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``Ah, ah! Yes...r-right there...right there. That..that is the spot Gettan..!´´
Said a young and gentle voice of a girl between high pitched moans and short timed huffs of a body that was entrapped in a never ending chain of bliss and heat coursing through her body. Sweat sliding down and glistening the exposed skin that neither her clothes and sheets of the bed could conceal any longer under this battle of dominance between the two.
Not that it was helped in any way with the crude, brutish, almost animalistic like method she was undertaking to press herself up and down onto the man underneath the white haired and six tailed Fox Theriantrope.
A young man, that just like her, bore his Theriontrope heritage in the form of his long and twitching wolf like ears at the top of his head or the fluffy tail that was now almost obscured under the shadows of the room and the movements of their bodies.
His glossy jet-black hair cascading over his back and shoulders, slimy and wet by the sweat that continued to pour out from each pore of his body, just like the slender woman on top his lap, picturing his toned physique with great detail.
His hands were holding his female mate, one by her hips while the other kneaded and groped her ass. Rough and calloused fingers surprisingly sinking into the surplus of soft pale flesh that by now was reddened and marked by a few hand-prints here and there...
But right now it was not the ever increasing paradoxical demands of their bodies to stop and continue on or some wayward prudish sense of embarrassment at the show they were surely putting on to any onlooker lucky to be close enough that mattered to them.
No, it was not something so simple or mundane.
Neither of them had stopped, even for a second to look away from the eyes of the other….almost as if to do so would make the other disappear in a puff of smoke.
Icy blue stared into shrouded black, the glimmer of their pupils under the sex frenzy exchanging between them more words than their lips could hope to accomplish in a lifetime.
Yukimes nails scratched his back, digging in a little bit into the tanned skin of his body almost as if she was trying to hold onto him for dear life instead of slamming him into the ground.
Gettan bit his lips trying to hold on the groans of pleasure and the building wave growing below his waist as he felt his tip rubbing against that sweet spot. Something that was not aided by the way her waist rolled and her hips shook, lightly bouncing at a steady rhythm in shallow, quick thrusts.
Walls throbbing and clenching at the hot blazing rod sliding between her welcoming slit, the sweat and wetness that pervaded her body only making the effort all the more easier for him.
Half of Gettans breath gushed out through his lips in a sudden gasp when she slammed once again into him to the very base with one of those killer moves of hers, his back arching at the influx of sensations burning his mind, but not as much as the ones laying waste to Yukime who was unlike him, could barely hold onto the mind melting wave coursing through her nerves. Leaving her to shriek in bliss at the thought of being filled with creamy spunk one after another that were blasted into her depths like a javelin would soar through the air in search of its target…
His heart throbbed painfully in his chest by the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping inside his veins, but it was said pain that allowed him to contort and lung upwards. Silencing his beloved by grabbing her by that soft and slim neck and pulling her towards him with a forceful pull, kissing her on the lips and briefly invading her mouth with his.
He heard her gasp in surprise yet mellowing down at the warmth of his touch, though it would not last long as she tried to duel him for dominance, holding his head between her hands to keep him lock in place, allowing him the freedom to free his hands from her neck and groping and kneading the soft, pale flesh of her breast that were almost crying to be use.
The two were two sweaty messes, but even now she tasted of roses….
This was a moment of passion.
A moment of lust unleashed in the privacy that the four walls of Gettans home provided to the young and bright flames of passion.
Though given the volume of their words and the squabble of their bodies fighting for dominance, it would not remain like that for long.
She pulled herself away from his grip, her eyes glowing still with predatory lust, but with a little more of self-control in them...if only barely.
``Yukime...you are being...rather extreme tonight..´´
Gettan muttered between huffs, his voice cut short as the girl over his lap slam's into him hard with one swell plop of her cheeks rubbing against him, feeling himself grow bigger and stiffer inside of her. Her eyes tired and lustful as they were, could not hide the playfulness nearing around nor the smirk wrapping around those plump lips of hers.
She leaned forward, her hands that had been holding onto his neck now slowly sliding down into his chest, feeling the warmth and heat emanating from it.
``Growing tired, my darling?
