If I B O W E D Would You? x.Loni & Sekhmet.x

[Destiny]

That made me wanna cease to breathe....
....I can't breathe as I bleed...

"Please God- Wait, who's 'God'? Shit. Who am I s'posed to be praying to again? Death, Lupus? Tartarus? Golden Wolf? That last one sounds right...." Mumbled random words of a lone tyrant were hardly making any sense. And wouldn't, to any who were unfamiliar with his general personality and such things. Of course, even those who had dwelled long enough in territories dictated to this bastard of a wolf probably wouldn't realize. Naturally, this was because they were all dead. Yay killing things! "...Ah screw it. I'll pray to Kittens. THERE. I said it. KITTENS! K-I-T-T-E-N-S! I'M PRAYING TO FRIGGIN' KITTENS! HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT SOCIETY!?"

...I don't know why I cut myself...
Push in on my chest until theres nothing left...

Once again, the blood-thirsty, should have a "WANTED" sign plastered over his heart brute was alone. Of course, wasn't this the course of every day in Loni's life? Well, not every day. Just most of them. The sun was beating down relentlessly somewhere outside this deep-dark cavern. Probably cooking his latest kill.. Er... Kills. Mmm, mm. Puppies! To be honest, he hadn't wanted to do it. But no one had to know that. And really - if you get lost that far from home, what do you expect to happen? Ah-DUH! Massive paws pushed muscled figure up and away from stony floor, red stained claws making a slight 'clicking' sound as he padded along. Humongous figure squeezing up through the tunnels, and out into the horrid, damn days sun.

Along the edge of the cliff, which looked down into a deep, dark, fathomless abyss, several bodies were strewn. Exact coloration of these pups could not be determined; bodies were mostly stained with blood, though all kills seemed to have been clean. Quick and painless. Weird; that had NEVER been Loni's style. Of course, everything is subject to change. Right? Bastard strolled on over to the first body, grabbed by the scruff, and flung down the tunnel to his many cavernous pits. "Bye bye, little Jestos. Who was your mommy and daddy again? Oh, thats right! That would be Carolina and Sothis. Ho-hum. I feel soooo bad for them. In fact, I felt so bad, that I went ahead and-" Fearsome jaws grabbed the second limp body, clearly female, and flung it down too. "-Killed your little sister Laxus too! YAY! Brother and sister reunion!" Cackling quietly, he strode over to the next two bodies. These didn't much seem like pups, older really, and both held defensive wounds. "Aw. Two little Yozoran play-mates, laid down to rest together. How cute." These he kicked roughly in the direction of his little tunnel. "Bye bye, Anora! I'm sure Olive and Lyell will miss their sweet little bitch of a daughter! And you too, Kimba! I'll make sure to tell Pernille and Caspian- Oh, wait! I don't care about them."

There was only one more body. A small, silver hued wolf, who's pelt held glimmer's of night throughout - maybe an undercoat? This little male was very much alive. However, his slow breathing would make any think twas just another piece of road kill. As did the crows that were beginning to flock. "Get on ya worthless scavengers! M' son ain't dead yet!" Bored snarl, but they fled. Of course, not until after his lengthy claws slashed through the air next their neck feathers. Falling back on 'is haunches, Loni stared down at the sleeping bundle of his son, Michio. Svel would scream when she found out that one of her little darlings had finally been snatched up. But oh well, he'd enjoy it. "Now, where was I... Oh yes! PRAISE KITTENS!" And with that, not-so-crazy brute let out a long stream of harsh, snarling laughs.

....But what you did was senseless...

[Sivoncé™]

-Some time ago, across the mountains-

Sekhmet waited for her Romeo in the cold, howling winds. She watched him walk away, ears alert and twitching, but then the stupid guy just up and tumbled off the cliff, head of horns and all. She shrugged, then plodded on her way down across mountain snows. "It's a shameful waste, a good moose like that. DAMNIT, I had a craving for moose, too...."

