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with his bare skin pressed against the rough surface of the masonry, the dark haired sadist watched as puffs of white vapor rose into the air, fleeing further and further away from him until the smoke dissipated. pale lips curved into a rueful smirk as he allowed the addictive substance infiltrate his lungs, and despite his fickle nature, azar lacked the ability to disregard the nicotine, foolishly continuing to support his rapidly heightening reliance upon the tobacco product. slender digits released the cancerous object and watched as the carefully rolled paper descended toward the ground, barely creating a sound as it collided with the familiar floor. the entire building carried an imposing aura due to the dilapidated state of the building and due to the haunting screams that seemed to echo through the nearly deserted building.

the residents of raduga managed to forget their past, turning their back on their history and allowing themselves to succumb to fallacious peace; however, due to his interest in stirring mayhem and leaving devastation in his wake, the reigning colorless king devoted a portion of his spare time to investigating the roots of the kingdom, finding ancient journals from deceased aristocrats and sneaking into the heavily guarded library of the current vasiliás. his prying proved to be child’s play as he quickly obtained the information that he sought, locating vague references to the colorless clan and silver clan, but the true victory arrived with his discovery of ancient prisoner logs, which referred explicitly to the jail residing upon the island of fehér. despite his antagonistic beliefs, he decided to utilize the forgotten prison as his base, building his empire from the hollowed halls of departed criminals.

insular chuckles escaped him as the memories assaulted him; however, a high pitched scream resounded through the decrypt building, reverberating off of the stone walls and eliciting a delighted grin from the psychopath. calloused palms pressed against his chosen crutch, pushing himself away from the stationary object. the pained exclamations garnered his immediate attention, so his bare feet padded silently down the hall, expertly avoiding his discarded cigarette and jutting pieces of stonework. echoed remnants of the sound played continuously within his mind as he decreased the distance between himself and his objective, but as he prepared himself to interrupt the situation unfolding behind the closed door, he sensed an approaching foe.

his body reacted instinctively, fingers wrapping securely around the hilt of a silver dagger and releasing it in the direction of the incoming threat. obsidian hued eyes immediately shifted from his destination, focusing instantly on the figure that dared to emit a lethal aura of rage and killing intent. dark brows furrowed as recognition dawned upon his features, which twisted into an expression of strained amusement. with three strides, he crossed the distance separating himself from his toy and reached out to grab the blonde’s chin, fingers pressing harshly against the fragile jaw. his other hand vanished for a moment as he sought another of his daggers from the depths of his tattered clothing.

faint rays of sunlight caused the silver dagger to gleam menacingly as he revealed it to his pet. the blade shifted closer until the tip rested against the younger male’s cheek, pressing lightly against the unblemished skin as azar contemplated how to proceed. his kitten obviously required further conditioning if he continued to attack him, and despite the amusement garnered by the fair haired strain’s rebellious nature, the blackette wanted to see his slave writhing in pain, submitting to him without the usual snide remarks and hate filled glares. i think we will recommence your training, lulu, he whispered with his lips brushing against the other’s ear. you’ve been such a bad kitten after all.

TAGGED LAFAYEL IDLI
WORD COUNT 623
NOTES you asked for this.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

excitement gleamed in onyx hued eyes as the distance decreased between himself and the blonde, for despite the other’s momentary subservient stance, the raven haired psychopath expected an explosion from the petite strain, understanding that the youth loathed to be corned and reveling in each moment that pushed the smaller male closer and closer toward his own self-destruction. azar prided himself upon his own destructive tendencies and applauded himself for driving people toward their personal hell, observing in silent joy as they dissolved into a state of unprecedented duress. their mental breakdown fueled his desire to see their broken bodies splayed upon the ground before him with their blood coating his lanky figure, staining his pallid skin and soiling his clothing.

however, despite his efforts, lafayel resisted, constantly rebelling against him. the endless struggle amused the blackette, who treated the feline strain with previously unseen patience. their confrontations resembled an ancient dance with azar prowling closer and closer with each interaction, for he would triumph in the end. the golden haired youth sped heedlessly toward his own destruction though the colorless king could not guarantee his own survival as the blonde continued to relentlessly attack him, aiming for an unguarded moment that would spell his captor’s demise. tension rose as the pitiful begging graced his ears, sending trills of pleasure through his body as his blood stained fingers spattered the crimson liquid upon the youth’s clothing.

