a death of a friend... Again.
What she saw... What she heard was nothing as she anticipated. The bloodied brute, known as Rapture, was just as calm as Legacy. An aura of hormones then filled the forest... What was this? Krever was completely confused, who was this male? How did Legacy know him. Krever's mind soon became blank, all the puzzle pieces connecting together. It made sense... The bloody smell... It came from Rapture when her and Zethrox found Legacy. It was familiar... It had to be him. Krever sat and waited... Eyes lost into the scene she would soon witness.
Everything. Everything Krever heard, saw, smelled... Would scar her. Legacy definitely wasn't the fae Krever thought she knew. She was a whore, being taken advantage of a wolf that was clearly a killer. There was danger, if Krever stepped foot out from her hiding place, Rapture would kill her for sure. Tears lined her eyes as her paws covered her muzzle. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't, it was painful to watch, and not in the least arousing. Krever wanted to scream, tell them to stop if her life wasn't on the line. All she could do watch absorb what she had just seen.
It was over, the talking, the moaning and thrusting... All of it was over. Krever sobbed in silence as Rapture spoke his last words and left the scene. Krever waited a few good minutes, making sure the nightmare was completely gone, before rushing out from the brush ripping a savage snarl at Legacy. "How could you do this?! You wench... I trusted you. I looked up to you! I don't deserve this rank... You do... Once I.. I- I'm confronting Zethrox about this! He deserves to know about the whore he accepted into the pack..." Krever cried, tears streaming as her breath became short.
She lay lifeless as his seed spilled into her, her breaths shallow as she was forced to bear the brunt of his full weight. Her neck stung as chilly air began to clot spilled blood. That wasn't the worst pain, however, as her body was regaining sense of itself. Her throbbing rear, so happily abused by the savage beast wasn't the worst of her worries either. Legacy's sides ached something awful, especially where Rapture had maintained his death grip. She wouldn't be surprised if a rib or two were fractured, if not broken, and the stabbing pain only added to her labored breathing.
The Mexican brute pulled out of her easily, the tie finished. Both were completely spent, but unlike she that didn't seem to keep Rapture from running his mouth. Legacy didn't even have the energy to lift her head, eyes glassy and vacant as she let his words swirl about her mind. She made no response, didn't turn to watch him go. Frankly, she was glad it was all over now and that she was regaining her sense of self. The femme had been lost to the passion, and as Krever made her way out of the brush she could only fear what the other fae now thought of her. What was to be said for the filthy bitch that actually enjoyed the ministrations of a rapist? Legacy was disgusted with her own behaviour.
As Krever tore into her, upset and snarling, she couldn't even bring herself to look up at her friend. Well... former friend. She doubted she'd ever be forgiven for what had just happened. Had it even been worth it? Her eyes drifted closed as she listened patiently, fighting to keep in the tears that threatened to fall. Until now, she'd never really thought of herself as a whore. Desperate for love, maybe, but a whore? Before Rapture she'd never really traded her body for anything. Now, not only did sex mean potential pregnancy. It also meant her life, and the lives of her pack mates. She'd traded her body for a shot at life.
"I may be a whore, but you're still alive, aren't you?" Her voice was flat, listless. She couldn't even bring herself to meet Krever's gaze as she talked. All the Mexican could do was lie there, helpless and defeated as once again the rug was tugged out from under her feet. She hadn't expected her welcome into Zethrox's pack to last that long, but she was hoping it would have been longer than these few short days. As the brown femme threatened to tell on her, she couldn't even bring herself to sigh. Her sides hurt too much. Her heart hurt too much. Everything hurt too much...
Finally Legacy opened her eyes, staring up at Krever pleadingly. Tears glimmered as they slowly slid down her cheeks, overcoming her willpower to keep them in. "If you want to tell, fine. Lie and make it worse, even. Just... Just let me get out of here first. Please. No matter what, I'm screwed." She chuckled darkly at her own pun before continuing. "I didn't mean to drag you into this twisted hell. I don't even have my dignity any more. All I have is my own, worthless life." Her head fell back to her paws as she continued to cry silently. She'd really fucked up this time, and had no clue how to fix it.
Krever watched the Mexican female with disgust. Her black lip quivered, tail twitched. Krever felt betrayed, upset, and frustrated. Another growl emitted from her throat when Legacy replied. "Yeah, I am alive... No thanks to you. While you were having a pleasure dance with the devil, I stayed there in watch... Waiting and pleading for your survival. If he tried to kill you I would have helped, costing my life or not. But no.. You most certainly would have enjoyed dying at that brute's paws... Wouldn't you...?"
