Thread: His(MissKitty19&Monstrous Passions)

Baal remembered the funeral pyre the Ghostdancers put on for the fallen cub of the tribes spiritual leader. Ichigo was to become the next Shaman and healer for their people following his bloodlines footsteps. It was unfortunate that he wandered too far from camp and ended up prey to apes of all things. Almost hairless demons who stumbled about blindly through the world sowing destruction to everything they touch took their chosen one without a second thought and left him to die like a common animal. A furor was igniting in the Ghostdancers that night as they swore to the old gods they would make the apes pay for his death in blood to appease Ichigo's soul and retain the honor of the tribe. So it was then they sent out their best warriors to track their hunting parties one by one to eliminate their supply of flesh which in turn would weaken their whole group. It was war. The first order of genocide is remove the supplies necessary to support life. Then overwhelm the weakened survivors with fire and fury. The sense deprived apes awkwardly stumbled through the woods that night in search of food. Spears and javelins were drawn. Knives were born from their sheaths. Arrows tightened against their drawstrings. The apes knew something was amiss and the scent of their fear was overwhelming. Every wolf could sense it. Smell it. It was intoxicating to the senses. Fear was like a drug that riled up the adrenaline glands. All at once the wolves howled their war cry which split the night. ICHIGO Arrows buzzed the apes, striking a few down were they stand impaling them with the crude yet effective missiles. Before they would recover spear wielding wolves charged from the trees and clashed into melee with the demoralized humans, impaling some and engaging in melee with the rest. It was glorious chaos and blood was flowing like rivers of vengeance. The too slow humans were perforated repeatedly until they collapsed. Some wolves gave in to the madness and resorted to tooth and nail. Dark bubbling blood coated the warriors as they advanced cutting down the apes ranks. The wolves that fell were pushed aside by the wolves behind them and the advance continued. No wolf hesitated or took a step backwards. To die or kill in his name There was no middle ground. Baal literally tore the face off one of the young human males and left him gagging on his own fluids when he come across the fallen form of Janet. Even in the berserker frenzy of the moment he hesitated simply dispatching her. All around him there was agony and death, but time seemed to slow down at that moment. The rise and fall of her chest became a foci which he could not tear his attention from, his thoughts having melted away at that instant. It was like resisting the instinct to step on a flower, but instead at the last minute he plucked it into his arms and carried her off from the death that reigned supreme. The frenzing wolves did not notice as they got their bloodlust fill dropping human after human beneath spear or claw. Baal carried the young female from the slaughter , not using a single rational thought beside Mine , saving her from an untimely destruction. They were taught to hate them. After all they killed wolves on sight so it was preached. Baal became fascinated with the features of Kyle. They were so alien to them. Everything in him screamed to drain her vitae from her still living body but he couldn't bring himself to do it. She was helpless and there was no honor in slaughtering her he rationalized. Perhaps he could save her for later. When the ape demon awoke he could deal with her accordingly. A furred paw like hand grasp her frail neck. Lips curling back he thought of their kind continuously ruining everything imaginable. But he couldn't kill her. Not yet. Baal wanted to converse with this one while she was conscious for educational purposes of course..