Did I stutter? [bhu; aw]

[I L Y I C H]

Remember all the ways you fixed me?
How will you fix me now?

This had always only just been hidden. Just tucked away from view. They all thought me so clever. So normal. Ayita knew this side of me. Knew it well. It was a wonder I had even managed to get away in the state I had been in. Teeth biting so hard my gums had bled. Fido was dead now. Oh they liked to say don't kill the messenger but I couldn't stop it. Couldn't help myself. Anger management had never been a skill I held true to form after all. Teeth freshly painted I tip toed away, mind spiraling away from any idea of healing it had taken on in the last year or two. Traitors. Everywhere. They were everywhere. No one was pure. No one was right. Everyone bit back. Bit first. You had to bite first. So I'd left half mad and trembling. Vea Apxn meant little to me in terms of ideals. I was a sociopath and always had been; nothing there connected to me. I had left for the sake of people. Specifics. I couldn't bring myself to bite them first. Not any of them. Not Ayita especially, whom I had left behind in a mad bid to keep her from seeing me like this. Some sanity still existed after all behind the blinding paranoia.

Ayita wouldn't hurt me and that was truth. Me being able to keep myself from snapping at her was a far more likely scenario and not a thing I wished to test or goad. Oh but there were things I wanted to toy with. wanted to corrupt. Brother dearest whom were you fooling? Liar in a nice mask. Covered up by your ideas and loyalties. Hiding behind a wall of nonchalance. how long had it taken you to spill the truth to a tiny butler? How did it feel to wonder upon that beast not returning to you? As Ellipses would know Fido would do. It would be quiet obvious that the thing was dead. If Carska's beloved pack didn't throw a complete fit over finding the fox like creature sprawled and eviscerated within their camp. Paws coming down onto wet sand with a satisfying slap I gave the blackness of the night a long snarl. Your messenger has been devoured Brother. Come tell your tail yourself and see if the same happened to you.

Eyes hunks of floating ice in the utter darkness of the clouded over sky I looked about myself with sharp motions. Everything about me had changed over night. Reverted perhaps was a better term. The raptor like motions had come again, sending my gate into a lurching abruptness that gave the slimness of my form a lethal look to it. The viper was back it would seem, and my mind was frothing at the edges. Devoid had nothing to do with this any longer. I had made my peace with such things. Paranoia was what struck me deep and drug my truest form forward. Hatred and broken loyalty corrupted my being and turned me black as the night about me once more. Brother dearest with a silver tongue as quick as lightening. Everyone in the world was cold and cruel and they deserved to be treated as such. Everyone died so what was the harm with showing them how utterly horrific the world was a bit earlier then was otherwise necessary?

These stupid bastards believed in their petty little gods. They should think that such a thing was predestined. Silly really, but interesting. You want a game? I'll give you one. You have a god? He sent me to kill you. Ha. Children make such horrible liars, and adults fair only slightly better. Yet liars they all were. Liars to their bones. To their very cores. And they would pay. All of them. No one was innocent and wile my loyalties and friendships sent me wandering at a lopsided angle away from Vea Apxn I approached civilization now with intent. It had been too long sense my teeth tasted rushing blood. Murder was in the air and the scent of it spilled from my jaws to merge into the air about me.
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[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

Deception. Disgrace.
Evil as plain as the scar on his face.

I'll show them just how mighty I can be. I scowled at the ground as I kicked a rock through the ever deepening mud. I was a cursed man, I had decided. My first family had let me drown in the shadow of my mighty brother, and now this one did not believe I could rule a pride. I was getting to be a teenager old enough for indepence now. Ackecheta had approached me while I knawed on a bone. He had informed that I would have to go out to make my own pride soon. A pride could not have two adult males. When I had pointed out grouchly that he and Ezhno had both been adults in my time here, he laughed his arrogant roar and said he had been the destined heir, so it was an exception. I asked why I was not to be the destined heir since I was a great deal older than Daiade Jr, and Jasninon would soon have to be leaving. He explained that the destined heir would be either his own son, or a male that catches one of his daughter's hearts. I would have accepted that explanation, but the arrogant son of a bitch had to go on and say that his heir would be much stronger set than I was. He had gone so far as to call me a runt in strength--puny. He had laughed it. Insulting my pride and taking pleasure in it.