Krever couldn't believe anything anymore. Legacy could care less about her, her thoughts and feelings before the incident. It was all a lie, Legacy begged for rape and torture from Rapture, most likely has happened in the past. Making Krever seem like a fool. It was despicable, unforgivable, and most of all... Disgraceful.
When Legacy responded to Krever's threat to inform Zethrox of her dirty deeds, Krever gritted her teeth and hissed at the laying female. "You would enjoy being manipulated like an Omega... Wouldn't you? You just think... Just possibly Zethrox would take advantage of you like Rapture did... DON'T YOU? Zethrox doesn't have the spunk, doesn't have the guts. An Omega is nothing but a worthless piece of shit. Just like you. You deserve to be Haishin's Omega... And you will. I will hold you against that, if that is what you so desperately want." Krever breathed heavily with anger, her nostrils flaring with each exhale with a cloud of hot air. Her stance was rigid, tall, intimidating. Tail and head high as she stood before Legacy's down form, she felt superior already, Krever would regain her Independence once and for all, once she tattled to the Alpha.
As the brown femme continued to chew her out, a low, silent rumble began to tickle her throat. Was Krever really so ignorant? The more she yammered on, the more Legacy's growl grew in intensity. So she was seen as a masochistic little whore. She actually enjoyed the hell she'd condemned herself to. There was no other possible explanation for what had gone on. There was no good within her heart.
Lifting her head, a ferocious snarl ripped through the air only to leave her yelping in pain. It hurt to so much a breath, let alone speak. And yet, she pressed on, tears morphing into ones of anger as she dared to justify what had passed between herself and Rapture. "Are you even listening to yourself?" she snapped. Pain coursed through her body, her teeth grinding together as she winced. "You're a blind... fool!" Labored breathing broke her speech pattern. "He... He would have killed us... both. So what... if I sold my body. It kept... It kept you safe! I bought... you a chance to run, damnit."
Her head fell back to her paws as she fought to catch her breath. What she'd done hadn't been right, yes, but she'd had no choice. To run from that psycho would have resulted in a slow, painful death for the both of them. If that cost her her place in the pack, so be it. Right now she wasn't sure if she could make an escape or not. Her chest hurt too much. She hadn't realized exactly how much Rapture had roughed her up. It was too late now though. If Krever wanted to fetch Zethrox, fine. Legacy didn't think she had anything left to let her continue to fight.
Krever's blood boiled beneath her chocolate pelt. She knew her and Legacy both had mixed opinions on what had happened, and Krever was sticking to her own thoughts. Two could have easily taken on that bloody brute, killed him to save their lives. How strong could Rapture have been? He was an aging, perverted male with no brain... What Krever would only assume. At an age of three years, her mind was still trapped in the adolescent years. She was only a couple months old when she was separated from her parents, and Fohn was the only one teaching her things. Basic things, not situations like this.
Sex was something Krever was never educated on, when first witnessing it, Krever could only think it was a cruel, disgusting image. Legacy filtered that into the brown fae, and would forever keep that image, never would she approach a male she never knew. Her ears backed as she listened to Legacy, criticizing her own views. "I wouldn't turn my back on a pack mate. I didn't know better. If I knew you wanted this, I would have left." Krever tried to keep calm, she knew Legacy was in pain and a fight wouldn't be the best option. "You told me as he approached that it wasn't safe. You should have said, wasn't safe for me. I would have left..." She repeated, and lowered her angered gaze from Legacy's.
"If I let Zethrox see you like this, there is no doubt he'd blame it on me unless I said the truth about you and your... Friend." Krever's voice was nearing a whisper, her bronze orbs lowered to Legacy's fallen form and a growl emitted from her throat. "A part of me thinks my rank should differ from yours. A good way for me, bad for you. I can't though, not unless I tell Zethrox." Krever sighed, turning her eyes away from the Mexican fae. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell the Alpha." Krever paused, giving Legacy time to reply, but only spoke up again before she could respond. "I've only got blackmail on you, Legacy. If you ever do anything to me, I. Will. Tell. Him. Everything!"
