A Shattered Heart as Sharp as Glass

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Regrettably, wolf tears began to flow within those brilliant brown eyes of his. The harsh movements made by Annie were like direct stabs to the heart. It was his fault thought. He hadn't been around in so long, he hadn't been the ideal father he wanted to be viewed as for so long. Ever since that day Theravada had her dignity ripped away, he had promised to watch over her and her kin. Even if they weren't his, he'd watch over them as if they were his own. And he had meant these words with all of his over sized heart.

Axel and Runihara. Axel had one of the purest hearts out there, while Runihara had one of those personalities you couldn't forget. While both had gone missing out of his reach. It clenched at his heart thinking about their young faces. While Annie was right here, finally in reach. Yet he wasn't able to hold her, be there for her. This stranger had closer carriage for her just then. Whom was he? It was pure fatherly instinct to fend off the random male when he came in the scene.

"Gods alive, you're her father? She thought you were dead..."

The sound of shock rang in his voice. Both of them stumbling to interpret what was going on. Stark tried his best to clear that confused mind of his. Not having really taken a real glance at Aneirin quite yet. Looking at Annie's trembling and limp body on the ground. She was okay, she was safe. That's all that mattered. What was best know was to wait until she was ready. Wait until she could learn the fact, Stark, himself was still alive. Moving his gaze to Aneirin, he exhaled and nodded.

"I'm sorry, too, then, for trying to knock you over. I'm Aneirin, one of the healers here; I found Annie this morning, and she told me Zero had killed her parents. She's very tired right now..."

Zero. The name triggered a twitch to form in his left side of his face. He tore Theravada apart, haunting Annie's dreams. Is this the fate Axel and Runi had faced? Were they ripped to shreds some where else? Or were they suffering as Annie was? Who knows, he cut the horrid thoughts short. Not wanting to think such negative things anymore. His main priority was Annie, or was it? Within those veins that have never tasted another wolves blood. Those veins called out for revenge, Zero's life.

"I see, thank you.... thank you." He mumbled the last part, loosing focus. "I was going to take her to my den. It's well-hidden, and I thought she could use a safe place to stay the winter." Some how it bothered him, that someone else was taking care of her. But it couldn't be helped. All these lonely months, surly Annie was in better care than he provided? All in conclusion, he was grateful to this young stranger. As he flashed a sorrow covered smile to him.

"Annie, it's me, Aneirin. Your father isn't dead, he's here--" Glancing toward him for an answer. Wolven brows widened with recognition. Taking a few steps closer to his beloved daughter. Aneirin had layed on her left, while Stark stood on the right. "I am Stark, its in my greatest interest stay here with Annie..." He glanced down at her innocent aura. "but... It seems you have things in order, while I do not. I have some business I must attend to." Suddenly, the only thing that was in Stark's mind was, Zero.

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Annie-Rose-Petal---BOTTOM.png] I felt as if this was a trick. I felt like Zero was just gleefully binding his time, letting me wallow in my terror before he killed me. Maybe he was killing Aneirin right now, though I wasn't hearing sounds of struggles, not anymore. But how could I trust when I thought I was hearing? I wasn't sure of the world anymore. I wasn't sure if I was alive. Perhaps this was all just a dream. I lay there for what felt like hours, though in reality it wasn't too long. Long enough for the two males above me to exchange proper information, to get a bearing on who the other was, and that they had only the best interests for me. If my head was clear, perhaps I would have understood this. But my mind was as muddled as replicating DNA was; broken strands of tangled thoughts were floating about, trying to catch up with their partner. Vaguely, I felt a movement on either side of me, and I cringed, trying to fold further in on myself. I did not want anyone to touch me. I did not want to listen, to see. I wanted to be left alone. Somehow, though, pieces of Aneirin's voice become known to me, and I struggled to focus my hazy eyes. It was a great effort, but I was finally able to make out his features. He looked up, to some point on my other side. I didn't want to move, though, to look to whatever he was looking at. I felt drained, as if I could no longer move a single muscle. But the voice! The only thing I heard was, 'I am Stark,', and I felt like heaven was shining directly on me. Somehow, I had enough will in me to turn myself over. I was speechless when I recognized Stark. My mouth suddenly felt dry, seeing my father. He was not my true father, no, but the fact that we did not share genes did not make any difference to me. I scrambled awkwardly over to him, all the while still laying on the ground, and I shoved myself over so that I was hugging his leg; he seemed even larger from my vantage point, here on the ground. I'd heard he was the largest wolf on the entire island, an island so vast that I'd never imagined seeing the whole of it. There was a great deal of pride in this, believe me. "Oh, daddy! Daddy daddy daddy," I cooed, softly sobbing into his leg. Strange, that I still had tears left to cry. But seeing my father, who I thought was dead just like my Mama was, sent me over the edge. I still felt incoherable, and I didn't say too much else to express the overwhelming emotions I felt, but that was okay. Stark was alive.

