Into the Abyss [Belial]

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I heard a song inside of me, it resonated off the sea
And all the chorus voices sang it back to me


Could there ever be an evening so completely murky as the one she resided in? Not even the crescent that had shown the night prior was visible on this night; masked by an obscuring veil of clouds. Normally, the sun would just be going down at this time, and the whole beach would be golden. In the wake of Pievunt-An's eruption, there seemed to be little light left in the volcano's vicinity, and any light that had existed had been replaced with an ashen sky and a perpetual, lingering mist. However, a few of the bravest stars could just be discerned amidst the wispy cinereal brumes as afternoon faded to night; yet they too seemed almost dulled. Maybe it was just her. Or maybe they really were caught up in the same haze as she, sent into a lulling obscurity that they couldn't breach.

Atriell had been told as a pup that the stars were small cracks in the floor of Heaven (not that she believed in such a place); but it seemed with each coming and passing of darkness they grew smaller and smaller. Perhaps it was just her mind playing tricks on her. The longer she spent alone, the more obscure her existence became, and as she passed time in solitude, the nights seemed to become swarthier. The canine was a drifter in the land; born a drifter, raised a drifter, and it seemed so far that she would forever remain a drifter. Aimlessly she sought for something. She didn't know what. It was just the vexing feeling in her bones that drove her on and hinted that something was missing; a lost and incomplete soul in the hours of darkness, searching for what she hadn't ever found before.

Perhaps she took it more to heart than she should have; as she viewed the absolute lack of illumination as another hopeless day to come. At least it wasn't very close to arriving, that way she wouldn't have to deal with another day of nothingness. Usually the darkness comforted her, yet this night she couldn't help but be set on edge. As her paws made its first contact with the sand, her gleaming crystal eyes strained to see through the fog. A stab of apprehension coursed through her, seemingly without a cause, and prodded her into a state of alertness. Atriell reminded herself that her sight wasn't her only sense, and as she inhaled the salty sea air, her blue eyes watered slightly from its potency. For one reason another Ell was very keen on being able to see at all times, and since her night vision was superb for a wolf, she had grown used to relying on it in times of darkness.

The mist that tangled at her legs and formed a film before her eyes impeded her ability to see, however. The she-wolf relied more heavily on sight than other wolves, perhaps because she put most of her faith in the things she could feel and see, not bothering to waste her time with things that had no concrete evidence. That's why emotions often troubled her. There was no definite origin when they arose, and they were as cryptic and elusive as the mist that surrounded her on that night. She herself was as cryptic and elusive as the mist. Most fabled that the witching hour was a time of deceit, and that the night played sour tricks on one's psyche. However, the night wasn't the only one that was deceitful, so maybe that's why she felt an affinity for the stark illusions it brought. She knew one time or another it would begin turning its acknowledgment on her, and deceiving her just as it had others.

Maybe this was the night it would betray her. And it was betraying her. Atriell detested the pang of apprehension that lifted the ruff of fur along her spine, as it was far too close to the emotion of fear. Fear was weakness to Atriell, and she wouldn't have it. Stalking resolutely over the dunes, she attempted to find a warm patch of sand to rest her pallid head on. Her eyelids were already drawing closed, even though she often slept during the daytime, and the she-wolf craved to rest her weary bones for a while. Due to the conditions, she doubted that any other canine would be trying to navigate the beach, and didn’t endeavor to find an obscure location to rest, only interested in the warmth the sand harbored. Her luxuriously dense Arctic pelt offered a strong protection from the elements, but even with her heritage, she never cared much for the cold. Atriell delicately placed each paw in front of her, trying to push the pervading feeling that someone was watching her to the back of her mind, swaying her tail from side to side as a distraction.

Faint satisfaction crossed her features as her left forepaw struck warmth, and she was happy to find that she found a spot that had been bathed during the daytime by what little sun was left. Her composure quickly unraveled as she curled into repose, and the emotional front she had constructed at the dawn of each day began to ebb as the loneliness she had been feeling settled on her features during the nighttime. She had settled in a place close to the waves, but far enough away to evade high tide, and everything around her had suddenly shared her loneliness. It was in the abysmal waves, the dismal gray firmament, and in the morose sway of palm trees. The she-wolf had spent nearly two years feeling completely alone, often without realizing it consciously, and in the past few months the feeling began to catch up with her and sink in to her psyche.

