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Disruption of a good day could come in the blink of an eye. Tiberius, deep enough in the brush to remain unseen though his fur was a stark contrast to just about anything. He watched, deep blue gaze piercing straight through limb and leaf to the figure of Xieros. Strange how she reminded him of Juliana. His precious black and white Julie. Whether that was what actually set him off or if it was something else would never truely be answered, as it was the nature of the night and day wolf to be mysterious in the sense that he was totally off his rocker.

Her nose was down, and his muscles bunched. His mind went blank, and all he could see was Xieros. It was a feeling he had several times before, always growing in intensity. Tiberius was watching himself leap snarling from the bushes, his mad blue eyes glittering with fierceness. If Xieros wasn't afraid of being alone now, she would never have confidence after this moment, he would make sure of that. Those deep blue eyes where constricted, as though he had no true pupil, though it was only because his iris was so broad. Tunnel vision. She reminded him of someone, and now he forgot who. All that mattered for the moment was that he was a powerful bundle of muscle, lunging like a shot from under cover. He was aimed just about perfectly to send her tumbling to the ground, a truely sadistic snarl written across every aspect of his features. Hackles on end, tail bristled.

Tiberius was the picture of insanity. If ever a wolf needed help, it was now. But he knew they were near a packlands, and she smelled of other wolves. The scents came rolling over the hunter's nostrils in waves, and without losing an ounce of ferocious expression, Tiberius growled out, "Call for help and I'll carve your voice out, little one."

Oh yes, Xieros had made a mistake in coming out on her own today. Tiberius may have also been alone, but he was on the large side. Built stocky and well muscled, the male was a force to contend with one on one. Why had he leaped headlong at her? All of a sudden he couldn't remember, and it didn't matter anymore. Xieros would be at his mercy soon enough, oh yes, thats what the voice was telling him now. His. Thats how it had gone with Julie too, she was his and he took her. What a shame. Tiberius could still remember the symphony of screams.

How lovely.

Oh no no no, little one. Today you are mine, and forever after. You'll know what it means to be a captive. Tiberius wasn't aware that he was muttering these dark thoughts in an equally harsh voice under his breath as he lunged forward again, making a very convincing snap at that pretty little throat, bulky body flattening her to the ground again. There would never be an escape now, never ever. This was the culmination of years of building insanity all over again.

After all, hadn't he done this once before? It didn't matter.

What mattered was the dark and white mass of fur that he could crumple to the ground with one good smash of his body. Oh it was too, too beautiful. That fear, the utter terror in her eyes drove him on despite her snapping words. She would lose those quickly, oh yes. No rescue, not unless Xieros wanted to bring that upon her loved ones. And he had no sense of morality to stop wanton killing to break her completely.

Laughing cruelly, his deep rumbling voice vibrating through his throat, night and day placed one forepaw on each side of the downed young female. Small, very small. Like the runt Juliana had been. Idly he wondered if this one would die the same way she did, but not now, not yet at all. He had other plans.

Slowly the broad male leaned down, the hot breath rolling from that sadistic, uncaring grin ruffling the fur of Xieros' face ever so slightly. It was almost a pity she hadn't given him anything of a chase, that would have been fun. Teach her that flight did no good at all, he would track forever and catch up while she slept. The chatter in Tiber's mind hardly let him rest anyway, what an advantage.

"Call them," he growled out through a villain smile, "And you can watch, voiceless, unable to tell your friends to turn back, while I splatter your fur in their blood. Would you enjoy that, young beauty?" Words laced with acid. He really would make good on his promises if pushed even slightly.

The poor little one, still in denial. Not that he actually felt pity for her, it was actually amusing to watch the small teen thrash and snap at him, and he was laughing at her.

At least until she managed to catch him under the chin with those flashy white teeth. Oh little femme, what a mistake, what a horrible mistake. Fighting a mad wolf twice your weight will get you nowhere. Tiberius' features twisted into a horrible semblance of hate and total fury.

Xieros had brought this on herself.

Jaws parted, he lunged down at her throat. At this point of course, it was fairly obvious that his response to 'get off me' was 'in your dreams'. Mane of neckfur bristled like a lion's, thankfully protecting him from the bulk of her snaps as his own maw descended. That powerful maw closed about Xieros' scruff, and Tiberius began to shake her side to side almost like a rag doll. Had her body been twisted in the opposite direction to where the front of her neck was better exposed at that very moment, he probably would have sent her beyond the living realm long before he meant to.

The snarls coming from his throat as he tossed the adolescent about were almost unnatural in depth and volume. Tiberius was going to make a point that Xieros would never forget, if it took him days and days of watching her bleed.

Because it was indeed happening, now, right when Xieros seemed to have her life going on track.

Still angry, the mad wolf flung the adolescent's body to the ground and stood over her, maw parted again. From his posture it was apparent that the second lesson would be much more damaging than the first, should she choose to continue on this route. The small female belonged with him now, no matter how she tried to deny it. There were few ways to make Tiberius back down, and the ones Xieros was attempting would not do the deed.

