[ P ] Six feet under

He was alone, the only company was the night and her eery silence. He rarely traveled without Sienna, and if he was, it was because he was looking for her. Snowfall was heavy, easily covering his own tracks as he moved-but just in case the snow wasn't falling fast enough, he carried a branch between tightly clenched jaws that he managed to find at the base of a pine tree. He couldn't cover his tracks completely with it, but he could certainly make a mess of his prints. He usually wasn't one to take such precautions, but as of late he paid closer attention to his surroundings. Though, where he was planning on going- he would need to use every ounce of tact and caution he had. Since the end of the war, he and those that fought for Jacob were snuffed out, chased back to the highlands and it was in the highlands that they were imprisoned in- the Imperial Army was like an infestation at the borders between the highlands and the lowlands. He felt as if there was still unfinished business across the borders, the boy let revenge sit in his heart and mind and it was beginning to rot slowly from the inside out.

He was tedious in his movements as he neared the border. He only wanted to observe, see just how determined Adahm was to keep them out. Fresh snow was still falling heavily, scents were surely being mixed with the crisp air of the cold the longer the night went on. The snow itself was enough to hinder anyone from seeing much further ahead of them.

All at once, the silence of the night was broken with a roar of words that he scrambled to comprehend in his mind. Was it an accusation? An insult? Whatever it was- it wasn't a warning. No, he could never be that lucky. He felt his lungs trying to gain back a few breaths as he rolled, snow would cling and collect across his pelt and find its way into the boy's muzzle as a broken snarl rose from his chest. Saliva and an unruly, hot breath would bury itself in his nostrils and across the boy's face as a voice still boomed. When he was able to recollect what bearings he had in the moment, he retaliated and answered what the man was saying with parted jowls as he aimed for the man's face, his paws scrambling to get himself upright, thrashing every ounce of his weight to throw the stranger off of his body at the least.

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Saora. A made-up name for a pretend kingdom filled with treacherous snakes. Laughable in its absurdity, nauseating for its existence. An entire war fought and won, only for the losers to be rewarded for their insolence. If Alastor had been in charge, things would have turned out differently. The only acceptable ending for the dark beast was a Highlander graveyard overflowing with their dead. Instead, here he stood at the border, bitterness roiling within him. Even his characteristic grin was absent from his facade.


The ending of the war heralded another change, one that left the wolf unsettled in a way that no number of casualties could. Sienna had been missing for months now. Someone had dared to take her away, his own baby sister. And now he was stuck out in the middle of fucking nowhere, unable to search for his errant sibling. All to guard a desolate border. There had been no trespassers – yet.


After days without activity, the presence of another of his kind was detected almost immediately by the soldier. Alastor’s senses were deprived and keen to find a wolf, whether friend or foe. And Alastor tended to claim more of the latter. Through the falling snow, he saw a shadow: He found a youth on the cusp of adulthood. He carried the unmistakable stench of the Highlands, accented by another scent, so familiar that his stomach would lurch and fury flashed in his demon eyes. The ebony fur along his name stood on end, heart beating furiously within his chest. The wrath that raged within him was as instinctual as breathing. Muscles grew taut beneath an ashen pelt in preparation to attack.


No hesitation. No mercy. The soldier gave no warning, offered no call to halt. At full speed, head low and shoulders squared, he swiftly filled the space between the silver stranger and himself. He bellowed as he charged with every ounce of strength within him: ”Why do you smell like her?!” He was upon the trespasser within seconds, barreling into him to knock the stranger off his paws.


This young Highlander villain had taken Sienna away; There could be no other explanation. She would never have left on her own accord. Never. The boy was frantic as he tried to escape, but Alastor pinned him beneath his enormous weight, his neck snapping backward to avoid a bite to the face.”Who the fuck are you!?” He demanded, snarling in the stranger’s dark face like a rabid animal.


