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 Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 1:33 pm
What like peace? Peace from the expectations. Peace from the voices in his head. From the gnawing in his belly and the fire in his blood every time he thought of his father.?
Who wouldn’t want that?
It had all become too much for ZapathasuraZ it enraged him and he struggled against what held him there. Letting out a scream as he thrashed and strained for freedom. He just needed to breath.
As the scent filled the air it only made mattte worse. He could feel his fangs slipping from beneath his lip as he tried to tear his arm away and free it. The beast deep inside coming to the surface. What did The Dark Mother care? He had no ties to ********. OFF!!” He screamed at her. No, no, no. He was frantic, frenzy in his eyes as he tries to bite and claw at his prison.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 2:12 pm
The Dark Mother was finished. She lifted a hand and fanned her claws, the shadows lurched, shifting the thrashing beast towards her so he now lay with his belly suspended above the ground at an angle, head pointed towards her but high enough that he could still see her. The light in her eyes flickered like smoldering embers. "You're the only one who can save yourself from your own hell, childe." With those words she swiftly pressed a claw into his forehead, deep enough to draw blood. It didn't really hurt. Not now. As she turned to walk away she flicked her claw at the ground, tiny droplets hitting the dust with a sizzle. Then she was gone. Swallowed by the darkness.
The long limbs dropped him to the ground. Vanishing into the cracks of the rocks like slithering eels. It was quiet. Still. Empty. He was alone. A soft throbbing began from the center of his forehead, hardly noticeable for someone in a state of near frenzy. Until the pain began to grow. It was like claws were reaching into his skull. Pulling his head apart by every seam. A ringing. High pitched. Agonizing. So loud it attacked every nerve ending. The blood screamed in his veins, hot like fire, like he was burning alive from the inside out. The voices followed soon after. But he could hear these clearly. They were his mothers.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 2:23 pm
He be moment she was there, pressing her claw into his forehead. It was lucky he had been detained overdue he would have lurched forward and not herZ he might not of had his claws but he still had his teeth. In the same vein he still snapped them at her, like ok’ing to sink his fangs into her soft fleshZ
But then she wa gone and he hit the ground with a hard thud. His chest rattling with a growl.
And then the pain defended on him like hungry wolves to a feast. Every muscle, sinew and nerve was on fire as the pain ripped through his mind. He bucked and thrashed against the floor while letting a scream of immense pain be the only sound in the darkness. They were screams of agony and perhaps just a little fear. He had no idea what was going on. What was happening to him? It felt like fire was burning through his very essence. Swallowing it while and sniffing it out like smoldering coals.
The voices began and he instantly recognizes who it was. “Mother! Help me! He lease!” He cried out. But knew deep down that there was no saving from this. Lilith had said it herselfZ only he could save himself and right now that was a sinking boat.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 2:36 pm
The voices grew in volume and it became clear she wasn't speaking to him here, now. But it in the past. Everything she'd ever told him was set clearly in his mind. Then a second voice. Dracian. As it rose in volume it too was the same. Every word he'd ever spoken to his son. Clear. When the two began to war against one another in the chamber that's when the images joined them. Memories. But not only the ones he remembered.
It was all the memories of his broken beast as well. Everything he couldn't remember when he had been overtaken by his madness. Sewing together a timeline of his life, filling in the gaps. But for every memory the Beast gave over unwillingly his agony grew. And there were many. His bones felt like they were fracturing. His chest tightened, ribcage squeezing him. His own body, the rabid beast inside, was attacking him. His flesh rolled, his fur began to smell of deep earth, blood, and smoke. And then it would attack his vision. Leaving him unable to use his Vampiric sight in the darkness.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 3:01 pm
It Lilith wanted him to suffer well…
Zapathasura was suffering the word pain and agony that he had ever felt in his entire lifetime. Memories snapping into place and filling the hole. The bunny, his half brother. All of it.
The poison that his mother dropped into his ear and the few harsh words of his father. It all dragged him down, down deep and then suddenly Zapathasura found himself wrapped in darkness. Curled up. Tired and aching. He just wanted to sleep. To no…
Exist.
On the outside the beast had taken hold. His body was not it’s own anymore as it thrashed and roiled against the pain. His fur standing on end as all the muscles beneath his skin jerked away and held tight as the beast bared it’s fangs. They seemed to had grown longer and sharper. Claws flexing and stretching to claw marks into the floor as he flopped around. His tails lashing wildly as another scream escaped his throat. This one seemed to be more of a victorious one. Triumph of finally taking hold.
