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 Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 8:50 pm
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He’d heard the rumors, the legends, the truths about the city. How there were monsters, some people, some animal-like, that wandered the streets causing trouble for some and killing others. Some were called warriors, others officers; humans and creatures alike that gave little consideration for the livelihoods for the people who lived there. Some were considered guardians, those who would protect civilians from danger, but out of all the stories he’d heard, Yuuri wasn’t entirely sure who was right or wrong or what he should believe.
If anything, he was perfectly okay with keeping out of their way if he could help it.
As luck would have it, getting stuck working on a project late one night meant that he’d missed the last bus home and took that opportunity to walk, preferring the exercise anyway. Had he known he would stumble on something he was never meant to see or get involved with, he might have tried calling for a cab, but he hadn’t and now he was watching as a man collapsed to the ground in the darkened alley not too far from himself.
And looming over the body was what Yuuri could only describe as a wolf spirit.
He knew he should probably run, because with his luck, the wolf was a vengeful spirit who would surely kill him as it was probably doing the man. And yet, Yuuri couldn’t pull himself away, his eyes wide with surprise and awe. His first experience with one of the monsters that roamed the city, and probably his last.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2017 9:03 pm
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He had not eaten a starseed in three weeks.
It was difficult; Tourmaline kept her promise of providing him a starseed each week, but Wolfeite had not eaten them, purposefully keeping them stashed away in a secret compartment that he'd made for himself in his little corner of the Rift where he slept. They were saved for a rainy day, for something; he had not decided what, exactly, just yet, he would use them for, but he did not want to waste them.
He had a starseed now, clutched in the palm of a gloved hand. It was difficult to push past the ache of hunger low in his stomach, Wolfeite curling fingers tightly around it to keep himself from throwing it into his mouth, other hand braced on the motionless form of the man on the ground. He'd taken enough energy to send back to Negaspace; the starseed was a reward, a thanks for doing work.
A shuffle of footsteps; Wolfeite's ears swiveled instantly in the direction of them, and then his whole body followed, tense and strung tight, gold eyes narrowed in the direction of the young man who stood frozen in front of him. Wolfeite rose slowly to a standing position, licking his lips; the mask was down, pooling around his neck in a tangle of black and white fabric, exposing the sharp face, the sharper teeth.
The man had not run; that was curious. Wolfeite's tail slowly flicked behind him, his ears flat back against his head of dark hair.
"Hello, human," he said, voice a low rasp. "Come to watch?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2017 8:58 pm
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Logic said that he should probably run if he hoped to stand any chance, but Yuuri already knew that there was no outrunning this wolf if the wolf didn’t want him to. Yes, he was scared. Terrified. His heart pounding heavily against his chest, and yet he couldn’t pull himself away. He wasn’t a brave man, but he knew to accept things that he had no control over.
Being killed by this wolf was most likely one of those things that he just needed to accept.
“Not intentionally, no,” Yuuri said back, surprised that his voice was still somewhat even, though his hands gripped tightly to the strap of his computer bag. His eyes flicked to the motionless body of the man in the alley, steeling himself for the same fate.
But the fact that the wolf had greeted him as a human had him pausing even longer, trying to determine just what he was facing.
“Are you a spirit? Or a god?” he asked, not much of a believer in superstitious beliefs or religions, but he knew the folktales and legends; wolves had the power to give or to take life. Yuuri couldn’t figure out what else this wolf could be, so why couldn’t he be some kind of deity that had taken up residence in the city?
He had not yet decided whether to crush the man before him under his fingers, which was unusual for Wolfeite. Under normal circumstances, he would have had no hesitation, no qualms about simply walking forward and thrusting a hand into his chest, yanking out the starseed and letting it shatter in his fingers or swallow it down his throat.
But the man hadn’t run, and he wasn’t screaming, even if the fear was written in his eyes, in the white-knuckled grip of his hand on the strap of his bag. Wolfeite’s eyes flickered towards it, then back up again, tail lashing as his ears slowly rose from his hair, listening for the sounds he could hear nearby, or anything that might indicate backup was coming.
