Stavanger Bay Get you all alone

Rakk.

Stupid, unwitting. Angered. Pained.
"You will show yourself!"
He found himself on the doorstep of a pack. Was he looking for help, Aure, or more pain? Something greater to take his mind off his leg?
Infected, oozing blood and had a rancid stench that could be smelt from meters away. Painful to walk on. He'd limped here. He'd limp for the rest of his days.
The bone, cracked, chipped. Tendons, torn. Flesh, infected.
"I hate you! Come here. I will show you-" He heaved in a sharp breath.

He'd be lucky to survive the blood poisoning that would ensue if he didn't get treatment. Walking through herbs in that cave had helped fight the infection then. But now?
He needed a healer. Where could he find a healer if he was not pack-bound.

He didn't send up a call. Couldn't bring himself to do so. He crossed over the boundaries, a sense of dread filling his stomach. He hadn't eaten much, only some leaves in passing. Some scraps on an unrecognisable form. He couldn't live like this.
"Let me touch you. Let me just...feel. It's safe." He swallowed,  "I'm safe. Let me..." Quieter, softer. Until he exploded, "Aure! Where are you! Fucking come here, you bitch!" He stumbled, earning a sharp yelp of pain as he fumbled on three legs.
But he refused to join. To be ruled over. He sought to usurp, destroy, fail. Break the ties that made pack and family.
That is what he sought here.

@Norsamu but anyone can join <3

The white lioness was near, patrolling the borders when she caught his scent. A stranger, crossed into their territory with no call. He was trespassing, and she didn’t take kindly to those, not when she had no clue what danger he could bring. Faintly she also smelled blood, the acrid scent of pain- this only added to her rumble in her throat. Not only a trespasser but one bringing trouble. Black lips curled back as a snarl escaped her mouth, she tore off through the trees of the Stormrift borderlands to meet the male.

She heard his voice, he was yelling and cursing, and the closer she got the more rot reeked off of him. White paws pounding through the light snow cover, Saucy finally came to see him, a grizzly sight that caused her only to pause in recoil. She looked him up and down for a moment, repulsed by the carnage, then released a deep warning growl. Fur bristling and in a position of dominance, Saucy raked her front paw across the ground. The fuck do you think your doing? she snarled a warning.

"What thee fuck?" She heard the crazed seatalk, someone gotten a wee' sick over the salt in the air perhaps. Though they cursed and moaned, she did not hear a familiar voice, nor' a familiar name. The behemoth walked to the site of the two, Saucy and the unknown crazed wolf who spoke of an unknown stranger named Aure. Norsamu took pace to walk near the two, and pulled aside right by the white lioness, and gave a brow raise to her, before focusing back on this seamad lad.

"Ahoy, ya seem a bit lost laddy, n' a bit crazed. What'cha doin'?" Unlike her companion, she didn't turn into an immediate hostile outlook, and only laughed at this scene. He seemed harmless with the obvious limp of his three-legs, so she deemed him no threat. Though he was crossing their borders, "Aye, hope ya know ya on Pack lands."

His eyes passed over the first to greet him. Pale like Aure, yet not. Too harsh. Brutal. Not holding any semblance to the soft-spoken girl he desired. He stared at her like a vacant husk, mouth agape as if he was shocked or about to reply. Until another came to the picture, speaking with an accent.
He loved an accent, something different from the usual slur of words that sung like music to his ears whilst dismantling their bodies.
He groaned softly, taking another limping step forwards.

"Aure. Healer." The words weren't connected, yet he spoke them as if they were. Perhaps Aure was a healer, he didn't care.
He wanted to be rid of pain. The pain of not owning Aure. Of his brutalized leg.
Surely he couldn't be harmful to the pair before him.

With a swooning step, he staggered to them, closer and closer. Looking as if he'd drop dead before them. He struck quickly, ivories lunging for the angry-wraith. Seeking to capture her in his grasp, seeking for dominance.
He forgot of the other, forgot he shouldn't. His whole body cursed and screamed to refrain but he was hungry...lusting. Lusting for the tang of blood that was not his own to trickle across his tongue.

He lunged for the white wretch, teeth seeking to latch onto her; but instead, he falls to the side, unbalanced by his leg. He stumbles, trying to keep upright with a groan to try and counter the action. An action that could've been mistaken for an accident. 

The look given by the intruder and the lack of response was irksome, Saucy stamped her paw much like a bull would and let out a long warning rumble. He was very clearly injured, but that wouldn’t stop her from attacking if he proved any sort of threat. Norsamu appeared nearby, the pirate a lot less hostile than Saucy was. She gave a quick glance at Norsamu, but otherwise refused to take her eyes off of the grey bloodied male. 

He spoke his first words, staggered short cut and pitiful. Healer, he had said, and she started to allow a bit of relax. Perhaps that was all her wanted, and in that case they could possibly help. She was about to ask him more, but then he began to stumble towards the two women. Had she not already been so tensed she might’ve been more sympathetic, but she still saw him as an intruder and a potential danger. As he moved towards her, her lips quivered, warning him to come no further. 

