Purgatory

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King of the Coast, Kerberos


Paws trampled on the ground and he found himself cold in the heart. There was danger on the horizon, and he suspected the crisp howl he had echoed already acknowledged that. Summoning his Gatekeeper with ease, he knew he would find the female. His temper was gone, beyond, and the dead eyes stared with a fury. It was intolerable to run, to cower! What in the hell did the female think they were going to do with trespassers? Welcome them in with open hearts? This was a time of survival, of war and bloodshed. The last would be something she would witness in the most morbid of ways.

His tail was lashing, the irritation so evident that it was a surprise there were no bodies thrown about everywhere. Oh, there was one, the one that had been ripped into and shredded like a rag doll left on the grounds for everyone to see. The male was still coated in blood and tendrils of muscle from it, the night was not warm enough, it was icy. The pieces of the dead wolf clung to him like an omen, and the lifelessness in his eyes proved there was more than just a hell waiting below where his father lingered.

Like a nightmare formed from the darkest of dreams, he had avoided hunting her down for almost two days. Two days he had given her to come crawling, hunting him down to beg her forgiveness. But he had stayed hidden and watched the attempts to find him, knowing he would have killed her then and there if he would have closed his jaws around her throat. Now he was done with his waiting, and his anger had not abated any less. "Namiko!” The gruff tone from his chest bellowed out in a roar, fearful of what would happen if she did not respond.

There was no need to wait, his pacing however started in a cool back and forth. He was not about to go to her, no. He knew his Gatekeeper as well would hear the call and find him. Yes, this was going to happen and there was a necessity in the action. She had defiled the ways and he was quite confident the terror would be unleashed upon her. His dead gaze stared blindly in the direction of the den.

Miraculously, as if feeding from the motions that ran through him, thunder cracked across the air in the daylight, the snow beginning to fall in gentle flakes. Thunder snow, his mind mused, was very appropriate for the coast. It meant there was hell to be paid year round, and he was going to teach the female what obedience meant. For someone who did not value the will to die, she sure had not proven to him that she was worthy to live yet.

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She had been more than a little surprised when she had been able to slink back into the den without elicitingsome form of response. She was suddenly intensely grateful that she had been rabbited away in her own den, away from other, more watchful eyes. It had taken her many hours before she had fallen asleep, Nico's words spinning her mind in dizzying circles. She was about to attempt something that she - and probably no-one else, to be honest - had never even imagined. The prospect was daunting, and she feared that her little self wouldn't make the grade. Yet what other choice did she have? The next two days passed in painful slowness, her heart jumping at every little sound. She kept herself firmly in her den, too worried about meeting Kerberos to deal with her aching stomach. Being beaten and thrown about on a full stomach was equally uncomfortable as doing so on an empty stomach. The ways things were, she'd probably make less of a mess if she didn't eat. She heard him shifting about, her white ears twitching with each click of nails on the stones outside. He was going to come for her soon - she felt it in her bones. What she would do then...well, she didn't know. She was dreading his rage at her open defiance of his....execution methods. She was terrified of what he would do when she admitted the inevitable and spoke of Nico. Her newly made friend had been very right in saying Ker would not tolerate any male near her. It was why she was segregated from the other females. That, and to prevent her causing more disruption than she already had. She didn't know if Nico's scent still lingered on her, but she hoped dearly that the arctic bath she had taken before coming home had washed it away. She trembled when her captor's voice cut through the air, her name sounding like a death sentence on his lips. Best not keep him waiting she thought, uncurling her body and standing up. Her days of forced solitude had been good for one thing, though. She'd given herself a thorough grooming, teasing out the tangles in her pelt until it fell loose and fluffy about her thin shape. Not that it would help to look pretty before facing the gallows. But it made her feel a little better; less like a fugitive. She stepped out into the open as the heavens trembled with a great bellow of thunder. For all that the weather was a completely different entity to wolf-kind, she still quaked at the symbolism. Kerberos wasn't happy. Not in the slightest.  Namiko stepped forwards, her tail tucked between her hind legs as she made her way towards the large wolf. Each step seemed to take forever, and yet he loomed suddenly before her - stiff and unapproachable as the tall mountains she sometimes saw in the distance. "You called for me". She peered up into his one eye, holding tightly to the spark of boldness in her heart. She mustn't cave in too quickly, otherwise the male would guess she was up to something. Bit by bit she needed to seem to acquiesce his desires. She stood, her legs trembling faintly as she waited for whatever was going to come. The matter was out of her paws. All she could do was trust blindly that light would always outshine the darkness. "Speech"

