Black Hearts | CLAIMING

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Achos, son of Ambrosios, was a nasty creature. He was born to the high lieutenant general during the time of War. The war raged the land and the male black wolf took glee in the murder, force breeding and torture of all of those around them. True to his name, he was the assigned Evil-Doer of the pack before the brace of his first year. The raise in his status was attempted on the fact that he required something to curb the bloodlust, and the only thing that sufficed was directing that horror.     When the dawning of the war took a violent turn against the rival pack, the snatching of the daughter of the Alpha was a task set to Achos. The result meant the tall mountain of Everbane became a hideaway. Pushed into the dark crevice that would more assuredly be her death bed, Eupraxia, daughter of Karpos, was given as a present that could only be considered a nightmare beyond understanding.     Force breeding was a subject that Achos favoured above all else, just to see the suffering in their features. It resulted in a bit of a game, but Achos had been deemed sterile when he had been given his first selected prisoner. The only resulting change meant that it never should have been possible that he succeeded with his prisoner, Eupraxia, but anyone else who ever would have approached her would have been slaughter on sight for their scent lingering.     Thus, the pairing of Eupraxia and Achos, two very different souls, combined and unleashed the egg, that fertilized it cracked only faintly, enough to let the soul of the demon that craved a home to crawl in, before it was reunited and the cells covered away the scar. There was no turning back on the beast that was cultivated, forced together in the womb. The genetics were well placed, the wolves broke their own height requirements, the weight requirements of a natural borne wolf in their own way. A demon king would never be born without the proper body to host. __     Zarek never knew a day of proper socialization, calming in his life. He came out of the womb and he was tossed around by his mother, attempting to kill him off before Achos ever discovered his existence. The resulting slaughter of his mother was his first exposure to death, less than three hours old.     Given to the breeders, he was brought up until he caused too much pain with sharp teeth by the slave females of the pack. When forced on meat, it was bloody and rich. There was never a thought to give him healthy food, per se, he was given muscles raw and torn up from the get go. In order to not starve, the little terror was taught to gnaw and to rip into his food without much help and assistance. It was fight to live, or die.     Living was the only choice, and in the time of war there was an instant need for living. There was a need to be trained to kill for the enemy needed to be squashed. No, there was no value given. There was no consideration of the welfare of the living. They were all worthless, they could all be killed. Once Zarek reached his name day at a year old, he had well proven his ability to be apart of the chaos.     Ripping into flesh was a game, it was something to be embraced with a greediness. There was fun hearing the cries and the horror, and it never mattered. Gender was nothing, age was nothing. Even allegiance was nothing when Zarek was released, for the beatings proved that his own desire was to rip into the flesh of the doomed. Any who crossed his path was at risk.     The creation of his brothers in his head, Romulus and Remus, were the ones who spurred him on in his battles. They whispered in his ears and promised him a happily ever after if only he obeyed. They became his family long before his father died, and their ability to control him far surpassed the beatings meant to keep him in line.     When he finally escaped, the male was lucky enough to find his way. He survived easily, but was an enigma; a complete opposite of a wise and efficient wolf that was on their own. Instead, he burned through the lands and made enemies, over and over until the time finally ended. That was when he met the female he had hoped for, greedily, only to be denied for years by the stars.

