PHOBUS

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Anger had been pouring through his system throughout the wedding. Hearing that f u c k e r Helius say his vows to Wisteria. The onyx monster shook his head in disbelief, watching others leave the ceremony. He was certain he was alone now, still sitting in the quiet corner of the clearing. The man let out an angry growl, head pointed down towards the earth. He knew hell waited for him down below. But that didn't scare him. "Oh Wisteria, I promise to protect you with everything." his low voice mimicked the fiery brute, and a hollow laugh left his chest. "How pathetic." Phobus glared around, noticing that Wisteria was now no longer to be seen. Had they gone back to Dawnshire? No. He could still scent her around here. The man knew that now would be the best time for his revenge. Her precious Helius would be fixing up their den in Dawnshire, giving Phobus the perfect opportunity to face his scorned girl.

The man lifted himself from where he was seated, taking note that Lucaya was no where near here either. He didn't need the Vampire Queen walking in on his plans. Raising his nose to the sky, he followed the sickly sweet trail of Wisteria into the pines of the Hawthorne territory. She would be an easy find. An easy target. Blinded by the love she felt on her wedding day. The brute took a few more steps, sliding his dark frame through the pines. They clung onto his night coat, but he quickly shook them off. The man took another step, cracking a stick under his paws. That's when he caught sight of the girl. She was standing at alert, most likely from his stepping on the stick. Silently cursing himself for that, he listened to her plead into the darkness that she just wanted to get home. Amusing. "Hello?" the girl spoke out into the pines, unaware that she was about to meet her doom. Someone who was going to break that pretty little mind of hers. "Who's there?" another question. Her worst nightmare. "Whoever you are, I'm not a member of Hawthorne anymore. I am Princess Wisteria, wife of Prince Helius of Dawnshire. Please leave me alone, I have to get home."

That's when the man decided it was time to slip out. "Oh, I know you're now a f u c k i n g Princess, Wisteria. No need to explain." The man kept his head lowered, ears pinned back and mouth open in a snarl. "Watching you wed someone else, especially a fool like Helius?" The monster let the venomous words drip out of his mouth, the air filled with so much tension that you could almost touch it. He slunk forward, keeping slight distance from her but circling her like prey. "You must be stupid. Helius can't protect you from anything. I heard his vows today. Now here you are, face to face with danger and that idiot is somewhere instead of protecting his wife. Looks like he already failed in his vows." A deep chuckle erupted from him, hoping to strike fear into Wisteria's heart. He could sense the fear pulsating from her, it fueled him.

"So no. I won't leave you alone. If your precious husband decided to come and 'save' you then let him. But I don't see him here. Which means now is the perfect time for revenge. Deimus and I aren't the same. He may be happy and changed, marrying your sister with glee. But the Deimus I knew would have never married. He'd rather kill. As would I. He's gone soft. These lands have changed him for the worse. But not me." His little monologue went on for a bit longer than he intended, but he wanted to add to the suspense she would be feeling. He knew Wisteria wasn't a fighter. She wasn't like Yesimire. She would be foolish to try and stop the beast who was a lot larger than her. "He's pathetic. Both Deimus and Helius. I don't care if this ruins my chances at peace between the packs. I don't care if it ruins my relationship with my family. They're all too blinded to see what's really going on anyways." He wondered what Themis and Mabbit would think about what he was about to do. Would they be shocked? Would they cower in fear of him? The thoughts caused his heart to race, not with fear but with excitement. To cause others to be afraid of him. To cause harm. No one knew who he was, or what kind of monster he could be. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this.

"You're pathetic for marrying on a whim, Wisteria. You barely know the man. You spent what, a day with him before you made your decision? We barely had a chance to talk and you decided like I meant nothing. That hurt me. You, you little b i t c h, you hurt me. I'll never forgive you. God will never forgive what I will do to you, but I've already made my den in hell." That's when the man surged forward after having circled the girl for the time. His rubies glowed in the moonlight, black body like a shadow. His fangs gripped hold of her scruff, throwing her to the ground before pinning her there. "You've slighted me. Do you know what happens to wolves who cross me? They see the devil." He grumbled into her scruff, biting so hard that he could taste the iron-like liquid that would soon be flowing. His claws pinned down her paws, digging in violently till he felt the wet of blood. He wanted to scar her, to break her down to nothing. She was nothing but a play thing for him. "You'll regret everything you've ever done." He snarled, mounting her and pulling her close to his underside.

Fade in.. Fade out..

The man snarled into her ear, feeling her blood drip from his paws. "You're pathetic." The man looked down at the girl, now probably whimpering from pain and exhaustion. When he glanced around, he could sense another presence in the clearing. Who could be out there? What sick freak would be watching? A smile curled around his lips, glaring back down at Wisteria. "Revenge is sweet."

prince of amberbjorne - twin to deimus - puppet of alana