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MAXIM

Treachery was intolerable, and completely inexcusable, and it was well known that such would send the ruler of the coast into a blind and manic rage. Hate was a strong word, but it was not strong enough, not to describe the overwhelming emotion that had overcome the short and stocky male, whose past days had been spent dealing with the alpha and the subsequent irritation and frustration that stemmed from the disappearance - the deliberate disappearance - of the female he had intended to integrate to their pack. The female so highly rated that none had even be permitted to lay eyes on her. Then she was gone. So much for loyalty. A deserter was as bad as a traitor, and Max knew he would have to treat her appropriately for her sins.

Searching had been fruitless though, for the most part. He had become suspicious of his leader, feeling that he was all too aware of where she was hiding, but rather giving her the chance to return on her own will. For Maxim that was simply unacceptable. There was no way to come back from her absconding, not with any shred of dignity left about her. He just wanted her back in the reach of Kerberos, knowing she would be swiftly handed over, where he could satiate his growing blood lust with the chill of his teeth sinking into the warmth of her flesh.

The familiar howl on the air beckoned to him, and he travelled with weary legs back to where he had been based in the lengthy hunting of the escapee. There had been no sleeping, not with Ker and his deranged mind keeping the both of them awake. His only chance to rest had come at the sudden disappearance of the alpha, and that had only left him waking with his king covered in the blood and gore of some stranger, an innocent passer-by caught at the wrong time. Had anyone ever dared to defy the beast before? His mind could not recall. He had never in his time been this enraged though.

Coming in silence upon the scene, where the wench stood before the imposing shadow of the king, his tongue flashed across his lips in anticipation. Without a word or a sound he brought himself to the edge, standing off to one side and staring with piercing eyes only at the female. There was no bowing to his king, no kneeling at his feet, because his presence was not for him this time. His appearance was for her, and his voice rose in deep tones at the mere notion of her speaking to the king after she had been the one to run.

"Hush!" He sounded almost like the crackle of thunder that had rolled overhead not seconds before. "Thankless tramp!" Lips curled in a show of displeasure as eyes scanned her body, searching for whatever it was about her that had drawn such high ratings from his king. "Not another sound from that pitiful cavity until your prodigious king demands it."

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King of the Coast, Kerberos


There was barely sight left in his eyes by the time she came tail tucked toward him. Mouth turned up and his mouth twisted lightly, the anger was soft on his features and it could not be denied. It was a rage deep within in, and his mouth was tipped with a show of teeth. To think that he had offered her something precious and she had denied it. To think that the only gift he could give had been so... destroyed. His head was shaking even as he watched her come.

His snarl was instant at her voice, disgusted. You called me. Well it was a blessing he had not gone and simply yanked her out of the den and ripped her to shreds. He stepped forward, ready to take a chunk out of her. It was his intent, actually, until he curbed himself and threw himself in the other direction. Words rang out from behind the female, and he allowed Maxim to put together the thoughts that had been boiling in his mind.

"Pity you're not dead already." His voice was soft, "I was hoping my father would have broke through the gates of hell and taken you back down where he could rip you apart on a daily basis until it was my turn." His head turned and looked at her, his teeth showing in the front, the aggression danced in his eyes. "Yes, I think I would have quite liked to have your head rolling from your body on a nightly basis in my dreams! How dare you think you have earned any right to even stand before me."

"This handsome monster behind you is my one and only Maxim, known to you only as the Gatekeeper." His words were cutting, harsh. His smile was gruesome as he all but preened. His paws scrambled himself forward, coming to stand in the face of the unworthy. But his head was turned away, leaning out to Maxim as if he beckoned him forward. Come and play, ah. That was very appropriate. "Maxim is terribly tired, my handsome brute, he's been out looking for you faithfully... He's consoled me while I tried not to burst out and feed your heart to the seagulls..." His eye twinkled, harsh in the light.

