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Blood, Hate, and Freedom (Faded Beauty x Velvet)
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Name
Adaza di Pavia Age Unknown Race Lycan Detailed Appearance Human form: XXX Adaza's hair is a ravenous black in color and a few inches long. It is unevenly layered since he only had dull dagger to cut it over the centuries in a lightless cavern. Above both his wrist are two ancient spells burnt into his flesh, they're his shackles that keep him trapped in his prison. He has multiple long scars on his upper body, mostly on his back and neck from ancient times before he turned. Around the spells on his wrist is horrible scarred from where he tried to remove them with his teeth. They however remained untouched no matter how hard he tried. Wolf form: XXX When Adaza is in his wolf form, he is pure black in color and rather large for a wolf. He has two piercing, glowing red eyes. He is stronger, faster and more violent than normal wolves in this form. The scars on his back can be seen more clearly in this form. History At a young age Adaza was orphaned, his parents violently murdered in front of him. He grew up on the streets, fighting for any food he could get. Due to lack of food and cold, he grew ill over the years. One night as he slept in his tiny wooden crate near a local barn a clan of Lycans invaded the small village. Seriously injured, Adaza gasped for his last breath; however it never came. The leader of the Lycans took pity on the small human boy, turning him. Pludged into a life of violence, he grew into a vicious killer over the years. The clan that raised him didn't care who or what they slaughtered, he soon adopted the same way of thinking. Village after village he slaughter with his clanmates, flooding the land in all kinds of blood. When the world war against races began, he quickly rose in the ranks of his clan. However after centuries, his leader grew tired of the war and bloodshed. Old and frail now, the leader of his clan went to make peace with the other Lycan clans. It went against all he had taught him, irritated with the old lycan. Adaza killed him and all that stood for peace. He slaughtered his entire clan out of pure hatred for their once leader. He soon gained allies just was violent and corrupted as him, forming the Warlords history would soon strike out. As more years past, Adaza and the other Warlords had nearly brought the world and all life near extinction. The Eldest of the remaining races had made many deals with several of the Warlords to bring Adaza's cruelty to an end. A trap was laid for him. His betraying allies held him down as the Elders burned ancient symbols into his flesh and locked him away in a dark, forgotten cavern under their sacred temple. Pooling their powers, they cursed him with immortality, darkness and loneliness for all eternity. Present The long centuries in the dark cavern had slowly driven him insane. Today he still resides in the darkness, hope of ever being freed; long gone. |
The night was quickly growing darker as clouds rolled across the sky. Not a trace of light was able to penetrate through the thick curtain of clouds. The air was still, the shadows silent and it allowed the fear to slither up the wolf shifter's spine as she darted through the dark woods. She was is her wolf form and able to move quicker, more silent, through the fallen leaves and shrubs. Her muscles carrying her swiftly through the labyrinth of ancient trees and her paws landing silently along the ground, but it wasn't enough. No, never enough, not with the hunters. Not human hunters, but other wolves. Their noises able to track her scent with ease. She could hear them, following not far behind her. The she wolf could feel herself growing tired from days without any food or water. |
Like every day and every night, the moments were surrounded in darkness. Was it day? Perhaps it was night. He did not know whether the sun or moon was cascading down on the world outside. Did he even care? The ancient lycan had given up on ever seeing either of them again. Small screeching could be heard from the young bat he had caught. His red eyes traced the bat as it bit at him trying to escape his grasp. Tracing it with a jagged claw, the human-like man slowly cut into it. It's cried of agony were music to his ears. An eerie smile came to his pale face before he bit into the rodent. The taste was bitter, disgusting. How he missed sinking his teeth into a screaming victim. The taste of human or any mythical being, the fear in their final moments enhancing the flavor. Now he was stuck with worthless rodents til the end of time.