-Yesterday-

So...this is....strange.
The packland expanse laid out before her on her mountainside perch. She was on the mountain foothills, now, finally leaving the snowy rcoksides behind for greener, summer terras. If she had been a mountain wolf, maybe she would've stayed longer. Well, it's been nearly a year, hasn't it? Stuck way up there. Haven't done anything evil in a while, either. Wolves would start thinkin' I'm dead, or something.
As it is, they probably think this is the new Christmas and I'm Santa Claus.

The lithe, brown figure swerved once more to the steep mountainsides.
Eh. Screw this.

-Three Years Ago-

"Black Fury's gonna take us down if we don't get some new recruits, sis!" Nepthys spat furiously, pelt prickled, eyes irate. Black Fury'd marched up and gave his noble 'I Am Eviler Than Thou' speech the night before. Apparently he was starting up some gang, and had cordially invited the sisters to join.
Nothing was said about what would happen to OUR gang...psh, who am I kidding, what gang? We kill everyone we enlist, or we abduct unwilling wolves and it just gets messy...
"Yeah? Well, maybe we can hang with him for a while, check out his tactics, then do one hell of a reverse drive, sound good?"
"Yeah, sure, sure."
Three moons later, Nepthys was killed in the first assault Black Fury led on the Destinians.

-A Few Moons Ago-

Sekhmet came across a band of rogues. One was a muscular male, sizing her up with lustful eyes.
"We could use you, you'd be a strong addition to our band." He swept his eyes wistfully over her bodice, a twisted smirk upon his maw. "That is, I could use you."

She killed the bastard first.
The other two groveled their plea being that she could be their new alpha. They both took good kicks in the gut, flying from the cliffs.
She stepped back to watch her handiwork as it dropped, then padded onward, snarls peeling from her in an incessant rumble.
No. Wolf. EVER...UGH!

-Present-

It was Loni. Romeo.
Not the Romeo for a starving she-wolf...the Romeo for the she-wolf named Sekhmet, goddess of warfare. His laugh was unmistakable. She'd had her fair share of evil cackling, and she knew his like she knew his scent, like she knew his eyes, like she knew his pelt.
Better than she knew her own.
His shadow was tall and thrasing against the rock faces, body shaking as the insanity shook him.
She froze, in dilemma.
Do I run back, tackle him and shower him with sweet nothings?
Do I say nothing, wait for him to see me?
Do I speak?
What do I say?
What do I do?
Nothing fit.
So she stared, fascinated, just watching.

[Destiny]

I swear to Kittens I will kill you all...
.......And when I do, there will be no mercy...
.....Unless you're cute.. In which case, I'll eat your ears first, and then your heart...

Insanity? Oh, no, no, no, no, my darling! This was hardly that, if anything such. Sure, Loni was a little out of his tree, but not clinically insane or anything. Although.. Have you ever seen his PerfectMatch.com profile? I swear, under 'Past Times' it says "Enjoys long walks around volcano's, gnawing on the bones of unsuspecting victims, random slaughter, and - lets not forget - eating wolf's hearts! Oh. And throwing things over cliffs. Thats always fun." But really, he's not quite... Insane. Er. Because this all makes such a convincing argument, eh?

.....Ooooh... Shiney....
Wait... .... Is that a hip bone? OH JOY!

Claws scraped against the long-past blood stained stone, violent cackles causing massive upper body to shake. Finally, head tossed to the sky, which had darkened to sunset's bloody rouge. Falling a step backward, body was pushed upward, front paws not pulled close to his 'chest' area at the moment, either. Night and fire painted canvas - of course - gleamed an odd hue in the dying sun's last rays, shimmering beneath the light. Head tossed back, ears still perked, jaws parted to reveal bloodied fangs. Deep, snarling howl of maniacal laughter escaped figure. If you've ever seen a werewolf in a horror movie, thats what one would think they were looking at as of current. How weird.

Tickity tickity tick tock,
I've struck the clock, the hour is twelve,
But thats only because I cheated and changed the time! Hoo ha!

