Lost & Found. [Marona/Teren]

Crimson liquid bled, the tangy and sweet substance dropping like a light rain into his mouth and onto his tongue: its normal pathway disrupted by the large blockade his teeth had made. Fangs puncturing into the soft skin to allow the red out for his delight. It was a little amount, much less than what he enjoyed in a good fight but nevertheless the taste got him excited. Reaper was not above cannibalism and often seeked out a healthy wolf to maim and digest. The thought itself of doing just that to this nothing was coming across his mind more than once, but perhaps it was better to offer her to his dear brother instead. As a message of unity at the two brothers once again being reunited and true to one another. With Lyonitus, Caspain, and from rumors, Baritos as well, Reaper did not want for his brother to think him as unloyal as the rest of them. The Beta knew well enough of his siblings that they will do whatever in their best interests and it would not be long until one got high hopes of taking Teren down. Breaking their kin bond for some broken pride they gained when they were away and to try and take the best of them down to claim the title. But even so, things followed an order. If Teren was to fall early, it would be him to take his place as the oldest brother and possibly best. As long as Reaper was around though, no harm would come to his kin should he have a say to prevent it. Speaking of which, the Beta would have to speak to the other who shared his rank. This Irrationality, as Reaper would rule out who was loyal or not, the other male was the first on his list.

Gliding over rocks and purposely walking through the harsh parts of the forest covered in sharp, fallen branches to drag the fae through, Reaper's hold on her leg never did cease and as he brought Martina or whatever closer to his brother's den the large brute would go over what he would say. Like himself, his brother did not like his time wasted. Arriving to the destination, Reaper would turn his body to bring and drag the other over and in front, in seconds letting go of her leg and motioning his figure to try and place his fore-paws on her form. One between her shoulder blades while the other was placed just behind her cranium and down, forcing a bow. Should she comply with his actions and stay submissive like a good little girl, Reaper wouldn't hesitate to gaze into the darkened den and beckon Teren out. "O'brother! I have a gift." Raspy voice loud and deep, the brute would let his tail curl behind him as his weight pressed into his upper-torso to be put onto his fore-paws and then some onto the fae. Once his alpha did appear, Reaper would back off should he say anything but if not, the male would continue in stating why he was towering such a pathetic thing. "Found this one out in the borders trespassing. No scent like a rogue so she's either a scout or stupid."

Wasted all my muse on Brae so sorry if it makes no sense in the beginning.
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Attack: Attempt to tower over Marona to place a paw between her shoulder blades and the other on her head, forcing it down.
Defense: None
Injuries: None

"Speech"

Pain and disgust warred within the lightly colored fae as she was dragged through the lands to the den of the Alpha. She begged, pleaded with the brute who had his teeth sunk into her flesh, for him to let her go. She had sworn that she would never dare to encroach upon his territory again but it was all for naught. Her words had fallen on deaf ears. So, she had resorted to whimpering. This was definitely NOT how she had planned her first mission. Marona had wanted to sneak in and then sneak out but she hadn't counted on a patrol. If she lived through this and somehow made it back to her new pack she would take this lesson and learn from it. Though, she was going to be mighty embarrassed if she had to be rescued by her pack members.

At that thought, the interloper's face briefly held a look of anger but was again replaced by fear as she was dragged deeper into the lands of a blood thirsty brute, through the harshest lands. Branches slapped at her, clawed at her fur making her cry out each time they landed a blow. Her smooth cream colored coat was no longer beautiful and shiny. It was lifted in patches, dirt ground into it, making it filthy. Leaves and small twigs burrowed their way into her fur, making it look knotted and unappealing. This was a humiliation all of its own and she had to bite her tongue so as not to regret what she had to say to the large beast that looked like he was enjoying himself.

