Forgiven Memories
RHAGE: [Black blood dripped from his fangs, jaws unhinging as he roared his displeasure that his feast was almost to an end. He was out, and in complete control and letting the freedom he felt bring him the pleasure he felt so rarely. Sinister laughter left the belly of his swollen gut urging him to find more supplement before he allowed the flesh of man to cover him anew.
The fresh scent of baby powder tingled the back of his throat but the scent was quickly retreating. Rising on his hind legs he swept blinding white eyes over the clearing until he found his dinner, his tongue forked through the row of fangs to clean the evidence of his last meal just so he could coat them with fresh blood. Scales shook down his spine, vibrating like a rattlesnake about to strike announcing his last warning. The Beast enjoyed the hunt as much as the meal, almost more, scaled lips pulled to what could only be described as a smile full of evil intent that even Hades himself would be terrified of, he planned to wrought pain and much more. Hind legs pounded and drove him closer with each long stride to his meal as the lesser linked out in full speed retreating like his life depended upon it, but it did. Didn’t it? A scream erupted through the night echoing in the clearing just as his fangs sank into the chest and back of the runaway, lesser blood the color of tar gushed from his jaws until he ripped the head free and swallowed it without even an afterthought. Dinner tonight… fucking amazing.
Limbs ripped from the torso like nothing more than twigs from a deteriorating tree. Inch by inch the beast devoured the meal, maybe it would be his last of the night, he had wrought a lot of chaos as he burst free from the flesh that kept him trapped to only a mark on the back of a warrior. He looked back at the burning village without any remorse. In fact he was pleased with the destruction; if he were not stronger each of those villagers would have killed him. He cared nothing of the weeping females his talons dug into as he ripped them from their safe havens or the children he ripped from their mothers. Nay, he left the town with only a few males and a handful of women and children, if they survived his wrath that is. He kept himself from feasting upon them, choosing only the taste of the Lessers that would seek out and kill the one he was trapped within. It was necessary to keep him alive if he wanted to continue to survive, even if it wasn’t a pleasurable situation being stuck as a mark on a males back. With a snap of jaws he finished what was left of his meal before he retreated to a safe place for his keeper to stay while the sun showed its face….
Smoke, fire, screaming and wails of children filled my head. Fuck, I couldn’t handle it. I was lucky to find something to cover myself when I finally made myself rise and return to my home. The pain stuck too long after my curse was gone, and the swell of my gut made it all the worse. Bare feet pushed against the ground reluctantly, but it had to be done, I couldn’t stay in a hollow cave for an entire night, I needed to return to the comforts of the home I made to ride this shit out. Thankfully the walking stick, or tree branch it once was, helped me shuffle closer to the wailing coming from the smoke miles ahead. What happened to the homes and why was there no one running around to put out the flames? There was nothing I could do from this distance, if anything I’d get in the way of people who were hopefully on the way to salvage anything that was left behind in whatever travesty caused this wreckage. The cause, II wasn't sure and the pain that filled my body with each step as I forced myself closer to the ruins ahead I could only allow my imagination to run wild..
Time was lost to me. I wasn’t sure the exact amount that had passed, only that it were no longer night and I was confined to the shelter of a cave I had found not days after the curse was bestowed upon me and what once use to be the village I’d called home was brought to ruins. I did that, I allowed that shit to happen when my curse tore free. Now I needed a place to escape to that would keep me from harming anyone I cared for. Though Vishous kept wanting to talk about the triggers and what would be the exact cause and how suppress it, I already knew. The second I was out of control with my thoughts, or just too pissed he’d come alive, breaking my body bone by bone and shred my skin until I no longer existed or saw anything. Not until he was done or I fought him hard to be myself once more I was lost inside him. The pain when I would win over his will almost made me want to never become myself once he was in the driver seat, but that wasn’t an option. I swore to protect my race and my brothers. I wouldn’t let them down. If I lost the will to be me, then I failed myself. Pushing my hand through my hair untangling the mass. The barmaids helped release the tension that rode me like a second skin, it was becoming a nightly ritual to find a willing female to escape the power the curse held over me. I was only starting to relearn where my temper would reach a deadly peak and begin the calming exercises Vishous tried to teach me, but they had the reverse effect, only pissing me off all the more. Release of any kind helped me remain in control, sex no longer the joy I once found it to be, instead it was a necessity to keep the ones closest to me safe. And now after my curse had broken free and left me where I lay to recuperate at least I was feeling half myself and would be able to leave to find civilization again.
The summer night was burning even after the fall of the sun I could still feel the heat of its rays in the night air. Tohr requested to meet behind the local saloon, I only hoped I had enough time to fuck one of the more than willing barmaids before he showed. The scent of stale beer and old sex leaked out of the tavern was no longer a welcome mat as it was only weeks ago. Tohr’s voice echoed through the night. My Curse was in charge in a bad kind of way, causing me to be jumpy when a barmaid passed me with a suggestive touch to my back. I would have enjoyed the shit out of that weeks past, but now… Fuck, he stirred against my back his scales digging at the underside of my skin looking for an opening. A long night this was going to be. Downing the brew in haste before following her up the stairs to her room.
Half a year had passed since the barn owl was brought back to life and the Scribe Virgin left me with my curse. It took little explanation when I found my Brothers and told them the majority of what happened. Even if I didn’t pull the trigger I enabled the situation, there was no need for exact details, I already had the worst wrap sheet when it came to my responsibilities. Aggression was running through my veins and Vishous so kindly suggested I needed to relieve myself before he or any of the other brothers would have to tuck tail and haul ass away, it only took them once to witness the wrath of the curse when he broke free. Even if he didn’t I would have known from the way the tension kept rolling down my spine from the Beast and I would lose my sight for a handful of seconds. Punching my fist into the wood panel of our current rendezvous’ as I stalked from the building, it was becoming a curse that I was counting down to the seconds how much time remained before I was free from him and dreading every fucking minute of my life.]
[I was unsure what threw my mind into the past... Could it have been the mother and child sitting only two booths from Mary and I? The youngest of the children was yelling and screaming as though he was being murdered as the other clawed his way up his mothers lap, causing my mind remember the screams that haunted me when I thought of what use to be my home. Mary's soft grey eyes drifting back to me after ending her call with SafePlace bringing me back from the past that very seldom shown itself. The Beast must have known where my mind had gone for such a short period of time, his dark laughter ringing in my head.] #ForgivenMemories