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Aneirin---MIDDLE.png] With a sinking feeling, Aneirin watched a look of distance enter Stark's eyes, a drifting expression that seemed to have suddenly detached itself from the situation at hand. He had seen that expression before, on his father's face when the massive chieftain male had been steeling himself for the final, failed defense of their little family pack. "I see, thank you.... thank you," the grand, noble figure before him mumbled, but the words seemed like filler. The soft-hearted healer had the feeling he knew what was coming next, and it went against every grain of his being. "It seems you have things in order, while I do not. I have some business I must attend to." As if he could protect her from the second loss just by physical contact, Aneirin curled his neck downward, touching his muzzle against Annie's desperately shivering frame. It broke his heart to think of her not knowing her father had been here, being trapped in her own shock and traumatic memories until he'd already run off to risk his life in a quest for vengeance. But then, it would break his heart even more for her to lose him twice. Being careful not to limit her movements or make her feel attacked, he protectively settled his neck downward so that his throat and chin were nuzzled onto her back. A sudden stiffness and stillness in her body alerted him to a change in her awareness, and Aneirin lifted his head, looking down at her. She had frozen briefly, looking at Stark with a new recognition, and Aneirin knew his earlier hopes would be dashed. Then, with a truly pitiable strain and shaking of her body, she began to crawl towards him, crying out: "Oh, daddy! Daddy daddy daddy!" Eyes trembling with the effort to control the sorrow in his features, the silvery male nevertheless felt his ears drooping slightly to either side, and his head lowered, though it was still at a significant height, given his size. "Stark," he said, voice strained, thick, heavy and low with pain, "don't you think your daughter needs you right now?" Images of his father's kamikaze self-sacrifice played in his mind, but there was no reprimand or bitterness in Aneirin's tone, simply sadness and fear. This Stark was a monster of a wolf, that was certain, towering even over Aneirin's considerable frame, but he had learned long ago that size could only do so much against true, blood-thirsty madness. ((OOC: This is gonna break my heart. Do we want Zero to show up now, so that Stark is defending their escape? Or maybe they start traveling, and then when the invasion happens, Stark defends them?))

