Blackfoot Forest Chaotic sacrifice [MATURE]

  

Sun, blood, water and purification. Glimmering between sunlight the hopes of ray had moved and shifted for a while, little movement conveyed and eyes were blinking slowly, catching the rays of sunlight as it came and shifted - disappeared to night. The blood was flowing, the whored had lasted and pleasured, the fitting mechanisms slowly awakening as man could barely feel himself alive. The other half of what used to be was gone, left him, destroyed and petrified for all eternity. Felt the half somewhere and alive, maybe not well, maybe injured as he. Convey, hurt, purify their souls.

His purpose of earth as a plentiful GOD had always been easy, non-mistakable and without doubt or question. He could not be alive for he simply was. The night was above him, the stars were not out and the moon shy behind clouds. His temporarily home was not of his pleasure, he could not feel satisfaction for this was not his paradise, this was not the world he had built or the heavenly beauty he had created. This was destruction, pain and disgust in material form. The white god lifted his head quietly and with no other motion or displayed emotion.
 
Nena overshadowing pairing to his heart was not so easily quenched with stench of whores in the land. Temptation not too large for him to forget the scent and protection that had been provided. He rose in darkness, so bright and clean his fur would shine in this complete darkness that it appeared as if a small moon had landed on earth. He never hunted in this thick darkness for he was too easily seen, yet never had had the need to deprive himself from combat. The man had seen many fights, yet had no visible scars to show from it. He wore a confidence and calm unlike most, secure in his place on earth it was more than mere alpha presence that shrouded him. Believed to be god by many, there was no denying that he was more than simply confident in himself. He knew his purpose and his righteous ways, being wrong or flawed had never appeared as an option to him.

Slowly he walked in the treacherous land, moss softening every step and giving no sound of his pacing. Few other white wolves would be as clean as the man before them, for he took great care to his fur, not for the sake of vanity, but the past and ill of his history held secrets in being dirty like no other. He had once dirtied himself as a child, hidden in the undergrowth with his sister, eyes wide, scared and on the lookout. They had run away again, scarce on resources the other half of him hid under him, hungry, tire and longing for security. The mud and swampland were the only means of hiding in the darkness now, they had rolled in it to cover the whiteness, for days they had run from the monster in the dark.
 
Days without food, though old enough to hunt neither dared to slow their pace in the swamp. But they could not keep it up. He had held his breath under the bushes as pacing and footsteps passed them. He was here. The monster, the fear, the nightmare. They trembled, they hid and they were found. He was dragged out, did not fight it, squealed and cried to leave his sister be, to kill him instead if needed be. Met with nothing but laughter as the monster smashed his head into a rock. The world started swinging, could not hold focus on what happened, but he heard her screams. Nena.. His sister. He slowly rose, tried to focus his eyes, but what met him was more than a nightmare.
 
Monster. On top of her. She cried, he moved and thrusted into her. Loath stiffened. He had never fought back, always taken the beating for her, always let him quench his lust on him, let him live out these sadistic needs to his body rather than hers. He touched her. It was the last day the man ever felt fear, it was the day he outgrew the monster and attacked with vicious force and killed his own father for his sins. It was the day he became god of purification. He became known as Loath.
 
Never since had his fur been dirtied, for he could not stand the memory of it.
 
His love for his sister overruled those of earthly laws, they had always had an understanding unlike any other, it was as if they read each other’s minds, they had never left the other’s side, not until the fall of his heaven and she had been taken from him. His love would conquer all, the world and heaven all to find his sister.
 
To him this land was nothing more than disgust as if goo and shit stuck to his paws, this he was used to and he walked past it all, slowly reaching toward a territory he had found on his search, his head lowered toward the trail before lifting once more. The water he passed was murky, lured with its own filth. It had rained earlier that day and the water drops of the trees were landing in the soft moss below, giving no sound as the moss took it as a sponge. His cold and neutral eyes were searching and never resting as he kept his pace along the border, waiting, searching.

Please be sure to understand that this guy WILL see visions and things not there, yet never give away he does so. Just to avoid confusion. Also should I mark this mature?

noted, and you might want to for the semi-graphic description. Also your writing style intimidates the crap out of me! :)

The scent was staler as days passed, leaving her to sleep alone without Sam's bulk beside her and without a bounce in her step. Life had seemed perfect for once, finally falling into place and then fate had ripped it from beneath her. It was fitting, that she of everyone who might have been abandoned, would be done in such a matter. 

Sadness had begun to slowly bleed to anger and was beginning to gnaw at her like a ravenous animal. Sam's scent was nary a trace, but the next to reach her nose was close but unfamiliar. Liri veered from her course, leaving the boundary to come upon the stranger.

[indentThey might have been related if they had similar shapes but it was obvious this man held no heritage to her nor Leto. He was pale coated as it was, his stance similar to her own. Liri didn't recognize it as God complex but rather as dominance, which would get this man no where with her.

Liri raised her head up defiantly, ears turned to him expectantly. The arctic wolf's tail rose like a flag, an open display of her position in Rosings. "Can I help you?" 