``No I…´´
``Oh..how disappointing..and here I ah, Ah!…. thought that you were gonna..fuck, I mean..ah, put much for of a...shit, its so big.., no, thats..ah, I meant... fight..´´
``You...don't sound so sure.., feeling tired..oh gods…, already Yukime?´´
Her grip grew a little tighter.
``I am not….the one...letting the other do all the work.., care to explain..that to me..? You lazy ass dog..?´´
Her voice was weak and slurry…, and yet the words ticked him off just as much, but just as he tried to rose he pushed him back into the mattress. The fact that she accomplished it almost effortlessly enraged him even further.
He was the strongest warrior in their new collective tribe, and yet she had the strongest weapon of all times between her legs.
How could he fight this and remain untouched by this weakness? It wasn't fair..!
``Dammit woman!´´
Her smirk only seemed to grow wider at his annoyance.
``Who would have thought... that you could...not last long at all. So..ah, fuck...disappointing..´´
She muttered with all the haughtiness a woman that had been ravaged endlessly could muster. The fact that her body shivered and convulsed at the steady rhythm of his cock sliding deeply into her warm, melting core was a clear give away that was not really the case.
She always liked to put on a show…
He however preferred when the affairs were silent and wordless. It felt...more intimate.
``Shut...up´´
``Oh..the mighty Gettan..laid low by a simple tribe girl...´´
``Yukime...shut it´´
``What the others...huf, huf...would think of this..? Perhaps...I should call them...so they can satisfy me where...you have failed?´´
``I will..kill them if you do..´´
It was a taunt…, mere wordplay to bother him, to make him feel on edge, to push and push and push him around. He knew that, but he was not joking when he said he would go as far as shed blood over it.
She was his, and his only.
Real or imaginary, in this life or the next... he would never allow her to even consider any other notion.
`` Perhaps I should…. tell this to my mother, I am sure she would like to-ah, AH! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE..!´´
Yukime started to say with a bit of mirth in her voice before she was silenced just as quickly by a surprise thrust into her already tight cunt. Gettan could fill the way the flesh started to clench and grip his prick as a response, not wanting it to let go, the gaping hole produced by the incessant slid in and out of his battering ram appearing to be merely a deceitful show in the outside.
Foxes were truly deceitful creatures, with sinful bodies meant to be abused and strike where it was less expected.
But he was stronger than that! Stronger than anyone else, especially now that a sense of wounded pride flared inside his veins like molten iron.
Was she trying to shame him?
To rile him up?
Not on his watch.
There was no adjustment period, there was no hesitation, plan, nor mercy in his approach. He merely pounced like a literal monster with all the power he could muster into his beloved. His cock barreling into the fox like Theriantrope insides, pushing them, reconstructing them, making her stomach bulge a little bit by the sheer exertion of the act.
In the midst of his attack he sensed how she tried to retake the dominant position, but soon enough the only thing she could do was scream, squeal and moan in a wanton manner, her body shaking and spamming above him as the pleasure her body was feeling betrayed her mind.
Clouding her senses soon enough like a thick heavy curtain as she started to climax again and again when her mind finally slipped down the cliff that he had been trying to push her all this time...sealing her fate when he too reached his limits and shot one final time.
Without a voice to scream, her head tilted upwards, her eyes hazy and unfocused while her nails dug and left bright, red marks all over his chest under the control of trembling arms.
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[Fuck, this really was tiring.]
He thought as his strength started to wane as it left him through each and every pore of his body, he was not the only one though as Yukime seemed to lean forward and almost fall over him.
He tried to maintain a serious face, but his mind was too clouded by impulse and hormones to even manage to grasp the concept of it.
``What was that...about me being tired..?´´
He asked with a grin, earning him a sideways glance from those blue ponds that were almost obscured by the sweaty hair that now clung to her face.
``Fuck...that was..don't get cocky. You..you got lucky´´
His smirk grew even wider than before.
``You are not... the only one surprised... I see..., still, what was... the occasion?´´
``There was need for one..? Or are you just saying that you didn't like it..´´
Yukime cooed playfully to his ears, the hot breath brushing against him in a warm, calid wave…that though should have not been able in a normal situation to startle him, his body heated as it was could not but spurt out words of apologies before he realized..
``No! Is not that..! ´´
``Oh? Is that true...? You don't sound so sure...´´
He bit his lips, annoyed at his weakness..