[V.ampyrx ♈]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/30bhbup.jpg] “Finishing the deed, taking the garbage out, finishing the deed, taking the lives down, finishing the deed, finishing the deed, finishing the deed, I’ll watch you drown in that pool of blood when I finished the deed.” The callous words of German tongue hurled from the maw of the massive white demon, passion injected vigorous emphasis. His tongue rolled the historical chant, song if one rather call it, in a low guttural mutter. A smirk splattered upon his sable lips, one side drawn up in a crooked smile revealing razor-sharp chops, his thoughts ranged back to the beautiful mutilation he ruthlessly torn into his last not victim. His crimson eye gleaming with crazy blood lust as it jerked in its socket, sweeping the surroundings critically. His massive claws clubbed the earth as he trotted easily past the boarders, tearing the delicate earth apart, carrying the potent fragrance of the Order. His brawny shoulders moved smoothly beneath the tight skin, his unclumped, neatly groomed pelt flowing over his frame. Zero had finally picked up the pleasant habit of cleansing the crimson shit off him, figuring now; it was no longer a trophy of a win. The blood was tainted of sinners not a worthy opponent from a battle. Weaving through the remaining trees surrounding a field which the scent of the Bane child was wafting from, the blood-thirsty Zero emerged from the outskirts, a true angel of Traum in his coveted white coat. Tendrils catching in the slight wind, his high waving banner waved behind him. Adrenaline surged through his veins, racing through his body, fueling his ambition. They hadn’t noticed him yet. His pure disgust laced upon his facial features, his smirk turning into a frown, nose wrinkling. Ears twitching, he heard the sickening cries of the pest crying to her father. Daddy, daddy, daddy. “Oh shut the fuck up you piece of shit.” Zero grumbled, restraining himself from freight-training into the scene and slaughtering all of them. He would do things his way. Yes. Tease them mentally, create a sense of horror and fear then draining the tainted crimson fluid from their bodies. Mind churning, he observed the large wolf being the pest’s father. What a strong looking wolf…though weak at mind. He has been compromised! Zero’s talons dug into the earth, he should be the first to go…he thought in slight annoyance at the pettiness of the Enchanted wolves. Perhaps the younger, physically blessed ones will have a stronger mind, one more willing to be educated in the ways of the Order. Zero observed the scene of the little nuisance and the other two. Stark. Ah, yes, yes…that was the name that fae must have screamed for. Heh, so that brute must be Stark. Zero remembered, then continued to muse on. Hmft. The damned male is big…of considerable size. Challenge for me? I wonder. Really? Yea, I doubt it. Zero flicked his tail in dismissal, as if someone else was there asking the question. The Lieutenant General was much to skilled with years upon years of training and practice to allow a wolf, only barely larger than he beat him…what more, a wolf from Enchanted couldn’t possible have the ability to do so anyways. Ha! Why did Zero even consider the thought of a challage… Now but who was this new wolf with the two? Eh, Zero shrugged, sauntering forward quietly but at an easy nonchalant pace. Who gives a damn. He wouldn’t have problems. Besides, one would have to attempt to protect the deformed specimen or if they were both attacking, he would simply take a quick run around (having not only great muscle mass but agility as his height balance him out to the perfect warrior), and he would snap the neck of pain like a twig and watch the other two, lose that thing they loved soooo much. He caught the last words of the conversation. “…things in order, while I do not. I have some business I must attend to.” “Daddy, daddy, daddy…” Zero taunted, imps dancing in his blood rust eyes. He approached, much too relaxed for the occasion but still ready for this lovely extermination. “Oh daddy!” he whined in a mocking high pitch tone, lacing the harsh German accent into his words. “Daddy, what business do you have? Don’t leave me where Zero may get me. Are you going after Zero?” Unable to take it anymore, Zero raucously cackled, barking out a cruel laugh, dropping his voice back to normal. Arcing his neck around the two wolves, he grinned at Annie with ...evil, evil that is the only word to describe it, evil intent. He intended to traumatize her then kill her. Smirk plastered upon his maw once again, “Looks like you don’t have to go find me, now hmm?” he teased, a small growl lacing his tone. Zero smiled. “My apologizes, Stark, for not being able to resist mocking that stupid piece of shit you may call a daughter. I have some business I must attend too as well…just like the last time I wandered into this damned Enchanted land. How did that end again? Can you remember for me? Oh, no no no!” Zero interrupted before any of them could respond, “That’s right. I mutilated, defaced, and disemboweled, so pleasurable I might add, that whore of a mother, Annie.” He sneered the name, pleasantly smiling. Tail waving authority behind him, Zero lowered his head, spreading his legs slightly getting in a wonderful fighter’s stance. His eye pin-pointed in glances where he could sink his daggers into all of their flesh. “Did you ever wonder…why you could never find the head of Theravada?” Zero’s smile grew wider, crazy written all over his face. He was egging them on now. It will be a fight to the death…or Zero would make it that way at least…and Zero, well, he wasn’t going to be the one dying for a while. Maybe he could get two of them off his list today! Damn!! That would be a brilliant way to make his day. “Oh, and before I forget, I’m here for Annie…but Stark, you are definitely in my business now that you are here…and you.” Zero’s face twisted. “Who ever you are…I guess you are too. The more damned I find, the merrier! The Order has to exterminate those weak minded or deformed…its all for the better of all…the better of wolf kind. You wouldn’t want to damn the next generations right?....Right?” Note: Muahahahaha. :3 This will be so terrible...and fun. >D Word Count: 1231

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It was clear nothing would be the same anymore. Life just couldn't be moved back words. There was no rewind button or magical power to reset time. To the time when Stark first met Theravada, to when he wanted to be there for her the most, but wasn't. He wanted to re-do it all. Make everything right, but it wasn't possible, not in this world.