There was nothing. Just the two of them, and a man without his starseed. Wolfeite considered him, a thumb moving over the glow of the starseed.
Are you a spirit? Or a god?
The question pleased him, irrationally, because it was straightforward and not mocking. Wolfeite felt a slow grin spreading across his face, and he took a step forward, the shadows around his feet dancing, darkening, curling upwards as though to hide him within it.
“Perhaps,” he said, in a low growl of a voice. “Perhaps. What would you do if I was? Would you run?”
Perhaps.
Not exactly a clear answer, but Yuuri could tell from where he was standing that the ears and tail were very much real. The ears swiveled and the tail swished and flicked, the wolf’s grin showing off a set of sharp teeth. It was enough to send chills down the spine of a braver man than Yuuri.
“Would I run? It would depend,” he said softly, swallowing down a lump that was stuck in his throat as the wolf approached him, and he unconsciously took a step backwards as if to try and place some space between them, but his back hit the brick wall of the building of the alley. Even if he wanted to run, he couldn’t. But he already knew there was only two ways he could possibly get out of this alive.
Either this wolf was really just a human, in which case Yuuri had no qualms about trying to escape, despite not being that fast of a runner. But if this wolf really was a spirit or god, there was only one reason Yuuri could imagine running and making it out alive.
“If you ordered me to, I would,” he said simply, gripping the strap of his back tighter to hide the trembling of his hand. He might seem somewhat calm on the outside, but inside he wouldn’t be surprised if he passed out from the rush of adrenaline alone.
Wolfeite came another step closer, eyes full of a hunger that was also, for once, tinged with curiosity. He wanted to know, wanted to figure out what was happening, wanted to know exactly what was going through this man’s head as he stood there in front of him, unable to run, yet still talking.
Brave, stupid, or simply - curious? It was difficult to say, Wolfeite continuing forward without any hesitation or speed. He saw the man back up, but there was no where to go, even if he’d wanted to run; brick scraped, blocked, and Wolfeite came right in front of him, so close their feet almost touched, his gold eyes raking over the figure in front of him.
Do you want to run?
If you ordered me to, I would.
A pleasing, excellent answer. Wolfeite was growing more intrigued by the moment.
A hand reached out, Wolfeite slowly tilting the man’s head up with a single finger beneath his chin.
”Why?” he breathed out, voice a low, simmering growl. ”What else would you do if I ordered you?”
Resigned; that was all. Yuuri wasn’t brave, probably stupid, and maybe only a little curious. But since he turned the corner and entered that alley, he was more or less resigned to his fate, whatever it might be. He liked living, but if this was it, then what was he supposed to do?
The wolf stalked closer still, looking at him with sharp, golden eyes that seemed to pierce right through him. Yuuri didn’t realize he was holding his breath until his lungs started burning, and by that point the wolf was directly in front of him. There was a strong urge to shrink away, to try and make himself look smaller and as unimportant as he was. But there was nothing he could really think to do to change this, so he looked forward at the wolf with as much strength as he could muster.
He still felt like passing out.
Especially when the wolf lifted a hand to place a sharp clawed finger under his chin, Yuuri gritting his teeth as he allowed his head to be lifted, his heart ready to beat out of his chest, pounding noisily in his hears. He didn’t look at the wolf with any kind of defiance, black eyes meeting gold. Instead, they were just… resigned.
What else would you do if I ordered you?
“If you order it, anything,” he said, his voice finally giving out on him and it came out broken and much quieter than before. Yuuri tried swallowing to clear his throat, but it didn’t do much good. By this point it was probably obvious that he was terrified of this wolf and what he could very well do to him. The fact that he wasn’t dead yet was, well… not amazing, but surprising. It was only a matter of time.
“What choice would I have but to obey?”
He was interested in this human, not in the way that shithead Pasi interested him or the way that Lorne interested him - though that could have been arranged, as well - but in the potential. The promise of something more than what he was. Wolfeite had come across a lot of humans who were weaker, more tiresome, entirely useless in their endeavors. They bored him to pieces; there was no reason for them to even exist.
But this man - this man was different, Wolfeite could feel it in his very veins, in his very chest, as though it was searing through his veins.