The ancient lycan's head twitched to the right. The pressure in the air had suddenly shifted as a rumble echoed in the distance. His crazed laugh echoed throughout the cavern. The door to his prison had opened. He could feel the magic in the burnt in shackles fading. A small thump sounded out. He had dropped the small, half eaten corpse. Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath, the former warlord could smell others of his kind. His mouth watered at the memory of a fresh Lycan meal. His eerie smile slowly came acrossed his face. His eyes opened as he exhaled slowly. He seemed to have been freed. How interesting. (It's fine, I understand. My one year old is going crazy today, so you have a small post. Sorry.) |
An eerie feeling began to climb its way into her stomach. Something dangerous, something monsterous was near. It was a much different feeling than the ones she felt from the other lycan that were chasing her. No, this was much, much more intense. The hairs on the back of her neck stood and she felt herself shivering, but why? What evil lay before her in this hidden chamber? She had no other choice, however, but to move on and hope for another exit. Her body was beginning to quiver as she grew more and more tired. Her legs ached, her muscle burned from running for hours upon hours straight, but she must carry on. |
The ancient lycan tilted his head back listening to the sounds of his visitors. Closer they drew. The smile never left his face as a sweet scent that was surrounded by musty odors filled his senses. It had been a very long time since he smelt a woman. The sweet scent of the woman was mixed with one he missed most of all, fear. He could feel her eyes on him the stronger the scent grew. Slowly his smile grew, flashing his blood covered canines. "I can smell your fear, how arousing." His words were darkly spoken, humor lingering at the thought of her being afraid.
His head turned towards the male lycans, how dare they ruin their little moment. Granted her blood smelled so enchanting to him. A low chuckled flowed from his throat. He was unsure of the time that passed in his imprisonment but fear was still so easily brought. The ancient lycan tilted his head slightly, popping it as the chuckle faded into a dark growl. Calmy he began walking towards the males. He would return later for the woman. With great speed the ancient lycan caught one of the males by the throat. His red eyes gleamed darkly before his teeth sunk into the lycan's collar. The snapping of his collar bone could be heard echoing in the cavern. The male whimpered as the ancient lycan pulled away. A large piece of his fleshed was missing from where he was bitten. With a thud the dying lycan fell onto the sharply jagged floor. Fear was swirling around his senses. How he missed the copper taste he had just engorged himself on. The ancient lycan looked at a charging male. His fallen comrade gurgling in his own blood, gasping for air. The male was instantly stopped in his tracks. A great pressure was lurking within his chest. His face was only a few inches away from the ancient lycan's. He could smell his own blood dripping to the floor. Violently the pressure was ripped from his chest. A sinister laughed filled the cavern. Slowly the ancient lycan licked the blood on his fingers from the hand that just went through the male's chest. He had eight more to play with. What a fun welcoming party. |
As the female watched the violent scene before her play out, she could not force herself to feel any pity for the lives that were being taken. A sickening thought began to swirl in her mind as she watched the monstrous man destroying the other lycans. She couldn't just sit here and let him kill them all, she deserved this. She had every right to these kills as well. These men tortured her, starved her, and stole her dignity. As if she hadn't already lost enough in the past. Blood, so much blood. It brought back memories of the night she lost everything. |
The ancient lycan's eyes glowed in the darkness. Blood covering his chin, chest and hand. A playful smirk came to his face. Here the female lycan had passed him, killing a fleeing snack. How he would have fun with her later. Slowly he walked to a fleeing lycan, he had fallen from the stairs as he tried to flee. Crawling away from the ancient lycan, it was to no use. Fingers entered the lycan's mouth with a violent jerk his head ripped in two. The top of the head was then thrown into the back of another fleeing lycan forcing him to slam into a bed of pointed crystals. The whimpers from the lycan filled the air. Music to his ears. He would leave this one to his agony, a slow death was highly amusing in his view.