Theravada was in a better place. Where her true nature flourished. Heaven. Where everything was a beautiful color, where everyone was kind and beautiful just like her. Where happiness over flowed and everything seemed like it truly would be alright for eternity. It was a belief Stark was proud to say he believed in. To have something to believe in, only made life that much easier. While just then he wished he was up there, as he looked up into the heavens.

They were gray and dark, from the winters touch. But suddenly a burst of light appeared in the corner of his eye. The sound of movement, for Aneirin had also grown silent. Annie's limp small and rigid body had come crawling to his leg. Seeing such pain and confusion gripped at his heart. They were both suffering, he couldn't leave her now. After just saying those words, her sobs painted the area.

"Oh, daddy! Daddy daddy daddy,
Stark.... don't you think your daughter needs you right now?"

Annie's sobs had quieted for a moment as Aneirin said words of wisdom. His large head seemed like a stone, yet eyes so soft and bruised. So worn. He slowly shook his head with grief and knew very well he couldn't leave her now. Leaning down as he licked Annie affectionately, just about to sooth her. He was there, and he always would be. Annie was all he had, and would forever be his everything from the moment on.

The commotion had caused a lack of focus. For within those precious moments someone entered their premises. “Daddy, what business do you have? Don’t leave me where Zero may get me. Are you going after Zero?” The words so rash, so disrespectful... so unfamiliar. Zero. Stark kept his eyes on Annie for a moment. Was this Zero only feet away now. His stomach flipped, heart racing, breathing uncontrolled. As Stark slowly brought up his head to see a demon.

Large, the mark of the Order clear on his chest. A crazed look within those eyes. This crazy scar on his right eye. Description of his prize. But Stark was frozen with shock and disgust. He mocked Annie with pleasure, a sick grin and laughter leaking from his disgusting mouth. Stark was never violent, never aggressive. He was Traum's gentle giant. But not now, not today.

“Looks like you don’t have to go find me, now hmm? My apologizes, Stark, for not being able to resist mocking that stupid piece of shit you may call a daughter. I have some business I must attend too as well…just like the last time I wandered into this damned Enchanted land. How did that end again? Can you remember for me? Oh, no no no!.. That’s right. I mutilated, defaced, and disemboweled, so pleasurable I might add, that whore of a mother, Annie.”

Blank stare. It's all Stark felt he was able to comprehend at that moment. What was he! Who was he to say such disrespectful things about Annie or Theravada. “Did you ever wonder…why you could never find the head of Theravada? Oh, and before I forget, I’m here for Annie…but Stark, you are definitely in my business now that you are here…and you.” He continued talking with a sneer, Stark simply stared with his jaw open.

A spark of intensified hatred, pouring from his heart into his veins. He was going to snap. Stark had always been well controlled, well behaved never acting on emotions. But this was the exception. Jumping over Annie, right next to Zero's torso at this point. He threatened Aneirin too. Annie was his only concern, ignoring Aneirin honestly at that moment.

"HOW DARE YOU! You disgusting, foolish bastard. You, you dare disrespect the dead with such a taste of pleasure in your mouth? You killed my mate, to the point I could hardly tell it was her anymore..." His voice trailed out, angry tears forming within those golden brown eyes of his. "And now, you joke of death as a game!...Well then Zero, Lets play." He spat in his face with his words. Rage was over doing itself within Stark. He widened his stance, ready to defend and take revenge.

