Look Beyond The Lies You've Known (M) (Reserved)

[Ren]

Wind tore through the trees, ripping leaves and weakened branches from their places. The moon was high, shedding a pale light on the forest. Shadows stretched, curling like grotesque fingers. And between the umbras of the trees wove a creature of darkness. Of blood and pain. Of murder and hunger. Its uniquely patterned coat was slightly matted with previously shed blood. Despite the obvious signs of hunting, the beast was free of battle scars. Despite the few tangles, its pelt was sleek, smooth, slightly curled. Perfectly black eyes held a savage beauty, if it could be called that. Its heavily muscled shoulders shifted, rippled as it trotted gracefully through the moonlit forest.

It doesn't deserve to be called beautiful, or graceful. It's ugly, horrid! Gwen knew what this beast wanted. It wanted to kill, to watch its victims writh in agony as it listented to their screams. Their pleas for death. And its cravings grew stronger for just a taste of human. She could hear its thoughts. It fantasized about the way the bones would grind between its teeth, and the sound of tearing flesh. She detested the way shivers of pleasure would run down its spine at the thought. Gwen had to force it to hunt down local wildlife, and controlled it long enough to make it take their lives quickly. Her beast was a creature of sin and torture. No mercy, no kindness. Only pain. Settled down in the delicate body of a young woman.

The crocotta's head snapped up, nostrils flaring as the scent of a doe drifted by. It snorted, grumbling incoherently in its thoughts as it loped silently towards the source of the less than pleasing scent. It was slightly musky, and didn't have the same... bloody scent humans had. But the weakling body it possessed had better control that it would have first thought. It prevented him from doing a lot, and if it could rip itself from that body and find a child, it would. But that would result in the death of both of them, and it was impossible, anyway. So it dealt with her, waiting for the best moment to strike and rip the control from her hands forever. The obnixous deer came into sight, oblivious to the predator planning its death. It didn't have a chance to notice. The creature leaped, slamming into the doe with enough force to send it rolling. It let out a cry of distress. Razor sharp fangs tore down its shoulder, increasing the volume and amount of pain its voice contained. Gwen reigned back control, and the crocotta unwillingly sunk its teeth into the doe's throat. Innocent brown eyes rolled back, its mouth opening and closing like an air deprived fish. It stepped back, and Gwen let it take back control over its body. It tore into the shoulder, shaking its head savagely as it filled its empty stomach. Gwen was crying on the inside, knowing if she withdrew completely that there would be no control left for her to take back. She had to watch, to taste the metallic crimson liquid and feel the way it ran over her tongue. Gwen shuddered, hoping it would be over soon. .

[Tayssi]

Lucifer tensed, tightening the imaginary leash he had around his Crocotta form. It reared on its hind legs with a monstrous, animalistic snarl. It snapped its jaws, its two tusk like teeth striking the air dangerously. Its front paws smacked into the hard ground, claws digging into the dirt. It growled and launched forward, running as fast as it could, throwing its head into the air. Its eyes glowing yellow and its body sporting only the thinnest layer of fur, only patches of thicker fur. It was a hideous creature. Worse than most Crocottas. They weren’t as big as him, didn’t have teeth like his and had fur. Most also had dark eyes, only the occasional having yellow or amber. Lucifer’s Crocotta was monstrously hideous. Even his own kind called him ugly. The males, anyway. He had never met a female Maybe the males hated him because he was so much stronger than most of them. He mentally shook his thoughts away, concentrating on his beast as it ran. Suddenly, it stopped, throwing its head to the side, its two tusk teeth tearing through a tree. It seemed to scream in agony and creaked and fell to the ground, the sound echoing through the forest. The Crocotta growled with pleasure to be able to even hear a tree scream in pain. To hear its cries.

That’s all it wanted, was to torture anything and everything it could. It sniffed the air and Lucifer tensed, gathering his ‘leash’ to an even shorter length. It shook its head, kicking its back legs out and pulling the leash to loosen a bit. It gave a horrendous, almost cackle before it caught scent of something. Blood. It was weaker than a human’s, but it was blood none the less. The beast leapt forward, lurching towards the scent, its long legs carrying it quickly. It burst through trees, frightening deer. He flung his head to the side, his tusk teeth penetrating a buck’s side and flinging it into the air. It’s desperate cries and screams of mercy made the beast smile. He kept running and heard it hit the ground, all its bones shattering from the impact. However, he could still hear its weak calls for help. He would leave it to suffer. He growled and pushed himself faster and picked up a large hare which was too slow. He crushed it slowly in his jaws, feeling each bone break and blood leak onto tongue, loving the sound as the hare pleaded for mercy, asking to be killed quickly. It soon died and the beast swallowed it whole.