"Oh, tra la la la la. What to do, what to do, with my little brat here. Come to think of it, how many more random spawn do I have running around? Oh, bah. I don't even care anyway." Loni grabbed Michio by his silvery scruff, and took several steps backward. Eyes surveyed the cliff side for a few moments, finally picking a small cavern next to his main tunnel. Massive figure squeezed inside for a few moments, leaving the still dozing pup curled up on a small nest of Raven's feathers and possibly wolf fur. As Loni retreated, flaming gaze steady on the little entrance, he continued to speak. "I only wanted you because I knew it would piss off your mommy dearest ever so much. And I hate her. Just because I can."

Don't you see,
I'm an asshole! And you love me anyway!

Rising to stand, Loni gave body a massive heave, and several stones, a bur, and some... Wolf fur... All fell to the stone beneath. With a sniff- Wait, now, just hold on a second. Body, finely sculpted and all that jazz, froze in mid movement. Jaws parted, taking a nice, deep inhale. Holy shit.. Backing away from the cliff face a little, brute slowly turned his body, tail waving behind figure. Stare settled directly on Sekhmet. "................." ...Holy.. Fucking... Kittens...

Of course, even assholes can be surprised now and then.
As you can currently see.

[Sivoncé™]

Sekhmet did not see the pups. Not yet. In more ways than one, Loni was lucky.

Never had she felt the butterflies and rain dances that wolves of "purity" named love. Instead, she felt her blackness press closer, turning from roughness to infinite silk. She felt her heart pure enough -- pure in its hateful satanic beating. She was pure. She knew love. In other ways than any other wolf would know. She knew more than love.
She knew what it was to love Loni.
And, for that matter, to be loved by Loni.
As she stared at him, she didn't feel summertime in her veins.
She felt the beautiful white cold of winter at her limbs, within her bloodstream, supporting her limbs. She felt a forward pull, as if he was her sun, and she was the orbiting moon. Or maybe it was the opposite. It didn't matter. They had been rotating too long outside of their orbits. Now...something was happening. Something. What? Who knew. But something. Super Nova.

"Loni."
It wasn't a question, like a wandering she-wolf looking for a lost love. A statement. A fact. Something set in stone. Solid as he was standing there.

And then the pups' dead bodies, laying ravaged, sighted between the gaps of his limbs.

Her eyes diverted from his immediately, diverted from the pups, away to the rocks, and she stumbled back, periolously close the the edge of the world, hanging precariously on an crumbling precipice.
"No...no, not Loni."
This couldn't be the same wolf.
Evil, yes, he'd always been. But....
No.
It wasn't fair. She'd kept him in good light this past year. She'd convinced herself that he hadn't left her, he'd been whisked away, they'd been seperated, they would find each other again. And she knew it was a true. And it was, literall speaking. Metaphorically, she hadn't met just to find him physically. She meant to find him as she'd found him that night in the rain, when they'd been in love, and that was all. When morals and definitions of what's good and what's evil and where the murderer draws the lines....none of this just mattered. All it had been was black satin curtains curling over her.
This was not the wolf she planned on raising pups with.
This was not her mate.
Not anymore.
It's a lie. It was a lie all along, wasn't it? Twisted little fuck thinks he can screw with me?
Murder washed over her gaze, and she raised her head once more now, her orbs in a gale as she raged at the monstrosity before her.
"You...you liar!"

[Destiny]

So, you see, you've seen the darker sides of me..
....But they're not really me..

There was something about the way he stared at past mate now. Some hint of forlorn, lost love in his gaze. For while wintertime was her, Fall was him. Except. In poor bastard's Fall, all the leaves were fake. How sad. But, yes. In the very deepest depths of his black, liquid amber gaze, there was something there. An emotion that only Sekhmet would've ever been able to realize. A plea that this wolf, with his horrid history, would never have so much as considered passing on to someone else. But what was it, exactly? In the entrance to his pain cavern, the bodies of pups, an odd mixture really, lay strewn. But that was not the hidden 'prize'.