Looking to the ground I cursed. I would show him when I was older just what a puny cat can do. Strength was nothing in a battle. I would show him what happens when you mess with me. I would show all of them, and find a way to get to my family to show them, too. "I am not fucking worthless." My roar was coming in nicely as I threw my head back to snarl the challenge to the sky. It was much like my father's, now. I may have been half my brother's size, but I was still part of that bloodline. I still could have some traits of my father--even if I did hate the man. It was only after I shouted the words that I realized another was near by. This was my chance to prove to Ackecheta that I was no runt--I would protect his tiny prideland and drag home the carcass of this beast I saw looming in the shadows. At first I thought that maybe it was that lioness that had run away with Daiade's death, but I found the shape to be much too big--and quite dog-like.

I stormed towards the beast with my emerald eyes on fire. I was determined to show Ackecheta that Akando should be rightfully mine. I would drag this folami home by his tail, body limp and drained of blood. "Fucking tresspasser." I spit the threat as I continued to move closer.

[I L Y I C H]

Remember all the ways you fixed me?
How will you fix me now?

My head lashed sideways, ice chip eyes locking on the intruder. No. I was the intruder. That was right. I had wandered onto the King's lands. How quaint. You couldn't even sniff Daiade out of the air anymore. It was interesting how quickly rain removed all forms of memory. But alas there was a new demon before me and I turned to his chocolate form with a devilish smile. Oh how I had missed this. I was a monster. A disgusting beast and I could not help but desire the thrashing terror of my victims. I needed it like food. It filled my soul. Darkness has a way of pooling after all, and with that thought I turned to fully face the adolescent lion. At one time I would turn to the children of the world and feed them my empathy. Not this time. There was no innocence here. Only a corrupted heart trying to prove some worth. I could see the gleam in his eye. That desperate desire of worth. I knew it all too well. It had been the death of my own childhood and the route to my own corruption.

It was a root best ripped out early.

"This desert is dark my friend" The purr spilled form me as my iridescent eyes narrowed into my vicious grin. The threat was not obvious in my tone nor my stance. My vocals spilled out with an almost playful nature for surely this was a game to me. Perhaps not to the feline standing before me with his scared face wrinkled with his supposed superiority. I stood loosely, my frame having long ago become accustom to ambush. Everything about me screamed childish naivety. As if I knew not what he spoke nor of what he wanted. Yet there was a gleam in my eye and a fire in my throat that I knew all too well. The game was a foot. My lips stretched farther aching up my face as the muscles tugged to unrestrained lengths to bare every crimson stained tooth in a threat that could not be ignored no matter what I otherwise showed.

"Run away." The coo slid from me as my head dropped, eyes hidden as the teeth gleamed. It was a command softly spoken but laced with poison. It didn't matter if this creature left me. Didn't matter if he ran or fought. He would die. There was no hope for him. I stood taller then him. My legs were far faster and my teeth had better practice then he would ever imagine. But children make up their minds in the oddest ways, and I lifted my skull enough to peer at him with my crooked demon's smile. "Have you not seen my kind lad?" I took the smallest step forward, tail swishing and teeth clicking together as the cheshire grin almost broke my jaw. "Do you not know what I am? I will kill you tonight. Dead in the sands. But you know what? I am not like them. Not like the stories or my friends." My grin abandoned me abruptly. The robotic expression froze my face into an uncaring completely psychopathic expression in less then an instant. "I am worse."

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[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

This monster was not all too aggressive at first glance, nor truly threatening. He spoke in a peculiar way that was not dangerous. He did not have the lethal bulk that would make me think twice for most of his kind. A snake of a dog, perhaps, but I was beyond the point of thinking rashionally. I would risk the threat of him being a viper if it gave me a chance to prove to the world I was top dog around here and they better all just shut up and bow. I blinked at him as I came to stand firm only a handful of bounds away, eyes quinting as I gave him my silent threat in responce. Yes it was dark, but I was a dark-hued lion so blackness was easily used for my advantage. Of course, this dog was a darker hue also, melting into the shadows with only his ice chip eyes to display.

"I don't run away." Perhaps my tone was childish, but it held a coating of venom, too. I would not be chased off by this mutt, even if my pulse was slowing as my brain tried to reason why I was so eager to die. I mean, I had to be willing to die if I was to face a folami when I was not yet full grown. Perhaps it was arrogance--or, more likely, it was the fact that if no one respected me, there was no real meaning, so I was willing to die trying to get the respect I deserved. The man turned more threatening as he continued on and I suddenly realized I recognized this male. He had been in camp when Daiade was dying. The young cubs that had come to love Daiade seemed to hover around him. He was no threat--this man was just another Daiade pretending to be a tough guy.