Last Edit: Jan 18, 2010 21:18:50 GMT -5 by zethrox
Zethrox meandered along the paths through the plains. It had been a little bit since he had parted ways with Alya and Irirangi; he had stopped along the way to remark his territory. After all, allowing his scent markers to dwindle would only invite unwanted company. That was the last thing he wanted. However, he was eager to meet back up with his pack. It had been a while since he had seen Koli and Apollo. While still a few miles from Kalus's Point, he howled for their return. He did not care about the mission any longer; if Zahir had taken the initiative to unite the packs, then they would all know sooner or later. Simply uniting with the desert pack provided a security blanket, even if it was only the two of them banded together.
It was a cold day. While the brute's coat was designed for the cooler weather, he preferred the warmer, southern temperatures. But alas, this was his home. Zethrox was just happy to have a place to call home. I need to find the rest of the pack... I haven't heard from Coeus in a long time. He had decided to find Krever and Legacy; they had wandered off this way, and he had not had any difficulty picking up their scents. In fact, they were the only two that Zeth was sure had remained on the pack's lands, especially when he had told them all to stay close, other than Apollo and Koli. Maybe they won't come back... I wouldn't be surprised with Koli didn't, he did not seem to happy when I took the pack... He growled quietly.
Maybe they could all go hunting; that would be a good way for the alpha brute to judge the abilities of the pack. He needed someone to depend on, but he still wasn't sure which of the wolves he could trust. As he trotted on, the scent of the two faes grew stronger. He could not be too far away from Krever and Legacy... But there was something different. The smell of blood, and the smell of an unfamiliar brute. Who had been in Kamari without Zethrox's permission? Perhaps Krever and Legacy had run into an unwelcomed guest and "escorted" him off the territory... At least, that was what he hoped in his head.
Zethrox spied the two not too far off now; he knew they had not noticed him yet. and that was when he heard Krever...
"I've only got blackmail on you, Legacy. If you ever do anything to me, I. Will. Tell. Him. Everything!" The alpha brute growled. What were they talking about? He cleared his throat, striding up behind Legacy, where Krever could very clearly see him. "Now, ladies, what is going on here?" he growled angrily. He was pissed; the two had a lot of explaining to do to keep from getting in some serious trouble.
It was all she could do to keep from whimpering as again Krever prattled on. Did the femme hear nothing of what she'd said? Had she never learned proper listening skills? Or was she really so dense that even when something was spelled out for her she just could not understand? Legacy folded back her ears yet again, eyes closed as the focused on her breathing. The shallow breaths eased some of the pain, and the steady rhythm she'd started was just enough to distract her from Krever's foolishness. The threat of blackmail hung over her head, and frankly she was beginning to think it better if Krever just up and tattled.
She had no chance to give a reply, however, as suddenly a new, unhappy voice broke into their deluded world. The Mexican femme groaned, tilting her head up to try and view the alpha that stood over her. The position was straining, however, and after a few moments she lay her head back down. With some effort she rolled herself onto her back, a position of full submission and vulnerability. It did nothing to help her ribs, but right now she felt too helpless to care. Her body reeked of Rapture and sin. She had no hope of things ending well. Why not surrender herself to the alpha? She'd already lost everything to that crazy fiend and Krever's stupidity. Her life was all she had left.
"Speak of the devil," she'd murmured breathlessly, wondering how literally Krever would take her words. With belly exposed, she eyed Zethrox for a moment before turning to gaze back at the brown female. "Go on, tell him. Unlike you, I have nothing to lose and even less to gain. I've already lost everything" She paused for a moment, catching her breath as she kept her voice low. Now that she was speaking in calmer tones it was easier to keep her wind. The throbbing was still there though. She was a bloody, broken mess with no hope of ever living a bright future. Her eyes were back on the form of Zethrox as again she dared to speak. "I only make one request. My life is all I have, and though it is worth little I give it to you. Just let it be quick. I'm in enough pain as is."
Gone was the flirty femme that had charmed her way into becoming a member of Haishin. Gone was the headstrong, selfish female that told half truths to save her own neck. And if she lived through this, gone would be the creature known as Legacy, an welcomed exile in yet another territory. She was cursed to be the gypsy, forever homeless and never free. She was a parasite that preyed on the happiness of others, knowing she would never possess any herself. At this moment she was resigned to death. It would do them all good. Zethrox wouldn't have a traitor in his ranks, Krever would have the ego boost she'd so desired, and maybe the afterlife would be better than the hell Legacy presently lived in. No matter what, she'd drawn the worst lot before the sticks had even been cut. The short one had her name on it, and it was time to pay the price. Sins never went unchecked for very long.