Triell had felt it more now than she ever had, and without her conscious permission, a gentle whine escaped her lightly parted maw. The mist that combed through her tresses seemed to be taunting her, and she tried to shake the constrictive, oppressive feeling of the dense fog by shifting her position. She couldn’t rid herself of the loneliness though, it clung to her pelt and ate away at her thoughts. In a bout of desperation, the restless canine tried to purge herself of the isolation by jumping to her feet and forced her deadened frame straight into the shallows of the ocean. Frigid water shocked her system and sent a jolt of icy alertness through her veins, shocking the depression out of her body for a few moments, only to snarl helplessly as it crept back in.

Atriell despised the true lack of control she had. She could control everything else around her to her liking, but she could never seem to control the emotions that ran rampant inside her troubled mind. Frustrated and alone, the unraveling mind of a broken soul compelled the she-wolf to toss her chiseled head back into the formation of a wordless howl. A divide in her jaws formed as a deep, lonesome reverberation started in her chest and spiraled into the tempestuous sky. The resonance was a completely broken, disconsolate, and defeated sound, her desperation twining with her loneliness to create a mournful lament. The melody echoed away and slowly ebbed into nothing, bleeding into the coming twilight and dissipating into the mist. The isolation that had resided in her subconscious had finally metamorphosed into a conscious emotion of heartache that she couldn’t control. Not that night, not at that moment.

Something in her knew that she’d be back to the same outward numbness she usually displayed, but just for that moment she had collapsed in on herself, releasing all of her pent up cynicism and brokenness in one impassioned song. The energy and passion ebbed from her, and the loneliness was content to sink back into the shadows, waiting to seek another opportunity to strike; like an insidious undertow lying dormant until she got comfortable, and then pull her under the black waves. After the intonation of her cry completely faded, the wolf hated herself so fervently, just for a moment, for allowing herself to become so vulnerable. However, she took solace in her perceived notion that no one would be around to hear her, or at least not well enough to be able to discern the sound’s origin. Languidly she loped from the shallows and onto the sand, turning to stare hollowly into the abyss.

She found that she had stared a little too long, for she became very unsettled by what she might find at the point where the ocean met the sky in a subtle gray line. Weakly she found the spot where just before she had been attempting to shut off her mind and collapsed tiredly into the sand, expediently drifting into the comatose state of sleep as the waves rolled in her thoughts.


If life is an ocean, then I must be on the surface,
only on the surface

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words;; 1,506 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from On The Surface by Civil Twilight.
tagged;; Snuff with Belial.
musical inspiration(s);; On The Surface by Civil Twilight, Oceans by Pearl Jam, Sextape by Deftones, Starts with One by Shiny Toy Guns, Chemistry of a Car Crash by Shiny Toy Guns, Hurt by Thousand Foot Krutch, Sometime Around Midnight by Airborne Toxic Event, and Where Have You Been by Manchester Orchestra.
muse;; Pretty good!
notes;; Jeez didn't mean to make Atriell so emotional in this post but it just kind of happened o.o Just note that she isn't usually this way, and she's usually doesn't show any emotion whatsoever, so she kind of exploded a little bit. I'll do a little less unnecessary narration next time and actually put her thoughts into it more instead ^^.

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A heaving sigh escaped the large canine's muzzle as he glided across unfamiliar terrain. The haze that gradually was taking over his brain was confusing, distracting from the true goal before him. Fenrir had his own plans for the Kenai Peninsula brute, that was becoming more obvious. Insomnia had been nibbling his brain for the past few days; thus, Belial had wandered away from the female who had been occupying the majority of his time. Even his closest companion had dissipated into the mist of thoughts shrouding him. Annoyance was growing, 'Why is it taking so long?' his mind was sharply snapping at both himself and the deity. Belial had not expected the task to consume this vast expanse of time before completion; however, he was not exactly known for being patient. If this was some form of lesson then the brute was not pleased with his teacher. 'You will be there soon,' his own mental tone had grown deep and held more authority than usual. He was being selfish, this about about saving others - not his own pleasure.

His ashen pelt whispered around his muscular silhouette while he moved. With every precise motion his figurine seemed to ripple with strength. The canine had always been decent at fighting, but not for his technique. Belial's strength was quite extraordinary; yet, his brutality and sadistic tactics were the ones that brought about most of the intimidation held by those of the opposition. Sapphire optics directed themselves forward, staring into the blank abyss that he was approaching. Surroundings faded in and out of focus. The instant that they gained clarity and color, it vanished once more. That was how the cycle within his life had always been. There would be an astounding moment of realization before the entirety of the world would dissolve once more, breaking away like millions of puzzle pieces endlessly falling. A settling sensation of paranoia tickled his bones and brought a frost to his marrow.