I threw my head back in a very lion-like laugh. "I do know your kind, mutt. Folami are dangerous. You, sir, are no Folami. Your one of those Vea Apxn kittenhuggers. Abeni used that term a few times--kittenhuggers. A disgraceful thing to be, she said. I only realized what it was when Daiade came around." My whole body was at ease now. I was not afraid of this man--if Abeni spat on kittenhuggers, than I could handle one with two paws tied behind my back. I moved forward until I was only a whisker from this man, getting onto my tiptoes and stretching my kneck to get my face as level to his as was possible. "I am not afraid of a kittenhugger."

OOC//: Powerplaying and godmodding allowed.

[I L Y I C H]

Remember all the ways you fixed me?
How will you fix me now?

Face still as stone I watched the child laugh and bemoan. Watched as he made his thoughts known and opinions obvious. Stupid boy. Did he not see? Did he not observe? So much could be learned through simply watching but alas children are naive. Moronic. So easily corruptible. "Once upon a time there was a pretty little girl and they tore her to and fro till the pieces were lost to the wind." My voice came out like silver emotionless and cold but smooth as a river flowing over glass. "The snake saw them but when he tried to tell them it was wrong they laughed at him and told him he was wrong as well." My head tipped slightly to the side, large auburn ears slowly turning back until they were pinned flat against my skull the only show of emotion on my otherwise blank body. "Now he was a clever lad that snake. He knew how to make them pay for what they had done." A paw landed heavily as I drew it from the ground and smacked it into the mud.

"One by one they vanished. No one could find them. There was nothing left to find." Ice chip eyes grew colder as I watched him laugh. Laughter was a disgusting tool used to torment those bellow you. I could see the old pack around me even as his lips moved with words I payed no heed to. Making fun of me. Making fun of everything I did. Destroying me bit by bit. Word by word. They would pay. Every single one of them. They would regret what they had done and would beg my forgiveness but I would not give it. They had never given me it. "Through the years and the rivers he swam. Loin Loin." The French swirled off my tongue corrupted as the inky threat began to sink into my tone and into my eyes. "And even with the traitors and the liars dead they still laughed at him. The poor snake only hoping to provide justice." Fangs peeped out from bellow my lip line the vicious tint to them obvious in the low light.

"ils ont ri mais ils ne regardent pas"

My jaws moved faster then the snake I had so often named myself after. The length of his jaw was rent to the bone before any other action could be brought to course. one heavy black limb pressed tight to the adolescent lion's chest. "I don't need you to be afraid, petit lion, to enjoy what comes next." And with his blood dripping from my fangs and my nose all but caressing his throat I turned an almost adoring glance towards those green orbs. "fuir"

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[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

What the hell was this fool going on about? A snake and a girl and a group...the group killed the girl, pissing off the snake. I was confused, and I let the question be clear on my face. The tone was dark but the words kept me from being intimidated. Sure the snake made all the killers 'disapear' but I was too confused as to why these words were invading my air space to care that this was a morbid story to be telling. "Damnit, I don't give a rat's ass about a snake." I said it right before some witchcraft came spewing from this dog's mouth--some tongue I could not understand. "Wha--"

Searing pain was suddenly upon me as the viper struck. I could hear my skin tear away from my jaw and the side of my face before I felt it. I was even more confused now as the tears swelled up into my eyes with the agony. I screamed--it was no roar coming from my jaws now. This was a plead for help from my pride, an instinct saying I was too young to take care of this demon on my own. I would die here if I did not shout for help--but the scream made me feel weaker as it entered my ears. It was pathetic sounding, childish. Did he just call me petite? This time I roared. I wiped the blood filtering into my vision feverishly several times before giving up and getting him into my good eye's line of sight. "I am not a worthless child, you bastard. I am as strong as any king." In a need to prove myself, and an incredible leap of faith, I lunged for the man.

However, I had never gotten battle training, so I went for the obvious kill, the throat, without any sort of move to make it vulnerable.

[I L Y I C H]

Remember all the ways you fixed me?
How will you fix me now?