``Your..urgh, eagerness caught me unprepared. You really…. are a needy girl.´´
That seemed enough to wipe away the smug look in her face, her eyes widening
``D-dont give me that! Especially…. when you..ah! W-were drooling at the sight of my body.., you bad dog..´´
``I am a wolf..´´
``My point exactly...´´
She chuckled loudly at that as if she had just unveiled a rather funny joke, though more to herself than anything else.
Gettan...really didn't care…, as she did he merely allowed himself to fall back onto the mattress..or what was left of it underneath him as he tried to regain some of the strength that had left his bod while his chest heaved up and down sometimes painfully fast, though at times far more slower.
It had been glorious indeed...but no matter what, the next time he would rather tie her to something than let her jog him like a chew-toy…, this constant stress to his heart could not be good. Let alone the ache that he would feel in the morning in his pelvis.
It was a bittersweet little thing. The fox tribe really were merciless when it came to this "battlefield"...if only they could use half of the effort they put to this into fighting...perhaps they would had a chance to make it out alive through this constant tribe wars…
Perhaps there was still time..
Few in number as they were.., if he played his cards well and the gods were willing, perhaps they could actually make it. The worst of this small wars had yet to reach them.
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Gettan sighed, too tired to do anything else and knowing that this matter was not one that could be fixed the more one wasted time pondering about it. Thinking about something else, he realized that everything was rather quiet. A bit….too quiet in fact.
``Nothing else to say, dear..?´´
He muttered, not too loud or too softly the first thing that came to his mind…. trying to gauge out a reaction or a response from the girl that was literally slumped down over him and had remained rather silent for a while.
But nothing happened, not that he expected to receive an answer right away...but at least a small hit or growl should have reach him by now..
``Yukime..?´´
He once again called her, this time a bit more louder…, the ghost of a frown starting to morph on his face.
Everything felt….strange.
``Is something wrong? You have grown silent..´´
Once again, nothing happened.
By all means it seemed as if she had not even heard him, though the way he felt her heart beat and throb told him that nothing was wrong...and yet, he found himself tilting his head to the side, to meet his beloveds gaze.., but her silvery hair fell around her face, obscuring her features from his sight.
What was a peculiar, albeit small pang of wrongness before... now started to kick in at the back of his mind, but at this point he had not felt it yet.
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``Don't tell me you fell asleep again...´´
He muttered through his teeth with both dismay and mirth, yet being careful to not be loud enough to wake her up if she truly was asleep as he believed her to be. It was sometimes surprising how easily the little fox could switch between being in the waking world and not.
But after this...who could blame her? He too felt like he had been ran over a horde of monsters. A bit of sleep perhaps would do him well at this point...
However, those thoughts were put to rest when Gettan felt a hand tug his shoulder, gripping it tightly with unusual strength. A hand that clearly belonged to Yukime rather than his…
He was about to speak, when in turn, she spoke instead. The silver fox whispering into his ears with the passion a playful seductress would, yet something hiding underneath the waves in those four words that came forth
``Did you like it...?´´
An absurd question to be sure, though one he did not mind...not much at all.
``Yes..´´
``Are you sure?´´
``If I did not like it, I don't think I will ever know what it means to enjoy something...´´
He could see her face now that her face remained obscured from his eyes, but he was sure that she was smirking with a devilish grin.
Her grip on him growing stronger, almost...to a painful moment.
``Well, then you will love this even further...´´
He didn't know what she meant, what other promises of pleasure could be hiding under the thin veil of desires and reality. The thought that something even better made him skip a beat, his body growing hotter and tense as if the mere touch with her bare skin was burning him…
He was about to speak, whether it was in jest or with a question in mind went out in a puff of smoke as Yukime lunged at him.
Pressing him down onto the floor with all her weight and that seemingly absurd strength that had built up from nowhere and BIT HARD between his shoulder and his neck!
Sharp canines clawing, puncturing and digging his flesh with ease. Making flesh and muscle alike feel as if lit on fire, while spilling onto the world beyond a fresh tide of scarlet that slipped past Yukimes own lips.
Gettan tried to stand up, but he was pushed down with ease! Almost with seemingly apathy, like he was not really there to begin with while she continued to bite and chew onto her chosen spot.