A moment later, he jumped through some bushes, skidding to a halt. A Crocotta stood there, swallowing a doe. His claws dug into the earth, stepping towards the female Crocotta. He towered over her and he knew she would have no idea what he was. However, she’d catch on quick enough. In its beast form, even from appearance, a Crocotta had a distinct scent. It was a powerful scent, but only if you were close to the creature. From their distance, they wouldn’t be able to smell him. However, Lucifer was instantly able to see it was a Crocotta. And a female. He hadn’t come across a female before, but he just knew. It was smaller than the others he had come across, and had a certain aura about it. Lucifer’s beast huffed, its ears flicking back and forth, growling. It was unsure about this female. Should he attack it, or not? Sure, he felt the urge to strike it, but also had to powerful urge to protect it. It was like standing on an eggshell. It was a delicate situation and would depend on how the female would act. She stood no chance if she attacked him..

[Ren]

Bones snapped between the teeth of the Crocotta, splintering until they only scratched like feathers going down. Gwen grimaced. The taste of bones and marrow were not pleasant, and just to make it worse, her Crocotta seemed to enjoy torturing her by eating all he could. She slammed her control forward, forcing it to its knees as a small punishment. It quivered with contained rage, a snarl tearing from its throat. How do you like it, you bastard? Gwen asked it mentally, a sneer accompanying the question. It snorted in return, obviously not affected by the petty insult. Gwen wasn't very intimidating, and it took quite a bit to intimidate a Crocotta in its self. She allowed it to resume tearing its prey apart. Blood splashed. It would leave a stain on her muzzle, a fresh stain and she would be smelling it for days to follow. Its tail whipped back and forth rapidly, sensing her displeasure. Gwen was sure that this creature lived to contradict her, torture her in ways that never physically hurt, and make life a living hell. It gave her so many good reasons to hate the beast with her heart and soul, and deny it anything she could. But food... there was no denying it that. How long could it go before it started bothering her? A couple days, and then it started to show on her human body. The eyes flickered between their natural green and a dark amber color. Her canines would lengthen and sharpen, and her entire personality would become snappy and aggressive.

The Crocatta's teeth nicked something wrong, and blood speckled the rest of her face. It grinned, and shook its head to dislodge a chunk of flesh it had been working at for a little bit. Disgusted, Gwen leaned back. She was ready to seize her control back again. But she wasn't about to let it sit there and mess with her. The creature was too focused on eating in the most disgusting manner it possibly could, and missed the noises of the forest around it. Anything that could of alerted it of a possible enemy.

A flash of movement caught her eye, and the Crocatta's eyes widened. The thing that was in front of it wasn't something it had ever seen before. Gwen was still too shocked to put her full reign back over. Recovering from the momentary shock, it looked the ugly creature over. There was a possibility that it was a Crocrotta, but none of them looked like that, did they? It didn't matter. Gwen's Crocotta lunged. And reared back as if an invisible chain had caught its neck. Staggering back on its hind legs, the Crocotta snarled, tossing its head wildly. Gwen forced it back down onto all fours, continuing in the opposite direction of the unusual beast in front of her. She pulled, and in its stubbornness, the Crocotta fell to its knees, refusing to rise for a moment. It was an obvious battle between the two. Dark eyes settled on her would-be opponent. Its chest was rising and falling rapidly, giving Gwen back control. Submission wasn't fun, but despite her weak human body, Gwen was surprisingly hard to deny.

[Tayssi]

Lucifer watched the female Crocotta, wondering what it would try to do. Would it attack and send his Crocotta into a frenzy or would it leave? His beast was tense, shifting from paw to paw, anxious, fighting its urges to attack and to protect. He knew that all male Crocottas were protective over females. They were like all other canines. However, he also knew that females were rather stubborn and could be very dominating over even the males, depending on their strength and personality. It was a battle of both wits and strength for the whole time they were together. The beast tensed as the female lunged at him and he growled, what little hair he had standing on end. His thick, long tail lashed from side to side as he waited to see if she would follow through with it and actually attack him. No, she did not. It reared back onto its hind paws with a snarl and seemed to be forced onto all fours. Lucifer’s Crocotta growled, ears flicking back. He knew the human inside was controlling the other beast, just like his always did to him. It pissed him off that the scrawny little human inside of the female thought she could interfere between them. His front left paw scraped at the ground impatiently with a snarl.

The female turned and started walking in the opposite direction of him for a moment, before her dark eyes met his yellow. The male Crocotta’s ears flicked forward and his paw stopped its scraping and watched her curiously. However, he also noticed it had been forced onto its knees. He growled at that, not liking that she was being forced to show submission to someone other than him. Yes, being a male, he was very possessive. He lunged at the female, though stepped past her, stopping and turning, standing right in front of her. She was in a submissive stance, but not towards him and that really pissed him off. His ears flicked back again with a growl, not towards the female Crocotta, but to the human inside of her. They were never meant to submit to humans. Never. Not even he submitted to his human. Not once in his life had he submit to the scrawny creature. He had fought against him every moment of the day he had. There was no way he was going to submit. He would rather die. Being a male, he was way too proud for that.

