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     The last memory he had was only pain. The gnashing of teeth, the tearing of his flesh. As green eyes slowly opened, he could still feel the phantom pain. It felt good. Draco let his eyes open slowly, savoring the phantom tastes and pain. Somehow, like this, it felt delicious. A high he didn’t want to escape. But his eyes finally opened all the way, and all he saw was darkness. Hung high above him was the moon, glowing down on him with pure light.

     Around him were the teeth of mountains biting at the sky, something so unlike what he was used to. Pulling at his memories, nothing came forth, but somehow he knew this land was new to him. He got to his feet, shaky at first but then steading as he looked about him. Below him was blood, and it dripped off him like water. Shaking out his pelt, the droplets splattered.

     A cackle broke out from his throat, and he ran forward on a small ridge. There were bushes scattered about him as he practically frolicked about, with steep edges on both sides of him. With one wrong step, he could plummet to his death, but he did not truly care much at the moment. He had died, and yet he still lived. It was some kind of miracle - thought he wasn’t sure if it was a heavenly miracle or a demonic one.

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The presence of another wolf bothered Draco little. He was focused on what he knew, and the feeling of air churning through his lungs, blood pumping through his veins. The crown had fallen off him with his death, and now he was free to do as he pleased. Sooner or later the reality of the world would settle on his mind, but at the moment he was in a dream-like state. The main indication that he had heard Kyeza was a quiver of his tail.

“Some sort of gods must favor me.” He spoke aloud to Kyeza and no one. “I died. I was torn apart piece by fucking piece.” A cackle, and a dreamy shake of his head. “But something likes me. Something brought me into this new life.” He finally turned towards Kyeza. His eyes were wide, his pupil dilated and a toothy grin spread across his face.

“Destinies must be real, don’t you think?” He had barely given any indication that he had heard her speak before, but now he addressed it. “Madam, maybe this is destiny as well.” Draco spoke of this supposed group that Kyeza was putting together. If this was the first creature he came across after his new Awakening, then there must be a reason. Something was setting him upon this path.

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Draco spoke as a religious zealot, dedicated to the mercy of fate or destiny. Kyeza is in opposition of the thought, too lawless to consider the idea of order in a cruel world. In her measly existence she had defied fate a million times over - had teared Gods from their throne twice over - had replaced them with the chaotic truth of a tumultuous society of nephilim, each of them beast born of the great flood. Each mouth she fed had adhered to her guideline of wrath. She had plucked away innocents and bred hate. God held no place in her court, and neither did structure thinly veiled as justice. It was survival of the fittest, revenge served only to the strong.

But something did like Draco. Something did smile favorably upon him because Kyeza did not seek his destruction today. 

With a mighty jump, the massive Empress rose herself among her makeshift throne. Sitting easily atop the great boulder that separated them. She looked down upon the stranger favorably, an omnipotent self-proclaimed titan of chaos. "There is only one god." She goes, and returns his deranged toothy smile with one of her own. Her blue eyes BURNING. 

"And it is MY TEETH."

And as quickly as she had climbed the boulder to sit on top, the great gargantuan lunges. Her weight sending her barreling forward with the help of gravity in hopes to crash down onto Draco. If she hit, all of her force would weigh him into the ground in a pin where she might twist him upon his back - and her mouth would not be gentle when it lay across the fat of his cheek. Where just under his eye, she would sink her fangs into him like a hot knife into butter. Ripping away that face to leave a glasgow grin, a permanent recognition to her power. 

Be it the mighty woman missed the mark landing would prove difficult but she would manage. Her legs bending with impact before spinning around wildly to leap at Draco -- 

He would be hers now, hers to mold and keep she decided. She would teach him that Fate was nothing but an ugly bitch laughing like she did. 
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     He had never believed in gods or even devils. But living through a tasty death had awoken something in him. He watched this woman crawl along with her throne, and for a split second, he wondered if she was a god herself. This new world was just opening up, and he was naive. He would fall for a false god. One day the wool might be torn off his eyes, but for now, he welcomes it with an open embrace.

     As she lunged at him, he gave a high-pitched cackle and barely fought back as she pinned him to the ground. The blood was quickly spilling on the ground, almost drowning his mouth. But his quick breathing and raspy giggles sputtered the blood in front of him. “Yes! YES!” The flesh around his lip was torn away, and it felt so good. It reminded him of his death. Maybe if she put him down, he would wake back up again in a puddle of his own blood.

     “Let me know our god!” She wasn’t stopping, and he wasn’t about to stop her. A dreamy sigh escaped him as his right eye could barely make out the blood-stained teeth, his flesh dangling from them like a fishing line. He could accept this god of pain, of death.

     He was content.

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Even in the soothing licks Draco could still feel the pain. With each lap of her tongue over an open wound, the pain would sting and it didn’t take long for his nerves to send information to his brain. Draco still didn’t fight back, instead of letting his head lay lazily on the ground; it could look as if a lover was trying to soothe their mate. But this wasn't truly love, was it?

As her nails dug into his exposed throat, he gave a hitch of his breath but his expression showed that it was okay; a small smile, a soft look from his eyes. She could press down harder. For a while they both lay there, Kyeza covering his body with hers. She simply cleaned him up, almost gently lapping at his wounds. Each time she hit a rough spot, licked too hard, he would give a small whine as if he wanted more.

Kyeza spoke of claiming the land around them, naming the Sheol. In his heart, he already knew that he would follow her, no matter what. She had given him so much already, he could only give back to her, after all. “I’ll follow you anywhere.” It came out as a whisper - maybe because of the wounds, or her crushing body. But he had to voice his allegiance to her.

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She often secured loyalty through violence.

It was how the beast had learned to function, by the positive reinforcement her negative consequence rewarded. It had happened over and over and over and over again. She had experienced it the first time when she murdered an intruder at the borders to Patras. Chiron had seen her do it, and wistfully adopted her into his graces as an assassin and warrior. Again, it had brought loyalty when she had formed Taboo - and yet again with the self proclaimed god of Ysrin. Kyeza was stuck in the endless ouroboros that she was born into, she perpetuated the cycle by sheer force of will. 

Draco, Draco is a creature cut from the same cloth. A wolf who understood his place in the world and did not question it. He was meant to be conquered by her, she was sure of it now. As these lands were meant to be hers too. It is a pleasing thought, that as the days went along she would keep to her routine and each time grow stronger. She felt invincible in the adrenaline rush after mauling the new male, indestructible each time she escaped misfortune. 

The male squirmed when he wanted something more and she would give it to him in little nips and pinches like pins and needles. Beads and dots of blood would rush beneath her tongue, and all the while Kye would lick it away. It was not meant to be out of fondness though it may appear as so - it was the way a lion groomed it's kill.

"At the cave entrance, if you go through -- take a left, another left - a right - then crawl through the smaller corridor it will widen into a cave with a gorge. Climb down carefully and there is a valley, that is our home. When my pack is settled, and I have rid the land of competitors for the valley, you will not venture from it's belly. But for now, for now you may find others to recruit. Impress me, and you will live to come and go as you please."

Releasing him like a cat that caught a mouse, the hulking titan rises to a stand and heads back towards the cave. Willing to show the following Draco if he tagged along - but for the most part finished with their interaction. It was a taste of what was to come, and her style of ruling. 

[exit kye]
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