"There is no one more in this world loyal to me than my dearest friend." His words purred respectfully, but then his head whipped, grazing teeth across the side of Namiko's head in threat. "He doesn't like seeing me like this... you see... He knows that when I'm this lost..." His body pushed forward, bumping into the female, pushing her back into the hold of the other. His panting was soft, the worked up attitude was something he was not overly confident in the matter of. His determined laughter brushed through the air, his body quaked.

"I could taste you right now, I could have you on my tongue..." His words purred, "You're so confident death is a release, but when I feast on you the day I kill you, know that I consume your soul before it ever leaves your body. You'll be trapped within me forever, you'll be taken down into the same pits my soul will go when I die so that we will share eternity together little wave, and I shall never let you go." The speech was enough to make sure he had her aware, his mouth twisted as his jaws parted and he reached to grope her neck in between his jaws, squeezing down without the intense pressure he could have issued. It was a threat. At the same time, it was a very special promise as well.

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The look in his eye was, quite frankly, terrifying. It took considerable willpower on her behalf to remain so close to him when his very presence had her fur standing on end. She cringed at the snarl, her ears flattening against her skull. Oh dear - he really was upset! She started at the deep voice that appeared out of nowhere, and she swung about so she could see the new arrival. He didn't look like much, but there was a malevolence in his gaze that frightened her more than Ker's anger did. She bristled at his words, but wisely kept her mouth shut. There wasn't much for her to say on the matter, anyway. She turned her focus back on Ker, one eye resting on the other male for safety's sake. Not that there was anything she could do to protect herself from either of the wolves present. They outweighed her easily, and anger was a motivating factor in accomplishing difficult feats. No, if she ran, they would be on her in a heartbeat. If she stayed put...well, they'd still be on her in heartbeat. She forced her jaws to remain closed, her instinct for survival curbing the desire to point out that she was only standing here because he had called for her. In all honesty, she'd rather not be standing here! Instead she stayed dutifully silent, her heart pounding heavily in her ears. She didn't like the talking...not when it was quite obvious that she wasn't here for words alone. Maxim. Gatekeeper. Zara's terror at the mere mention of the name sprang to mind and she needed to close her eyes to take a rallying breath. No, things were not going to go well today. But she needed to stay strong - she could afford to crumble now. Not when so much was at stake. As her alpha continued to speak, she opened her eyes again, confusion evident across her features. Looking for her? Why on earth had Maxim been looking for her when she'd been in the den the whole time? Surely Kerberos had known she was there. He would have scented her each time he lumbered past. "Why look for me when I've been in the den since the trespasser's...execution?" Her voice was little more than a whisper, dread constricting her throat. She scrambled away from him, ducking closer to the ground as his teeth made contact with her brow. Not enough to draw blood, but a potent warning all the same. She was too busy focusing on his words to realise that he had back-tracked. His face loomed suddenly before hers and she hurried backwards without thought until something very solid and quite alive met her rump. She froze, her awareness centring on the two very live males at her front and back. She felt the need to correct Ker's assumption that the soul was a physical entity that could be consumed...but his jaws around her throat brought silence upon her lips. No need to make things any more difficult for herself, after all. She was careful not to move, her flanks quivering with each shallow breath. They were at a turning point, and she closed her eyes. She wasn't quite brave enough to stare the inevitable in the face...and to actually watch them punish her would simply douse the weak candle of forgiveness she held tightly in her heart. She couldn't let them extinguish that. She couldn't allow them to ruin their only hope at redemption. "Speech"

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MAXIM

He knew when it was his time to shine, to serve his kind as had been appointed in the past, and this was yet another opportunity for him to demonstrate to the beast why he was so much more worthy than anyone else in the pack. In the world and the universe beyond. Perhaps the brute would never love him, but he knew in his heart that he could get closer to the heart of the psychotic wolf than any other could even dream of. Proving his place was an absolute necessity. There was so much that needed to be done now that the deceitful little female had been captured, though he never thought for a second that he has been lied to about her location.

Picking his time, he shifted from the side to stand behind her while his alpha came to her front, and intense eyes gazed as the two had their exchange. He'd come to rest on his haunches, vibrating with anticipation, taking a serious lesson in self-control to resist the urge to lunge at her then and there. They had her pinned, pegged down, stuck between a rock and a hard place. His eyes widened when she started to back up and his tongue flashed across his lips with readiness. Their king was leading her back within his reach. She was being presented as a gift to him from the one creature he admired more than himself.

The touch of her body into his heavy chest had him sucking in a deep breath. How he resisted the urge to devour her on the spot was a mystery. Their king was still speaking though, and he watched and listened with intent, just in case there were any subtle hints given about what he was expecting in terms of how she was punished. Nothing. Eyes widened as he watched her throat come into the grasp of her ruler, and there could be no holding back. The king had sent his message, the rest was up to him, and he would leap into his role without a thought, without a care. This was everything he lived for.

While the king took a hold of her throat, his own mouth lunged forward as he rose to his feet and threw his jaws at the back of her neck and bit down with all the force that he could find. His heart pounded in his ears, this was not the same as the mere warning that Ker was offering. His grip was tigther, and more harsh. Within seconds he could feel his fangs piercing the flesh on the back of her neck and the taste of her blood against the soft flesh of his tongue. Was he about to snap her neck? He certainly seemed to be trying, the deepest of growl vibrating out of his chest as he pushed with his weight to try and pin her to the ground, though it was beginning to spatter with droplets of her blood.

His tail curled and his ears pinned, with lips that rose to show as much off as he could, his eyes cracked open to look up at the king he adored, watching as the beast took a step back, searching for approval in the eyes of the lone spectator. Teeth seemingly tightened more, body shifting to the side simply for position, where he lifted his forepaws from the ground to pin his weight and the hateful female. This was going to be a delight, and his head started to shake just enough to send a pointed message of his own without outright killing her.

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King of the Coast, Kerberos


The taste of her flesh against his tongue was a temptation that he could barely refrain himself from. The problem in the matter was that at heart, Kerberos had begun to treasure the taste of the flesh from his own kind. He liked to feel the strength on his tongue, he liked to know that he was surviving on those who could not defeat him. It caused him to shudder, the pleasure of delicately holding her neck, almost in an embrace, was enough to make him excited.

But then he was pulling back when his companion lunged to take her, and he wisely knew when to share. His eyes danced at he glared at the female with the look of the wild in his eyes. "I recall Maxim gave you can order, Namiko." His voice was quiet, powerful. "Why would you dare defy him?" Of course, being at the end of the massive jaws trained to cut through the flesh of another wolf was always a good reason to get a little defiant.

His breathing was quicker as he watched, seeing the female manhandled so graciously. It caused his tail to way in the slowest of forms, his eyes wide with pleasure as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Yes, it was definitely exciting to see her getting what she deserved. It was a rush through his system that could not be denied, and his husky growl proved he was much involved with the moment. His body paced forward, but he stayed out of the way as best as he could.

"The problem with someone with heart and courage like yourself is that you expose yourself so prettily, Little Wave." His words were husky on the air, almost preening as he caught Maxim's eyes, and offered a play bow. Dropping his front end, his single blue-grey eye shined with pleasure. Mouth parted and his eagerness shined on his features.

"I know everything about you already, and you've only been mine such a short time." His words were casual, even as he crept behind the pair. His body came up along side Maxim's, giving him an encouraging little nip on the shoulder. "Maxim has been looking for a replacement for Zara under him... if you're so hateful to me and don't want me that much, I could give you to him..." His words taunted softly.

"My Maxim is not so gentle, he's our Gatekeeper - you would have to be the model of obedience or he would have to break your legs so you would be forced into that role." His words tutted softly, "I'd rather you walking so you could see the ocean with me from time to time." It was such a shame, she had abandoned him! Perhaps he should have given her away, perhaps it would have eliminated her from his mind a little faster.

It caused him to roll his body back, sitting down as his blink was sorrowful. Could he really do it?