And then he did something that she hadn’t expected, but her body had luckily stayed wary for. He lunged at her with flashing teeth, a ferocious horror in his eyes. She yelped and stepped back out out of the way as he fell a little short, collapsing onto his side. Rage filled her, when she realized that he’d been trying to fool them, to take their presumed empathy for granted. You mother fucker, she snarled and leapt upon him. Her pearly teeth tore into the skin at his shoulder blade, ripping and tugging until she’d pulled out a decent mixture of fur and flesh.

"Shame to say they ain't here," or at least Norsamu thinks. Never heard the name Aure be mentioned near these sands, and most likely wasn't a companion within the Stormrift ranks. Though she didn't seem to mind the limited information, but Saucy on the other hand, seemed quite impatient to tackle him down. Her sunset gaze crossed toward the stomping of pawsd and clear hositiliy the other presented, as all the pirate did so far was offer a toothy grin to the other. Even

She strode up a bit further to him as he came closer, her head held high and a grin of arrogance across her face, "Not so fast lad," the pirate desired to intimidate him, but his mind was far too lost to try and tame, and he already begun to lurch forward, right at the lady beside Norsamu. She didn't find it a laughing matter anymore, and came forward with her own growl and loud bark of alert. A fellow whome she simply tried to greet with a tone of friendliness, but she wasn't so forgiving when one would attack a comrade.

He fell short, and didn't manage to grab her, but Saucy didn't seem please by his attempt and tried to take a chomp out of a fallen man. She didn't find that an issue, and took her own lurch forward to slam the behemoth's paws onto his side, to try and keep the fellow down. Her teeth hissed a deep growl, as she lurched a lip backwards, "What the fuck you doing there, mate?" Her paw desired to grab onto the fellow but missed as he struggled to get up. She only desired to crush his ribs and hold him down, but ah, at least she could bend down and whisper, "a death wish?"

A soft chuckle crossed to her maw, and a devilishly smile to the blackened giant, while looking at this injured, and crazed creature. Such a poor thing, deserves to be put down.

He didn't scream again. Not this time when he was befallen with teeth and searing pain that cut him to the bone. Thin flesh already taught over his shoulder easily exposed his bone.
Too easy.
The lack of food and loss of blood, not to mention the fever and infection that ran in him. Sepsis would soon take his leg.
His maw gaped in silent pleads as the gore filled the pearl-wolf's maw. His body shook, legs curling up under him like a spider feigning death. Or actually dying. It's hard to tell with those things.

Something inside him clicked, something connecting in his throat to release the undiluted screech of pain and terror, his eyes flaring wide as his body kicked into action once more, legs -- all three -- failing to raise his body, to stop the attack. His muscles weakened and pain flaring angrily through his shoulder, his leg. He caterwauled over and over, falling into that pit of hatred and despair. The pain his mind raged around, feeding on it yet being devoured by it.

Pain

Pain

Pain
The only feeling echoing across the vast expanse of his mind. He writhed there, trying his hardest to not get hurt, yet hurting himself more in the process.
His teeth met his leg, biting into the elbow, crushing down on it with his despair, anger.
Pain.
It had no effect on his, he bit again, body convulsing around the action. He wanted the endless pain to end. He would rid himself of it. He knawed on his own leg, teeth grating into his elbow. The prone limb unresponsive, and yet he kept screaming around his actions.
It was hard to tell where one scream on pain ended and the next of anger began.

 

The blood that filled her maw tasted vile, poisoned and filthy. Not the usual satisfactory sweet taste at the end of a hunt, but a sickening bitter flavor. This didn’t deter her from the attack, she continued until she’d mangled flesh from bone. Norsamu appeared at her side, teasing him cruelly as Saucy punished his foolish actions. His screams began, and she felt a hint pity for him, he barely was resisting her attack and it seemed hardly fair. Especially when he took the truly unexpected route, and began to gnaw at his own leg.

He was crazed, either so in pain that he’d lost it or he had some sort of mental issue going on. Fear creeped into her that it was a disease, the venom in his blood that had gotten to his mind. She backed off of him with a look of disgust on her face, having done quite a bit of damage in her first attack. She couldn’t imagine he would try to assault them again, if he had any sense he would drag himself out of the Stormrift territory now. A low rumble grew in her throat again as her icy eyes burned into his limp figure.

This is your last chance you little shit. Get the fuck out of my home before I rip your eyes out with my teeth, she said, his blood oozing out from between her teeth. She stopped to spit it at the ground, alongside the fur and skin she’d torn off of him. Saucy was usually an easygoing and friendly wolf, but her sin was wrath. He’d invoked it, and he was lucky that she was even giving him the option to leave.