When they reached the pack clearing, the brute never stopped, never slowed until they reached the den. Marona's body trembled in fear, her ears pinned to her skull but a sigh of relief came out when the teeth released their grip on her leg. Blood seeped out of the puncher wounds, coloring her leg a bright red. She tried to stand but the large brute pinned her yet again. Her cry escaped as he put his weight upon her, a paw between her shoulders and the back of her skull. Making her bow to the devil as he came from the shadows. She had to admit it to herself, she was scared but normally she wouldn't have shown just how afraid she was. Fear was a weakness but to get what she needed, axcess to the dark lands, she had to show it. To let the scent of it seep into the air like an intoxicating fragrance. Her eyes closed as she said a prayer.

only the strong are worthy to live

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Beta Reaper & Scout Marona

Since joining the lands of Erenyx, Teren had seen little of Reaper. He imagined the brute off doing something productive or just helping other members of the pack. If Reaper wanted to do nothing, that was quite alright as well. Reaper could get away with possibly anything in Teren's eyes. He trusted him almost as much as he had trusted Irrationality. No wolf served him as justly as Irrationality. He could tell that Caspian was a thorn, an irritation and Lyonitus was becoming no better. He would have to wait and see what Baritos would be like, but since he seemed to be closer to Lyonitus.. he knew that would not be well. One thing Lyonitus was good at, was always being able to throw around his will. He was impressionable, even more so than his older brothers at times. Baritos frail little mind would easily fall into his tricks, just as Thatcher had before he was killed.

Reaper beckoned for him from outside of the den. Moving to the entrance, he could tell that Reaper was not alone. As he approached the pair, he looked down to see the fae pressed against the ground, Reaper pinning her there. He looked down to the fae for a moment, then back up to his brother. Before getting a chance to ask, Reaper spoke. Intelligent. He knew to get right to the point with Teren. "This fae.. Her scent is not of Rogue, but it of another pack I do know. Pyrvanthros in the south, they are ran by Magnus and Chiara, the traitors of our lands. If you found her crossing our borders, then she must be a Scout, like the fae from Agavos..." Teren looked down to stare upon the fae. "Why do you come here?" he snarled as he bared his fangs. "Do you seek information for Magnus?" Before allowing her to speak, he motioned for Reaper to move his paws. Without warning, he lunged atop the fae, grabbing her hind right leg in his maw. He could feel the bones beneath his fangs and the flesh being ripped into as he applied pressure. He snarled angrily, growling as he snapped the bones within her right leg. When he knew it was broken, he stepped back and allowed Reaper to pin her once more. "Tell me!" he shouted with such anger and aggression as his tail hung high over his spine and his nose was only inches away from hers.

To commit crimes | To think of evils | "Speak only evil"

would it really be so bad to die?

► kaigra ◄

Permission to break Marona's leg and permanently forcing her to have a limp was approved by Marona.

-Reaper may be skipped and only would have followed Teren's notions by backing off then pinning Marona again-

Out of the darkness of his den, the largest wolf she had ever seen stepped forward. His eyes were flat with a cold fire burning in their depths. Fear took control of her then, making her body tremble as the male that pinned her spoke to his brother. Marona tried not to meet the eyes of the dark devil when he spoke in return. Her eyes closed but she she did not give herself away when the alpha named her alphas. So, they had come from here and started their own pack. That was interesting. Then, in s swift movement that caught the scout by surprise, she found herself being assaulted by the alpha. His teeth gripped her back leg, crushing the bone between his jaws. Marona let out a scream of pain that echoed out into the surrounding wood, and struggled to attack the one that hurt her, but her teeth clipped only air as he backed out of range and she was pinned once more to the ground.

Unending pain radiated outward from her leg, shooting up into her hip to wash over her body. She laid there, under the first brute, as fury coursed through her, wanting to do nothing but tear the flesh from the leg atop her. To tear it down to the bone but she couldn't. She panted, her tongue lolling out as she tried to ride the storm of pain. When she could control it slightly she spoke in a broken voice, "Please... I know nothing.... I ...just came to find out ..... if you... Were the demon .... The rumors... say... you...are." Her eyes, squinted shut against the pain, another cry escaping her as her mind raced of what else to tell him. Her mind was going blank, she didn't know. She had never been in this kind of situation before. "For this sir,... I do not ...blame you. Were I ...in your position,... I would do the same ...to any wolf... who I ...presumed to be ...from a ...traitorous ...pack. If I ...could, ...I would.... give...you what... you want. I apologize... for... entering.... your lands". Marona hoped that would throw the dark brute for a loop. Make him pause.