It was only through great pain and effort that he managed to shove her off him. Sending the woman stumbling away, almost right onto her back with a loud thud.
Gettan tried to stand, but the crippling pain in his collarbone threw him off balance, and back to the ground, with the misfortune to land on his wounded side.
His sight dimmed for a moment under a haze of red, yet that did not stop him from trying to take a glimpse at where Yukime had landed.
And he found was something else.
Her eyes had sunken and were blood red instead of their usual blue sky hue. Her face was contorted and warped in a sadistic and monstrous glee of sadism, an incredibly large tongue licking with gusto the blood still smeared over her lips and chin.
``W.-what the fuck!? Yukime what are you-no, no….you are not her. It cant be..!´´
``Didn't you liked it?´´
She, no.., the thing said, clearly not heeding or having taking notice of his words.. Her voice both hers and something else. Echoing not in the air, but inside his skull. Her eyes staring at him with predatory glee.
He didn't say anything, his eyes trying to search for a weapon to use..only to realize his body could not move.
Yukimes doubles face scowled with anger at his apparent lack of response.
``You didn't.., of course you did not. How ungrateful...´´
The nails in her hands started to grow far larger than they actually should in any Theriantrope. Turning from small, sharp things into small knifes in an instant. It was then that he realized that she had been advancing towards him….or his body had somehow been sliding towards her.
``But I should have known…, nothing ever satisfies you´´
``Stay away, stop!´´
He ordered, gritting his teeth, anger and fury licking from the insides of his heart and wanting to be let out, his hands trying to find or reach the sword that was meant to be there...only finding empty air in its place.
As expected, his voice fell in deaf ears as she rose her hands in the air.
``Stop? STOP….!? Like you did? Why..?´´
His ears felt like hell with all that echo her words oozed out, the sound somehow making feel the taste of iron and rotten flesh at the same time.
Grinding his teeth, he tried to slow down the bleeding, warm blood sliding down his fingers and staining his chest and arms in the process..
He grimaced at the sight. It did not look good.
It wasn't..
``What...what are you?´´
``The monument to all your sins..´´
``W-what do you mea-?´´
He tried to speak, but it was too late as the monster that was once Yukime pounced on him once more.
Like a bullet of white hair and light, it closed the distance between them in a heartbeat and slammed right into his chest a moment later, throwing him off his feet. Both literally and figuratively as they hit the deck a few seconds later.
Dizziness momentarily taking hold when the back of his skull connected with the floor, but only for a moment as adrenaline started to pump intensely inside him, especially when he felt a clawed hand grab him by the neck and started to repetitively slam him down onto the ground.
Spiderweb like cracks forming all over his body made contact with the floor.
Sadly, it would have been to easy for him had that been the only thing she-it would do to him as she stopped in her endeavors, dropping him down into the ground like a sack of potatoes... only for her to raise her hands now turned claws before her. With one clear goal in sight..
[Just my luc-]
``Suffer as I did! Taste my rage! Murderer, traitor, weakling, dead-weight...!´
She thundered on an endless volley of screams and snarls halting his words in mid sentence as she threw herself at him. He managed to make his body raise his arms to block the attack, yet the feeling of having the edges of her nails claw and cut through his flesh was not one that he enjoyed.
Especially not with the ferocity she was displaying pouncing on him like a wild beast.
His arms felt a lit at the razor sharp touch of those claws that were far more proper in the limb of a lion or monster than her...
He cried out, tears falling down his cheeks as he tried to keep her at bay..even as flesh was torn away like wet sacks of paper. Blood spraying all around the floor and sheets.
But not even that stopped him from listening to the ravenous screams and growls that erupted from the lips of her former lover.
A fist slammed into his gust, taking the air out of him…, spit and blood slipping from his mouth into the air, before a hand stretched forward and graved him by the scalp, bringing him closer towards those burning and hateful eyes.
``You pathetic blind man...!´´
She spatted with loathing before she slammed his head into the floor, once, twice, thrice…but just as she was about to hit him the fourth...she stopped. Freeing him from her grasp and allowing him to fall to the ground with a loud thud.