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Zarek met the female who was called Shai in a bit of a nightmare situation. He considered her to be rude and improper, but her pure coat and tainted soul fascinated him. There was no method in which he determined that she belonged to him, only than when she attempted to flee he gave chase. He only realized he wanted more than her flesh when he bashed her head into the ground and returned her to the North, where his cavern on the far away side of Everbane Mountain lay.     Driving the female into the depth of his hideaway, he mimicked his father in the purposeful motions. He barricaded her in the mountain side with stones large enough that he could not have her escaping. He kept the pale coated she wolf in lock down while he tormented her with his words and his eagerness. It was a torment, to be sure, to hear the sound of the rocks crackling at the sound of his mere approach after a short time.     The first attempt at breeding, when the season finally arrived, did not go over well. Shai managed to eat enough plants, laced with their poisonous properties, to result in the doomed feeling that the pup were born stillborn. Zarek, lost in his grief, intensified his hatred for her while his attachment to the female was the only saving grace to keep her alive. But it was almost a full year after that he forced the female away from their cursed den with the decaying bodies, and climbed up the mountain higher.     Shortly upon meeting his older companion, Draco, who had known Shai in his younger years resulted in a second attempt at breeding. This time with the help of the older, more experienced male there was success. From the breeding he whelped two beautiful little puppies, a male and a female, keeping the wonderful balance of the world. __     Pleasure and ease as the male dictated the ability to have a family and rule the part of the mountain that he had claimed. Time went on and he allowed his young to grow without much of a say from himself or his mother; he simply allowed the two to be exposed to the power and madness that Zarek had. His attention to his young was minimal, simply because he found no value in the choices that had been made.     Life continued on without much change, once in a blue moon would the beatings against his mate become so dire that there was a question whether or not her life hung in the balance. Question never raised about anyone interfering, bodies were littered on the North side of the mountain from anyone who trespassed. It never occurred to him to be worried, until the damned spirit-talker appeared.     Seducing his Shai away, down towards the South, Zarek followed with his family with the disappearance. Anyone who crossed his path was murdered, wiped off the earth with the accusation that they had aided the she-wolf in leaving Zarek. To escape from him meant to be dead, and there would be no change in that habit.     When he finally found her, the consequences were dire. There was no choice in Zarek's mind but to stop her from ever leaving again. There was an end to the road, and the female's life was leaked away in their new settled home little bit by little bit. While the male continued to take over the areas of Somerset, his influence continued far and wide.

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The final beating of the female named Shai was met with a violence that the world never could have imagined. A burst of anger by the aged male proved he would happily end any life that threatened to be the one to ruin him. Even the female he sung the praises of, who had driven his brothers out of his mind were absent. The loss of them was too much to handle, and the heartbreak stole him away.     Regret was not something that the wolf named Zarek felt throughout his years. It was not his choice to kill the female, but the injuries were too severe. The suffering that accompanied her death meant, he assumed, she would never find that peace. He had whispered that her brother still hated her, that she had accomplished nothing. Anything that would make her body become reborn, so that he could have her again.     Setting out to find her was the next step. Any female with the light coat that appeared before him was forced into his care. His eyes crazed, even as they faded over the years. It was hopeless, looking for the female, but he tried anyway. The crazed state of the male disintegrated into a darkness that could not be overcome, and when the time came, he closed his eyes to the pain.     The young that he left behind him were vast and predominantly male. No females had come to him, and he found himself unable to find the plant that he had used on Shai. Perhaps, he wagered, that was why that he was not given the chance again. The conditions were never right, and his heart was lost. His Sunshine, his only Sunshine, had scurried away from his hold and vanished.     Obtaining the female was not meant to be, and he only returned to the cave he had forever counted on being the play where he would have her scent in his nose. Zarek passed away on his 11th name day.     "For all that I hated, I loved a little. What a sin that is."

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King of the Coast, Kerberos



Kerberos, son of Zarek in his 7th Birth Year, was hated by his mother the day he waltz out of the womb. Deemed a demon, a cannibal, there was no escaping the repeat hell that followed in his footsteps. The readiness to take on his father's claim was enough to keep him pleased with the world that he could access. He would not fail the father he had managed to meet only twice in his life, and only recalled the secondary meeting shortly before the death of the wolf known as Zarek.

The beast was large and well sculpted, a beautiful repetition of his father with a darker coat and some inverted coloration that confused the eye. His laughter was as sickly, although his tongue remained sweeter than his father's. The seduction of the land was his to take, and he embraced it with a readiness before the first name day. His father had offered him a name to take, only if he lived to see a year. Kerberos. Forever he would be the servant of the demon who had been his father, but he was granted power of his own.

The day he stepped onto the stones that were his home, Kerberos knew without issue that this was the land he would call his own. The dangerous coast beckoned him, and he would fight to keep it his. The waves slashed the air on the incoming storm that brought his howl to carry off in the wind. The oddity of the midsummer hurricane was drown out in the fierce cries ringing through his ears of his own.

Home. It was an oddity in concept, but one he would embrace. His mind danced to those who already lingered, and silently he plotted their demise. No, not a single one would walk the coast and accept the choices that had been made. For those he deemed useful, they would live. Everyone else would die, die feeling the pain that his father felt when Shai, the bitch queen, had died leaving his father with a gaping hole in his chest.

The Son of Zarek would do better, and at the same time he would do more. He would surpass the power that his father had carried with him all his life, and at the same time, he would blossom. He would be all his father wanted, he would stand with his head held high.

Kerberos would be king. King of the Coast.