He had ventured from North to South simply to trek back to his initial destination. Although Belial held true concern for very few, he could not abandon the rest. His plans to create something so pristine would not be destroyed; yet, in the back of his conscious the brute knew that Fenrir would permit no such actions. The worst thing that could become of his traveling would be to return with no others wishing to join the family. Excitement always sprouted in his chest at the thought of the pack, it would be exactly what the deity requested. Belial would be the prophet and witness to these poor lost souls, he would be a true redeemer. Few held beliefs as strong as his own, but the Kenai brute could prove to them just how real Fenrir was. God lived through him, blessed him, and spoke through him. Those that denied his word would be slaughtered for their blasphemy.

The brute stayed upon his meandering way, eyes focused on the dimly glittering sun that was making its descent across the horizon. There was no specific place he needed to be right at the moment, simply cleansing himself on the adventure to nowhere. His soul felt confident in his current direction even if his mind was disorientated. The sound of his own thudding steps, although slightly surreal sounding, brought a bit of ease to him. Perhaps the scent of another had tickled his nostrils once or twice, for now his brain was distanced from reality. It was focused upon everything and nothing all meshed into one giant entanglement of chaos. Perhaps this would put an average sized canine in danger; Belial had yet to learn such a lesson. Therefore he walked wherever he damn well pleased, few had ever truly attempted to stand up to him. Especially not within this new island of Anikira; this far in his exploring there had been no confrontation.

Upon registering the relaxed figurine upon the ground, the brute stopped dead in his tracks. Icy optics glittered with intrigue at such an event, 'I doubt this will wind up being complete déjà vu,' a smirk etched into his muzzle for a moment. Belial cared little for how he may have appeared should another be observing him; in the confines of his mind he was satisfied with the temporary power trip of watching this femme shrouded in oblivion. At least, what he believed it to be. Whatever lived within the creature's mind was not his concern at this moment, of course upon her awakening and his proceeded approach he would dare to prod at her gray matter; however, there was something soothing about the observations he was making. The way her ivory and golden pelt rippled as a slight breeze caressed her, the delicate rise and fall of her chest as she brought oxygen to her body. Belial could nearly feel her heart beating within his own being. A soft noise escaped his muzzle, something nearly silent that lay between a chuckle and a growl. His own audits hardly recognized the sound emitting his own being, as of late his focus had been viewed through a tunnel. Only one tender moment at a time was visible, the rest swirled into oblivion in the atmosphere.

Eternities passed, dimensions bled from the present into a million possibilities before the Kenai brute's frozen optics. Alas! A gentle breeze brought a cooler sensation over the brute, Fenrir said it was time to further his approach. With slight reluctance, paws grazed the sandy grounds beneath him, granules danced between his felt toes with each smooth shift they made. Azure eyes never lifted their steady stare upon the femme, he was entranced by the unique colorations she held. Within the light it seemed that gold was radiating from the background of white. It was something foreign to him, nearly angelic. 'Is she a saint the same as me or a siren?' the question dared to part ways from his lips, yet somehow he managed to stifle the gnawing comment. Where he lacked patience it seemed that the brute held some self-control, such a thing was vital when a creature held such a fragile mental state. His own brain cradled the delicate way he operated, authoritatively sweet or blind with crimson rage.

Nostrils flared eagerly accepting the scent of the female before him. He knew not whether this creature had acknowledged his approach, truthfully he paid little mind to it if she did. "Greetings, darling. I hope that I have not tainted your comfort with my appearance." When the suave words had drifted from his muzzle, the brute had not realized that she had been in her deepest slumber. Within his mind she was drifting in a relaxed state across the ripples of salty water. For a split second he felt intrusive, rude; he did manage to edge such thoughts from his mind before they erupted into a paranoid state. "Apologies if I disturbed you," his words were spoken dominantly with a slight hint of sincerity as the brute lowered his head courteously. Paws carried him a few inches back from the female's figurine, defenses lifting at the potential violence that could erupt.

OoC| I am sorry for the wait :( I wanted to have time to try and give you a lengthy post since you gave me one.

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Like memories in cold decay
Transmissions echoing away


Cascading rivulets of estival rain spattered her pelt and flares of sunlight orbited above her, an ethereal radiance echoing from every pore on her body. Summer wrapped itself around her frame and she was running through the tall grasses of a flowered meadow. Happiness swelled in her chest and peace thrived in her head. The meadow was saturated with vibrant pigments and the world seemed surreal and suspiciously dream-like, but at the same time, convincingly tangible.