yes, the raven haired mercenary delighted in their meetings. they baited each other, taunting and pushing until they snapped, and as he towered over lafayel—an imposing figure with a haunting smirk, he anticipated the response from his toy. he, however, did not expect to watch as the young strain’s arms flashed into his line of vision, careening closer and closer to his neck. fingers brushed against the slender column that connected his head to his body, and despite the potential consequences, azar refused to evade the attack. he stood firm as the thin digits wrapped around his throat.

in response to the unwarranted attack, his own hand shifted, brushing lightly across the other’s shoulder and stopping at the pale neck. his blood stained extremities pressed against the pallid column, pressing harshly into the vulnerable flesh, and unlike the strain, his other hand did not move toward the blonde’s neck. no, his grip on the other’s chin slackened until he was dragging his nails across lafayel’s cheek, halting his movement as he reached the amber hued eyes that glared hatefully up at him. tsk, tsk, azar breathed for a second time. don’t be rash, lulu. i would hate to snap your pretty neck.

his thumb shifted to press against the corner of lafayel’s left eye. the threat hovered between them as he leaned closer, for they had reached a stalemate. they could destroy each other if they continued to increase the pressure around the captive throats; however, azar knew that he could overpower the blonde. it merely required that he utilize his greater height and muscle mass. he disliked the idea though as he wanted to see whether lafayel would submit without being manhandled. it was an interesting experiment to say the least.

TAGGED LAFAYEL IDLI
WORD COUNT 519
NOTES lmao. wtf, syn???

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS

the smell of smoke lingered in the air, surrounding the raven haired male, as he prowled through the foliage that existed upon his chosen refuge. blood covered his tattered clothing, staining the white fabric a crimson hue and leaving him with visible remnants of his latest activities, for yes, he decided to carve into the flesh of his latest prisoners. he rarely extended the naïve civilians the opportunity to survive, for they lacked the intelligence and cunning required to entertain him for an extended period of time. to be frank, his clansmen and his toy served as his preferred source of entertainment. violence and bloodshed and chaos granted him a reprieve from his otherwise monotonous existence as he lacked the patience to search for suitable playmates.

pale hands appeared in his peripheral vision as he utilized his limbs to clear his way, pushing vegetation aside and stomping carelessly through the shrubs that attempted to hinder his progression through the forest. despite the island’s fairly limited space, the forest acted as a veritable maze, trapping people underneath the towering trees and constantly misleading them with false promises; however, azar recognized his surroundings with ease due to the years spent exploring the vast expanse of wildlife. he loathed the idea of someone utilizing his chosen headquarters against him, translating into his nearly obsessive exploration of the island. the blackette understood how to navigate the waters surrounding fehér and knew all of the entrances and secret passages in the abandoned prison.

yes, the island belonged to him, and to an extent, the area was meant to be the converging point of the colorless clan. however, azar preferred to locate and interrogate his clansmen when they least expected him. no one bothered to venture to his island unless he extended an invitation to them. it was considered the ultimate taboo amongst his clansmen, who proved to be competent killers and liars. a hum escaped him as his hand flashed into his line of view for a second time. his movements ceased as his gaze shifted to focus on the pale appendage, eyes roving over the blood stained fingers and passing over invisible scars. another hum resounded through the trees and echoed in his mind as he shifted his weight, resuming his trek and listening intently for approaching dangers.

unlike the kingdom of raduga, the island did not offer ample protection from the lurkers that existed within the shadows, for fehér could be considered an extension of the shadows. the monstrous strains attacked without discretion. azar continued plodding forward until he reached a break in the trees, halting within the shadows of the forest and watching to see if anyone or anything stepped into the nearly blinding sunlight. a crack sounded from his right, forcing him to turn his attention away from the clearing. apprehension settled over the male as tension riddled his frame, but as he shifted forward, he noticed movement from behind. he launched himself into the trees and watched as an enormous boar burst into the clearing, closely followed by his teal haired clansman. how strange, he mused in his mind as he observed the standstill between the lurker and islwyn. perhaps he should intervene.

TAGGED ISLWYN KAVANAGH
WORD COUNT 533
NOTES tell me if i need to change anything. i just assumed islwyn would be chasing the lurker.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS