He grinned as his brother hung up the phone, taking a deep breath admiring the views of sandstone colored buildings stretching out for miles. The brighter than blue skies and the mountains in the distance. With a soft warm breezes, he slowly thinned his eyes. His keen wolf senses picked up his less than quiet footsteps coming towards him. Bile burned the back of his throat. A man approached from within the darkness. Each step was light, unsteady and sometimes dragged.
The sunlight lighting up his image. He was less than impressive. He wasn't a brood male or wolf but a normal naked man. His skin glistened with perspiration of activities that taxed his endurance. Pushing nearly six feet tall if he stood on his toes. His long scraggly receding hairline clung to his bloated face. A long scar ran from the top of his forehead, splitting his face in two to the tip of his chin, extending down his naked sunken chest and large belly. Another cut horizontally across his bloated belly. it had the shape of an inverted cross and it brought to the mind the image of someone being carved like an animal or that someone tried to cut him in half. He walked from the dark to the light with an unsteady manner. He stopped just behind the little girl, put his hands on her thin shoulders.
Her eyes thinned, and her mouth twisted in fear and disgust. Her fingers trembled like dried leaves in the wind. through the thin rags barely covering her, she felt something hard press against her. the size less than impressive. She swallowed, keeping down the bile in her throat. he smiled an unnatural smile. Something said he derived some sort of perverse pleasure in the act.
"Cornelius…" he spoke casually, slowly rubbing himself against the little girl. Out of fear or conditioning she didn't move or speak. She trembled. "all is well…. i trust" the man sneered, still slowly rubbing himself against the little girl.
The brood male, Cornelius took a breath, the sight and smell of this man, this human male disgusted him. A mere human who considered himself a warrior. A connoisseur of violence and death. How pathetic he murmured.
Drunk bastard was what he and the other wolves called him. when he wasn't around and when he was. Such a disgusting male who would not even speak up when insulted.
Just once I'd like to hear him defend himself…. Cornelius spoke often. Taking a deep breath, the dark orbs of his eyes rolled to the edge, smelling the little girl wetting herself, smelling her fear, he spoke.
"are you trying to take what is mine…?" he asked and threaten. His words carried with it a warning and the weight of his reputation enforced his words. "William…."
The bloated man, William quickly realized his mistake. He trembled like a child in a cold wind. "nnooo…. i just…" he choked on his reply, taking a step back, taking his hands of her shoulders, reached down and wiped his filth from her. "its…. "he wanted to say, it was nothing. But something…in his tone of voice, the threat lingering underneath his words told him. A wrong answer and he was dead. With each swallow he nervously watched Cornelius slowly roll the teether around his thick finger. The girl slowly moved towards him like a fish on the line.
"she is mine…" he reminded him. "or do you wish to challenge me…" his mouth thinned. "do you…. she is untouched and fetches quite a price…"
"no…no sir…I'm just…" he cowered
"Just what…. little human male."
"I'm just a little drunk that's' all…I apologize…please forgive mmee…" his voice cracked, his body shook," I still have the young ones that you generously allow me to enjoy…" bowing his head quickly. "hmm…." Cornelius smelled him wetting himself, "pathetic…"
He glared at the little girl, letting out a disappointed sigh, "I guess it is not your time…" he said, pinching the tether with the edge of his fingernail. The line went slack and dropped to the ground. "go…." he said, "get supplies to clean up the mess."
Her eyebrows twitched, a glint of relief appeared in her dull eyes. A reprieve perhaps. The little girl nodded and quickly ran across the sandstone colored patio and disappeared though a door. the spring in her steps made her relief easily identifiable. He raised his chin and voice, looked to the darkness. "if you are not done in two slaps of their flesh, it is your loss…"
The darkness quivered with unnatural laughter and disappointment. He yelled, an excited, loud yell that echoed across the sandstone colored buildings and into the brighter than blue skies, "with cocks in your hands, we will wait. We have a queen to break..." he laughed, "I will break Mikoto Misaka!"