A simple slash landed on a charging lycan. The males blood spattered on the jagged rocks, his lifeless body fell to the ground. Bones cracking danced through the whimpers of agony. One of the fighting lycans managed to get a hit on the ancient lycan. The bones cracking was from centuries of never transforming. Yelps rung out from the male lycan. A black wolf with piercing red eyes and spells engraved above it's paw began to shred the male into pieces. A hungry growl echoed deep from the wolf that blended into the shadows. Nails clicked against the rocks as the black wolf slowly removed himself from the mauled corpse. Now there was three. |
Wondering if she should escape, the female lycan stared at the stairs. She growled, her yellow-green wolf eyes going from the stairs to the obviously very powerful large, black wolf. She was the daughter of an Alpha mother and father, who were the offspring of a long line of alphas before them. She was powerful, she excelled in hunting, in taking down prey, or atleast she would be if her body wasn't so exhausted. She might have been able to kill one of the enemy lycans, sure, but could she even harm the monstrous one? What had she accidentally freed and let out of this now obvious prison? |
Another set of yelps fill the air in the cavern. The ancient lycan sunk his teeth once more into the male lycan's throat. Blood flowed from his mouth as he ate bits and pieces from one of the few remaining lycans. The coppery taste hit a carving he had been wanting to fill for a very long time. Slowly the lycan turned back to human form. Licking the blood on his hands and lips. All the scents of blood, fear and death had brought back so many found memories. He missed the feeling of another's organs and bones under his claws and teeth. The ancient lycan rubbed his hands together, although the blood wasn't as bright as it was in the sun. It was still a welcomed sight.
The female's yelps had brought his attention back to the remaining two lycans. His sinister laugh echoed out once more. Although it would be amusing to watch the female die. The ancient lycan wouldn't want his fun to be cut too short. One of the male lycans felt a sharp pain through its body as claws dug at it's spine. A gasped was all that it could manage before being ripped in half. He whimpered as he tried to crawl away only to die after a few inches later. The ancient lycan just knelt near the last remaining lycan. His blood covered canines glowed in the crystals light as he smiled playfully. When the lycan snapped at him. The ancient lycan caught his lower jaw. He pulled him off the woman. A loud snapping sound followed shortly by another yelp could be heard in the shadows. A large spatter covered the ground and part of the woman. Crunching noises could be heard from the shadows as the human form ate part of the corpse of the last male lycan. |
Though wounded once more, the female wolf hesitated for only a moment before hauling tail up the stairs. Had the black lycan saved her, or was he merely toying with her? She didn't want to think, she didn't want no part of the evil she had unleashed, but her strength was failing fast and her leaps up the steps on all fours was becoming a slower and slower pace. Being drenched in blood, there was no way to hide. Her scent alone would be too easy to trace. She could still hear the crunching of bones as she reached the top, but her body was tired, aching, and her own blood was still mixing in with the other's blood. |
The sounds slowly came to a stop. Once more the ancient lycan cracked his neck with a simple tilt of his head. The mixture of blood from the lycans he had just ate slightly quench his longing thirst. He could hear the female as she ran up the stairs. The playful smirk crept onto his face. Slowly the ancient lycan walked up the crumbling stairs. A set of his jagged claws scraped the wall as he ascended. The ancient warning from the Elder's engraved into the walls were faded over the years. Long gashes and blood were left trailing his claws.
Upon reaching the top of the stairs. The lycan took a deep breath. Filling his lungs with the air that drifted through the broken temple. His eyes closed, finally he was truly free. He exhaled before turning to the weakened female. Her scent was all over the wall and crystal that had held him in his dark prison. His eyes traveled up her body. It had been a very long time since he saw a woman of her beauty. The ancient lycan pressed her against the wall with his body. One of his hands he placed on the wall near her head. The other traveled down her cheek, her shoulder and arm. "If not for you, I would not have my freedom." His voice was dark and venomous. "Tell me, woman. What year is this?" His eyes tracing her body were his hand just traveled. |
The female lycan struggled to get back up when she heard the other coming up the stairs. Perhaps he would just leave without taking notice of her? She could only hope, but as soon as those red eyes appeared, all hope was lost for they were on her. |
The lycan chuckled lightly as she shivered under his touch. "1587..." He repeated. Had it really gone into a new era since he had been imprisoned? The ancient lycan himself didn't know how long he truly been hidden away. His eyes shifted back to her from his thoughts. Even under all the blood he could smell her fear, lingering like the shadows in the distance. Small pieces of her clothing moved as his hand continued to roam her body. As tempting as it was. The lycan had far more important things to do than fulfill his carnal urges.