It was then that the world imploded around him, as if the mere moment his head came into contact with the ground something broke deep inside. The rooftop of his home roared with the voice of a wounded beast before it was ripped asunder from its foundations, like a pair of twigs whisked away by a colossal hurricane!
And what laid outside those walls now crumbled was not a sight one could forget, though not one that he was a stranger to..
Fires were raging with voracious hunger, the air was clouded by the ashes of the dead, corpses where everywhere…, littering the ground, their blood dampening the fresh grass with a cool touch of scarlet.
Their misty eyes glaring at him from their limp and still bodies in the ground.
Their dried lips open, not in an expression of pain or terror at whatever had given them death, but in a silent accusation as the blood continued to trickle down from their wounds over their pale skin.
As terrific as the visage he was witness of...
As bloody and bitter the sight of those he had sworn to protect now laying dead all around him was.
It could not held a candle to the pain that came from the hatred in said expression they directed at him.
He was the source of their pain.
He was the one they wanted to judge.
Him….
``You did this…, you did this, you did this, you did this…..youdidthisyoudidthisyoudidthisyoudid thisyoudidthis…..! ´´
The ghoulish sound of his beloved echoed everywhere and nowhere at the same time, strong yet weak, sweet and soft yet bitter and burning to the touch.
His eyes slowly found her, Yukime was still standing over him, still using her own weight to pin him down to the ground with a strength that such a slim body like hers could not have been able to exert.
Her nails having grown into large, hooked claws that dug and clawed at hiss flesh so deeply that he felt it scratch his very bones.
But if the appearance of his beloved had turned into a diabolical parody before, it was now fully monstrous.
Her lips broken as her cheeks had ruptured up and down, leaving streaks of tears and webs of pulsating butchered flesh that been carved into a massive and grotesque smile where her jaws seemed to be hanging by mere threads.
The mutilation seemingly self inflicted exposing the muscles and flesh below, her teeth bathed in her own blood while droplets of it continued to fall all over him as she cackled and cursed him at the same time.
And there was only rage in her eyes as she rose a bloodied hand into the air, aiming her claws at him again. Ready to pierce his throat in a moments notice...but not before unleashing one final ear tearing shriek.
``YOU DID THISSSS...!´´
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Jolting up in his bed, Gettan breathed deeply and raggedly as he found himself out of the realms of dreams and back into reality to face another day. Rubbing his face with his hands as he allowed himself some time to calm down. Once he was sure his heart was not gonna implode in his chest did Gettan cock his head to the side.
His eyes landing on the frail, yet alluring form of her beloved who remained even then deeply asleep to his side, feeling the warmth of her naked body pressed against him, sensing the way her chest slowly heaved up and down.
Her silvery hair cascading over the shoulders that were left exposed underneath the blankets, pearls of sweat still lingering over the soft skin.
She looked so frail…, like a piece of glass that would shatter if he were to put even an ounce of pressure on it.
Nothing like the monstrosity that the Yukime of the dream had turned into.
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He brought an arm to over his head to block his eyes from the stray rays of sunlight that managed to peek through the windows and the gaps between the wooden planks that made the walls.
He gritted his teeth, and balled his fists.
He did not stop even as his knuckles turned a deadly shade of white. This was not the first time he had that kind of dream. Though most of the time, moments like these were brought whenever something had poked at him deeply.
And he knew that the argument he had with Yukimes mother had all to do with it.
That damn woman. She could not give him a fucking time of rest, could she not? Always so distrustful, so...vigilant.
In a sense it was something that he would have lauded, but now that it was used against him seemed to only vex him.
Gettan tried to lean back into the pillow his head had rested until then. He tried to push away the frustration of having to deal with a far more intrusive mother in law than he would have appreciated or those bitter and terrible glimpses of the nightmare that had rob him of what had started to be a peaceful slumber.
He tried to find once again the numbness of sleep to welcome him again if only to help him stop thinking about this anymore.…, but he was too bothered and affected by it all for that meager and poorly made attempt to even begin to work. His heart still throbbed painfully fast inside his chest, the tension that been built over his muscles wanting to be let out, and they would not be denied.
So he did the only thing he could do. To leave...
Slowly, prying himself away from his beloveds embrace, holding and placing her body softly and with greater care on the rest of the bed, not wanting to disturb her from her sleep like he had been, his fingers resting for a brief moment on the strays locks of silver that landed on them when he did.