Head cocked I settled silently into place. Ears brushed forward so wholly nonthreatening as to be paradoxical. Ironically. "Worthlessness and smallness are not the same, petit lion" I brushed aside the attack slipping above. Away. Willowy in all my ways I ducked off to the left neither meeting nor reprimanding the motion. Children. Greedy selfish childish children. "Worthlessness comes from within not without." One massive paw slid out aiming to trip the lad should he come within touching distance of me. "And you? You are worthless." It was true. Courage was weak within him. Nobility meek behind the anger. "There is no king here." My face twitched nose tipping downward to stare at the creature.

Not even powerful. It would never be the animal it wanted to be. It would grow in it's anger. In it's jealousy. Grow and turn cold and violent. Like me. Stupid cat. Stupid man. Stupid creature. Everything went this way. Went my way. So why not stop it before it began? Destroy the seed and the poison would never sprout. Lips withered back away from fangs designed for the singular purpose of destroying the lesser being before me. Scream boy. Scream like the child you are and know what that means one last time. I took my stand face devoid of emotion. Simply observing as my body reacted in turn. "They will come to save you, but it will be too late." Another step winding past his body waiting. Egging him on. Pounce on the threat kitty cat.

"What have you done?"

Cruelty began to spill as my agitation rose. "You have called those who would protect you to die as well. And when they fall? They will know it to be you fault." I was done with waiting. Done with patience. The viper struck and like a train I crashed into him using weight and closeness to my advantage. Jaws like bear traps aimed to clamp down on his throat. Take it slow. Suffocation. Wait for the others. They wouldn't be so fond of folami after that. Wouldn't be so quick to trust those on their lands. It would save them. Stupid children. All of them. Suffocate then break the ribs. Break open the chest. Maybe not wait until dead. Just enough to not struggle. One at a time. Rip the heart out and leave.
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[Bhu ♥ Irwin]

I could barely hear a word this man said, the accented 'petite' being all I noticed. When he insulted me further, however, my lip rose and any hint at screams came to a silence. I could feel my nails knead the earth as the fury rose higher, blood rushing my cheeks and eyes narrowing to mere slits. I felt the throne stolen from beneath me once again. As a child I had gotten lost in my brother's shadow. Then I had been the stranger in Akando, too foreign to trust with any sort of power. It had all been painful for me, building hate within my heart for never being allowed a chance.

And now this man judged me based on what? The fact that I called for backup? I am a child and he is a folami. At least I could know a pathetic cub-killer when I saw one.

What hit me harder, though, is his saying they would come to protect me and die in the process. I realized then that, though they may come, I had no one who would die for me. I had done nothing in my life to earn that sort of love. Ackecheta and his woman would run to my calls, not knowing who it was that was shouting. They would see me and step back. Ackecheta may throw in a single swipe, but then judge the battle as lost and flee, having more important beings to protect. He was just a day away from pushing me out the door, anyway, so what did he care? I had no parents here. My parents were a long way away. They would have protected me. They had loved me.

But they thought I was weak. I would rather go through life unloved, than misjudged.

Perhaps I wasn't weak, but I proved myself to be stupid. This dog, in all my thoughts, had not stopped and waited patiently for me to quit my mental banter. He had acted like any warrior and continued his mission. And now his teeth were only inches from my throat. I could not describe the pain that was suddenly coursing through me. I could feel the cracking of my throat, the shattering in on itself. I suddenly felt like I was drowning in a sea of glass. I could say nothing to this dog, just fall to instincts. If I had thought for a moment, I would have given up there. My throat was shattered and I was choking on bone rather than air. There would be no pulling through this, even if I managed to cut out his jugular. Yet, still I flailed as I hung from this man's jaws. My claws were out and my mouth apart in a feverish attempt to both roar for help and inhale sweet oxygen. Neither occurred. It was a silent moment as I felt my life falling away. Even the pain fled, the lack of oxygen running to my brain shutting down everything from nervous system to organs.

A roar sounded. A white mass formed in the foggy confines of my vision. Then it was gone as the final shudder coursed through my form. Body limp, I let go. I could not fight this. I was to die by another's anger, just as I had lived in my own.

OOC//: I am too lazy to play out Cheta. He will just stand there and stare for a second, then quietly (in the too soft angry father voice) say "Get off my land. And you tell your motherfucking pack that if I ever see one of you on my territory again, my lions are on order to kill on sight. Our treaty is now moot." yadda yadda, stare some more with narrow eyes and stern lips owo