Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Mixie had curled up in a ball, her legs picked up to her chest, she pressed against the side of the tub with her head down. She thought perhaps he'd get annoyed or tired with her and leave her to herself. Then maybe she could get out of here, or try to figure out a plan to break free if she could manage in her condition. A loud yelp let her lips as he grasped her hair and tugged. The way he pulled her over the tub was unnatural, and Mixie squirmed in his hold. Her hands clawed at his, her head rocking lightly as her legs kicked up below in the water. This left her large breasts unguarded as she struggled. Milky white with little pink perky nipples. Some of Mixie's hair hung off the edge of the tub and her nostrils flared, her body jerking every now and then in his hold whenever he moved slightly. Fuck you! Mixie's eyes narrowed, her brows furrowed, her eyes watered. Fuck you! I'll hit you all I want! I don't want you touching me! She didn't care that he was barring fangs at her, or trying to assert his dominance over her, Mixie was not having it. It was only when that growl came, a weird one that caused her muscles to tense at the sound that her body started to panic. That growl showed her exactly what she had been assuming there was something wrong with the way he was looking at her and now it was more apparent then ever. It was the look someone might have given at their first sight of good food after a year of starving on scrapes. A hungry animal to a bone. A yelp formed on her lips again, Mixie jerked in his hold as he lowered his face to take a giant whiff in of her. The action caused her heart to catch in her throat, her stomach to drop. Her body knew something Mixie did not want to know, but she was soon to find out. Mixie's shoulder jerked up as he licked her, shivering in a bit of disgust. She had never had a pet, never been around a animal really in her whole life. None of her parents friends had ever had pets, and her parents made sure she was never near them. So this act of licking her, repulsed, and excited her. Gross... Was the word that pulled out of her mouth. Water kicked up, knocking out the side of the tub as he ran his under the water as the tips of his claws grazed against her skin. Mixie cried in a bit of protest, though he didn't pierce skin the feeling still was unpleasant. The closer he got to her heart, the faster it seemed to thrum. So loud was her heart that it echoed in her ears, drowning out any thought in her head,her eyes staring at the ceiling in shock. Fuck! Mixie cursed when the claws wrapped around her throat drawing some blood. She had never been one for physical pain, mental pain was exhausting enough, and this pain brought tears to her eyes. If only she knew what was next. IT was hard to breath too, his hand made the thrumming of her heart more apparent. She could feel every pulse, every twitch of her heart through her neck, through his palm. Then..it happened. Mixie screamed, her shoulder jerking pointlessly in his grasp as his teeth kept her there. She tried to squirm down in the tub, but he was already keeping her in this awkward pose with his hand and now his teeth. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she clenched her teeth, the water droplets falling onto the ground. Her hands, without her knowing, had jerked backwardly clawing at him and smacking him before giving up. This moment felt like ages, but it only lasted a few quick seconds. His teeth pulling out, the feeling of just his lips wrapped around her flesh before he licked the wounds. Her fingers dug into his skin, one on his hand another on his arm. Mixie was breathing heavily, tired and uneasy she could feel that the wound had closed, the dual throbbing pain still a ghost in her mind. Then, his face was above her, and she looked at him in frightened horror as his lips moved to form words she didn't like hearing, ones that made her whole shudder. Fuck you. Mixie protested once again, only to find his lips crashing against her own forcefully and his tongue filling up her mouth. She kicked out more bath water, a large puddle formed on the floor, some had shot onto the wall and curtains. Most girls dream about how romantic their first kiss will be like and what the boy that will claim it might look like. Mixie had never thought about such things, she had given up on that dreamy outlook on life. The girl had accepted that her entire life would be spent inside the walls of a hospital, never seeing humanity again. This must have been a rude awakening kissing a boy she barely knew, and him claiming her as his. She could also feel it that break in her mind, that hurt in her heart like something was forcing itself in, and Mixie thrashed in the tub to this. It had been at least an hour, from what he could tell, and the rest of the pack had become restless. Yasmine