final part of evilness (from me.)
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windandwater and askerian, other entries to be found here *hits head on screen* If you came here looking for absolute proof that I have no shame and really will write anything, read on. Otherwise, flee for your life.
Wasn't there a bunny part in here somewhere?
for the rest of you who are reading this... I'm jumping forward in the evilness fic, again; this is much closer to the end, and well after everything else that's been written so far.
It was spring, and his den was open to the fresh air after a long and drowsy winter. The warm spring sunlight played through the new leaves on the trees, sending dapples of green and gold playing over the den entrance. The den itself was full and cozy, filled with comfortably-worn furniture and even a few tentative decorations. Duo sprawled comfortably in a ray of sunshine on the sleeping furs, soaking up the spring sunlight with a lazy, blissful expression on his face. Even asleep, he still had the slight smile of a content, well-fed feline, and he nestled in the bed as naturally as though he owned it.
Heero watched this peaceful, idyllic scene; his home. His Territory. His Pack, Duo... easy and restul in the sunlight and free air. A sudden, almost painful longing filled him, confusing him; if he had all this, what was missing? What was...
A sudden clamor from outside filled him with dread. He turned his head, helpless to stop it, in time to see a gang of Canines pour into the clearing, shattering the silence with yells and catcalls. Once they had been his Packmates; his uncles and kinsmen, littermates and hunt brothers, but now they were his enemy. They came through his Territory, despoiling and marking as they went.
They burst into his den, one of them ripping off the door cover and tearing it into pieces, Casually, they invaded his den, his home, smashing and destroying his furniture, defiling even the walls with their scent. They caught sight of Duo, looking confused and disoriented at this rude awakening, and their jeering, mocking cries suddenly took on a new and uglier tone. He was Feline. They were Canine. The hatred between the two was long and deep.
One of them seized Duo, dragging him off the bed, even as he gathered himself for flight. He cried out and struggled against them, seeming as small as a child amidst their bulky bodies. When he tried to fight them, one of them casually and effortlessly twisted his arm until there was a cracking sound, and his snarls of defiance turned to cries of pain.
It wasn't long before one of them found his tailband, the Canine fashioned jewelry, that marked him as Heero's, as belonging to the outcast of their clan. An ugly mutter ran among them, light glinting from their eyes and cruel fangs. As the tailband was torn away, Duo looked up and his eyes met Heero's. "Help me!" he cried. "Please, Heero, help me!"
He had to help Duo, he had to fight the intruders, defend his territory, protect his pack, he had to. He struggled to rise, to run over there and tear their arrogant throats out -- he knew he could, he'd fought them all before, he could beat them, if only he could reach them. But thick and heavy chains circled his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the ground, and the harder he struggled, the tighter they wound about him.
His howl of rage mixed with the intruder's gleeful cries, and one high-pitched shriek. Blood spattered on the floor of his Den. Fight protect save defend kill them kill them kill them kill...
The steel chains became scaled ropes, heavier than iron, looping about his limbs and twining insidiously up his arms and legs, and suddenly it was Wufei over him, pinning him down with unimaginable weight, black eyes mocking and cruel and...
When he woke, the screams and the blood were gone; but the chains were real, holding him fast, and the darkness of the cave around him was the same as the dragon's eyes.
windandwater and askerian, other entries to be found here *hits head on screen* If you came here looking for absolute proof that I have no shame and really will write anything, read on. Otherwise, flee for your life.Wasn't there a bunny part in here somewhere?
for the rest of you who are reading this... I'm jumping forward in the evilness fic, again; this is much closer to the end, and well after everything else that's been written so far.
It was spring, and his den was open to the fresh air after a long and drowsy winter. The warm spring sunlight played through the new leaves on the trees, sending dapples of green and gold playing over the den entrance. The den itself was full and cozy, filled with comfortably-worn furniture and even a few tentative decorations. Duo sprawled comfortably in a ray of sunshine on the sleeping furs, soaking up the spring sunlight with a lazy, blissful expression on his face. Even asleep, he still had the slight smile of a content, well-fed feline, and he nestled in the bed as naturally as though he owned it.
Heero watched this peaceful, idyllic scene; his home. His Territory. His Pack, Duo... easy and restul in the sunlight and free air. A sudden, almost painful longing filled him, confusing him; if he had all this, what was missing? What was...
A sudden clamor from outside filled him with dread. He turned his head, helpless to stop it, in time to see a gang of Canines pour into the clearing, shattering the silence with yells and catcalls. Once they had been his Packmates; his uncles and kinsmen, littermates and hunt brothers, but now they were his enemy. They came through his Territory, despoiling and marking as they went.
They burst into his den, one of them ripping off the door cover and tearing it into pieces, Casually, they invaded his den, his home, smashing and destroying his furniture, defiling even the walls with their scent. They caught sight of Duo, looking confused and disoriented at this rude awakening, and their jeering, mocking cries suddenly took on a new and uglier tone. He was Feline. They were Canine. The hatred between the two was long and deep.
One of them seized Duo, dragging him off the bed, even as he gathered himself for flight. He cried out and struggled against them, seeming as small as a child amidst their bulky bodies. When he tried to fight them, one of them casually and effortlessly twisted his arm until there was a cracking sound, and his snarls of defiance turned to cries of pain.
It wasn't long before one of them found his tailband, the Canine fashioned jewelry, that marked him as Heero's, as belonging to the outcast of their clan. An ugly mutter ran among them, light glinting from their eyes and cruel fangs. As the tailband was torn away, Duo looked up and his eyes met Heero's. "Help me!" he cried. "Please, Heero, help me!"
He had to help Duo, he had to fight the intruders, defend his territory, protect his pack, he had to. He struggled to rise, to run over there and tear their arrogant throats out -- he knew he could, he'd fought them all before, he could beat them, if only he could reach them. But thick and heavy chains circled his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the ground, and the harder he struggled, the tighter they wound about him.
His howl of rage mixed with the intruder's gleeful cries, and one high-pitched shriek. Blood spattered on the floor of his Den. Fight protect save defend kill them kill them kill them kill...
The steel chains became scaled ropes, heavier than iron, looping about his limbs and twining insidiously up his arms and legs, and suddenly it was Wufei over him, pinning him down with unimaginable weight, black eyes mocking and cruel and...
When he woke, the screams and the blood were gone; but the chains were real, holding him fast, and the darkness of the cave around him was the same as the dragon's eyes.
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