Slowly his eyes traveled up her body once more. His smirk making his way across his partly bloody face. "Fortunate for you I have business elsewhere or we would have a bit of fun." The lycan leaned near the female's face. His eyes tracing her lips. She had stop trembling beneath him. Yet the scent of her fear still intoxicated him. "However, I will need a guide in this new world." His red eyes gleamed with evil in the shallow light of the temple. The lycan's hand on the wall move to the side of the woman's head. Lowering his head, the ancient lycan bit into her bare shoulder. Her blood was sweet and just was intoxicating as her scent. A few seconds passed. Slowly he released her shoulder, licking the blood of her shoulder and up her neck. He had marked her with a sign of slavery. |
The lycan female gritted her teeth, which had began to sharpen into canines as the male did as he pleased. Though the fear was still there, she could feel anger rising, but she quickly swallowed the emotion. Her pale green eyes found the glaring red eyes as they were examining her. A growl had rumbled up her throat, but what could she do in her current state? She could smell the blood and death that covered both their bodies and it made her dizzy. |
The lycan just laughed at her new found courage. He had heard her growl while his hand roamed her body but found it amusing. He looked into her green eyes. "Oh?" He was intrigued by her. She was in no state to put up even a small fight, yet she spoke back. "There are things worse than death, I can assure you." The lycan's voice was sinister as he spoke those words. He knew all too well. He just been released from one.
The ancient lycan just laughed once more. "You alphas are such proud creatures." He could taste the pure blood in her. They were his favorite to kill. The lycan loved breaking them before ripping them into pieces. Well before his imprisonment. It didn't matter what race they were, they all thought the same. Superiority. It was clear that she didn't realize who he was. Would she tremble once more if she knew? Would she run in fear? Oh how he hoped so. He walked backwards from her, releasing her from his body. The ancient lycan held out his arms as to show her the temple behind him. "Look around you, woman. This is the temple of the Elder's." The lycan let his arms fall to his side. "The prison of Adaza di Pavia." Even when he was roaming the world many centuries ago. He was the legend of death and destruction. He was the monster in childhood tales to make children behave. |
She knew all too well there were worse things than death. Worse things than torture, than starvation. Worse things than even having one's own virtue stolen. She had survived through it all. She survived without a pack, without a clan, without a family on her own in this world full of death. She wasn't about to let this monster scare her anymore. |
The ancient lycan chuckled as realization struck the woman. It seemed that even imprisoned for as long as he was, his name was still feared. "Monster?" He repeated in a whisper. It had been a long time since he was called that. A dark laugh erupted from him. Oh they didn't know a monster, not yet. Centuries of pent of aggression was bursting inside of him. He knew just who would it would be unleased on. The ones that imprisoned him. Their blood would be spilled, no descents would survive his wrath.
The one known as Adaza smiled darkly at the woman. "Legends never fully tell the true story. Every retelling morphs the truth." He chuckled at his own words. He himself nearly brought the world to extinction the only thing that stopped him was betrayal. The warlords that were imprisoned just as he was would suffer the same fate as those that betrayed him. "Tell me slave, what does your stories betray me as." He was curious. Would his name be slandered with the false stories of his evil deeds. Would they be somewhat accurate? Either way the woman was now bound as his slave, she would soon find out how true deep his evilness ran. |
The female lycan struggled to take a step, "Yes, monster." She used that word again, her heart racing. "The stories go on and on about the destruction you reaped upon this world. How you killed so many innocent. How your evil was like a disease that paralyzed people with fear." She took a deep breath, struggling to stay awake, "You were a plague that sweeped across this planet. And here you are again.. But, what do I care?" She winced, the bite Adaza had given was stinging still. |
The ancient lycan hissed at her words. Though the stories were accurate. However the words saviors had struck something in him. A venomous growl escaped his throat. With great speed he had slammed his fist into the wall behind her. Cracking around his hand. His eyes glowed darkly as once again he pinned her with his body. "Saviors!" He growl harshly to the female. "Your so called saviors feasted on innocents just as I did. Only reason they betrayed me was to save them themselves." The ancient lycan hissed darkly at the woman. He smirked before laughing darkly. "What good it has done them when I eat their descents and wipe their treacherous blood from this world." He pushed off the wall letting it crumble to the floor.