The Beasr was in control now and it had no intention of letting go of it’s freedom.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 3:30 pm
The blood, sizzling on the ground where Lilith had sent it, began to bubble and expand. It snapped, smoked, writhed and.. grew. As Zapathasura's body was consumed by the Fractured Beast, and he faded into it, the blood on the ground grew. A shoulder blade jutted up from the puddle, followed by a skeletal spine and neck, then a skull. It grinned at the Fractured Beast, fleshless and empty, while it dragged itself from the blood. Talons scraped the ground, driving deep rivulets into the stone floor like a hot knife through butter. It's body smoked, stinking of brimstone and copper.
The jaw snapped at the air in agony, like an injured animal, as it began to grow organs, muscles and flesh. Layers began wrapping it into a solid, strong, form. Then the fur. It sprouted slowly at first before the pelt soon enveloped the body entirely, the color shockingly familiar. The creature shook it's head and the body followed, blood soaring from its fur like water from a wet dog. When it opened its eyes they were Zaps eyes. But they were calm. Whole. There was no good versus evil here. One Beast was whole. One fractured. The clever gaze of the new beast leveled on the Fractured Beast intelligently, as if analyzing what it was up against. It exhaled its challenge, twin tails alert behind it, foxlike ears perked. It's goal to rip the belly of the fractured beast open and devour Zapathasura piece by piece. Removing him from the sickness that had finally devoured him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2022 3:43 pm
Zapathasura writhed more. Flipping over onto his belly. The stench of the new presence wafting into his nose. He hated the smell. Loathed it. Committed it to memory so that it may remember for the future.
His own claws dug into the floor, not cutting quite as deep at the new Beast’s but enough to leave a trailing mark. His fangs bared and a wild look in his eyes as he stared. Fury and anger and hatred rolled off of his pelt like smoke. Flames burning beneath his skin.
The sick Beast kept for the new one. Claws extended and teeth bared ready to rip it’s throat out. To tear it’s claws through it’s pelt and taste it’s blood in his mouth. He was out for blood no matter where he could get it from.
The darkness consumed him and kept the part of him that was holding him back quietly tucked away where it would do no harm. No one would ever reach him. Zapathasura existed no more. Now there was only the need to kill. To destroy and tear this new presence down to its very core and sniff out whatever had created it. Stomp it beneath the heel of his foot and grind it into dust for good measure.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 10:30 pm
The newly birthed beast's eyes never left the sick creature. Talons flexing, muscles tensing, waiting as the other's gaze finally locked on and his challenge was met with zealous bloodlust. Lips parted slowly to reveal row upon row of razor-sharp fangs, the canines lengthening as it smiled viciously. It had no intention of letting this broken monster continue living, insulted at the sight of it. He wanted the vulnerable soul inside. He wanted it for himself. Hungering. He would have it. Watching as the sick beast made its move, the new beast crouched low, springing to the right and out of the first wave of attack. It began to circle, growling low in its throat. The sound was horrifying.
The voices began again, Cryso, Dracian, but new voices chimed in. All those who shared his blood. His siblings, his children, nieces, nephews, and family he'd never met. But beneath it came that song again. The old song. The one that vibrated the blood, haunting. The voice was soft at first, lonely and lost, echoing off the cave walls. Steadily it grew in strength and the song changed to one of power. As it sang the new beast began to circle faster, eyes never leaving the other, twin tails sweeping low. The thick hackles along its spine raised, as its ears alerted. The music didn't seem to bother it but instead fed its strength. It snapped at the sick beast, taunting it, daring it to strike again.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 10:55 pm
The viciousness of the other beast did nothing to deter Zapathasura. All abandon had been thrown to the way side and he lunged at the new beast again and again. Claws trying to take through it and slice it open. How he would relish and slicing its belly open. The blood that would drench his fur. Muscle and tissue between his claws.
He would devour it piece by piece. Limb by limb. He would gouge out it’s eyes and enjoy how they squished between his teeth.
Reaching out he grabbed for one of the tails while his own continued to lash behind him. If he could grab it, get it to stand still for only a moment he was super he could kill it. Just clamp his teeth at it’s throat and feel the bones break as he bit down. Crushing the wind pipe
Zapathasura would relish is watching the life go from it’s eyes.
The song infuriated him. Made his skin crawl no matter how it ebbed and flowed. The voices maddening. Some were familiar others weren’t. Who were they?
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 11:32 pm
The Whole Beast moved quickly, weaving out of the way, it's steps quick and agile. Every miss made the grin wider, it's eyes alight with a hellish flame. As the Broken Beast went for his tails he snapped them at his face and picked up speed, moving to circle around his adversary. The song had calmed, leaving a deep, primal beat echoing through the chamber. The voices faded to whispers and the Whole One gazed coldly at the Sickness.