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Ker's question rang heavily on her ears, though she took it to be rhetorical and didn't answer. Considering the pain at her neck, she was fairly sure she was excused of answering. That, and they'd been hushing and shushing her up until now, so it would be rather hypocritical of them to suddenly demand an answer. The pain at her nape grew sharper, a dampness welling up that certainly was only attributed to Maxim's saliva. She could feel the blood seep through her white coat, leaving little streams of crimson in its wake. She whimpered as the unforgiving jaws clamped inexorably tighter, the small piece of bone that kept her body functioning getting closer and closer to the male's grasp. She held herself completely still, terrified that a wrong move in her behalf would have her spine snapped. If that would have guaranteed her death, she might well not have worried to much. As it was, the mere notion of losing the function of her legs whilst her heart still beat and her mind still worked was simply too devastating to entertain. She listened to Kerberos like a drowning man grasping a life vest. Anything to keep her mind off the warm breath and heavy body that was bearing down on her. Maxim began to shake her, rattling her about like a broken toy and she felt the flesh at her neck begin to give way. She cried out, her eyes clenched fiercely shut lest she catch the look on Ker's face. Damn, it was painful. She felt sick, her head spinning in dizzying circles with each jerked motion. She was given a moment'd respite, her legs trembling like leaves in an autumn gale. She could feel the blood trickling down her shoulder, its metallic scent sharp in her nose. She was almost grateful when the male shifted, his weight pushing her earthwards. She let her legs fold gracefully, her body nestled against the unyielding earth. It was cold to the touch; as cruel and unforgiving as the males who towered above her. Her captor's voice cut through the fog of pain that numbed her mind, and it took her a while to process what precisely had been meant. The very thought of having either of the males on top of her, forcing her to bear their young was sickening. But given the choice, she was fairly sure she'd choose Ker. She had the distinct feeling he wasn't lying when he said he was kinder than Maxim. Part of her wondered whether a form of answer was expected, the other part was too concerned with the light-headedness that was beginning to set in. See the ocean again. Those words jolted her eyes open, the pain-infused gaze landing squarely on Kerberos. She couldn't speak - didn't even know what to say - so she simply stared at him. How she yearned for the cold waves, their hushed murmur on her stressed mind! She tried to find something to say that wouldn't condemn her further when her head was yanked upwards by Maxim's strong hold. She cried out again, a pitiful sound like the curlews that danced above the waves. Her eyes closed again as she tried and failed to escape the stabbing ache at her neck. He was going to snap her spine, soon, her small body jerking with each sharp pull of those jaws. "Speech"

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MAXIM

What greater gift was there than the approving look of the beast one loved? Cracked eyes observed as he held the scruff of the female and worked her to the ground, always looking for that shine of approval from the beast who dominated every single aspect of his world. The taste of the blood and the scent was exciting, but when he watched the bow of his king made in play his heart really began to race in his chest, the harsh thudding in his ears more than enough to drown out the shrieks and cries of the pained body beneath him. His weight proved too much, but he would lift her head by the torn skin of her neck and in a swift and violent motion swing it crashing back down to the hard gorund beneath her.

Presuming by the sickening crack that her body would be stunned, he released his grip to unleash a series of thrilled barking yaps as his tongue rolled across his blood-stained muzzle. His head turned to the other male at his shoulder, and his tongue flashed across the muzzle of his lord. His excitement was obvious, his body unable to keep still as he took a few strides forward in a prancing motion, his head high and his tail curled as he did a quick lap of the grounded body. Perhaps he had not knocked her hard enough though - certainly not hard enough to know her out completely, but what kind of fool would try to rise and run with these two manic beasts towering over her.

"Yes!" His voice rang out in delight as he did a single lap of the other two creatures in short bounding strides like a young pup circling his first ever kill. Coming back to stand at the head of the female, one fore paw lifted from the ground, and came down upon the top of her muzzle in a harsh stomp of his feet, making sure to include his claws in the press as he watched with those same wide eyes at the other male, constantly, forever watching for those looks of approval.

"Imagine..." he panted, keeping his paw on the top of her head as he gazed at the larger male "...my young would not be birthed of the norm, after that hapless bitch and her failure." His head shook, blood-tainted drool flinging from his mouth as he forgot to swallow back in his frenzy. His head would lower towards the girl, every sharp exhale causing a series of gruff little growls. "You would be not but a sacrifice for the greater good. A body to nurture my life, hussy." Panting, his tail would slash at the air with the images that flashed through his mind. "Should they not tear straight from your stomach with a savage fatality, my fangs would shred your gut and pull them free of my own chosen will."