If you order it, anything.
Wolfeite’s finger pushed the man’s chin up, just a little further, enjoying the terror, the utter inability to leave in spite of having wanted to. There was no heat; no defiance, no arrogance. He had accepted the fact that he was at Wolfeite’s mercy, and that was more than enough to send shivers of pleasure through Wolfeite, chasing their way up and down his spine.
The finger beneath his chin slid down, over the man’s Adam’s apple with careful, precise movements.
”None,” Wolfeite breathed out, ”None at all.”
His hand slid lower. Fingers pressed lightly against the man’s chest.
“Tell me, lost one - do you have a name?”
Yuuri wondered what he should be thinking about in that moment; the moment right before he died. He wasn’t really thinking about his family. Didn’t really want to think about them. He was in Destiny City to get away from them. He wasn’t thinking about school or his friends, the few and far between as they were. More like acquaintances, really.
Instead, all he could think about was the color of the wolf’s eyes as they looked at him, peering into his very soul, and the amusement on his face.
His head tilted back with little effort, remaining in place even after the wolf slid his finger down to his throat, a shiver running down Yuuri’s spine, his breathing a little more difficult to control even without a change in expression. Slowly, as though trying to prove to himself that he could take being killed with dignity, he unclenched his hands from around the strap of his bag, and lowered them to rest by his sides.
The fingers on his chest made him shudder, and he tried to calm his breathing with a deeper breath. It didn’t work very well. He was certain this wolf spirit or god or whoever he was very easily recognized him as a coward. And hopefully one that he would show mercy to and dispense with quickly, rather than letting him suffer. Surely the wolf could feel the intense pounding of his heart, the heavy gasps of fear that he couldn’t quite control. At least if he could distract himself with the wolf’s cunning eyes, death wouldn’t be so horrible.
Lost one was a strange thing to be called, although Yuuri figured it was pretty accurate. The confirmation that he would not have any choice wasn’t surprising in the least, but the way the wolf spoke was - peculiar. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why. It was as though he spoke with interest, maybe even curiosity. Except this was Yuuri and there was hardly anything interesting about him.
“Yuuri,” he said not daring to move, even as he trembled with the fear that washed over him; it was dizzying. “Yuuri Matsunaga.”
He didn’t beg for his life, but waited, trying to convince himself that he was ready.
It was dangerous, this heady rush of adrenaline and interest. Wolfeite had never before taken into consideration what the other generals did, how they seemed to acquire subordinates here and there. He himself had been a subordinate before his promotion, but it had been a temporary thing, because he knew he was stronger, knew he was better. He had not considered that now, as a general, he also had the ability to take. He had never before wanted to.
But this man was promising. This man was intriguing. Wolfeite found himself watching his every move, eyes following the movement of his hands as the man dropped them to his sides; a gesture of submission that Wolfeite found incredibly pleasing. This was not the sort of submission that he craved for himself, but it was the perfect sort for what he found himself wanting now.
An underling. A subordinate. Someone he could control, someone he could guide.
He had not thought of it before, and now that he had, he could not think of anything else.
”Yuuri Matsunaga.” Wolfeite drew the name out, rolling it on his tongue; a breath of a sound, a low hiss as he tasted it, let it fill his senses, his thoughts. The grin on his face stretched, something sharp and utterly feral, the unnatural sharpness of his teeth even more pronounced than ever, gold eyes burning in a sea of black.
“You are mine.”
His hand sank effortlessly into Yuuri’s chest, fingers wrapping tight around the starseed, and then he pushed, the Chaos burning blackly, coursing through.
There was nothing more for him to think, and everything to feel. The way the wolf spoke his name, as though to try it, for whatever reason had him staring in confusion, his eyes widening a fraction as the grin widened, sharp teeth and molten eyes that didn’t need the moonlight to shimmer and spark.
He didn’t have the chance to scream, the chance to make any noise in response. He didn’t even know what was happening, his head still tilted up like he’d been made to, but there was a fire that suddenly burned through him, as though shocking every last nerve he had. A pulse of something inside him.
And there was something there that Yuuri could feel, pulsing back, crackling under the heavy sensation of energy, stopping whatever it was that the wolf was trying to do.