He knew it was foolish, this wolf was a trained killer. A experienced killer. While Stark was a ideal hunter, he had never taken another's life. He was to kind hearted, to sane to do it. While Zero was opposite, he lived for it. This would be the end, he already knew that he couldn't win. But he would do it for Theravada, for Annie. He turned his head to face Annie, a look so deep and meaningful as his face was still stained with tears. "Run Annie!"

ooc; *cries* & yes maka yes T.T I HATE ZERO lol

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[☼ Sunstorm]

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[atrb=background,http://i899.photobucket.com/albums/ac192/fireb4ashes/Annie-Rose-Petal---BOTTOM.png] For one brief stretch of time--somehow, while I was in it, it seemed like it lasted a long time, yet as soon as it was gone it felt like it was nothing at all--everything was right in my world. I had not forgotten the terrible memories of that day, but being with my father, gripping desperately onto his leg, I felt okay. I continued to sob, nearly wailing incoherable, half thoughts, and I just continued to hold onto him. Thank you God I was cheering in my head. Stark drew his tongue over my head, and the gesture brought back beautiful memories as well as comfort. Never had I felt closer to the earth at this moment, and the world realigned itself into a brighter picture. I had my Dad now, though I was missing the distressed signs. I wasn't in my right state, anyway; I was no longer the keen observer. Once upon a time....And maybe again one day. But I didn't care for any of these thoughts at the moment, I just cared about squeezing Stark's leg even tighter. But I wasn't allowed any happiness, it seemed. I was going to be deprived of it all until every last bit of happiness was sucked right out of me. I hadn't been expecting to hear the voice, not now with my Daddy hear, but I heard it. My body seemed to flinch wildly without my meaning to, and my claws strained into the ground as I fought against the wild terror that crashed into me. With this new wave of terror came my strange disease, the herbs Aneirin provided being no match for my wild emotions. I trembled even more sporadically now, my eyes like saucers as they stared up at that monster. I literally could not breathe. My lungs screamed desperately for air as my sides heaved with effort, trying to coax me into taking in that beloved oxygen, but I barely noticed at first. It was when the need became so overwhelming that I had no choice; the breath was noisy, ragged, and had the sound of being torn, as strange as that sounds. I felt like I needed to scream, and the sensation bubbled expectantly at my throat, but nothing happened. I wasn't controlling my body anymore; at least, that's what it felt like. It was doing whatever it wished at this point. I never quite comprehended everything that came out of the monster's mouth; I was having a hard time staying upright at this point. I felt very near passing out, and I was not sure why I hadn't done it already. I had a vague thought that I needed to run, as I had last time. I also knew that I could probably make eye contact with Aneirin, to ask him to help me. But nothing happened.....Eventually my eyes slipped away from Zero's monsterous body, falling away and unfocusing completely. Shock was raging through my body, so I couldn't tell you what happened after that. When I finally 'came to', though, I realized that my father was standing very close to Zero, closer than any should ever be, and I was screaming. I was screaming out all my terror, all my rage, and all my feelings of hopelessness. I was trying to tell Stark no, because I couldn't lose him too. I tried to get up, my my legs were nothing more than jelly-like. I was useless. Helpless. I couldn't even get up to walk two inches from the spot that I lay. Now I honestly did feel worthless, as Zero said I was all along.... I didn't even know where Aneirin was, nor what he was doing. My body was going numb, as was my mind, and all that I could think was, I'm going to die. I'd thought this before, when my mother had died for me, but there was no doubt about it this go-round. If I couldn't run, what chance was there? Zero was ready to murder, and not even Stark and Aneirin combined could stop him. ooc:// So sad. -tear-

