I would just like to take this oppurtunity to say... I GOT INTERNET!! Yay! Yay! 24-7 internet in my apartment! It has been too long! Ah...

okay I am better now.

This chapter is from Krell's point of view. He is...something else. I seem to really enjoy writing evil and exploring it. but he is...sick.

but I am proud of these chapters. anybody can write fluff and such. It takes real skill to write evil and make it seem reasonable. AFter all, evil doesn't think it's evil does it?

So a MAJOR WARNING for this chapter. Krell is EVIL, VIOLENT, and disgusting. And his language, even in thought might seem offensive. He does not mean it that way, which is not to say he is simply misunderstood, he really is all bad. It is simply a different way of thinking (evil thinking). Women, Females are simply nothing more than their ability to produce offspring and males are nothing more than moving meat, unless they are Arctic Cobra, then they are competition. That is all. And it isn't an unheard of way of thought. There are people in this world who think the same way. In our society we call them sociopaths.

Freaky.

I'm fairly certain some of Rumiko Takahasi's characters would fit into that category. Inuyasha did live in an era which was steeped in violence, selfishness and greed reigned supreme. This is the sort of environment to produce what we would call evil and psychotic. She just toned it down a bit for the TV/MAnga audience.

Hunter

Deep in the cover of a small, lonesome copse of trees, he paced in a lithe movement that seemed enticing and terrifying at the same moment. His every gesture was deliberate and precise, a hunter clearly relishing his hunt for prey.

The female rested ahead.

Krell's thin lips stretched into a dark, demented smile. He would draw out this hunt. The prey was unique after all, the ultimate prize, a female who conceived. This would be the last hunt for this particular female. And what a female she was.

When he'd first laid eyes on the inu bitch he'd known she was one for him. It was terribly easy to identify the females that came to the school with any kind of lasting spirit. That inu bitch had a dancing fire that flared out with resilience. She was a survivor.

He had known that when she was ten.

She hadn't proven him wrong. She'd fought against the headmaster's strictures until they made her bloody. Then she'd turned around and fought them again. The inu bitch was not to be ruled by pain. That hadn't stopped him from beating her just as soundly as the weakling headmaster demanded.

At twelve, she'd demonstrated even more spirit, fighting fiercely to hold onto her childhood treasures. Again they'd bloodied her for it. It was the first time she'd been left all night on the wall.

He hadn't cared to pay attention to her beyond these obvious proofs that she was for him. Prenubile babies held no appeal to him beyond the expectations of what they could become. They were merely piles of moving flesh to be beaten at the headmaster's order. The fact that they were female meant very little to him unless they were noteworthy. Only a precious few were even slightly noteworthy.

It wasn't in him to waste his seed on weaklings that couldn't possibly hold it, couldn't carry it for the goal was procreation after all. His prime directive was progeny. AS there were no females of his own kind, he had to look to other species for a worthy, likely womb to produce what he desired. Through experience the Arctic Cobras had learned not to bother with creatures of no power or spirit, but these were inadequate standards for finding a female capable of withstanding the physical strain of copulation.

He was no fool. He knew his inner body temperature, core of his being, was so cold as to burn these more fragile, warm-blooded youkai. The first attempt to procreate with any female from these lesser species could cause permanent damage to their tender inner flesh, if not death. He even knew of fellow Arctic Cobras that filed an unworthy enemy with their seed just to watch them writhe in pain. It was fitting sport of one who failed to supply even a mild challenge.

So he knew the tender females that broke at this school in their first years of attendance were not worth the attention. But the stronger ones, the ones who refused to break, who survived the beatings. Ah they were fit for sport. And sport he made of them.

Some he bedded once and never touched again. Since he'd come to the school, all had survived him, for he never touched the weak ones. But even some of the strong he could identify as being a waste after the first time. Their youki hadn't been able to heal any of the damage done to their womb so again it wouldn't be worth it to spend his seed on them again. Some put up little to no fight, giving him little faith as to their being able to survive to term even if he somehow forced them to conceive.

The little inu bitch had been one of those, offering little fight at all. She'd actually gentled under his touches. He'd been disappointed, but he filled her anyway, otherwise it was a wasted night.

He'd gone after the Kuroneko cunt next, though she was a bit younger than his usual prey. She had fought him, actually managed to draw blood on him and he rewarded her for it. He was so pleased with her he over did it. He filled the little cunt, burned her with his seed twice before he'd reluctantly left the battered feline to her bed, the proof of his efforts trickling out to add its mark on the mattress.

He'd been so pleased with her he went to her again on his next night of leisure, and the one after that. He was slowly adapting her body to better accept his seed and slowly training her to learn when she was allowed to fight him and when not.

Krell probably would have continued to train her to heel on his command despite the slow nature of neko to learn such things if he had not discovered his sweet inu bitch had tricked him.

She had nearly gotten away from him, his female to conceive, simply by fooling him with that complacent act. But her body had betrayed her. Her body which knew it belonged to him and couldn't continue to carry his young without him to temper the bitch's womb adequately.