Lucifer studied the female Crocotta through his beast’s eyes. He wondered what the human inside looked like. At that thought, he pulled his leash tighter over his control and the beast growled, but at the moment, did nothing. It continued to watch the female, his large paw barely 30 centimetres from her nose. From this distance, she’d smell he was a Crocotta. Even if he barely looked like one. He wanted to protect this female and dominate over her. Like all males wanted to do females they hadn’t yet claimed. Though this feeling was completely alien to both Lucifer and his Crocotta, the beast still wanted to follow those instincts.

[Ren]

Gwen watched the male warily, her Crocotta's eyes following him. He didn't seem very happy with the way she controlled herself. Leaving seemed like the easiest option, just turn and walk away. If he followed, then there was a possibility she would have to run. But that was fine. Gwen knew this Crocotta had no problem with running. It was fast, and that was the one thing she liked about it. She listened to the series of growls and snarls he let out. The highway was less than two miles away, if she was correct. She'd just have to go straight forward. But her Crocotta didn't want to run. It wanted to stay and fight with the male. Gwen reminded it that it had never fought a single battle in its life, but it ignored her. Like it always did. Sighing, Gwen returned the little attention she had taken from the male. He was close, and most definitely a Crocotta. An ugly one, yes. Something she had never seen before, but still one of her.

Abruptly, the Crocotta female stood, snapping her jaws as she spun around to face him. Gwen loosened her control slightly. Her hackles were raised, and her tail was curled over her back in her fighting stance. Gwen took back her control quickly, not willing to fight. The tail and hackles lowered, but she didn't back away. Not yet. Her Crocotta would be more pleasant if she let it get a taste of its primordial side. She'd let the male hurt it, if that's what it took to teach it that her control wasn't always necessarily a bad thing. Gwen was scared. She'd feel the same pain her Crocotta did, though. She had never had a physical battle in her life, and the worst pain she had ever encountered was when she had broken her arm. Fighting suddenly didn't seem so appealing.

Gwen pulled the Crocotta away, ignoring its growls of displeasure. It snorted as she forced it to turn, and fought harshly as she changed the gait to a brisk trot. You wouldn't of stood a chance. She told the Crocotta, not caring if it replied or not. It never did. Besides, you have better things to do than fight something like that. Maybe she had gone too far? Her Crocotta had given up, and Gwen felt almost like she was the beast itself. She tilted her head slightly, and shrugged. Let it pout.

The moon was slowly going down, touching the tip of one of the mountain peaks in the distance. Gwen smiled at the thought of sleep. Sleeping like a normal human at her nice, normal house. It wasn't necessarily huge, but the inside was what caught people off guard. Her mother had been some sort of interior designer, and definitley made Gwen feel like she was living in a suite of sort, instead of a smallish one story house. Gwen's mood faded at the thought, and she shook her head to clear the confusion. The highway was close. She could already smell and taste the bitter smoke from it. Her Crocotta was strangely silent, giving her full control over its body. No, she hadn't won anything. It wasn't concerned about fighting with her. It wanted to fight that pesky male. It's not going to. Gwen thought, breaking through the tree line and turning parallel to the highway. It was relatively empty, so the chances of her being spotted were slim. Gwen eased down to a walk, glancing around for a moment.

She was aware of the dangers of walking right beside a highway, but she could always shift, right? Gwen was lucky enough to be able to keep her clothes, and a girl was much less suspicious or frightening than a huge canine of sort. When the town came into sight, she would shift and walk the rest of the way as a human. If the male had decided to follow her.. it didn't matter. Gwen elected to ignore that subject, and focus on getting home and using the few precious hours of darkness she had left. Her thoughts were interrupted by the distinct smell of carrion, and her nose wrinkled. A deer. She looked around, and saw it laying in the empty ditch. Someone had hit it, and judging by the way its neck was bent, it had been a quick death. Gwen shook her head, muttering a few small words mentally and continued on.

A horn blared, and Gwen froze. Her muscles were taught, and she her shadow grew in front of her, stretching until it disappeared when the car raced past. She was getting close, it seemed. Even if she couldn't see it, she could hear the large population of people ahead. Sighing, Gwen let the Crocotta form melt away. Everything was so dark. She didn't have the vision her Crocotta did. There weren't too many hidden things, so she hoped she would be fine. Her feet were bare, and the brown sweater didn't protect her from the wind very much. It's not that far. Gwen told herself, pulling her red hair forward so it wouldn't whip back in the wind. With her arms crossed over her chest, Gwen pushed forward, sighing with frustration.

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