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King of the Coast, Kerberos

Maxim's pleasure, so long as Kerberos had ever been able to acknowledge, had been primarily the cause of torture. It had never been something they had spoken blatantly about, but the fact of the matter was that the dark male had never seen the other satisfied. For that reason, he allowed his assumptions to roll. While he knew that Maxim was close to him, he was oblivious. That was something that could be said even while the male pranced around.

Ah, the male was not to miss an opportunity though. When the male moved up along the side of the other, he peered down at the female that had been crying out. His body was warm with the heat of the thrill, but he dared not use her. It would have been unfair, it would have been a reward when she was being punished. Regardless, like a cat almost, he rubbed himself against his companion gingerly as he bent down and sniffed her bloodied fur.

The grunt was one of approval, and his sigh filled the air. "What a pity it would be - but the moment I let you go, you do become free for all. You abolish my protection, you see." There was so much about the pack that she still needed to learn. The fact that any male could have her if he pulled back from her, the fact that Maxim could take her and slaughter her under his claim as he pleased. While it might have made him... regretful, it was something he had been pushed to before.

His tongue flicked out over her blood, and he moaned softly with the taste of it on his tongue. Tail straight up in the air, he curled his lips as he moved forward to lap gently at the taste. Quite the moment they were sharing, to be sure, and when his head lifted that single eye was on Maxim again.

"You are magnificent, my friend." The wolf cooed huskily, blood flicking off his tongue as he backed up, wolfish grin coating his face. "I could never do something so simple with as much damage as you." Perhaps it was because Ker did not do well with playing. He was more adept as just killing his food, his father would have thought it rude otherwise. To prolong needless suffering was effective, but Kerberos thought himself merciful; it was simply the time for others to take the lead when the dirt of blood was to get under the claws.

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She groaned with each angry dash of her head against the frozen ground, her head ringing. She didn't bother to fight - what use was there when she was a third of their size and weight? A particularly energetic thrust on Maxim's behalf gave way to a sickening crunch and she howled at the sharp pain that lanced through her head. Her vision was spotted with stars, her head throbbing with each painful beat of her heart. It didn't feel like she'd broken anything, but something was definitely fractured. She tried to part her jaws slightly, blood from her bitten tongue cloying her senses. Even the slightest move increased the agony and she numbly decided that she'd sustained a fractured jaw. The ground shuddered beneath her, but she was too concerned with breathing steadily in a vain attempt to block out the pain to wonder what has happening. The pounding headache had her feeling sick, the blood in her mouth only heightening the impulse to retch. If only she had the strength to right herself! She flinched at the sudden contact, the gentleness of Ker's caress so at odds with the past minutes of abject agony. He was warm and solid, and she was painfully reminded on Nico. The thought of her only proper friend helped her rally her tattered thoughts. She couldn't afford to lose her wits now, no matter how much her body cried out at the injustice of this torture. She whimpered as something soft and damp made contact with the open wound at her neck. Damn, that stung! She couldn't help the soft moan that crept past her lips when Kerberos moved away. There had been a modicum of comfort in the solidness of his body - a moment of respite from whatever madness his loyal follower was concocting. She gasped for breath at the sudden weight upon her muzzle, her fractured jaw screaming with agony at the pressure. If she'd had sufficient air in her lungs, she would have shrieked. All she managed to do, though, was choke on the blood and saliva. Each jerk of her ribcage jolted her aching head into the sharp claws at her muzzle. "Ouch" she gurgled, her features scrunched into deep lines of pain. "That hurts." She was vaguely aware that that comment would garner either a growl of 'shut up' or a derisive laugh of 'that's the point, dear'. Still, perhaps it was best to show that she was accepting of whatever was in store for her. The glee in Maxim's voice as he detailed the exact methods he would use on her had her quivering. Now she could fully understand Zara's terror at the mere mention of his name, and she found herself wishing beyond hope that Ker didn't give up on her. No, she would go to great lengths to prevent that from happening if she had been given the chance. She couldn't help but open her eyes, terrified gaze resting on Ker as he watched from the sidelines. He couldn't assign her to such a fate! He simply couldn't! "Speech"

