HYDE} lets play lions -! [CONNIE]

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/skzx9j.jpg] Hyde walked out of the den by the side of the road. Blood splattered around the area as little carcasses lay about in the thick red pools. The mother shivering as she cried out to her dead babies. Her white pelt covered in the blood of her own kin that lay severed around the area. The larger black carcass looked to have fallen dead in his steps. His neck was broken. That was his story. His mouth and nose bleeding out as he laid in the grass next to the den. Hyde's eyes gleaming over his masterpiece as the formerly white fae crouched in fear as he walked over to her. Her whole world turned in less than an hour and another one had started. She tucked her tail under her body as her body became limp once more under the thought of what the painted brute would do to her again. Her family was killed in front of her eyes and then she was raped by the beast- blood of the lost souls rubbed off on her skin. "Wha-what are you going to do?" she whimpered under her breath as the beast stood there, looking her in the eyes. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do!" The beast smiled, revealing his blood stained teeth that glowed in the light of the moon. "I'm going to have a little more fun. How you act depends on what your going to do." His eyes manipulating her more than his words. The terrorized fae's body moaned as her eyes shed their tears. Her head lowered as her tailed got even closer to her abdomen. She braced herself for his weight as he started to mount her again. His muscles blazing through his beautiful painted pelt. The white fae started to weep once again. "Now hush little baby, please don't cry. Everything's gonna be alright." The brute smiled under his whispers. Hyde got off of the white carcass stained from blood of so many. The morning red with the painting of the night. The fur damp with the brute's semen. Bites taken out of the white carcass. The successor's appearance was his own glory. His play tools got their much needed action outside the barriers. His teeth got the taste they wanted. His eyes got to see the masterpiece. His fur matted up with the blood of his victims. Not a drop of his blood was spilled, but other's were. Thinking of all the things he did- paining a picture in his mind. Hyde's dry laugh broke the silence as he looked over the scene. The morning released the scents of the night. The new sun's bright lights touched the scene and covered them in light. Hyde turned his back and started to walk from the slaughter. His nails clicking on the black stone that used to be hovered with cars. His pride struck through his movement and his eyes gleamed with power. Quite a sight.

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/14cgn6p.jpg] SILENCE..... An owl hooted, a hollow echo of the bird bounding through the city. Nothing stirred as night fell, enveloping the world in a suffocating silence. A single, flickering light lit the dark, so dim the darkness almost overtook it. But it was enough; the scene of bloodshed and death lay before her electric and silver eyes, playing over the cold bodies before her. She knew exactly who had done it, she remembered him well. Images replayed in her pretty head: a silence, like this one, as if the world were mourning for the lost souls the King had taken; a lone call of fear bouncing off the trees; a majestic painted wolf, standing triumphantly over his easy kill. She remembered his scent well, laced with blood and fear and death. To cross his paws was to face death, and few survived. Luckily, Connie was one who did. Shadows danced in the dim light, figures of leafless trees and night birds. It was depressing really, the world so silent; it was as if everything mourned for the lost souls who had dared to face the King of the Strays. Connie recognized the noble wolf's title, and submitted to it. He was gruesome, not afraid to do his own dirty work. The former-Denali she-wolf stretched her neck, a sorrowful call escaping her maw. It vibrated off the fall trees, playing down the abandoned alley, flying to meet the moon. Lowering herself, she waited; her eyes scanned her surroundings, waiting for her painted king to appear. She was one of many who followed the male, and she had news for her king.

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[atrb=background,http://i55.tinypic.com/skzx9j.jpg] He just does what he pleases. He wears no shoe-shine and he seemingly knew everyone and they knew him (just not the real him). He's on the side-boards watching the fights unravel around him and he defeats the strongest of the strongest. To survive, fallow him. He's a roller-coaster. He's got money pouring. His life is simple- one and one and one is three. And you got to be good looking just to please. His ways just seemed to come together. The beams of light shining off of the bloody scene as Hyde walked down the asphalt road in pure pride. As it hit the scene, the smell of rotting flesh was apparent. The land as silent as could be. Hyde's usual smile of self honor on his blood covered face that seemed to almost be doped up but still struck fear into any poor soul that dared to lay eyes on him. His nails grinding against the road and the blood clotted into his pelt in several spots. His ears erect as he searched the area once again. Looking. Hyde's blurred vision stalking the land as his ears stuck a sound- a desperate call. Who would he be is let it go unanswered? After all, the king always had all the time in the world to enjoy his leisurely morning stroll. Hyde stopped and listened to the desperateness of the howl and grinned to himself before answering back- almost saying I am here. His rough howl echoed down the road and through the city. Blood flakes peeling off of his coat and falling gracefully to the ground as he began to walk towards the other- strolling off slowly in his way. She's in love with him and he's just fine. She's just glad but she doesn't know the things he knows. ,,, A new story to unravel. ... The life goes one.

[gallivant <3]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/14cgn6p.jpg] An answering call...... Uncertainty made Connie's heart pound. What if he found out about.... the other one.....? She shook her head vigorously. No. She couldn't think about that, or else he would sense it. Sighing greatly, she sat down, ready to greet her king. I guess it wasn't like she really wanted to follow the painted brute. But she was too fearful to do likewise. She had witnessed him kill, and it wasn't pretty. As the gentle sound of paw steps reached her ears, followed by the quiet click of nails, Connie found her mind wandering to the little ones she had left in the hollowed space under a tree root. Were they okay? Were they safe? Nothing had gotten to them, right? They're fine! she told herself sharply, coming to attention as she spotted her king's silhouette approaching. Connie stood, bowing her head in respect. Electric eyes meeting the kings, the girl suppressed a shudder, imagining his teeth ripping her throat out. Don't think about that! she snapped at herself, once again. She was determined to get through this meeting alive and go attend to the pips. "Hyde," she started, her words picky, "My king; I have come to tell you about.... your daughter." She wasn't going to announce the male. Hopefully he would be in Auryn, soon. She felt horrid, abandoning one of her only surviving two. But it had to be done; she wouldn't be able to stand watching her only son be murdered by his own father. It would break her.