only the strong are worthy to live

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Beta Reaper & Scout Marona

Teren licked her blood off his snout. It was a sweet tang of life splashed upon his hide. He snarled and growled in her face, waiting for the pathetic excuse for a wolf to speak. Finally when she did, it was nothing he wanted to hear. Excuses. Lies. Whatever it was, something sent her here. She would not be leaving Erenyx anytime soon. "You lie! I do not have time for your constant lies. You crossed into my lands, and you will pay for such a thing. You will wish you had never been born once I am finished with you.." He lifted his gaze to Reaper. "Good work, Reaper. Take this... spy back to the abandoned den. There she will be watched closely. She is not to be given any medical treatment at all. I want her to feel every source of pain from her wound. Feed her just enough to allow her to live, keep her weak." He nodded to his brother with one head nod. "Take her away..." Teren watched as his brother did what he wanted. He stared at whelp, snarling still towards her. Another spy had entered their lands, and this time it would not be a simple trade to the other pack. He had done that once, and the brute he traded for had abandoned the lands. Nothing like that would ever happen to Teren again.

To commit crimes | To think of evils | "Speak only evil"

would it really be so bad to die?

► kaigra ◄

Permission to break Marona's leg and permanently forcing her to have a limp was approved by Marona.

Fear resonated lovely through her body as she was present among the two mighty beasts. Reaper, thoroughly enjoying the vibration of her shaken figure beneath him as he held her down. The pain his brother inflicted more than likely still coursing as it sourced from her now broken leg. The same limb that had just so happen to be in his own grasp not long ago, what he used to drag the girl here. Martha had screamed and it was that loud sound that rang like music to his ears. He wanted to hear more of it. Hurt her until she begged for death, to which he would not - only to torture her more. Paw pressed on the back of her head and the other still between her shoulder blades, Reaper shifted his weight to bring more upon her, ready to halt any words that she did not choose wisefully. Should the whore decide to test their bluff. Instead, the fae chose to plea and continue to test his patience. Turning his focus onto the dark brute, Reaper awaited his judgement. If he honestly believed this peasant... gladly and to his satisfaction, Teren did not fall for her words and made that clearly known.

Bellowing out his voice for all to hear as he spoke his mind, the large male let his lips turn to a grin as he watched this take place. Once again he was serving his brother, a brother worth serving and with no pup getting in the way of his siblings emotions, Erenyx would surely never grow boring like the last. Grin lifting upon his fangs faintly to reveal the sharp teeth, with a slight growl resonating out of his chest the brute turned his gaze down to look upon the stranger beneath him. A dark gleam in his orbs as he did so. Oh, how he would much rather have this peasant beneath him always. Should his brother of course not find her fit for any of his pleasures. Reaper wasn't picky, nor would he ever pass the chance to spread his genes. Furthering the family name long before he himself was gone from this shit of land.

Auds lifted to the few praising words Teren threw his direction, Reaper forwarded his attention towards the dark brute with a cold gaze but dipped his head in acknowledgment shortly after. His actions were correct, and as beta Reaper would expect to make more. No one knew his brother better than he, even if gone for a few years. Given orders, the large male let his paws slip off behind the fae as his muzzle would seek to sink around the same leg the two have maliciously underutilized. His hold was not pleasant nor did the male make it remotely soft in his grasp as he did so. With little strength required it seemed, the brute began his journey with the other as once more did he drag the vixen to another destination. One that would keep eyes on her at all times and as such, keep the spy here. Here. It was disgusting to think of, as rather Reaper would have hoped Teren would kill the stranger instead of letting her live. From what he gathered in all his years, an alive but weak threat is still a threat.

-EXIT-

Now we are done! - Finally got home from my tia's house ^^

"Speech"

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