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MAXIM

Ker's voice was a song in his ears, a beautiful little tune that made him want to sing out with delight. Still standing with one paw on the top of that wretched muzzle, his head would rise even higher with pride, that tail remaining curled as it whipped from one side to the other with such ferocity that it beat on either side of his hips. His body was bright, his stance full of sheer delight at the approval that had been handed down to him. His moment of bliss was interrupted, disturbed by the gargling sounds from beneath the weight of his pads. His ears shot back in a flash, and he shifted his position and released some of the pressure, but only so that he could go about reprimanding her for once against speaking out of turn.

Stepping back he would drop to the ground, laying flat on his stomach in front of the female, with his nose so close to her that he was almost breathing into her lungs. The snarl was brief, lips curling momentarily despite the fact she was avoiding his eyes apparently in favour of their king. "Once again you speak without address." The displeasure was obvious, his words a low and threatening tone as he spent a few long moments inhaling the scent of her blood against the cold ground beneath the two of them. Eyes flashed to the king for a half second, before that soul-crushing gaze came back to the shattered face of the female who was only beginning to learn just how harsh he could be.

"My king." He called for his attention, body frozen in place like a statue. "She runs, returning with the bravery to raise her voice when it is not desired." Standing slowly, his bones would crack simply by the tension in his muscles. Suddenly the girl was nothing but an ornament in the snow, his feet carried him to stand before his ruler, though his aggressive mood took a complete turn. He bowed down at the feet of the alpha, his chest still heaving as he rose only when allowed to do so, only he would not step back as normal, instead pushing forward and shoving the top of his head under the chin of the larger male before walking along his side and brushing his body along the other.

He dropped only once the tips of their tails had kissed, rolling over onto his back and half-way onto his opposite side, his tail tucked tightly up against his exposed stomach as his head craned back against the ground to offer up his throat. The whine was one of desperation, every strand of fur on his body bristled as he offered complete and utter submission as only the king of the coast was worthy of receiving.

"Release her." His request was quiet, but sincere, made with softly closed eyes. "Free her putrid crevice to the rest of us, and allow me to make her understand what it means to defy the word of the mighty and triumphant king that is Kerberos." Still panting, he waited to be addressed, knowing the female was battered beyond the point of being able to escape. There was still punishment that needed to be handed out, and while he suspected his wish would be denied at such an early stage of her welcome, it gave his mind the time to think about what he could conjure when he was refused.

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King of the Coast, Kerberos

The realization that the female on the ground could not take that much abuse, not for the time being, was coming back into his mind. As angry as he had been, he could feel his motions coming to pass. There was a motion that washed through him, and his lips turned up and the sigh rolled out of him. His head cocked to the side at the sound of her protest, and he simply stared with that single eye.

Now she was sore? Now, after hurting him as had been done? It hardly made a difference in his mind, and attention strayed from her. Maxim was in the mood to perform, it seemed. His wolfish grin reappeared, more for the benefit of any gaze that might have been offered. The excitement was still burning through his body, and his mind wandered.

What other female was near? The thought stabbed through his mind, a wince of a shock coming. His hunger was more than he could have ever guessed, and his body vibrated with the want. It was a pity this was all her fault, he had been so hungry for it. "Little Wave, if you would only try, it would not have to hurt like it does." His words were soft out of his lips, but flat. They were not an apology, just a statement that needed to be understood.

But then his Gatekeeper was curling around him like he was a pair of legs to be tripped, and posture stiffening only slightly with the display that was welcomed to him. Mouth parted, and the husky chuckled rolled out of his mouth. Yes, she was getting a few minutes of reprieve, simply because he needed to pay attention to the wolf at his feet.

His head leaned down, and his jaws parted wide, taking the other's neck in his jaws. The pressure was soft, a notion of respect. It was a rare time that Kerberos would not rip out the throat of a male. Most of them took too much effort to prove their worth. So his tongue lolled against the pulse of the neck in his jaws, and he offered a wolfish purr.