He did not care for her name. She was a slave. A simple toy he would dispose of once her usefulness had worn off. The lycan just turned to the covered entrance. His claws itched for more blood. They were hailed as heroes for their betrayal. The venomous growl escaped his throat once more. The ancient lycan closed his fist tighter, drawing his own blood. His canines larger than normal as he gritted his teeth. Oh how he would make them suffer. Their agony would never be like the one he had known. No, it would be shifter but just as painful. He would make sure of it. |
Her eyes watched Adaza carefully. The ancient lycan seem even more dangerous now if that was possible. "I never claimed them to be my saviors." Her voice was low, "But the stories of you were true. You didn't deny that." She took a couple of steps, each one taking her closer to the exit. How she longed to leave this cavern and breathe in fresh air. Air that did not hold the constant scent of death, but for how long would that last? "The world has long since changed." |
True? Oh the stories were true, every word. He was a monster. He slaughtered countless of people of all races. The ancient lycan had feasted on many races. He could remember every race's taste like it was yesterday. Well all but the lycans, he just had some. How the pure breeds were more potent in flavor. He chuckled lightly at her words. "For once the legends are true." Without warning, Adaza hit himself in his head. "Quiet!" He hissed venomously to the voices within his head.
His piercing red eyes fell on Vera once again. He didn't need to leave the temple to know the world had changed. Why did she think he enslaved her for, cookies? "Lead me to the nearest spring slave." He ordered her darkly. "Then to the nearest village." He dared her to fight his orders. It had been a long time since he tortured someone. He needed the practice to rid of the rust on that skill. The lycan just cut the vines with a simple slash but leaving the temple. The lycan came to a stop as he saw the moon. The breeze was so fresh it sickened him. His pale slightly blood covered skin glowed in the light. He closed his eyes as he basked in the moonlight. He missed it more than he cared to admit. |
Vera watched him closely, her eyes narrowed when she witnessed the male lycan hit himself. Great, just great. Not only is my new master evil and powerful, but also insane.. The words bubbled with hate in her mind, but she shook them away and stepped out into the moonlight. The clouds had parted some, but dark patches of them still hung here and there. She inhaled deeply and leaned against a mossy trunk for a moment of rest, "We are miles from the nearest village and if..." She cut herself off. Being a smartass. "I can smell a creek nearby. Less than half a mile in that direction." She pointed to the east. Seriously, he couldn't smell the water from here? |
Whispering echoed within his head. "I said quiet!" He hissed to the voices once more. They were very talkative tonight. The lycan muttered to himself before growling darkly. Instantly the voices stopped. He just turned to face her. He dared her to finished her sentence. It was obvious she wanted to say something sarcastic. He could smell the water in the air. He just wanted to see if she would listen like a good little slave or put up a fight. He chuckled lightly. Seems like she had accepted her role already. How sad for a alpha bred lycan.
Adaza just shifted into his wolf form. The spells on his wrist looked the same, only difference was they now glowed red in the dim light. The black wolf sniffed the air. The fresh air filled his lungs. It tickled from the normal muggy air he had grown accustomed too. Slowly he turned to run after his new slave. Faster he ran, it has such a long time since he could run at full speed. It didn't take him long to pass the female wolf. He was enjoying stretching his legs. Oh how he missed his freedom. |
The female lycan watched as Adaza passed her and barked out of anger. An alpha is never passed, but then she remembered, she was no longer an alpha of her own. She was now that monster's slave. Hate began to fill her thoughts. She would have to get her revenge one way or another. |
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