A blinding white light burned into existence and faded into the easily recognizable image of her half-brother, Hyperion. It wasn't him as she had most recently encountered, but instead he was in the form he had taken in pup hood. She found that she, too, took on the form of her younger self. He beamed at her and in a confused reply she smiled absently back at him, still trying to piece together what reality she was in. Suddenly though, she found that she didn't care if what she was experiencing was real, and noticed that she didn't have any cares, at all...

Her brother cavorted by the she-wolf's side; both of their bodies delineated in arrays of out-of-place starlight before the constellations of their blurry constitutions cascaded away to reveal the golden radiance of youth. It was identical to an experience she had shared with him in what seemed like ages ago, but it was so very different now. So very unusual... Atriell hadn't remembered her pelt being riddled with stars or the meadow to appear so lovely and fervent. What she did remember however, was the happiness she had felt then, and felt now. She knew nothing more than happiness in that moment, and currently felt nothing more than happiness to the point where the elation was so natural it had become numb.

Atriell seemed to absorb the ethereal beauty around her and allowed it to warm her heart. It was all nothing though. It was all fake. The ephemeral joy fled from every cell of her body in the matter of a second and nothing seemed more "off" than the meadow. Its beauty began twisting, contorting into a hellish conflagration as the trees were scorched into black skeletons and the flowers wilted into the shape of death. Atriell's haunted eyes immediately found Hyperion’s; their fear melding into a singular body.

Her half-brother's sharp gaze searched for understanding amidst the sheer terror that weighted the atmosphere and hers joined in, but they found nothing other than the waves of fear that rolled over them; a shared emotion without an explanation. They breathed the feeling in and exhaled it; finding that the emotion had begun manifesting into a figure that resembled a wolf. The swarthy figure moved immediately towards her brother, his crater eyes branded her very soul with their hollowness as his gaze seized her for a taunting moment before the figure raised its fore and slashed into her brother's body.

Hyperion's form evaporated in an instant swirl of inky, curling smoke. Her brother's dematerialized darkness surged in a rippling wave through the clearing and settled over the expanse, and as his existence was no more, the light of the clearing was no more. A disembodied shriek pierced the air; seemingly without source until it dawned on her that the sound's origin was from her jaws. Panic splintered her veins as she became conscious of a great rush of air accompanied by a flash of bright maroon. The glade metamorphosed into a hue of dirtied crimson and the curling ink gathered into a figure that slowly became more substantial as it drew near to her toppled frame.

Her body was no longer that of her youth's, but was her present form, but she became the scared victim of a torment she had thought she escaped. Atriell became aware of the figures glinting smile followed by tainted eyes the color of dried blood. The hue was dull, but the gaze of the beast before her seared into her and nearly flattened her with its intensity. Recognition punctured her terror and heightened it. The horrific memories, like a jolt of electricity, passed through her and left her gasping. She knew that face. It was the face of hatred, the face that, in its wake, left her grasping for control that was no longer present.

It was the face of her long time tormenter, Wraith. The face that plagued her dreams for a year before she killed him… or had she killed him? His large frame drew near, and a cackle resounded right by her ear. Ell watched as he recoiled his neck, readying himself to strike, and she slammed her eyes shut. A rationalization echoed inside her mind and she knew. She knew he was dead; she was sure. Atriell was clueless as to what was going on, but she knew she was about to become the victim of Wraith’s wrath, and she wouldn’t allow it. No. She wouldn't lose her life. Not when she had already won it by taking his.

Suddenly, she became hyper-aware of her very heartbeat and quickened breathing, and everything made sense. This was but a reverie. She was dreaming. He couldn't hurt her, because he only existed in the depths of her psyche. It was then that her nightmare had become a lucid dream, and control returned to her as its heat coursed through her nerves and clenched her muscles with purpose. A metallic flash of fangs entered her peripheral, and the clip of teeth clattering sounded as she propelled her body away from his jaws and into temporary solace. Regaining her footing in a swift movement, Atriell careened into the shadow-figure in a burst of speed.

Using his weight against him, the lithe she-wolf felled her adversary as he was toppled by his own surprise. Her body trembled with rage at the crazed grin on his face that never seemed to leave. A glorified smile flashed onto her own jaws as she readied her muscles to purge herself of the demon that still lurked in her thoughts. A snarl erupted from her as her taut muscles released and her canines felt fur. Unexpectedly, the wolf’s pelt, and whole constitution disappeared from under her just as she was about to end him. Fury took hold of every nerve in her body, and muscles met dirt as she displaced the entity she had so longed to destroy.

