07-05-2022, 11:59 PM
A. OPHELES
✯ — SOME DAYS I CAN'T EVEN TRUST MYSELF
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tw// implications of abuse + memories of it & gore //
the snarling that escaped him without end, continued on, frame shaking with rage and fear as he stared at the creature before him, effortlessly innocent. how he wished he could smite the damn monster, the monster that haunted his mind, the monster that had done so many things to him. jaws opening as the snarl turned to a vicious roar, ignorant of sethiram at his side, taking a powerful step forward towards the fox, ears pinned to his skull. this form also bore the scars that his domestic body had, so deep a wound it must surely also be spiritual. there was no thought, only years of built up rage and deep, deep agony of suffering from the paws of that long-ago kitsune. his mind was filled with memories of the children he'd borne that bastard, those poor lives destroyed by their own sire's madness.
fur standing on edge as fear rushed through him as sethiram's scent reached him, gaze turning to the tom who was smaller in this form, the mental image of his children replacing his adopted son, an agonized sound leaving him, "Run. Run before he gets you too. I can't protect you.", he begged of Sethiram, begging the children that he had lost to that monster. He couldn't let them be taken from him again, he had to stand up. he had to protect the children he couldn't in the past.
turning from him with another snarl, watching as the other turned and came towards him with tails raised in challenge, the lion snarling as he stepped in front of sethiram before lunging down towards the fox creature with a roar that cried for war. paw raised to slam down on it's shoulder, tossing the attacker away a distance, before the two were clashing again in a flurry of tooth and claw, of two beasts protecting their own kin. each their own was there to defend and protect, to attack and defeat the other intruding on their respective homes. the only bad thing for the fox creature was that in the mind of the bigger beast, it was his own ex-husband and sire of his firstborns, not that it truly was. he merely hated the creature more than words could say. any kind of canid, especially the same size as the kitsune of his past drew his ire. he could stand the canines of tanglewood but anything past that? that was pushing it.
a snarl of agony ripped through aesior as a heavy paw slammed his head to the ground after he'd snapped at the creature's legs, fur bristling and temper flaring. he would blink as blood overtook an eye, a wound under his mane being the cause for the blood stealing his sight from him. teeth bared as he grabbed the fox by the scruff, gaze darkened by blood and all of his rage, lumbering to his paws and taking the creature with him as he headed in a random direction. the fox struggled in his jaws, claws swinging over his muzzle and scoring gashes across his mouth, making him roar in pain, dropping the fox before it darted away, the lion having little thought other than to catch the damn thing. chasing after the fox, he snarled, headed into the depths of the former territory he'd called home, disappearing from view. the lion would stumble before long, too blind to see proper steps, tripping over a root and tumbling down an incline with a startled roar before silence took the air, the lion panting as he laid on his stomach, groaning in pain as the fox made off. fuck, it hurt so bad, and his head wound was making him dizzy, so much so that he laid his head down with a faint whimper of pain and closed his eyes, aware of the darkness that swallowed him.
out, this will be where he disappears //
the snarling that escaped him without end, continued on, frame shaking with rage and fear as he stared at the creature before him, effortlessly innocent. how he wished he could smite the damn monster, the monster that haunted his mind, the monster that had done so many things to him. jaws opening as the snarl turned to a vicious roar, ignorant of sethiram at his side, taking a powerful step forward towards the fox, ears pinned to his skull. this form also bore the scars that his domestic body had, so deep a wound it must surely also be spiritual. there was no thought, only years of built up rage and deep, deep agony of suffering from the paws of that long-ago kitsune. his mind was filled with memories of the children he'd borne that bastard, those poor lives destroyed by their own sire's madness.
fur standing on edge as fear rushed through him as sethiram's scent reached him, gaze turning to the tom who was smaller in this form, the mental image of his children replacing his adopted son, an agonized sound leaving him, "Run. Run before he gets you too. I can't protect you.", he begged of Sethiram, begging the children that he had lost to that monster. He couldn't let them be taken from him again, he had to stand up. he had to protect the children he couldn't in the past.
turning from him with another snarl, watching as the other turned and came towards him with tails raised in challenge, the lion snarling as he stepped in front of sethiram before lunging down towards the fox creature with a roar that cried for war. paw raised to slam down on it's shoulder, tossing the attacker away a distance, before the two were clashing again in a flurry of tooth and claw, of two beasts protecting their own kin. each their own was there to defend and protect, to attack and defeat the other intruding on their respective homes. the only bad thing for the fox creature was that in the mind of the bigger beast, it was his own ex-husband and sire of his firstborns, not that it truly was. he merely hated the creature more than words could say. any kind of canid, especially the same size as the kitsune of his past drew his ire. he could stand the canines of tanglewood but anything past that? that was pushing it.
a snarl of agony ripped through aesior as a heavy paw slammed his head to the ground after he'd snapped at the creature's legs, fur bristling and temper flaring. he would blink as blood overtook an eye, a wound under his mane being the cause for the blood stealing his sight from him. teeth bared as he grabbed the fox by the scruff, gaze darkened by blood and all of his rage, lumbering to his paws and taking the creature with him as he headed in a random direction. the fox struggled in his jaws, claws swinging over his muzzle and scoring gashes across his mouth, making him roar in pain, dropping the fox before it darted away, the lion having little thought other than to catch the damn thing. chasing after the fox, he snarled, headed into the depths of the former territory he'd called home, disappearing from view. the lion would stumble before long, too blind to see proper steps, tripping over a root and tumbling down an incline with a startled roar before silence took the air, the lion panting as he laid on his stomach, groaning in pain as the fox made off. fuck, it hurt so bad, and his head wound was making him dizzy, so much so that he laid his head down with a faint whimper of pain and closed his eyes, aware of the darkness that swallowed him.
out, this will be where he disappears //
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