The two-week schedule was more than just convenience; it was required in the case of conception. The host womb generally was incapable of holding a developing Arctic Cobra. It was too warm, too soft. Cobra young will claw into the gentle lining of a womb, and if it isn't toughened properly, slice right through it causing an immediate miscarriage. The periodic cold burn of Arctic seed kept the womb lining from being too fragile.

He had been upset at the miscarriage for conception itself was usually so difficult but he'd rewarded the bitch anyway. He'd allowed her to taste their combined youki in the blood of their unfortunate son. He was pleased to find the source of his genetic continuity and had made sure to clean the bitch out properly with the pleasures of her own body.

She'd still needed to be punished, of course, for her previous deceit and he'd made sure to scrape her against the wall thoroughly and failed to block even the slightest of her pain. But his punishment had been mild; he'd made sure she found her pleasure after each dose of his seed. Pleasure, he'd been told could help lessen the pain and she was still such a young bitch, as yet untrained in the ways of her new master. And he was her master now.

No fool headmaster with his flimsy rules could keep him from his inu bitch now.

She was such a delightful challenge to train. She resisted her new reality for two whole years before she finally began to properly heed him. Oh, she still fought it, still liked to pretend the truth wasn't real, but she capitulated well enough he could go back to his regular schedule.

Just because he had found one female to conceive didn't mean he had to quit looking for another. Sort of an eggs in one basket sort of thing that the humans loved to say. So he went back to training his neko cunt who'd thought she'd escaped him and grown lax in her obedience. And he'd gone back to testing out new flesh for his seed.

For a time his little inu bitch had acted out. Disliking the lack of attention. Females were always so greedy for the attention of their master, their male, after all. Initially he'd thought the little bitch was revolting, attempting to escape him when she started to run. That was until her body caught up with her desires, then he'd understood.

She'd wanted to give him a hunt to enjoy. A hunt in which the prize was assured. She made it impossible for anyone else to find her, an obvious sign she wanted him to be the one to find her.

The day he realized that he'd even rewarded her with a second tumble before reaching the grounds.

It was the first time he'd deviated from his affixed schedule and he found himself taking the little bitch out of his routine trysts more often. His regular scheduled beddings were saved for breaking in lesser females than his inu. Instead, his appetite for his inu was better served by taking her at any moment she was left alone and vulnerable. He didn't go to her every time, there was some thing to be said for anticipation after all, and she might wrongfully come to believe she had power over him. Females were always so foolish as to believe such things after all, and while the belief didn't make it true, females were quite uppity when operating under such an idea. His inu bitch was already given to gross denial when it came to the truth of her reality. He would not be so unwise as to allow such troublesome ideas into her head.

Her mind was better filled with thoughts of how to properly please her master. His vigilance was slowly weeding out the last of her inappropriate and unneeded thinking when the fool headmaster had decided to dismiss his inu bitch from the school.

OH he hadn't worried his bitch would stay gone or even betray him with another male. She'd been too well trained by that time to even think about letting another male touch her.

She'd only proven him right by bolting.

But he'd grown weary of hunting this particular bitch. It was time to teach her there would be no more running without his order. And it was time for the death knell of her defiance.

When he caught up with her this time, she will have to offer herself to him on her own. There would be no more of him guiding her into the submissive position, she will have to assume it herself so that there will no longer be any room for denial. The inu bitch will acknowledge his ownership or her body will never again reach completion.

It would be no hardship for Krell. If his patience wears thin he could always fill her with pain and block the pleasure responses to relieve his frustration. He didn't foresee this final breaking taking long though. His inu bitch may be slow to learn the inevitable, but her previous lessons would be sure to point her in the right direction.

In the distance, he could feel her start to move.

He could sense her so well; he could almost see her. Of course he couldn't really tell anything about where she was, but he could feel that her clothes were wet and clinging to her appealingly. Usually the package of a viable womb mattered very little, but his familiarity with the bitch's form had instilled a fondness and pride for her attributes. She was constructed well for bearing young, and the fleshy softness would serve well in the care for any offspring she bore. Besides, sometimes it was good to have something to test one's teeth on.

HE wondered, as he began to stalk once more on the hunt, if she had left off her undergarment. It was the only lesson the inu bitch had learned quickly. After his second coming to her, she hardly ever failed to prepare for him by leaving them off.

Well, this once he would let her slide. They would be removed immediately upon arrival. He didn't much care where it happened, whether they were alone or with people. Arctic Cobras had no care for the opinions of others. Well, excepting to brag to other Arctic Cobra, a feat best achieved by commanding his inu bitch to physically submit to him in front of others, especially while already visibly breeding. There was no greater achievement and no possible way to top it. Perhaps to have more than one female breeding at once might top it, but only a fool would risk bringing both into company with another Cobra. If a female will breed for one Arctic Cobra, chances are she will breed for any Cobra and all bets are off.

An Arctic Cobra will not hesitate to steal a female from another Arctic Cobra. Allies are for the weaker species.

His bitch wasn't breeding yet, no need to show her off. Besides, before she fully capitulated, he risked her balking in front of others. He'd made too much progress to blow it all by rushing at the end.

There was something to be said for the thorough, slow, methodical approach when taming an inu.