Deep within the- Oh, to Hell with it. It was no where near deep. In fact, after entering that tunnel, it was the very first cavern that branched off. Not a large one, either. What could possibly dwell inside this cavern, you might ask? Really though, as it would take a monstrosity of a creature to scare such a killer as Loni. Wouldn't it? Well, the silver-blue beauty with her points of black, and scarred eye by mommy dearest, was the most horrific creature known to poor little Loni's world. Yeah, thats right. Hidden among the piles of bones, icy eyes open and glimmering with sheer delight, a horrific grin was plastered across this damsel's maw. Twas his one and only, of course. Sister, that is.

Please, for once in your life... Show some mercy..
U N D E R S T A N D...

The sky had darkened now, a deep blue painting its canvas of colors. No stars had yet emerged, and there was no moon to be seen. Wolf still stood, though at this point he was stock still. Tail not high in dominance, but just there, low, behind his figure. Ears drooped a little to the sides, shoulders tensed, noir and flame mixture of a coat standing on end. Jaws parted and closed. Was he trying to mouth something to her? Whatever it was, it wouldn't come out right. There was no fear scent from him, no scent of anguish, or terror. There was just Loni. And nothing more.

Inside the cavern, Akaira rose, and slid into the main entrance way. Body blending in well with the darkness, only her ice gaze would ever give away presence. But what was this mother-betrayed she-devil doing all the way out here, in her brother's cave? And how had she found it in the first place? No matter. Sekhmet probably couldn't see 'er yet, anyway.

Why, don't you know?
Families fight.

".........No....." But more bastard sensed her horrific presence behind him, and dared not say more. Please, Sekhmet... You have to put the pieces together.... You're smarter then this. Wake the Hellfire up and realize it. Careful not to move any of body, to signal that he was doing something more, Loni finally managed to mouth something to her. Help me.

Of course,
Most families don't threaten each other with death.

[Sivoncé™]

He just stood there. No remorse. No regret. Just stood. He gaped a little bit, eyes wide. Not even a hateful remark. Nothing to solidify any conclusion Sekhmet had drawn. Nothing that would allow her to throw him from the cliff, nothing that would permit her to squeeze the life from him as this sight now suffocated her. Not confirmation of her accusations. The words hung in their air, draped above Loni's head. Shadows flitted behind him, her eyes narrowed to arrow slits.

His mouth began to move then, no sound, just the outlines of words. Not even words. He was trying to speak, she knew, and her resolve faltered. His eyes, wide, not fearful, but something else....something else. There was something here that she was not seeing. He had his meaning, just trying to wrap it around words...
Help me.

Her world reeled in reverse.
Loni had asked for...for help?
She forced her eyes to the forms of the pups once more. A shadow fell across their forms now. Not Loni's shadow.
She locked her eyes with Loni's and let their emotion intensity. A hatred burned inside of her now. It was more than just the resurrection of Blood Mist that now scorched these lands with their maniacal monstrosities. No, tyrants of a different kind danced here. Brands of fire. She was alight, her form heated by the searing fever that flowed through her instantly. Sekhmet tasted fear, now, but like Loni, it was not fear in a tangible sense, but rather intense knowledge. Knowledge of the she-wolf behind him, of the story that twined the three of them together. Akaira had crossed Sekhmet only once, when she and Loni had raided her little home, smashed apart pieces of her illusional family. Akaira deserved it.

And she'd come back for Sekhmet's family. The only one left.

