Arri is Mine(Solo/Flashback)

[Massacre]

Arri is Mine Timestamp: Winter 27, 493 AV Location: A small series of caves somewhere in Taldera A followup on the events of Olidosapux Almost two seasons had passed and still the Zith named Arri had not taken on a new mate. The death of her old mate, Blood, weighed heavily on her soul, though she was not without many would be suitors. Over half the young Zith in the tribe were trying to win her affections, but she showed no interest in any one of them. Massacre too desired Arri, for she was as fine an example of a female he had ever seen, but he was the killer of her previous mate. Arri was not originally Ith'rasa, but had come from Xy, the largest colony of Zith Massacre knew of. She was a slave tender before, and had picked up many human qualities. While some of them were undesirable, altogether it gave her an exotic allure that was rare among the Ith'rasa females. When it came to choosing mates the older Zith always got first pick but for some reason none of them were interested Arri. After them, females generally went to whichever male could demonstrate his worth. Usually these demonstrations were in the form of combating one another, and sometimes they even went on to the death depending on how badly they wanted the female. Such sport was common place around Arri whenever she chose to venture from her nook of the cave they were temporarily settled in. But Arri had shown no interest to any of the victors. Massacre watched all this from afar as she practically spat in the face of their tribal customs. It both infuriated and excited him. Massacre decided he would have her, one way or another. He would fight any male who got in his way and if he had to, he would fight Arri as well until she consented. If she wouldn't accept their ways, he would make her. It was feeding time. The tribe had collected a few more of the large horned creatures and each night they were able to eat their fill instead of fighting over scraps. When Arri came out it did not take long for the young males to notice her and begin trying to court her. One Zith, a large male who called himself Rain, blocked Arri's path. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, speaking to her in whispers. He didn't have time to say much. Upon seeing his intent Massacre came up and grabbed him by the shoulder, his clawed hands digging into Rain's flesh. Massacre balled his other hand into a fist and when Rain turned to face him he unleashed his punch into the offending male's face. The crunch of Rain's nose beneath his knuckles was almost as satisfying as it would he when he had finally won Arri's affections. Rain staggered back in shock and his right hand came up to cup his nose. His eyes blazed with fury, and a line of dark red blood trickled down from his nose and over his lip. His stagger sent him stumbling back into Arri who shoved he Zith angrily back towards Massacre and another shattering blow from his fist. Massacre's hand connected with the back of Rain's and smashed it into his nose. If it wasn't broken before it certainly was now.

[Massacre]

Arri turned to leave, uninterested in watching another contest between unworthy males. But when she spotted who it was that had challenged her would be suitor it brought her pause. Massacre had been the one who killed her old mate. At the time she had been unable to understand why he would do such a thing when only moments before he had fought so hard to protect the both of them. But after living with the Ith'rasa for so long she had begun to understand them better. They were all proud creatures, and to live a life as a cripple was something none of them could do. Massacre had done Blood a favor by finishing him off. The thought of it still stung her heart and left a sour taste in her mouth, but the sight of the large Zith fighting for her affections aroused something in her she had not felt since Blood's death. Rain held his nose and nearly sunk to his knees from the pain, but the proud warrior would not give in so easily. When his blurred vision finally cleared he looked about trying to spot the whelp who had dared interfere with what was rightfully his. Finally his eyes settled on Massacre, and on the blood drenching his balled fist. Massacre stood a full three inches taller than Rain, and his muscular form would have been intimidating to any Zith. But Rain knew the stories of Massacre, that he had torn a bear to pieces without a scratch. That he had slain the massive Olidosapux even when his partners had fallen. Massacre was a walking legend among the hunters of his tribe, even if the legends were a bit exaggerated. Still, it was enough to make Rain reconsider the wisdom of continuing the fight. But in the end pride and sexual desire won out over reason and Rain attacked. The Zith tackled Massacre and they both came crashing to the ground. Rain struggled to pin Massacre by his wings but he was failing. Massacre brought his knees up under Rain and pushed up with his legs, flipping the Zith over his head and onto his back. Massacre quickly jumped to his feet and turned around just as Rain was also rising. "Arri is mine," Massacre stated simply. Rain hissed and spit at Massacre's feet, and his eyes clouded over in rage and bloodlust. It was a sight known first hand to all Zith, as all too often they succumbed to their own pure and bestial rage. Rain came at Massacre in a fury and he was hard pressed to dodge the attacks. One wrong move and Rain could end his life, but Massacre had no intention of letting that happen. One fatal flaw to the Zith's lust for blood was that it made them reckless, which is why Massacre so rarely allowed himself to succumb to such base urges. Rain growled and swiped at him again and this time Massacre went for the offensive. Raising his left arm to block the swipe he stepped into Rain's reach and brought up his knee, connecting with the Zith's gut. Then, reaching down with both hands, he grabbed the Zith by the wings and raked his claws up tearing bloody gashes in the soft flesh. Rain cried out in pain and staggered away from Massacre once more, reaching up to feel his tattered wings. It wasn't so bad that they wouldn't heal, but now Rain was at a severe disadvantage if Massacre chose to take the fight to the sky. Massacre wasn't planning on flying anywhere though, and approached his opponent with a cool and collected calm that unnerved the lesser Zith.