Will mark the title! Also I’m sorry that is not my intention. Also a lot of thinking going on, but would appreciate no ooc knowledge goes into ic.

The filth of the trail grew thicker, darker until it turned black and thick. It did not slow him however and his eyes were focused, fixated as he simply strolled through it. The man had seen worse, burning flesh, breaking bones, and the malice of torture. Had he not once ripped the tongue from a wolf to silence the blasphemy that was cried of a warlord and tyrant? That he would never rule, that he would never grow. How wrong he had been, how silence he had become. The man found great pleasure in just how wrong he had been. The clarity of sins had not overcome him as he built his paradise from nothing short of him and his sister. They were all that founded the pack and they were all that was needed. Petrified had the world been when they rose out of the marshland and into mainland. Their numbers grew drastically with the extra room and shortly after they made claim to the wolves of the deserts.
 
No one had been safe from the god of destruction, beauty and all of its glory. He was all, merciful and merciless when righteous in his way. He could pretend sympathy but actually held none to those not deserving and he knew who deserved. Yet all here were sinners, they were all making a living from chaotic worship. They knew no other options and deserved no punishment, they knew of no other way than this and how else could they help it? They only knew what they had and this was all they had before he arrived. There was no sin in not knowing and he would bring them more than mercy, the good kind would be rewarded, healed and saved from what this land had done to them. Healed from the outside to the inside he could restore peace to their broken hearts and it was exactly what he planned to do. Heal the broken hearted.
 
Did he have a broken heart for the loss of his sister? The other half of him, the stars to his moon, the rays of the sun and the only love that existed? No. God did not have broken hearts, for he knew she was out there, knew she too was half of whole, she was searching and she looked for purpose. She would come to him, she would look for him and this purpose was given.  Doubts or creeping thoughts of betrayal had never existed to a god, he was beyond it and he knew his sister – she lived for him and she had praised him as the god he was since he had protected against the monster in the swamp.
 
He would stay – here. Wait. Find the ugly and heal it.
 
”Can I help you?”
 
She had not hid her arrival and he had chosen to stand still when she approached, simply watching her as she came to him. White – pure imposter of her, nothing short or less. Disgusting taint, filthy bitch or the color, never before had he seen such impurity in this color and he remembered seeing many of them, and seeing them covered in their crimson true colors as he delivered justice to their sins. You shall be mine. He wanted it. He wanted this creature for his taking and he would deny any other until his sister came to him. He could turn this – disgust to beauty. She was shorter and broader than the man, and her fur thick like she came from the artic lands. The man himself had warm fur for the cold, but it was not wide and made his body slimmer than most other wolves of his species. His legs longer, making him appearing taller, his face sharp and pointed, ears not rounded but like arrowheads. He was better in any way.
 
”I fear not.” Her tail was raised, her head lifted and ears pointed forward in clear showcase of dominance. The man knew this stance, he had broken it apart so many times before when taking what was rightfully his. He had never himself used this stance, his head was simply high and ears forward without no intention of scaring the woman. His tail was hanging relaxed without movement and his eyes neutral to her, simply looking at her with no expression. His mind though knew that she should be claimed for him. He would turn her into his, he would make her beauty again and turn the ugly from her. She would be saved, she would plead to him and lay below him when he chose to. She was alpha and did not recognize him as one – yet. Did not matter. She would see, she would learn him as GOD or die in her sins. He could see it already, tempted by her white fur to make an opening in her belly, pull intestines out, gnaw and chew them to spill every filling on her fur, cover her filthy body in makeup.
 
She would be dominated she would love him for it to the very end. She became the reason for him to join, to prove point home, to give her what she fully deserved yet did not know she deserved. He could be kind or he could be cruel.
 
”I can help you” It was not a question, not even a remark but mere conclusion to the situation, he looked toward her eyes and there was no challenge, no malice or cruelty in them, but the wish to help the wounded. She would see it as friendly, as someone being helpful, but he knew. Knew that she needed saving but was not ready to hear it yet, not ready to be told of her own imperfections, she needed time, healing. She had been hurt in the past for who hadn’t? How recent he did not know, but the man knew that she would need him and he would make sure to be there at any given moment she needed him. She could turn into beauty, and he would show her how.
 
Poor man shield had not given in yet. She would cry and plead for it to end, she would bleed through it all, but come out on the other end as her potential would guide her. She was nothing and could never be the other half, but she could become. She could live if she would listen and listen carefully. Or did the whore need a mask of makeup?

A brow cocked, for at one time Liri might have politely shrugged it off and continued on with the conversation in a slightly embarrassed matter. That Liri was hibernating in some dark corner of her brain, waiting to awaken for the right person. This fellow was not it.

"You can't, actually," she retorted snippily, fed up with people who presumed to hold themselves above her as if they knew what was best for her or her people. Pallas, Sen, this stranger. 

"Furthermore I don't want your help. If that was all you had to say then perhaps you had best try a different pack," Liri suggested. It wasn't the best of luck that this male had come when she was already angry and it was worse now that he had gotten on her bad side. 

Unless he could pull some extremely stunning skill out of a theoretical magician's hat, Liri couldn't see him joining her ranks.