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[atrb=background,http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn15/stephers1995/Aneirin---MIDDLE.png] “Oh shut the fuck up you piece of shit.” Ice crawled into their gathering spot, creeping along through the waving grasses as sure as if a sudden cold front had blasted the area. It was blasphemous to hear those words here, not only in the middle of Enchanted pack lands, but in the heart of everything sweet, tender, and fragile. Here was Stark, finally having the chance to reconnect with the daughter he had nearly forgotten in his grief, their time together only a few short moments; and here was Annie, her brief recovery wobbling on the thinnest daisy-stem legs. And here, it must be, was Zero, insatiable in his mad desires, warped beyond recognition as another wolf. Aneirin lifted his head slowly, sadness and tension writ clear across his features. He felt them as a weight dragging his head back down, but he lifted it nevertheless, all the way to its peak, slowly rearranging his body to stand as tall and straight as possible. “Daddy, daddy, daddy…” Zero was taunting Annie, his voice a disgusting, simpering mimic of her genuine tones. “Daddy, what business do you have? Don’t leave me where Zero may get me. Are you going after Zero?” As slowly and distinctly as he had lifted his head, Aneirin moved himself to stand between Annie and Zero. He took each step methodically, as if he was walking himself to the very edge of a cliff from which he intended to jump. In a way, he realized, he very well might be. Stark was still the biggest wolf there, but Zero was big, bigger than Aneirin, though not by much, and the healer was very aware of his limitations as a fighter. He was a healer in his heart and soul, and he had no experience in battle. Brute strength could only count for so much. His eyes lifted to lock with Zero's, a wordless rebuke resounding in them. Their expression was exactly that of a stern father who has just watched his runt pup fail at a task. “That’s right. I mutilated, defaced, and disemboweled, so pleasurable I might add, that whore of a mother, Annie.” Aneirin felt rage bubbling up inside him, struggling against the bonds of his composure and disdain. He blocked it from his face, an unusual experience for the empath, and focused instead on sorrow and scorn. He couldn't fall apart now. Stark was going to lose it in a few, and someone had to be together, for Annie. His jaw clenched in his internal battle, but then relaxed, and his stillness became a more powerful statement than the agitation he would have liked to express. A breeze fluttered by, stroking along his silver and black dappled fur, and beneath it he looked like a wolf of stone. His eyes stayed on Zero's, unrelenting. “Oh, and before I forget, I’m here for Annie…but Stark, you are definitely in my business now that you are here…and you.” Aneirin watched those completely mad eyes finally recognize his presence. There wasn't a wolf in there; that creature was as sentient and sane as a crocodile or a snake, mind all bundles of violent and bloody instincts. “Who ever you are…I guess you are too. The more damned I find, the merrier! The Order has to exterminate those weak minded or deformed…its all for the better of all…the better of wolf kind. You wouldn’t want to damn the next generations right?....Right?” The healer's broad, gently shaped muzzle didn't waver or flinch. He listened carefully, listened even to the tiniest hints of a mind that was tipping farther over the border than its owner could have anticipated. There was a certain unrest in his fervently frothed "RIGHT?" that had a tint of future calamity. Stark lunged up before Aneirin had a chance to answer for himself. "HOW DARE YOU! You disgusting, foolish bastard. You, you dare disrespect the dead with such a taste of pleasure in your mouth? You killed my mate, to the point I could hardly tell it was her anymore..." Aneirin listened to the flow of words with even more pain than he had felt before, wishing he could reach out to Stark and pull him back from the brink. Zero was not the kind of wolf who would feel even a dent on his soul from such a tirade; he would take it as flattery, almost, as a sign of something done right. "Stark," he murmured, half under his breath, hoping there was still time, "you just found Annie..." Stark had every right to be furious, of course, and Aneirin was not horribly surprised at the words that came next: "Well then Zero, Lets play." He heaved a sigh at this, heart deeply troubled, and took a few steps forward. He wasn't moving that far away from Annie--she was still spasming on the ground, helpless--but he wouldn't be left standing in the back like a coward. Where Stark was a towering inferno of rage and hatred, Aneirin was a cold, stony monolith. He stopped, still distant from Zero, but planted to face him head on. Once again, he was careful with his tone and look, keeping all his rage and fear quiet, letting through the sorrow--that he couldn't help--and the scorn. He stared down the wolf before him, a glorious physical specimen in every way, but his insides a morass, twisted beyond recognition as another thinking, feeling being. When the healer spoke, it was that scorn, that root-deep distaste for this disgusting creature, but it was also very calm. He sounded both as if quietly scolding a young thing, but also giving a patient a fatal diagnosis, clinical and detached. "When one day those sinews aren't as strong, when you have aged, as we all must, when a younger wolf overthrows you or a stag gores you in the hunt, you will die. You will be very cold, and you will look pathetic and laughable, sprawled on the ground, patches of your rotten fur missing, teeth half gone from ugly, aching decay, worms and crawling things infesting your privates. Your stomach will not work as it used to, either. You may soil yourself, brown staining your rank, once-white fur, and in the throes of death your bladder will almost certainly give way. If you had anything inside to match that fleeting, powerful outside, those last moments might be better. But they will be embarrassing, small, unheralded, unimportant, and very, very alone." He turned to look at Stark once more, but the massive, proud, doomed male was focused on something else. "Run Annie!" Without another look back, Aneirin turned and walked back to Annie, stooping low over her form. "It's time to go now, Annie," he said. He crouched close, getting ready to carry her by the scruff if need be. She certainly didn't look to be in any state to run, and he could at least get her to the border, with Stark distracting Zero. He realized, with a horrible pang, that he had already given up the idea of going back to his den. ((OOC: DAYYYYYYYYM. I think I just got possessed by a writing demon. Also, *SOBS!!!*))

