Life had gone well for the male. Very well in fact. He had been quite content lately, which made for happier cubs. They hadnt been yelled at, and so they felt accomplished. However it wasnt that they had been behaving any differently from before.
No, it was because the male was finally doing what it was he loved. He was getting the women he desired, even if it required taking them, he had cubs that were up to his standards (or at least some of them were!), and he had a female as strong as he,
that would eventually be his mate. Life couldnt have been better, except for the fact that he was painfully bored. He had been keeping himself busy, trying to do the mainstream and hunt, care for cubs, etc, but it wasnt working. He hated it. Now, he was
on the search for anything to make him feel like himself. Usually that meant a pretty female that he could sink his paws into and call it a day.
He had long since passed the grasses, his paws on the sandy turf that came with this territory. He hated sand.. He really did. These lands reminded him of where his mother and father were rumored to be raising yet another litter. How he wished he could get
his teeth into that litter.. He would show them how good a big brother he truly was.
She was playing in the sands today, batting at the rare tall grasses that poked up. She wasn't too far from the river of her pride. Event though she was nearly an adult, Jamila acted like a cub and played by herself. Her siblings were all at the temple, her father, too. Shuffling from side to side she batted at the grass and growled at it, a deep, scratchy sound.
Getting her rump in the air, she wiggled and pounced the grasses, getting a mouth full of it and pulling it up before spatting it out. "Oh, gross!" She coughed a bit and wrinkled her nose. Twisting, her necklace caught the sun and winked, along with her tail ring. The tiny bell chimed gently as she continued her good natured, cub-like play. Until she felt dark waves of something rolling in. Being a seer, she could feel these things. Gasping, she stopped what she was doing and looked about. Jamila's red eyes were frantic as she tried to hide behind the broken grasses she'd destroyed in her play.
He caught her scent easily, like the scent of a scared hare who was cowering in its den, praying the predator didnt decide that it was in the mood for digging.
It made him smile, as that was his favorite smell in the world. Fear. Something that everyone felt at one point in their lives, and he was quite happy that it was
him who caused it to some.
Heavy, large paws broke the golden grasses that did grow from the sand, crushing them under sheer weight. He was larger than his siblings had been, obviously getting the size from fathers side of things. He hated father, but he couldnt deny that some things about him were from his family. He had loved them once. Until mother had been fearful of what he was becoming. She couldnt love a demon, and so he couldnt love her.
The sight of the cowering female made him grin. He wasnt sure if she had noticed him, though he made no moves to conceal his approach. He felt a little thrill go through his heart, and he continued the approach.
Once he was close enough, he cleared his throat, and his suave like voice seemed to just float out from a maw that had torn out way too many lions throats.
"Hello, there."
A voice made her shudder and shrink even more. She saw flashes, visions of blood as someone screamed. Whoever this was, was not friendly, at all. She swallowed thickly and stayed where she was. No, Jamila didn't want to come out of hiding, but it seemed he knew where she was. In her head, she distantly heard screams of terror and pain as they flashed across the other's mind.
Very slowly, she peeked out from the grasses and spotted a male that looked surprisingly like her father. Same markings, different colors. Was he related? That note made her want to come out and ask, but he was violent. She could feel it. "Stay... stay back! There's three big guards here!" A hallow threat. She tried not to let her voice waver as she said it, though, wanting to spook him enough for her to run back to her pride and the safety of her den.
He chuckled, looking her over. She looked familiar. Something about her.. He didnt know what it was, but it made him angry. Deep inside a well of hatred for her built and he wasnt even sure -why-.
He did continue smiling as he shook his head.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Cmon now dear. If I was afraid of guards, I wouldnt ever leave my pride." He mocked, and stalked a bit closer. She was pretty, and he was interested. He would maybe convince her to give herself to him for her life. If she turned him down, maybe he'd take it anyway. He let his tail sway side to side, slowly, knowingly. He had no idea that this girl was a seer, and so he was unaware she could see the blood that painted his soul as if it was its own artistic medium. But his red eyes gleamed as if it was fresh glittering blood, catching the light of the sunshine. Speaking of sun, he hated the day, and was still unsure of why he had come out here in the dead of afternoon. The sun hot, made his pelt seem to hate him. Sometimes being dark outside of the demon lands was just inconvenient.