had gone to take a nap, while some of the others had gone with Nero back to the River to relax and bath. Garai knew it was still nighttime, but everyone else had agreed with Yasmine's order they would wait until the house had settled. Alone Garai stood in his human form, watching the owl overhead with cautious eyes. Yasmine was dumb and brash, and Garai knew all too well what his intentions were with getting Mixie. She wanted to slaughter everything in sight, such was her way. Garai could remember when Kasto had first introduced her to him. Kasto had been adamant about warning Garai about his younger sister Yasmine. Don't trust anything she says Garai.. Kasto had warned the young laid after admitting he'd love to imprint him. Garai had been thrilled with the idea, having been a lone wolf his entire time, and he loved Kasto more than life. Kasto had made so many promises to Garai, and now that Kasto had wished to imprint him, it meant everything was coming true. Garai would be joining the pack, and he would finally have the family he had lacked in the wilderness. Yet still, Kasto frightened voice picked in his ear. She's your sister Kasto, she'll be my sister too. Why should I not trust our sister? Garai had been so young and foolish, and Kasto had been so gentle. Over the years of being with Kasto, Garai had learned what best suited his partner, what Kasto needed most, and this instance became one that showed him the warrior Kasto needed. She's your blood, no? Why say such hateful things of family? My sister isn't like you, or any of the rest of us.. Kasto had warned. They had been sitting in Kasto's apartment, over looking Egypt in all it's glory during the night. You aren't like anyone else Kasto. Don't pair yourself with the likes of me. I doubt your sister could be more special than you. Garai had wanted to change Kasto's solemn features, to make his lover smile. Instead, Kasto only stared at him in an empty manner. Garai had gone cold. Kasto had never shown this empty frightened side of him before, but he knew being an imprinted mate meant he would see all of the bad sides of Kasto now, and he needed to be stronger. I'll tell you something Garai, and don't ever forget this. None of our family discusses this, but I'm the only one who knows the truth besides Yasmine. Garai had nodded, silent. Kasto had smiled then, sighing of relief that Garai looked as frightened as Kasto felt. I know you know I can see things, things no one else can see or hear. I've had this gift, this curse ever sense I was young. I'm thankful to grow up under my parents who nurtured me and treated me well, and to have Reda as a younger brother. We've all been through so much.. Kasto was teary, but he dismissed Garai's advances to console him. Some werewolves have litters you know, like normal wolves. Now a days no one thinks twice about a woman having three or four children at once, but back in the day we would live outside villages to avoid curious onlookers... I already know you were one of three Kasto, and you were born three minutes before the others. Garai announced, but the angry look at Kasto made him feel sick. He could remember sinking into the white couch. You are hiding something.. Garai was just getting used to that, being able to feel some of Kasto's emotions mixed with his own. I lied. Kasto had started, looking down as the tears had started to flow. I wasn't one of three, and I wasn't the oldest born...I was the oldest of the second litter. Your mother never said she had other children..will I meet then too? Garai was trying to be hopeful, but the thick feeling in his stomach told him it was all in vain. I told you no one talks about it. I'm the only one that remembers...besides Yasmine. There were six of us in my litter, but my mother had given birth to children before us...seven to be exact.. It's to be expected that some wolves won't live past the first couple of years in large litters. Kasto said matter of factually. There was so many of us, I'm surprised my mother could take care of us all. He smiled at that. I'll cut to the chase, since I don't think I can tell you everything..When I was seven, Reda and I were really close, but I had seen these weird creatures collecting around our house the last couple of months. Some of us can see the werewolves most of us actually. However..these demons were ones I could only see. Death spirits Mama used to call them. Waiting for the dead to collect them. I remember counting all the spirits I had seen, how impatient they looked that day when we had returned from hunting with our uncle. One..two..three.. Kasto counted on his fingers and Garai had watched, looking as the numbers went up. It was when he showed all ten fingers that Garai shut his jaw. Ten..ten death spirits. My family had thirteen children, and there were ten spirits at my house. I thought I was mad. I was just a boy, but I knew