[V.ampyrx ♈]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/30bhbup.jpg] Paying little attention to the meek new wolf who’s name he did not know, the sneer smeared across Zero’s sick expression only stretched further as he soaked himself in the shock of Stark. Generally, it was either shock and or fear that gave power to the white behemoth. The vibe would be absorbed from all aspects of his bodily being as the atmosphere he brought created an environment he could thrive in. It was his single jerking eye though that took the most in, it was the priceless faces that he adored in his memories. Zero could always, without fail, recall each face, each expression, each look of shock, fear, or disgust, from every scene which he stormed onto like a unstoppable force of justice. Memories. Many would say they are a powerful thing in the matter of emotions as well as logic. Live and learn. Live and thrive. Live from the power of memories or flail in them weakly. Continuing with his taunts, his eyes raked over the disgusted flesh of Enchanted’s largest beast, receiving only a blank stare. The Enchanted member’s jaw hung loosely on its hinges, unable to force words out to stop Zero’s abusive words. Zero’s mind twisted with the thoughts of tearing the jaw off...there would certainly be an avid amount of blood of course. Could he make Stark drink that blood? The damned wolf wouldn’t have a choice...what maw would he have to close? The bloody eye of Zero darkened into a dark crimson glow. He stabbed into the dull eyes of Stark, where a spark of hatred began to jump the whole body. The hatred bubbled from the windows of the soul, leaking into the veins from the foolish heart. Stark’s breaths arrived quickly, lungs working to pump the oxygen into his system. Zero, naturally, zoned in on the obvious scent of adrenaline wafted off that creature defending Annie. The demon only glanced over at the weakling, keeping the passionately enraged Stark only a little off focus. The little shit was trembling, shaking, struggling to breath. The thing was going into a little fit on the ground, a seizure of some sort Zero figured. His expression matched the disgust radiating off Stark and the other wolf, his sneer dropping to a frown obviously displaying his distaste for even being in the presence of something so unfit to live, to breath. It literally was a waste of air, the stupid shit. And...that is when her screaming started. Zero’s ears naturally flicked back. The little girl was screaming because of how unpure she was to wolf kind. Being so close to Zero, the prime example of a fighter of purity with his coveted snowy coat? She must feel the devils shredding her insides trying to escape being in such an honorable presence! It was the logical thing to think of course. His crimson eye flicked to the Aneirin, confused at how he could even stand to protect what was so obviously to be a curse of wolf kind. She should have killed herself once realizing how deformed she was. The little shit would be dead soon anyways though so Zero waved the thoughts off once again. Of course, when his words were finished it was no longer a shock radiating from Stark and the other. Terror was still from the thing writhing on the earth, but now, it was anger and rage coming from the males. “HOW DARE YOU! You disgusting, foolish bastard. You, you dare disrespect the dead with such a taste of please in your mouth? You killed my mate, to the point I could hardly tell it was her anymore...” Taking advantage of the trailing of Stark’s voice, chuckling at his words and tears dribbling out of his eyes, Zero nonchalantly tossed a few retorts, the grin plastering his face once again. “Well, Stark, I certainly have dared. And the dead is dead! There is nothing more to it. I can not disrespect something that has no soul left nor had a soul to begin with.” Zero spat, laughter crossing his expression, “And I didn’t kill her to that point, I drowned her and bleed her to death. The rest was mere enthusiasm and fun.” Flashing his chops in a malicious sneer, he flicked his tail and allowed his stance to fall neatly into offense. “And now, you joke of death as a game!” “Why yes, I indeed do. Life and Death is a game bitches!” “Well then Zero, Lets play.” “Fine by me. You’ll lose this wonderful flick.” The other male muttered a few words between the whole thing, but didn’t make things serious enough for Zero to hear or even care for the matter. The crimson eye flickered to the male though when he quietly stepped forward now, his face cold, absent of emotion. What, he is going to fight too now? This is a sad attempt to take down such a powerful beast. Either could fight obviously...it turned that Aneirin wouldn’t fight though, as his next actions revealed plainly. "When one day those sinews aren't as strong, when you have aged, as we all must, when a younger wolf overthrows you or a stag gores you in the hunt, you will die. You will be very cold, and you will look pathetic and laughable, sprawled on the ground, patches of your rotten fur missing, teeth half gone from ugly, aching decay, worms and crawling things infesting your privates. Your stomach will not work as it used to, either. You may soil yourself, brown staining your rank, once-white fur, and in the throes of death your bladder will almost certainly give way. If you had anything inside to match that fleeting, powerful outside, those last moments might be better. But they will be embarrassing, small, unheralded, unimportant, and very, very alone." This was laughable to Zero, some speech trying to sway such noble actions, throwing some imagery in effort to weaken the strong fort of his mind. Not a single second thought nor reflection of what he spoke even registered in his heart. It was rather annoyance in the ignorance of the words Aneirin coldly laid out before him. There was much faulty reasoning in all of it. Zero coughed a sarcastic, annoyed laugh. “You’re ignorant aren’t you hmm? I would have taken my own life if I were to go down like that before I were to end in such a pathetic state. I rather not explain to you everything on how false you are in your words. Eh, but yes, I will age, but my damn, you dumbass...And I’m not alone...you didn’t know that apparently. I have plans. I have prepared for the aging process. Dying or aging is not a matter that I will be worried about. Heh. My interior, my heart of matters, matches my great exterior if not better. You’re mind is still uneducated in the reality of how the purity of wolf kind must be enforced...” Zero spat aiming the wad of salvia onto where the still shaking little shit shook on the earth, “I won’t end up like that...” Aneirin seemed to try to go to help the trembling thing on the Earth...Zero could get them later. Lets get big boy out of the way... Zero tilted his head back to Stark, “A game you asked for? LET THERE BE ONE!” He roared, a snarl erupting from his cheat, ready for the fray. There had been enough talk already and Zero yearned to see blood splattered across the field, to feel the flesh and skin shred beneath his powerful jaw and razor-like claws. He wanted to hear the bones crush beneath his weight as he would snap ribs, shatter limbs, and mutilate all skeletal structures. Zero thundered around Stark as he sprinted, clubbing the earth with his massive paws. A deep growl emitting from behind the playful, malicious smirk upon his maw. The rumble of his snarl vibrated through his body, he could feel it in his paws. Muscles rippled as he moved. Though he was built on the bulkier side, it did not mean Zero lacked agility and precision. Zero held a stature of great height to balance the hardened muscle he obtained from his years of slaughtering. He didn’t make a full round nor a half round Stark before Zero bound forward, catapulting himself towards the massive piece of Enchanted flesh. A vicious snarl escaped the maw of Zero, tens of times louder than the growl before. Though he shot through the air, jaw open with spit leaking out in his hunger for blood, as if he were to land upon the back of Stark, his eyes narrowed in on his shoulders. In a split decision, he decided for the front limbs though, changing from the tactic of shredding off shoulder muscle to shoving him down while snapping his chops at his leg. The idea was, Zero’s bound would knock the heavy beast off balance enough for him to get a clear grip on the leg and crush it. Let’s just peal the muscle and skin off this wolf now shall we? Note: Sorry it took so long! This isn't the most amazing post either. My muse escaped me when I got so busy with competitions for school. D: You have to LOVE Zero though. xP Word Count: 1680