"Not this time," His whisper was a caress when he pulled back, raising his head to look at Namiko. "I think I ought to be merciful, don't you?" His words were soft, even as he stepped pointedly over the crazed ally. It was a pointed show, how well he would walk over everyone in his path. As he went to stand over the female, he bowed down and nuzzled the limp creature, sighing happily. "I do think I would miss you yet, little Wave. For a few moments, you make me feel less than dead."



ooc:| @teme & @foxy.

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She forgot to breathe when Maxim's face loomed suddenly before hers, his blood-stained breath washing over her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered shut. She simply couldn't look into that face - those eyes. Her head and neck ached beyond imagination, and the more she looked into that cruel face, the colder her heart would become. She couldn't stop them breaking her body, but she would do her best to keep her heart from damnation. Perhaps they weren't deserving of forgiveness, but someone had to be open enough to offer it. They were already stretching the limits of her compassion with the very setup of this place...she couldn't afford to let them cut away at her hope. Ker's words turned sluggishly through her mind. Yes, it could have been so much easier. She could have made her life so much more bearable if she had simply cooperated. Perhaps now she would. Now that she was fully informed of the consequences and had Nico's unspoken promise in her heart. She breathed a sigh of relief when Maxim left her. She let the coldness of the ground ease the pounding in her temple. She couldn't quite drown out the Gatekeeper's plea for her life, and she forced her gaze to land on Kerberos. "No" she whispered, weak with the manhandling. "Please not." She made no effort to hide the desperation in her tone, the plea in her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Maxim's show of utter adoration was sickening, but she forced herself to watch. She needed to know that Kerberos did - words could never speak as much as an action. Her heart stuttered in her ribcage, fear causing adrenaline to course through a body that ached too much to move. Finally, after what seemed like an age, the verdict was passed. She exhaled in a grateful rush, gritting her teeth against the pain as she raised her head. It took the remaining strength in her body to keep her head upright long enough run her tongue along Ker's jaw. She let it fall back to the ground as gently as her torn neck would allow, wincing at the contact of her cheek on the ground. "Thank you, my King" she whispered, her voice catching on the title. Small steps, Nico had told her. Referring to him as king wouldn't kill her - at least it was better than master. "Speech"

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MAXIM

Rejection of his proposition was expected, but it did not exactly turn out in the way that he had planned. There was a very distinct difference between the king rejecting him, and the king giving in to the hearty pleas of the battered female that lay broken and abused on the chilled ground of the black coast. What part of her narrow mind found it so difficult to come to terms with the fact she was expected to remain mute in the presence of the two brutish males. He bit back the snarl though and instead basked in the attention of Kerberos, arching his neck up into those jaws for the moment they were present and allowing the larger beast to stand above before the female beckoned his attentions.

Jealousy was rife, but rolling back to an upright position and sitting calmly on his haunches, he held back the growl that was bubbling up in his chest. How dare she lay her tongue upon his fur! He saw the gesture as one of affection, rather than as a plea for mercy. Head shaking, he pushed forward and enclosed on the space at her rear, much in the way things had been at the beginning of her torturous episode. Blood stained her white fur, and while his body had never really had an interest in taking a claim to her, there was still that sting in the back of his mind that ached to make her feel pain.

Head turning, he'd sink low to the ground without quite laying, and a firm nudge of his muzzle came against the cowering hindquarters of the one he was forced to spare. Jaws came to grab the centre of her tucked tail, and rising back with it held firmly between his teeth, he'd drag it from between her legs and twist it lightly in his grip. Snarling still, his breathing finally beginning to calm, he could feel the bones against his teeth, and the countless ridges between each one pressed gently against the flesh of his tongue.

His squeeze started slowly, and his eyes rose to meet the face of his dominant. He was showing mercy, his mood had shifted from punishment to education, and so the smaller brute silently sought permission before daring to crack the rough cartilage in his mouth. The frown was slight however, at the disapproving look that was given. Confusion rocked him to the core, but without daring to question, his grip loosened gradually, until that furred length slipped free of his mouth albeit with a rather obvious coating of his hungered drool to show the sign of his intents.