"A madman, took too much sea water." A paw was not even needed to be lent, as the lad went and starting to gaw on his self. Her partner in crime, Saucy, seemed disgusted by these acts and irritated by what he has done, but Norsamu only chuckled at the scene. She even cracked a joke at this odd moment, where the other seemed to truly have lost it. Following with a scream of madness, and a hardy chow-down to himself, what a sickening twist. Though the pirate held no pity for him, or the fear of what he was, she held a desire to put him down more then anything.

"Aye, perhaps we best take him out instead, ya? He bit wild." Norsamu offered a different route, instead of letting the fellow free. She felt he wouldn't simply leave, especially for what he was doing now. She thought it was the best option, then let others get feasted upon by a madman searching for someone. A rabid dog, really.

The deranged spider stopped his self-inflicted attack, panting heavily with his eyes wheeling upwards, rolling back into his head. His maw gaped like a beached fish, words again escaping him. The damage has been done.
He'd gnawed partly through his elbow, the limb now with no hope of being right. Blood and puss leaked from the infected half of his leg; the rotting stench rising from the limb.
The creature groaned softly, perhaps a half-hearted growl that wasn't voiced properly because of his screaming.

His eyes rolled back down, their washed colour settling on the pair before him.
One spoke funny, he realised. Slowly, his head lifted. Vision swimming, the wolves before him divided, forming more bodies before settling back into their own forms. Rakk blinked.
Rakk, his name. His head slumped back onto the sand with a soft thud. The only sign of his life was the rise and fall of his chest, his breathing slowing to a more regular rhythm.
"Sorry." He rasped, voice fading to quietness. The waves crashing upon the shore filled his ears. And let himself be submitted to natures decisions.
He'd had enough of feeling.
So he chose not to.

Saucy stepped back, still bristling in rage, and watched the horror show unfold. The male was eating himself, teeth crackling at a puss filled and bloody pile of bone and- well there wasn’t enough flesh left to say that- blood. It was nauseating, and Saucy's fury melted to some mixture of the two; abhorrence. She wanted no more of it. Norsamu seemed to think it sort of funny, but Saucy could only think that his tainted blood was in her mouth, this wheezing sputtering half dead monster had touched her. She wanted nothing more than to forget him and take a bath.

Norsamu suggested taking him out, and despite giving him a heavy threat, but Saucy had never done anything like that before, and more so than that, she didn’t plan on touching him again. She stood, icy cold eyes locked on his mangled form with a paw raised in preparation to leave. You can do whatever you want with this, I need to... go wash this off, she said, feeling as though she was gonna be sick. The smell of rot was like nothing she’d experience before. Her eyes finally moved from him, to Norsamu. She wouldn’t leave unless the pirate had this handled, so she waited for a confirmation.

She raised an eyebrow at this lad, who had stopped his madness in an apology. She could see he calmed down, away from the moment early on, and more of a wolf with a mind, then of a madman. Though could never be sure, she was quite tempted to take him, that Norsamu stepped forward, eyes locked onto the fellow, like he was prey.

Though Saucy didn't seem to care to do the same, and wished to wash the red off of her lion pelt. The pirate couldn't help admit it did stank, but the smell was familiar, and nostalgic, the familiar love of blood and sweat, that she adored it so. The rage of fighting and injuries, and the taste of them between one maws, she was more then delighted to start something, and her blood boiled to do so. She gave a nod, with a smile despite the crazed thought, a-okay with the other stepping away for a bath. Not all would like the tainted crimson from someone who drunk too much sea water.

Thoouughh, "Aye, lad, what we gonna do with ya now?" To kill or not to kill, is the question at hand. Might as well have fun with this as the rest would step away, and not be around, probably. Out of sight, out of mind.

His eyes shuttered, fighting to keep in the world of the awake. It would surely mean death if he closed his eyes then. He instead tilted their vacancy to the pirate, his face slack. No wild grin, no sneer, no words of horror.
Nothing.
He was nothing.
An urge prodded at him, trying to stir something in him. His body didn't react at all. No hint of rising; not yet. No suggestion of words; not yet. What was he going to do?

Get up

No

You have to

Why

Survive

Survival. It was the core of nature and yet he had no intention to do so. He wanted to be washed away there and then, a stain wiped from the face of the Earth. Yet, he couldn't resist the calling the Mother imposed on him; he had to oblige. And he did.
Legs slowly moving under him, he tried to rise. His torn and broken limb still attached by some tendon that hadn't rotten or severed. Pain, nausea. It all swam through his head, swayed his body. Without the support of four legs, he collapsed with a grunt, a silent cry of pain. 
He wouldn't survive long.

Turning pleading eyes to the wolves, he blinked. Himself unsure of what he should do apart from trying again. So he did. He slumped into a sitting position, balancing precariously. His head hung, panting softly despite the chill air. Expecting more words to be spoken at him, to again feel the bite of their jaws. He expected the pain now; it was all that happened. It repented his sins.
He knew that as soon as his prayer was uttered, he'd be taken. That's if the Mother deemed him to have suffered enough.
He believed so.