Remembered Ties (Rape, pain, blood)

(Going to be posting Singer and her brother, in a scene where he rapes her after following her to the packlands. He will be dying when Jace arrives.)



Thanatos growled as he skulked through the cursed snow. He hated his sister as much as he desired her for forcing him on this journey. He had had to leave the pack behind, under the paw of his best friend and Beta, the one wolf he knew he could trust. He was as white pelted as his sister was black, though his eyes were the cool sullen blue of winter skies. He bared his teeth as he caught the scent of a pack, shifting his movements to walk perpendicular to the scent of his beloved sister, she who would be his mate. He caught the words being uttered in the den, though he couldn't gain any coherent understanding. When his sister came out of the den, smelling like smoke he flattened his body down to the snow, trusting in it to hide him from her. She pushed past him, almost in reaching distance - but she needed to be further away. He begins to stalk her slowly, his body undulating as a foul malevolence rose in those blue eyes.

He was almost salivating as he ran his eyes over that muscular frame, a shiver running down his spine slowly. She was delicious, and he had so many plans for her! A litter, maybe two to ensure his blood ruling over the pack for a long time to come - then he'd tear her open and feast on her the way he had their parents that enjoyable night he had made his first move. Even now, when he finally got to take her he would ensure she feel it, that she would be marked as his for the rest of her life. He lapped his lips before deliberately crunching in the snow, raising himself up to his full height, merely two inches more than her, though lacking her royal presence. A sibilant whisper oozed from his lips, trickled through the air like poison and struck her ears. "Now now sis. What did you run for?"

Singer growled as she spun around. How on earth had that flea-bitten mutt that was Thanatos, her brother, caught up to her already? She tensed slowly, her ears flickering as he spoke. She looked cautiously for the den she had been in, but found him between her and it. She was clearly unsure what to do, her eyes shifting from side to side as the golden orbs lost their lustre and life. She drooped her head down, her ears flickering back to splay flat across her head. "Running from you, murderer." Though pleasant, her words held a venom that would have stagggered a lesser wolf, but he wasn't lesser, merely crazy. She shouldn't be baiting him, but she began to back up, trying to circle around.

He merely followed her, pressing close to her body. She was right where he wanted her, too far away from the den to be seen, too close to him. The height from her fire-warmed body made him swoon for a bare second before he snarled and lunged at her, gripping her ear in his teeth. He made her yelp as he crushed the cartilage underneath strong teeth. As soon as she yelped, he shifted his bite to her shoulder, grabbing it to tow her away. Though she fought as much as she could, the teeth wedged in her shoulder didn't falter, neither did the white wolf now speckled with blood - her blood which also drooled from his mouth and splattered the snow.

Once she had been dragged another few hundred feet into the snow covered forest he let go, snarling at her. He didn't even let her get her bearings or straighten up. He rushed her shaky body, and knocked her off her paws, her black frame splitting the slight ice crust on top and he drove another yelp from her muzzle. Those sounds were like music to his ears, making him shudder as his desire rose for her. "Come now sis, don't mess about. Let us create a family of our own, you can have my pups, and I will protect you." His voice was sly, insiduous and almost hypnotic. She rolled onto her paws, and stood, barely able to put pressure on her injured shoulder.

"It's wrong though - just leave me here, please. Any pups of ours would be born looking like Arito and Juria's did, remember the two headed pup with no tail and six legs? Remember how Daddy had to kill every single pup because they were mother and son? The same thing would happen to us!" Her voice was soft, though she was half-way towards just allowing him the use of her body - her mind would slip away and she would be left as nothing but an empty, obedient shell if he did that. Thanatos snarled, and split her nose-pad with a calculated slash of his teeth. If the little bitch wouldn't spread her legs for him, then he'd bleed her enough that she had no choice. Getting literal pleasure from the sight of her blood colouring the snow red, letting the royal fluid slide downwards, the heat melting the ice. Her pained gasp and subsequent flinch made him shudder and utter a low moan of lust.

"Perverted creature, may the Maiden and our Father take you to those who would punish you eternally should you lay a paw upon me again! I swear if you rape me, you will never be able to sleep alone again, I will tear your throat out myself!" A snarl left her even as blood sprayed the snow, and she leapt for him, forgetting just how badly injured her front leg was upon the ground. She stumbled, falling over in the snow just in front of him and he growled in laughter, snapping his jaws around her throat.

As he tightened his jaws, everything began to darken around the edges of her eyes, and it was only the sharp movement of him swinging himself over her body, and a sharp pain shoots through her loins as he impales her. She whimpers, the sound strangled as with every movement in her, he causes as much pain as he was able to. He didn't stop the movements until he tied with her, ensuring that he would impregnate her, filling her with what would possibly be new life.

As soon as she exited the den the sense of it swirled all around her as though the warmth and light formed a barrier it could not penetrate but out here in the dark it was apparent for all who possessed the will and want to see it. The scent of disease and madness rode on the wind. The feel of a blood stained soul; of murders and betrayals, violence and hatred, a barrier that should never be crossed shattered into thousands of broken pieces to lay scattered for the scavengers to feed on. The feeling of blood passed over into a scent of it, thick and still fresh spilt but seconds ago, blood that held the deaths of many an innocent upon its crimson paws. Most overpowering of all was the stench of male lust, unwanted, twisted and fully intended to be forced upon others. Black, silky inkiness began to ooze and flow from the pads of her paws as her body shifted a song and dance that was well rehearsed...

....a soul most foul lingered here and it was hers to torture and claim.

Her now massive head lowered to the ground as she stretched out the jawbone that contained two sets of sabre canines. Her burning, moon yellow eyes held within their gaze a cold blast that came straight from the unholy depth of hell. A body built for war carried her, topping at the 7 foot mark, equipt with claws so long they were each a lethal weapon on their own; 9 inches of hardened bone so strong they could cut through diamond like it was made of butter. Rows of the same hardened bone erupted from her spinal vertebrae three inches from her back, meaning a lethal impalement for anyone unlucky enough to be rolled on or that leaped onto her back. Her shoulders rippled and monstrous, armored, bat-like, crimson-veined black-skinned wings burst forth from the jointing of her forelegs and shoulder and beat at the air with brutal force.

She growled, a low menacing sound that sent the night creatures scurrying to their burrows and homes where they quivered with terror in fear that the demonic creature would pursue them. Then with the brittelity of thin glass, her control snapped and she surged forwards following the scent of blood and the sound of savagery. Her claws leaving huge slices in the snow and down into the earth beneath. It took her naught time to locate the source, she came upon the white male she did not know committing a sin most vile upon her pack-mate, the blood of who was spattered around like an attempt at art.

She charged forwards with a roar; a mass of seething fury, barbaric blood-lust and incandescent yellow eyes.