[Massacre]

Rain seemed to shrink as Massacre approached him, but he would not go down so easily. Mustering what little courage he had left, and using his ebbing anger to fuel it, Rain launched one final assault on Massacre. He went for the kill, but Massacre saw it coming. He was too close to avoid the blow completely, but he was able to lessen it's damage considerably and ended up only with a claw wound across the chest to mingle with his old scars. Blood mixed with his fur as Massacre looked down at his wounded chest. First his lip twitched, and then he clenched and unclenched his right fist. The wound itself was not that bad, in truth, but Massacre used it. Rain backed away when he saw Massacre's eyes start to glaze. He clenched and unclenched his other fist and tilted his head back. The anger was like a drug, washing over him. He allowed it to consume him, and when all that was descended from human had fled and had been replaced by pure bestial Zith, Massacre opened his eyes and set his gaze upon his rival. To his credit, Rain tried to fight back. But Massacre was lost in the lust of blood, and as Rain raised his arm to attack Massacre's claws swiped across and tore open Rain's hand. Massacre stepped forward with his right foot and jabbed with his right fist into Rain's gut. The Zith doubled over and his chin was met with Massacre's knee, knocking him back up straight. Massacre slashed with his left hand and raked a bloody set of lines across Rain's face, taking out an eye in the process. His left foot stepped forward leading into his right foot coming from the back and snapping forward to kick his opponent in the chest, knocking Rain on his back. Massacre leaped atop the fallen Zith and raised his fist. He could see fear in Rain's eyes, and while he was too proud to beg Massacre knew that is what Rain was thinking. His fist came down on the Zith's face, destroying the already broken remains of Rain's nose. Massacre unclenched his fist and grabbed Rain's throat, sinking his claws into the side of his neck. Rain's eyes went wide as Massacre started to squeeze. He could see it already, the life getting ready to leave Rain's eyes. All he had to do was squeeze a little harder or, perhaps, he could even rip his throat from his neck. But a hand on his shoulder surprised the Zith and Massacre turned to find Arri staring at him. He could tell she wanted him to show mercy, and it angered him even more that she would allow the wretch to live. But it was her words that stopped him. "Massacre, let him be. Our numbers are too small. For the sake of the tribe, let him live." Massacre's rage subsided in an instant and his grip loosened on the Zith's throat. For the sake of the tribe, she had said. He knew that was not her true reason, but they were exactly what he needed to hear. The tribe, above all else, was what mattered. It had to be strong, and it needed all it's hunters to survive. Massacre's eyes met with Rain's and his grip tightened again. "Arri is mine," he said coldly. The Zith managed a grunt which Massacre toon as a yes, and released his hold on the Zith who started choking as he struggled to fill his lungs with air. Massacre stood and turned to Arri, taking hold of her wrist. "Arri is mine." She looked into Massacre's eyes and after a moment Arri nodded. Massacre led her away from the others who were watching, back to her own hiding spot in the cave, and there he reaped the benefits of his mercy. Despite the surrounding circumstances, Arri could not help but enjoy it. She knew Massacre was different from the other Zith, like her, and though he may also have been different in different ways than she, it was something she could not ignore. And she could not contain her desire for him any longer.

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Massacre Experience: +2 Unarmed Combat Lore: Fighting for Arri, Winning Arri Over, Showing Mercy Additional Notes: A good thread, just watch your spelling please, because there were a few typos. PM with questions and/or concerns.