"Weak. Has all you ever wanted been to die? If that is truly what you want then curl up and die." The voice was a hiss and a growl, woven around his own voice. "You could have turned away from this place. Or let the cold take you. You could have accepted final death so many times. And now here you wallow when rebirth awaits, bound by lies and buried deep within the sickness that smothers your power and robs you of your potential." It began to growl, a sound birthed of nightmares, as if it's hatred grew by the moment. Yet that clarity and focus remained steadfast. As if calculating every moment.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 11:42 pm
He lashed out more. Claws swiping at the air as teeth gnashed at places where the new beast has been. It kept moving and moving and talking. The talking. He hated it. Loathed it with every fiber of his being.
The more it talked the more he raged.
Zapathasura was tired of talking. Tired of his mother’s talking, tired of Ravnos’s talking, tired of his sibling’s talking. Tired of all the ******** people in the world talking. He wanted to burn it all to the ground. To walk among a world of ash and dirt.
Swiping out at the beast again he went for it’s let’s this time. It couldn’t move without it’s legs. Rebirth? ******** rebirth. “I don’t want it!!!” He growled between clenched teeth. Pink eyes had turned black now as his pupils dilated. His vision had grown only slightly blurry but it wasn’t effected enough to stop him. He would sniff it out if he had to.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2022 11:56 pm
There was no reason left in his foe. There was no reaching the soul within so long as it was buried. He would take it by force, as he intended to do even if reason had been possible. Lowering his head as the other beast screamed he snapped his jaws with a resounding *click*. "Of course you don't. Because you're worthless. But I do. I want it. Give me what's mine."
The Whole Beast rushed at the other head on as it came for his legs. Maw opening to reveal those rows of vicious looking fangs that lined not only the normal portion of the mouth but was then followed by several sets all the way down the throat. It went for the face, ready to blind him or deeply injured him to the point where he would struggle to fight back. Those black eyes that stared back at him only made his rage grow. Paws outstretched, the talons that jutted from them ready to wrap into the flesh of his neck, to tear his pelt apart.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2022 12:04 am
As the beast came for him, he too came for it.
Lowering his own head as he rushed forward. Claws outstretched and teeth bared in a horrible snarl. The new beast made on fatal flaw though. It thought it knew him. And in that regard he might have known about him but he did not know him.
Zapathasura did not need claws or teeth to inflict pain and suffering. He did not need his fists. All he needed was a weapon. As the beast drew close on its attack he stabbed himself in the side with his own claws. Fingers digging deep into his body before it found what it was searching for. With a sickening snap Zapathasura ripped out one of his ribs. Just in time for the beast to get in close. He laughed and stabbed at the new beast’s eyes with the bloody bone in his claws.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2022 12:20 am
The Sick One was right. He hadn't anticipated the desperation. He'd only seen the blind rage. As the rib made contact with the eye the Whole One let out an enraged snarl, but he wasn't deterred. Pain was nothing. Getting to what lay in his foes belly was everything. Without it he was lost forever. And he refused to die.
The claws on his right hand now went for the open wound to brutally punch through the new hole in his ribcage in an effort to reach the stomach. The left hand went for his throat, those razor sharp talons able to hook in and shred the flesh with little effort. He turned his head, keeping his throat out of the others reach. He didn't bother to remove the rib, he let it sink in, blood gushing around it as he focused his remaining eye on the black abyss that was the gaze of his nemesis. He hated this creature. He wanted it to die so he could bury it forever.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2022 10:15 pm
He let out a guttural scream of rage, hatred, pain, agression all these things mixed together when the hand found its targret and wormed its way inside. But the hang did not make progress because of the other pushing. Zapathasura had grabbed a hold of the whole beat and was sliding the hand and the arm up inside his belly. A snarl on his lips as he sang fangs deep into the side of it’s face. Sharp teeth tearing at it’s newly formed flesh. Back feet came up to the beast’s belly and sharp back claws dug away clumps of fur and chunks of meat as they churned. His tails lashing wildly as he tasted blood. His own blood. Zapathasura wrenched his teeth back taking what was probably half of the creature’s face with them. The smell of blood hot and heavy as the tang of metal could be tasted on it. He didn’t need to taste the air, there was blood on his tongue. “You will never have what has always been mine. Always should be mine.” Hands shifted to grasp the creature by the throat, heaving it up high so that it’s hand was pulled from his side before he brought it back down to the stone floor with a resounding crack.
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