Of course, his response hardly mattered, though Alastor would refrain from ending the boy's miserable existence outright. Instead, he pressed a large paw against the youth's throat to attempt to keep him from thrashing. If he struggled enough, well, then it was his fault if he should slip fro consciousness. Finally, his military training would be useful again.


For Sienna...



@Aurelius

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The man continued his interrogation- in the form of using his body as a battering ram and aurelius' as his target. The younger titan and the older beast would clash, teeth meeting flesh and blood in their blows. The boy was in over his head, as always. His drive was simply for survival in a surprise attack while his opponents was to simply bury him I'm the ground-atleast, that's what he assumed. He figured this was simply an insane, Imperial Scum that was out for blood for the sake of being so. It wasnt until heard her name on this maniacs tongue that finally got a clearer picture. Atleast, as clear as he could make it. Sienna's name fell from the man's lips, catching the boy off guard and rendering him useless from the distraction- an easier target for the man, allowing him to once more bring the boy to the ground and repeat the two tussling and rolling in the snow, his face being the man's target time and time again. The strangers ivories would pierce skin around the boy's eye, a searing hot sensation would cause the boy erupt while his own blood covered the both of them and fell to the snow below.

Surrender was inevitable for the boy as the behemoth pulled him to the ground with a grip on his shoulder. He fought of course, but it would get him no where. Through the heat of his own rage he no longer felt the burning hot flare that came from his face, he almost forgot about it until a snarl brought his muzzle to twist and contort and he turned his head to bury his injured face into the cool burn of the snow. Still, the boy ignored the words from the man's mouth. He would scramble to return to his feet, not quite pivoting to try and run. Instead, he rose to face the man once more with paws splayed and a firm stance in the ground beneath him. Tail erect, ears pinned he only stared the man down before lips parted to speak.

You want Sienna? he spat at the man, a guttural snarl rumbled up from his chest, his tongue working faster than his head, as usual. Go get her. His lips would peel back as his head was tossed in the direction of the North. In the moment, he wouldnt realize what he was doing: sending this man directly to her, they were spening time in the fae forest as of late, and that was where this man would have to pass through first if he truly did go to find her. But who was he? It wasn't that long ago that his kind were targeting their own- targeting her. Was he one of those men? Or someone Sienna simply failed to tell him about? There was no real way of finding out, not unless Sienna knew this man was looking for her.

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All of his frustration and boredom, untethered.
The brute’s onslaught was relentless, and he used every ounce of strength and fury within him to hit, landing massive blows. The intruder was thrown to the ground repeatedly – to his credit, he continued to rise, but this only infuriated Alastor further, and he attacked the boy until he was bloody and beaten. This was what he lived for, what he craved… But this was a personal matter. The one thing close to his heart. His baby sister was somewhere, and this asshole knew.


A boy… and he was exactly that, still an adolescent and not yet fully grown. But that was no reason to show the brazen trespasser any semblance of mercy. He deserved every wound and every scar. Inexplicably, when the boy finally climbed to his paws again, he made no attempt to flee. Green eyes glared back at him, loathsome emeralds that Alastor wanted to gouge out. He had always been taught that Highlanders were ignorant and foolish, and this one was as Highlander as they got. Whatever this stranger had done to Sienna, he would pay dearly… but he would be of no use to Alastor dead. He memorized every wretched feature – the boy’s ebony facade, hints of white markings. His was a face he would not soon forget.


“You want Sienna?” The boy growled, ”Go get her.” Scarlet sights strayed from the boy, turning instead to the north. Of course. They took her to a place no one would go. And now she is trapped there. Was she injured? He felt a fury deeper than any he’d experienced before. ”What have you done to her!?” His head lowered, preparing to charge again. If the boy would not tell, then he would not live to see another day.


”Take me to her,” he demanded, voice rising in severity until he was practically screaming. Each syllable dripped with venom and saliva sprayed from his angry maw, the hatred he harbored not only for this insolent child, but for all of his treacherous brethren. ”You will bring Sienna to me, you son of a Highlander whore, or I am about end your fucking life! Now!”


@Aurelius

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