"I never promised anything of the painful, or mean variety. Why is it you hide away like a frightened mouse?" He asked, though his voice was knowing. He knew it was obvious that his gait wasnt exactly friendly..However he usually was such a charmer.
She wasn't charmed. Jamila was far from charmed. In fact, she scrambled back as he continued stalking toward her. "Because I can hear... hear what you did to those vicitms! You're a murderer and.. you force yourself on girls!" Her tail curled between her legs as she kept backing up, pale red eyes meeting blood red eyes. Her ears were still flat and her fur was all bristled up. She could fight! That was a lie, but he didn't know that. The girl had never learned how to protect herself because she didn't think she'd need it. Swallowing thickly, she licked her muzzle and just watched him.
"Yo...you're evil. It's... it's... I can smell the blood.." It was making her sick to her stomach, the visions of what he had been doing. Between the death and the rape, it made her want to vomit and never go near another male. Especially dark ones like him.
He was getting way to close. So she swipped, probably not hitting him, but her claws were extending in a warning that Jamila would defend herself.
He cocked his head when she told him she saw all the blood, the death and the rape he had been inflicting for years. So she was a seer then. Interesting. He had a son that was a seer, and he constantly was using his visions for his own gain. He grinned, obviously seeing her a fraction more valuable. She would still be his, but she was at least interesting, and not some little whelp like Optheli had been. He had liked Optheli.. Even if she had been weak. Even if she had been white, she had been a trophy. Though in that mindset, all the females had been trophies. Some more than others, but trophies none the less.
"You see all that in that pretty little head, eh?" He asked, watching her back up with a thrill of pleasure running through him. The fear and hatred in her eyes made him smile. He knew those eyes.
He finally knew what it was that he hated about this female. He stared her in her eyes, letting her see all of what he had done, all of what he was. Even him as a cub with his family... Maybe she would see his relation.. Inside he raged that she was might be related. So his family was prospering.. He'd have to put an end to it. He raised his lip, growling.
She saw her father in his visions and gasped. This.... this horrible, evil male was her uncle? Did he know this? She felt the hatred for her family bubble up in him like a boiling pot of water, spilling forth and fueling his killing spree. Now she got the feeling, if she said her dad was his brother, he would kill her unstead of what he was planning to do. Visions of his last rape victim popped up in her head and she gagged, coughing and letting her brows knit together. He was going to steal those cubs. She went stock still and stared at him. He was going to kill her family. Well, not if she could at least kill him first.
Now he was WAY to close. He was going to rape her, and she knew it. She reached out, now that he was in range, with a little leap and aimed for his eye. She felt her claw connect with the tender flesh of his eye and yanked her paw back. That probably wasn't the best course of action, but she was trying to hurt him while creating a diversion so she could run the hell away. She looked at him, the eyeball was popped now, blood was covering her face from where it burst on her face and bile rose in her throat. Instead of running away, Jamila vomited right there, unable to help it. She never thought she'd do anything like that. Normallly the girl would never hurt a fly, much less make someone's eye explode. She couldn't run now. Oh, no, she was too busy feeling sorry for him and knowing what she did was wrong. She was shaking and would be pale, had she not been pale already.