something didn't feel right when we got closer to the house. People of the pack were flocking to the house and I thought I heard an animal dying...it wasn't an animal I heard. I know now it was my mother shrieking at the top of her lungs in pain...I didn't want to go inside, the screaming terrified me and the spirits made me uneasy. My father told me it was alright, he told Reda to stay with me. I told Reda I was fine, to help Da...So Reda went inside, only to run out a few seconds latter shaking... Kasto paused for a moment, rubbing the tears from his eyes as he reminisced. I finally went inside after our father didn't come out. Reda was cradling himself with large eyes, speaking prayers to whoever was listening. Kasto began after a few minutes of pause. I've never seen anything so terrible...Bodies, bodies were everywhere, blood was caked over everything. It looked like a bloody massacre and it was..my mother was rocking one of the mangled bodies in her hands, her first born that was only fifteen...my father was standing there in the mess unable to pull himself together as the older pack members tried to help pull the pieces of my siblings from the wreck..and there she was..standing there looking mad with a smile on her pretty face, a giggle coming from her lips as she looked at me, blood all over her from head to toe... Kasto cried, he could remember the horror that had been burned into his mind. My sister isn't a good person Garai..Our grandmother was scared of her the moment she was born and now I know why..she killed ten of our siblings. Ate them as a wild beast might before she had even become old enough to turn. Garai had been silent. This was a moment he had hated their connection, he could feel everything, smell every smell Kasto had remembered, see every sight Kasto was bringing up. Why didn't your mother kill her? Garai had growled, out raged. Most might have thought Kasto was mad bringing such a thing up, but Garai knew it had been the truth. Kasto had never lied to anyone, he had always been the image of purity. It was why Garai had fallen in love with him, and why Garai had wanted to get stronger to protect him. If your parents knew she was a wild beast at birth, why didn't they kill her? Garai remembered standing, angry with fists, yelling at his lover as the man had cried. I don't know Garai..I don't think my mother could bare to admit Yasmine wasn't right. I don't think she could lose anymore of us...My parents took all of us to a witch up the road after we had buried the bodies. She made the witch perform a ceremony to forget it ever happened, and to make sure Yasmine's wild beast remained doormat. Kasto looked into the distance sniffling. Then why the hell can you remember and not them? Garai growled. Why on God's earth did your mother cover it up? She should have put your sister out of her misery! It worked on everyone else..but I've always been different. The witch knew as soon as I stepped in that it wouldn't work on me. She told me before the ceremony. 'It's your gift to remember.' Kasto quoted. Remember? That sounds like a fucking curse to me Kasto! Garai yelled. I thought so too. I thought so much that it was a curse year after year when Yasmine started acting normal. When my family acted like nothing had changed and we moved to a new territory to forget...but Yasmine never changed Garai. She may do good at making everyone else believe she's better, that part of her doesn't exist but I know what she's done. Kasto sniffled. Garai came back to reality as he sighed, the owl flying away. No doubt it was a shifter, another were watching them to tell them they were here. Garai wished he didn't know why he was remembering that conversation, but he knew all too well why the thoughts were boiling in his head. His jaw tightened at the thought, the distraught manner Kasto had been. Garai closed his eyes before looking around behind him. His shoulders relaxed when he realized none of the pack was around him at the moment. I know Kasto..this is your way of telling me beyond the grave I need to warn them...I need to warn her. Garai hated the idea of telling the other weres what Yasmine might be planning. He wanted nothing more then to take Mixie home, to tell her everything and help her through anything that came if she turned up like Kasto. Still, Garai had no choice as he smashed his hand into the rock. They are fucking setting up a trap and I'm walking right into it for you! Garai pointed to the sky, sneering. I really hate you right now Kasto, you prick! Garai jumped then, shifting in mid jump as he started running with an empty mind. He leapt over the fence easily, going onto the reservation as he kept his link closed. All the while cursing in his head as he neared closer to the dusty house where Mixie's faint scent was coming from. I'm so fucking dead..I'm so going to die...god fucking fuck fuck you Kasto!