-Three Years Ago-

"Nepthys, don't leave me....I...don't leave me!" The words were screamed to a rising sun, lupine figures dipped in crimson as the blazing sphere of fire cast red outlines upon them.
But she was gone. Already left. Ripped from her by--

-Present-

---Destinians. Damn them. Damn them to the fiery fangs of Hellfire, cast them in the shadows of Tartarus! I'll kill you, bitch, I'LL KILL YOU!
Her livid rage was alive and scintillating the air around her as she lunged. But not at Loni. Not now, at least.
She slammed into Akaira, fangs sinking into the soft flesh of the sweet little angel, sweet little angel that pretended to be so innoccent. Like it was an excuse, just because she killed Destiny, to torture and burn and seek vengence. She might've loved Destiny, but the scar she bore told the story of no love returned. She pinned her foe, eyes inches away from Akaira's, hot breath steaming plumes across the witch's face.
"You fight for a pack with no love for you, for a mother with no love for you! Or you fight for yourself, but what is it that gives you this right? You kill sisters, you turn brothers into machines that kill pups, that kill dreams, that kill me! You've turned me into a wolf with a purpose: a purpose to murder. To murder you! You know something? I'll die doing it too, I don't care what happens to me! My mate lived to see your breath cut from your body, whether he lives or dies, I don't know, but I'll cut you straight through, princess, straight through!"
The assasin purged Akaira's flesh with eager incisors.

[Destiny]

Sheep say, sheep say, sheep say, sheep, sheep, sheep...

Well he was a sheep right now, after all. No, not a chicken. Chickens are surprisingly intelligent, actually. It is the sheep who mindlessly follows the other members, whether tis a good thing or a bad. It is also the sheep who walks into death because the one in front of it says so. Isn't that what he had done? She had shown up one day, a moon or so back, all ripe and ready for the time to come. Had lain down her orders, put in place who was boss here, and made all the decisions since. He muttered, and cursed, and befouled the name of every possibly wolf or creature over it all when she wasn't present. But how often was this? Some days one followed the other through the woods, the mountains, as he hunted. As he did his work; assassinated whoever he was told to. However he was told to. So, had he not become the sheep, the play thing, the follower of her? Despite the fact that she would ultimately lead him to his own death, a terrible, sad, painful demise. Yes. Loni was a sheep, and Akaira was the ram. And Sekhmet? She was the herder. Praise be to Kittens for her right now.

Where the west,
Was all but won.
All alone smokin' his last cigarette.
I said where you been.
He said ask anything.
Where were you, when everything was fallin' apart?

Startlingly colored witch wolf simply 'lowed a smirking devil of a grin to slip across facial features. The deep, furious, poisonous hatred that boiled in the very depths of her icy colored eyes burned past dearest brother Loni. Yes indeed. For was it really he who she wanted? Nooo. Well. Yes and no. But where there was Loni, there was Sekhmet. And Sekhmet had helped to take away the only thing Akaira had left. Her last family. The one who had truly accepted her. And Akaira would never forgive Sekhmet this, this atrocity. She had not deserved this punishment. For once, she had been happy. Happy. Truly, blissfully, pleasantly happy, with Santi and Darius, and their beautiful pups. But no, this wretch of an excuse for a wolf? She couldn't let poor little Akaira be, oh no. And Loni had led her there. So they both deserved to die. Horrible, painful, deaths, at that.

No one will ever change this animal I have become..

Brute of stone could lightly feel the violent shaking his figure was doing. Not as he waited for sweetheart to understand, no. That was not it. His fear was directed only when she finally lunged; perhaps afraid that she hadn't understood after all. That his time was up. Life done, finished, kaput. There would be no chance of forgiveness, or room for explanations, no fifth chances. Wicked gaze snapped shut, fangs clenched, tail slipping between 'is hinds for a split second. And then there was a deep gush of wind, a breeze on his face and fur. No biting pain. No fangs in his jugular, piercing, ripping life away from bastard and leaving bloody pools across the stone. No. There was none of that today. Head snapped around as she started to speak, startled stare falling upon savage femme as she ripped for bitch of a sister. Ears standing tall and stiff to catch every single last word that dripped from her maw. Loni stood, frozen, to the spot.

Tonight's gonna be the last night,
Tonight's gonna be the last night.