"They're not coming for you." The statement was all but dripping with hate. "There is no way for you to fight me alone. See, you are abandoned, ere you are even full grown." He stared at her features almost lustfully. It wasn't a perfect resemblance, but the colors, they were Julie's. No red on her, and the runt he'd grown up with was finer boned and more mottled in fur tones, but Xieros still could have been a relative of his lost Juliana. Well, not lost. Killed. But that wasn't the point.

"Do you really believe you can get away from me, little one? Its hopeless, oh so hopeless." Those parted jaws turned to a grin. A little addition, yes, lost and by herself. Not quite ripe, but we can break her.

There it is, that lovely sustinance of fear. It was as though Tiberius could feel her soul breaking. That gave him a flourish of new vigor, something unnatural that swept over the male from muzzle to tailtip. He had snapped long ago, flung headlong into this cycle of sadism from which he refused to rise. Tiberius was a veteran of inflicting pain, and it showed in the way he licked the bits of blood from his canines. As though there were something sensual in it for him, perhaps so far as sexual.

He did love every second of it. Scars, pain, blood, the sound of a snapping bone. All these were things the psychotic male held dear to his heart, sought out against all obstacles. He lusted for the feeling of dominance he was getting right at this very moment.

But it wasn't complete. Though he knew his words had the desired effect - she was doubting - that tiny growl and that flash of fangs was still a show of spirit. And that would just not do. She would be his and crushed, or she simply would not be. Pity if this encounter ended up for the latter, then it really would be a complete repeat of Tiberius' last experience with a female.

Yes, it really would be a shame if he had to close his jaws about the front of that young, lithe throat. That fight, it all had to be beaten or threatened out of her, and he was just the wolf to accomplish such a thing. "Give in completely or be dead ere nightfall, little maiden." Another uncalled for hissing of words. This time though, Tiberius caught his outburst and stared right back into those rage filled eyes belonging to Xeiros with a blend of madness, sadism and lust.

If this kept up, young Xieros was in for quite a long afternoon.

He was standing squarely over her, front paws on either side of her shoulders, rear ones behind her rump. She was trapped, quite trapped indeed, as far as Night and Day was concerned. And every second that went by confirming his observation that no help was on the way steeled him. Even Tiberius was no match for a whole pack, but apparently this femme wasn't part of the nearby group of wolves.

And then he confirmed her thoughts as though by reading them. "Come now, you can cry out better than that." A threatening snap, teeth coming together a hair's breadth from Xieros' closest eye. "I want you to call for help. The young lady should see where her friends get her, watch them be torn apart, view bodies raining blood onto the earth."

Apparently he didn't care if she stood yet. Hell, she would have to be able to lift him if she tried at this point. The bicolored wolf was still playing his game, seeing how much she could take. The meltdown would come soon enough. It had been simple to begin the seed of doubt and despair in Xieros, making it blossom couldn't be any less difficult.

"They don't care about you," he hissed, taking another stab at the heart, muzzle not inches from her soft ear. The closeness practically made the sadist wolf tremble inside, the desire to truely cause injury welling. "Let go of that hope, its useless to you now."

Some level of him did want her to get aid just so he could tear at her soul more effectively, but if no wolf had responded to the commotion yet, then they were quite out of hearing range. How convienient.

"Perhaps the young maiden will even take solace in the new life her attacker has to offer. Your name, my pet, give me your name."

He knew that look. An active imagination and a facination with violence. Well, if it intrigued her so much, Tiberius would be more than willing to oblige an imagination in time with as much gore as it could stand. Recurring scenes that could have only come from nightmares had they not been real. But those teeth, there they were again. Surely she did not have that much of a death wish.

This simply would not do.

Night and Day kept an odd calm about himself, however. A trained fear did require tact to put and keep in place. He grinned, deep blue maw parting, and lowered his muzzle right next to hers. For a moment, between his breaths, it was as though the whole forest stood silent. Waiting. But though it very much looked for long seconds that Tiberius was going to snap Xieros' maw in twine, he didn't.

Quite the opposite. He had to touch her, he couldn't stand it. Those flashes of utter terror in her eyes were too atractive. He brushed the tip of his muzzle along hers, over and acros her cheek ruff, breathing her in. Young, soft fur. Not that it was at all meant to be reassuring. If anything, just his redoubled looming and twisted grin were more frightening than if he had been seething with anger.

More confidence came from her unwillingness to call for help again. Good, at least the teen had half a brain in her skull, even if it wasn't thinking completely in a direction he would have preferred. The movement of his muzzle paused over her ear, "Your name, little one," the hiss came again, demanding even in softness.

The bicolored wolf had an uncanny stamina for this particular type of interaction. He could have gone through the cycle of mauling her between short bouts of gentle caresses for days provided his energy held up, and something about his posture and his manner sent off that vibration of a true sadist.

How very unfortunate that this small teen did not share his passion. Yet.

"Or would you rather I beat every bit of information I want out of you? I would not mind, though I dare say it would end up marring your more desireable physical features." Another flashy grin. It was beginning to seem like he was never without it, or it was never far off anyway. A challenge and a threat in the same breath, though if Xieros was truely suicidal there could be a problem. Threats often depended on one's desire to live, and a fear of death.

Perhaps a fear of unending pain would do just as well, in any case.

Laughter, scathing laughter as she withdrew from the touch. He almost couldn't stand it, everything was just too funny. The grin was threatening to tear his features in twine, it was so broad.

She did remind him of Julie more and more. The long lost other female had been repulsed like this too, absolutely disgusted once she found out what Tiberius was really like. The whimper as well, that was strangely familiar to him. Too bad it ended up the worse for her, or so Tiber thought. One day, the truth would all come unraveled perhaps, but until then madness was the key element to everything.

"Xieros..." He hissed the name almost passionately into her ear, as though to a lover. Still, the weight of the evil behind it could not be masked. And why would he do such a thing, this was an exercise in fear, and Xieros was just starting to pass.

Again he touched her, muzzle brushed along hers, over her cheekruff. Even so bold as to let his tongue slide through his teeth and over that contrasting fur.

He could do as he pleased now. No consequences.

No help. No saviors.

Almost, almost gently, his lips curled back and stark white teeth tugged at Xieros' neckfur. Here he was going to lay a mental claim over her. Not physical, not yet. She was too young. "Come with me." A soft, weighty demand. "They're not coming for you." Close to sweet, mocking tone, not quite natural. "Your only hope is to stay with me now."

"The one you are waiting for won't come." A sly frown and his ears tilted back. Softly Tiberius withdrew just a little, enough for the small female to stand with a struggle and close enough where he could take her down if she tried to bolt. Two careful half-steps backward, ignoring those flashes of teeth she so readily gave. Fear, too, would do such a thing to a young wolfess. He remembered now. And certainly she would not use those beautiful whites lest she desire his own upon her skin, marring and maiming until bloodthirsty tendancies were slaked.

Which would probably take quite some time, if history had anything to say about it. Inwardly Tiberius cackled.

What a lucky day, coming across this litle dear on a whim of wandering. That evil grin was threatening to twitch at the corners of his maw again, but he held it back. Xieros had to trust him just a little, or this would never work. Once he had her more securely in his grip, more of his tendancies could be unleashed.

Yes, patience would pay off this once perhaps. He would drive her like herding a deer toward his place of hiding, and from there, no turning back.

The thought of it excited him, he could feel his fur bristling slightly. Adding to it was Xieros' generally submissive look, the tail tucked and the fear in her eyes was snapping some cruel predatory instinct in his mind, the one which had made him attack in the first place. No signs of it going away any time soon. The poor female was not at all lucky.

The whine almost made him break down. More and more the twisted male found himself with a simmering desire to show the tiny framed femme what his idea of affection was. The submissive postures she'd showed weren't doing anything to stall this growing shadow of a wanting, though physically he gave no signs of a true attraction.

Only that contorted, hateful grin. It was as though he had no other expressions. And why should he. Any other set of emotions besides the ones he had already displayed just wouldn't fit in with Tiberius' particular forms of insanity.

Slowly he moved, and, instead of allowing her to follow like one would have guessed, the wolf snapped loudly at Xieros' front legs to start driving her away like she was a sheep.

Tiberius would herd her, shuffling side to side and snapping at her ankles to get her moving. As though he were hunting almost, and wearing down his prey. The rest right now didn't matter, the beast of a male was completely focused on getting Xieros out of her area of familiarity, away from all hope of help. Then perhaps, just perhaps, she would begin to realize the full extent of her situation. And she would begin the journey to being completely broken, a pawn to his every beck and whim. That would be his favorite part, once she belonged to him completely. Once she was trained.

Little Xieros, poor, shy, lost femme against a clash of night and pink sunrise. He was driving her away from everything she had ever known, toward the deeper parts of the freelands. Tiberius was smart for all his insanity, and he would not go too near the packlands of other wolves. He was no match for large numbers. But Xieros didn't know that, and he would never, ever admit it.

But where and when he could he would touch her, a brush here and there across her fur, nips along her legs. Cruel, but perhaps not overly so. Certainly not the full extent of what the crazed male were capable of. It was almost like he had a respect for the fact that she was still young, even through his sadistic wanting. Of course, he had spared Juliana from the full brunt of it as well until she had grown, and had a fighting chance.

Ha. She'd never really have a chance, eh Tiberius?

He chuckled, having unknowingly muttered the sentence under his breath in a brief pause from his assault on his 'captive'. Talking to himself again. The beginning of a lengthy conversation most likely, but the bulk of it was simply within the wolf's own mind. A debate on the exact course of action to take with the little one. Certainly she had to get far from her packlands, but Tiberius' paranoia would not allow him to take her back to his resting place. He would have to find a new one on the go, somewhere he could trap her.

Opportunity would arise so long as he kept an eye out. Whatever he decided on though, bets were it wouldn't suit Xieros in the least. Not that it would ever matter to Tiber. As far as he was concerned, the other didn't have an opinion, or if she did she was forbidden to speak it. She was submissive to him. That made her inferior, and an easy object to lash out upon when he so chose.