Caressing them softly with two careful strokes as his became fixated on her sleeping form for a few seconds. The desire to stay there, if only to watch over her for a while longer almost too strong to resist..
At least someone would be able to rest peacefully...
Sadly, the last thing he wanted was to screw her sleep with his own fucked up problems. No matter how a part of him wanted to still stay with her. To swallow up the thorn in his heart and remain there for as long as he could.
But he could not.
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No one seemed to care why Gettan started to wander around with only his pants on, allowing for the air of morning to brush against the bare skin of his chest, though it was not like he would have answered any questions if they had.
Quickly, he made his way out of the village, leaving behind the cacophony of the people living in the tribe as he ventured deeper into the forest around the settlement. The air outside was rather cool, though not outright chilly, the ground a little bit humid thanks to the left overs of rain that had permeated the soil not so long ago.
Though in the valley it rarely rained with force, it was not that strange for the occasional downpours to greet them be it day or night.
It made the air cleaner than it already was…, though it made his nose have a little more trouble picking up the scents that should have been there. The water still trickling down leafs and trees dulling the aromas that were always ever present in the foliage.
A skilled hunter could have slip by and he would have been non the wiser, or at least, Gettan would have been unable to prepare himself before they struck. Still, that was not what he was focused on this time.
By the time he stopped he was sure that he was well and truly alone, his eyes finding the spot in a small clearing he had choose for himself some time ago.
A place for himself...and his thoughts.
He sighed tired, closing his eyes for a moment, before looking down at his hands, still clenched, still balled into tight fists...the tension still refusing to bleed out already making them hurt.
He sighed again, this time more loudly. Taking large and big breaths as he slowly pried his fingers off, releasing them from their locked position. Blood slowly sliding down from where his nails had dug into his skin and torn the tissue.
Black eyes glancing down at the slick, sticky arterial fluid that had coated his fingers.. and taking in much to his grimace the coppery scent of his blood when he took another breath, though his face barely showed the reaction.
That dream...it was not the first time he had it.
Sometimes a thing here and there changed, like that sex scene he thought with both fluster and bitterness …
But it was mostly the same, ending always the same way no matter what.
He clenched his jaw, his teeth starting to grind against one another. Even now feeling that scent of fresh blood reach into his nostrils, his shoulder and neck aching terribly as if brought alight by the phantom pains that he had endured during his sleep..
Yes, it always ended the same way. With the world turning into blackness as he was unable to do anything to stop it.
With the dead watching from afar in silence, their cold dead eyes glaring from the other side with nothing but contempt.
With him dead and the one he loved blaming him for it all…
He closed shut his eyes, his lips stiff and closed into a bitter grimace, his face creased with line after line of pain and frustration that flared ever more stronger as he tried his best to quell down the memories that were pouncing and pushing their way up.
But it was for naught as his mind once again relaid the events before his eyes in sadistic fashion.
All under the bitter, mad and grief-stricken cackle of the monster that had bore Yukimes face.
``YOU DID THISSSS...!´
``YOU DID THISSSS...!´
``YOU DID THISSSS...!´
``YOU DID THISSSS...!´
``YOU DID TH-...!´
He slammed his fist into the closest tree he could find, silencing her lying mouth with one swift stroke as splinters of wood flying all over in a shower of dust and wet tree-bark. Birds that had been resting over its branches until them sailing away in both surprise and fear to all locations as shock-waves erupted from where his fist had struck.
``YOU DID-...!´
He hit it again.
``YOU-...!´
And again..
And again..
AND AGAIN…!
Anger fueling his lungs with fire, his body convulsing to the sole desire to end it, to bring himself the peace he had been denied….and so he did it the only way he knew how: slamming, thrusting and punching the living shit of the tree as it was blasted into pieces. Splinters became chunks, chunks became whole parts of the damn thing. Before long he was left standing with his arm stretch up forward, standing over the brutalized remains of the tree that had once stood there.
Blood started to trickle down now from his now torn knuckles and fingers into the ground below, staining the bright green of the forest with a fresh shade of scarlet.
His heart still throbbed painfully in his chest, veins still bursting with adrenaline in the future belief that they would be needed. His breaths were ragged and painful…, sending ripples over the sweat and glistening skin of his chest.
This had been reckless.. Foolish even, but it was finally over.
The voice was finally gone, and with it any other sign of madness it brought with it.
The satisfaction of his victory was sadly short lived….for as it always happens, the silence of one matter always begets another thing to fill the now empty void in its place.
And what came were questions.
Why was this happening? What was happening to him? He was sure he had never experienced such things before as a child, so why now? What had changed..?
He looked down at the marred flesh of his hands, bloodied and punctured in a dozen places by splinters of different sizes. Strong, stronger that what had they laid waste to….but they were shaking.
The sight was almost surreal to him.
Was he going insane..?
Was he...was he that weak?
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He gritted his teeth, predatory fangs sliding out from the cover of his lips
No.., he refused to believe that.
He was not weak.
He was not going insane, even if the facts seemed to scream to the contrary.
This had to be something else.
Was it a vision of the future? A premonition..? He did not know….and just like any warrior, he loathed that..but there were some merits to it though.
It was said that among the tribes there were some who were able to commune with the spirits, that those individuals were able to dream and temporally wander in worlds not under the heel of reality and anything could be possible.
But if that was the case, what they were trying to warn him about? Or...tell him he would do to beget such violent reaction from those he was now living among..?
He would not have much time to ponder as his ears picked a rustling sound not far away from him, the sound of leafs been crushed under someones foot and the soft, yet clearly sound of someones breath escaping through one owns lips.
The black haired Theariantrope immediately turned around, ready to met who ever had dared come out this far into the forest with clearly the only desire to met him.
But when his eyes landed on the target that slowly made its way into the clearing his resolved flickered for a moment.
``Gettan? What are you doing here all on your own...?´´
Spoke the soft and calid voice of his betrothed who finally yanked her clothes away from the cold grip of some bushes and shrubs as she made her way towards him
Blue eyes staring at him with a bit of annoyance, curiosity...and worry.
Gettan tried to breath, to say something but he found his throat refusing his commands. It was only after a few more seconds that he managed to utter a word.
``Yukime…, you are here? Did I wake you?´´
She smiled for a moment, before she shook her head, crossing her arms below her chest.
``Only a little…, I was already stirring up by the time I felt you leave. Why did you? Is the call of nature that alluring..?´´
``No, I just couldn't get back to sleep…
``You could have just stayed with me you know, right…?´´
``I didn't want to bother you.., besides, I had more important things to do ´´
``Like….coming all the way here to punch trees?´´
Clenching his jaw, he fought down the urge to look back at the remains of his deed, knowing full well that the entire mess was in full display and that there was nothing he could say to dissuade her from what it actually looked.
And yet…
And yet…!
``I was... thinking…, the air here is particularly cold, helps cooling my head´´
``So you can punch things better...?´´
He balled his hands into fists.
She really could be merciless when she wanted to with her words.
``Why you have to be this way..´´
``Why you have to be so prideful..? Not like I don't like it, its rather cute seeing you act this way..´´
He scoffed, looking away from those mirthful filled eyes of hers and that gleeful knowing smirk that had wrapped around her soft lips.
She was enjoying herself too much. That soothed and annoyed the hell out of him..
``I am not... cute, I am a warrior´´
The smirk did not vanish, it grew. It seemed she found the notion of his denial even more funny.
It bothered him just as much as it puzzled him. How could someone so weak act so brave towards him like this?
``Sure, sure…, now.., is there something troubling you?´´
What makes you think that something is wrong..
Her smirk started to died out, her lips growing a little more stiff. Her eyes narrowing to a half lid, yet never fully covering those beautiful ponds of blue.
``I may not be able to do much…, but you know you can tell me, right?.´´
``….´´
``….´´
``You wont, is what you are trying to tell me, aren't you..?´´
There was a slight sense of disappointment as-well as pain in her voice.
``Its nothing that you should worry about..´´
``I worry about you, dummy…, look what you have done to yourself. How can you tell me to feel indifference when your blood still ran warm through those wounds..?´´
``I had worse..´´
He tried to convince her, his words however seemed to have the opposite effect as she took a step forward, Yukime stretching her hands forward and holding his with her own. Uncaring of the blood that started to smear on her pure and clean fingers.
``Please, Gettan...right now is not the time to act tough I know you, and you know me. What sort of wife I would be if I were not to care for the health of my mate? ´´
``We are not married..´´
``Not yet…, and even if we weren't going to, I would still care for you´´
``Your mother seems to have different ideas about it..´´
For a moment a moment of weakness crossed Yukimes face like lightning, she still make good work in hiding it...
``That…, no! Let me and me alone to worry about that, don't use it as an excuse to worm your way out of this, young man. Besides, I don't know what beef you and my mother have recently gotten into...but you should know that she is just trying her best ´´
She said with renew confidence as she jabbed a finger on his chest. He glared at her, frowning.
Who did she thought she was? His mother..? The thought was almost laughable, he in fact would have done so right away...if he had been able to enjoy and bask in the solitude of the forest or if the situation they were talking about had not been so grim in nature.
At least...to him.
He pulled his hand away from hers, even though a part of him would have wanted for it to remain there. But he could not allow such petty things to hold him down.
He had to be stronger..
He had to be better..!
There was no time for him to waste in useless and flimsy feelings of weakness. Weakness was like a cancerous decease, if one allowed it..if only for a second to take hold over one it would spread without control.
And it would lead to ones own doom.
``Its nothing, forget it.., perhaps I just woke up with the wrong foot today. Just..´´
``Just what?´´
Why? Why did she had to make it this hard on him..? He wanted to lash out, he wanted to rage and yell at the way the meek daughter of that woman continued to make him feel like shit!
He wanted to turn away and just continued to brood on the things that he yet did not understand…
He wanted to…., but he could not.
Because whether he liked or not, he knew he was the one and only that had caused this pain to her...and he hated every second of it.
Gettan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
``Just...go back to your home…, I will return soon, I am sorry I worried you, but I...I need to be here a little longer..´´
``You promise?´´
He stared at Yukimes own eyes with a determination of his own. He would have to respect the fact that she did not flinch or even looked away when he did.
Weak as she was...there were things were she actually was strong.
He then nodded.
``I promise in my honor...´´
It was not much..
Not grand speech or wise explanation...but their kin was not fan of those things like the elves were. In other words, few words were better than more.
And so...as expected, whatever worries had assailed his beloved since he had left her side, vanished..leaving behind a simple, yet appeased expression in the young Snow fox before Yukimes lips once again were wrapped into a broad smile as her eyes shone with happiness.
``Well, I will hold it to you. Don't be late, eh? I will be preparing breakfast...´´
He did not answer, nor did she wait for it as she rapidly made her way out of the clearing, humming a melody as she did.
He did not follow, in fact, he chose to remain there..., staring at the path she had chosen to go through the foliage as her back became smaller and smaller. And he continued to do so when she was long gone.
That...was not what he had expected things to go.
In fact, since coming here to fight against those who had tried to wipe Yukimes clan out...nothing of these was something he had envisioned to happen.
He stared at his bloodstained hands, the wounds slowly closing in as the magic inside him started to pull out the splinters on its own and seal the cuts.
Even though she was weak, unable to defend herself...she really had managed to shook him around, hadn't she?
He remembered the dream, the anger, the hatred and pain in the eyes of the monster..
If the spirits were telling him that something awful was going to happen, that the tribe would taste ruin...then they should not worry about it.
For he would never fail.
No matter how long it took, how much he had to suffer...he would protect what was his. The price required of it...he would pay it gladly.
He just needed more power…
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A/N
I know that Gettan may be an unpopular character...but I have always liked the idea and design of the blind, wolf like samurai wandering the world instead of the typical human or elf character. It kind of pained me the way he got the chop in cannon.., even though..in a sense, it was necessary given where the story was planned to go afterwards. They should have at least made the misunderstanding that he and Cid got in his last breaths not exist..but well, misunderstandings is the main trope of the cannon story.
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But well, that was canon and this is not. So here he is, ready to become may next chew toy for the foreseeing future…honorable, cruel or perhaps just tragic...the end of Gettan could be anything.
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Also, given that the Yukime and Gettan were in loved before he went cuckoos with his short temper and inferiority complex I don't think it was improbable to think that the two may have done the "deed" in their time together...so please, don't be mad at that.