He may have known it was in her, but he didnt expect her to lunge at him. When she did, he snarled, but before he really even reacted her claws were at his face. He tried to close his eyes, but a claw managed to get into the socket before he had managed to close the eye and advert his head. He felt the eye go with a sickening pop, and had he not been trained to withstand pain, he would have likely faltered, and she would have been able to escape. He snarled, his remaining eye angry, and staring directly at her. The pain in his right eye was nauseating, but he did his best to ignore it. He smelled, and tasted, the blood from his eye, and he licked his maw, licking the dripping blood off of his maw. He watched her throw up, even if it was a bit awkwardly. He knew his eye was gone.. That b***h had destroyed it. He hadnt been meaning to really hurt her, merely rape this little female and leave her to think of him every day of her life. To think of the dark, mean things he had forced her to do. No, now her scars would be more physical. Pushing past the throbbing pain in his eye. Even if it wasnt his eye that was throbbing, the socket was ripped to shreds itself.. Now THAT, that was painful. She had scared his pretty face, making it impossible to be the charming sweetheart he could have been. She had ultimately, ruined his lifestyle.
Now he'd ruin hers.
Lunging at her, he felt his claws sink into her shoulder as he swiped at her. He felt the claws sink deep into the flesh, tearing. It gave him a sick pleasure, and instantly he wished that he could have had her first. Wrapping his paws around her neck, he flipped her over onto her side. Looking down at her, he debated ending her life that moment. However, hurting her was more interesting to him.. He waited to gauge her reaction, before he decided to use his teeth.
She cried out, when the claws sank into her flesh and rippes, tearing open her shoulder. Tears streamed, had been streaming since she popped his eye. She tried to swipe out again, but she fell to the ground, and thats when his paws whent around her neck and she was now on her side, looking up at him. She saw the hate and rage and he pain he was in, and it made her want to vomit and cry again. She wished she could rewind time with her powers and prevent her from ever meeting this man.
She gasped, whimpering and swallowed despite how tight his paws were around her throat. "D-don't.... P-please.." She felt the blood drip down from her shoulder, felt the sand getting in it and causing her even more pain. Now she was in a mud puddle made of her blood, his blood and the sands of her pride. The Gods weren't smiling at her. The Gods had abandoned her because she had abandoned them. They were teaching her a lesson. Without thinking about it, her lips moved in the prayer of her pride, asking that her soul be taken up with them.
"Forgive me..." She whispered, knowing he wouldn't.
He had decided that she was going to be who he took his anger out on. If she survived, she would be lucky. He wanted to rip into her if only to cease the voices in his head telling him about what a failure he had become. He didnt believe he was a failure, unless he was around family.. and thats one of the reasons he hated them. Leto was the only brother he had been close to, and even he was a lion that Roth would kill if they ran into each other again.
He raised his claw, slashing it back and forth against her body, as if they were single blades that he used merely to disfigure. He tore into her cheek, ears, back and chest. She was lucky she did her damndest to hide her head, otherwise he would have lased out at that pretty face of hers. Popping both eyes slowly, and a hell of alot more painfully than her little accident.. He heard her words.. Heard her mewling for sympathy. He almost wanted to give it to her, for being brave enough to lunge at him when she had. That would likely be why she survived this ordeal.. She had shown balls, and that was something he wasnt used to from females. No female had ever fought him..
Deciding that he had been ripping into her enough, he lowered his maw to her ear, and whispered in that dark, soft voice that he was capable of having. It held hell within it, if that was even possible.
"You had best tell your daddy, that I will come back for him one day." He purred. He wasnt sure how he knew she was Mato's.. but her coloring gave her away rather quickly. Taking his paw up one more time, he drew it down her thigh on her back leg, dragging the claw down before pushing himself away from her. She would be scarred for life, as he had been.
Scared for life, half dead there on the ground, she couldn't even pass out from the pain she was in. Her face, disfigured, her body, undesirable. She would be alone and miserable for the rest of her life. Jamila's throat was raw from screaming for him to stop, screaming out in pain. The gods were merciful at last. With last scratches that made her twitch in pain, he left her. She couldn't even whisper a thank you to the gods for sparing her life.
That voice would haunt her dreams.
She passed out shortly after he withdrew, laying there, bleeding, hardly breathing. If someone found her, they wouldn't hear whimpers. If they saw her chest moving, they had a good eye. She wouldn't be able to make her way back to the pride.