His whole body trembled with the intensity of the energy being pushed into him, the dizziness from the adrenaline and fear making his knees weak, darkness momentarily taking over his senses and his eyes finally squeezing closed as he clenched his jaw tightly shut.
There was something there, keeping the energy at bay. But any more and it would certainly overflow.
Something was wrong.
The Chaos was pushing through into Yuuri, clouding his starseed, burning black and hot into the body of this human. It was an intoxicating sensation; Wolfeite had never experienced it for himself firsthand, but he knew it now; the heady rush of control of possession, because Yuuri Matsunaga was no longer his own anymore.
Except the Chaos was not staying. It was pulsing out, not wrapping through the starseed the way it should have. Wolfeite pushed harder, and it felt like a barrier, a blockade, something preventing him.
He yanked his hand free, snarling. Wolfeite’s fingers closed around Yuuri’s wrist and in one swift movement, he’d yanked him forward, jerking him closer so that they stood almost face to face.
“Why aren’t you changing?” he hissed. ”What are you?”
He didn't know what was happening. The energy being forced into him was overwhelming to the point where Yuuri was surprised he didn't cry out. He could feel the wolf's hand in his chest, could feel the tightness of his fist around something inside him. His heart? He wasn't sure.
Suddenly the hand was yanked free with startling force, Yuuri's body trembling and knees almost buckling when the wolf grabbed his wrist. He winced when claws dug in, intentionally or not Yuuri didn't know.
Why aren't you changing? he could hear the wolf hiss, not understanding the question. Changing? Changing how? Yuuri couldn't think to do anything but shake his head, his eyes fluttering dizzily as the lingering energy pulsed through him.
What are you?
This question was even more perplexing. The tone of the wolf's voice sounding almost as confused as Yuuri felt. Like something wasn't quite right.
"I'm yours. I'm yours," he mumbled hazily anyway, shrinking away from the beast’s fangs, and feeling as though he would surely collapse without the hand around his wrist keeping him in place. He wasn't sure what the wolf wanted him to say, knew by the tone of his voice that this most likely wasn't the answer he was looking for, but he couldn't just not respond.
"I'm yours," Yuuri breathed again, his vision blurring around the edges as his heart continued to pound, his breathing erratic. He didn't even think about begging for his life, knowing there was no point. Why he wasn't dead yet, he didn't know, but he was certain it wasn't because there was anything special or unique about him. Convenient, maybe. But anything else? His life wasn't worth begging for.
"I'm yours... I'm yours," he muttered still, almost like a mantra now, as if saying something, anything, would keep himself conscious a bit longer.
"I'm yours..."
It wasn’t working.
Wolfeite gave a snarl of angry impatience, the heady rush of adrenaline turning into something sharper, fiercer, more feral than ever as the wolf inside of him burned and raged with the need to know why. He was better, he was powerful, he knew what he was doing, he had proved himself -
-and yet it still wasn’t working.
Yuuri was mumbling, his voice barely audible now. Wolfeite slid a hand up, gripped the front of his jacket and dragged him forward, hissing out an incoherent sound that was more beast than human. He wanted to sink his teeth into the man’s neck until it bled, wanted to drag claws across his face until he was nothing more than shattered bone, but -
-but he also wanted this. The instinctive and sudden desire to have someone under his control, someone he could use.
He was not giving up. This was not a moment to walk away from.
He was better than this.
“That’s right,” Wolfeite breathed, as though it was a reminder to himself as well, not just Yuuri’s repeated murmurs. “You are mine, lost one. You belong to me now. You will not be anyone else’s. You will report to me. You will answer to me and me alone, and that is all you will do. Your life is now mine.”
His breath skimmed over Yuuri’s face, his lips parting, teeth grazing along his jaw. Wolfeite inhaled deeply, ears pressed flat against his hair, as though breathing in the man’s scent, eyes fluttering.
”You,” he whispered, ”Are. Mine.”
Teeth, sinking into Yuuri’s neck, and then Wolfeite had wrapped an arm around the man’s waist and teleported him out of the street and away.
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