"I turned you into nothing. You were a killer, a slaughterer, a murderer, long before MY presence existed in YOUR radar. You were HIS bitch long before you knew of MY existence. T' Hellfire you were probably among Blood Mist, or that wretched Gang of Black Fury's, before me. YOU were ALWAYS a killer, a destroyer, a ripper of lives, of souls, of happiness. A shredder of peace, and love, and affection. You tore to pieces families long before mine, long before me. SO DON'T YOU SAY I DID THIS TO YOU, YOU BITCH!" Livid, low, snarling voice of furious toxin seeping through half clenched jaws, pearly fangs - Of course, she didn't kill anything. Why destroy when Loni was there to do it for her - bared in lividness at Sekhmet. This other female was not as light to Ak as would've liked; heavy enough to cause her to fall back a few paces. To stumble over the body of a pup or two. She shivered with disgust. ears pinned back against her skull, 'nother growl poured out as bitch cut into her flesh. Body jerked upward on the front, claws seeking to sink their sharp edges deep within other's flesh. Canines aiming for whatever they could catch. Supposing it was her face.

Nothing can save you now.

Loni just stared.

And tonight's gonna be a good night,
And tonight's gonna be a good night.

[Sivoncé™]

Teeth bared, claws striking, the blood coursing through the canvas of her vision. Fiery razors grazed her cheek, returning abraisions. Sekhmet writhed, serpentine, and they tangled in their dance of send and receive. She purged the flesh of the devil femme, her incisors knifing Akaira with the precision of her multitude of years wielding her weapons as such. Akaira's flailing battered her face, but the sheperd pursued the lengths of her veins with ease, even as the thunderbolts of pain shook her resolve. She did not let go. Not to speak. Not to taunt. Not to explain to the femme that she was wrong; nothing enters this world without the cloak of innoccence. Sekhmet had been raised a killer, yes, but not all killers suffer the ficticious weightlessness of insanity. Sekhmet was sane as ever, experimental, innovative with her methods of murder, but saner that the witch she now flew in a flurry of wills with. The time ticked by, yet every image before the slits of her hateful eyes was a blur and streak of watercolor. The pictures ran together in sequence, Someone, somewhere was clicking rapidly so that these scenes could change. Someone would rush out and paint the actresses with bloodstains before the show went on. And each moment was a snap like this, each tick of the clock snapped a reaction from each of them. As if it was written for them like a climax of Shakespeare, the two demons, birthed of different brands of hell, battled on heated and alone, even as they audience held their breath. Even as Loni stared on. Even as the birds flew over the deep creases in the mountainside, oblivious and set on returning to the younglings perched on the precipice nests. The players were oblivious. And all of the sudden, the curtain was ripped free from its hanger and it wasn't such a play after all. The knives were real, the blood was their own. It wasn't that they had no desire to look over and break the glass that seperated them and their scenery, their audience. It was that they didn't feel them there at all.

The blood ran hot over Sekhmet's pelt, clumps of fur and crimson littered all around them. No words formed in her mind, but feeling crashed into her like a waterfall. She smiled as Akaira lashed a deep scar across her muzzle. She shook and trembled with the agony of it all, but her blows in return would surely make her tremble as she did. It was hilarious, all of it -- she had a twin! A long lost sister, one who mirrored her in every way except for philosophically. It was like playing with dolls or puppets. All fun and games as you watch them bend to your will, but then demons of despair as their strings tangled around your hands.

"AH!"
SLAM.
Sekhmet was against the stone walls, doubled over as a torrent of blood waterfalled from the socket of her right eye, lost in the scarlet cyclone. Her scream shattered around the walls of the den, breaking the abstract and illusions that played through her mind as she and Akaira dueled in the mountain den. She cowered, teeth bared against the ignition in her bodice.
"No, no, Akaira," she hissed, a silky laugh breaking from her and she shivered, breaths coming in a gasp, "you did not make me a murderer, exactly, but you make me murder now."
She collected herself from the corner of the den, then rose, turning to Loni, uncovering the blazing red that trickled from her eye, still intact, though scarred and tattered. "And you, you Loni...you make me want to murder. But I do not do anything for you. Traitor." She spat at both of them, shoving weakly past Loni and stumbling out onto the cliffs.