A voice pierced the searing hopelessness she felt, and instantly quelled the fires of her impassioned heart as she was pulled out of the darkness of slumber. "Greetings, darling. I hope that I have not tainted your comfort with my appearance." Eyes still full of blue fire came alive and were met with a golden dawn. They searched for the source of the voice, yet the view before them took longer to process, as her head was still occupied with figuring out whether the voice was real, or a part of her nightmare.

The heady aroma of a wolf hit her just as the vision of one had registered, and still shaken from the images that had terrorized her sleep, a tremor ran through her. Everything about this male shocked her senses, and still saturated with the emotions that plagued her fading nightmare, she found herself momentarily doe-eyed with astonishment, as if she couldn't quite believe what was in front of her eyes. She had just been on the precipice of something she couldn't understand and it echoed in her expression.

Atriell had been so close to catharsis, to completely freeing herself from the creature that lurked just behind her more prominent thoughts and nurtured her distrust into the entity that it was. It was that same entity that she allowed into every attempted relationship she ever had; it destroyed any companions and ate her lonely soul alive. Her eyes feasted upon his sheer size in poorly disguised awe; the vulnerability lingered even after she had left the nightmare, and her emotions were brandished in near fullness. They flashed all at once on her countenance and dissipated as quickly as they came.

Her face had become still and forcefully shrouded in apathy to conceal the emotional overload that accelerated her heart rate and raced in her thoughts. It seemed impossible to meet a wolf taller than the one she had met before, but this Herculean wolf exceeded all previous experience. She was growing increasingly uncomfortable, as there were one too many wolves that dwarfed her in size. Atriell reached for every bit of composure she could grasp and formed her ability to speak, though it was difficult after being shocked by such a terrible dream and the unusual sight she had woken up to

It seemed that after the strange occurrences of the past few days, there could be nothing more that would be able to shock her. “Disturbed? You’re angelic compared to what had prowled in my dreams. For once, wakefulness seems more enticing than my reveries. I apologize for any hostility I may have shown; my intentions are not to harm.” Atriell was clearly focused on saving face at that point, rather than curbing any words that suggested the vulnerability that she felt on the inside, as she was literally under the imposing power of the wolf.

Her very blood seemed to freeze with the shiver of the notion that he could have been watching her the entirety of her slumber. She very much wanted to cease to exist at the sheer idea of how little control she held at the moment. Having already scanned any and all possibilities for slipping under the looming shadow of the giant and darting for cover, she decided to seek any and all charisma that holed up in the more licentious sectors of her abilities.

Alarm became the catalyst for the rush of adrenaline that filled her in the moments that followed, as any wolf that would be brave enough to walk the fading shadows of a swarthy, desolate beach would likely be brave enough to waste her where she stood… or rather, laid. She created for him a dreamy-eyed look of appreciation, and a sleepy smile to accompany it; drawing out her body in a luxurious stretch that shamelessly flaunted her physique in a sweeping flourish.

A gaze of purity had begun to darken with flirtation as she endeavored to coax this male into leaving her unharmed. “Who knew one could wake to such a lovely sight after such a terror-filled one. I believe I may be indebted to you for saving me from the shadows of my unconscious visions. To what title do I owe the pleasure?” she purred, the wispy remnants of lethargy pooling in her sleep-labored voice.

The innocence that could be captured so softly on her face while she was drifting through unconsciousness had long since disappeared, and was displaced by the lusty charm that flooded her expression. Atriell was always severely disinclined to swap names, and especially disinclined to be the one initiating the familiarization, but she decided that putting forth the formalities first would put a swifter end to the conversation.

In subtle motions, Atriell had aligned her body so that she would be ready to leap out of repose and dash in the direction of the plains. As of yet, this wolf had no ill intent that she could discern, but the circumstances in which he had placed himself offered him up as a wolf to watch out for.

After all, she hadn’t expected another wolf to be daring enough to walk along the expanse of Endyt, with the black waters and stark skies. However, it was growing lighter by each passing moment, and she supposed wolves as large as he need not worry about falling prey to a wolf with unholy intentions.


Far from the world of you and I
Where oceans bleed into the sky

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words;; 2,002 words, not including the lyric excerpts on the top and bottom of the post from The Catalyst by Linkin Park.
tagged;; belial
musical inspiration(s);; The Catalyst by Linkin Park, On The Surface by Civil Twilight, Oceans by Pearl Jam, Sextape by Deftones, Starts with One by Shiny Toy Guns, Chemistry of a Car Crash by Shiny Toy Guns, Hurt by Thousand Foot Krutch, Sometime Around Midnight by Airborne Toxic Event, and Where Have You Been by Manchester Orchestra.
muse;; Pretty good!
notes;; Sorry this took FOREVER! x_x.