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Why me..? Fuck you. I turned on him. My blade-like shoulders hunched as I crouched lower to the safe earth; my lime eyes narrowed, filling with prevention; my black lips curled back, revealing white fatalities; my voice rumbled fiercely in my throat, a warning growl. Why did males always have to find me? Did someone place a "rape me" or "make my life a living hell" sign on my back? He stepped closer, and I prepared to pounce.

You know, I came here, to the nippy ocean, to clear my thoughts, to relax, to exhale, to unglue. You have to admit it, the shore was a soothing, tranquil, optimistic, peaceful place. With the gulls lightly cawing overhead, the lingering waves causing that "woosh" sound that could put you to sleep, the salty taste of the air. Instead of calming down, I had this ass hole to deal with, trying to corner me between sand dunes. I delivered my best "fuck off" stance and look I could, but of course, to him, I was a pathetic female.

He was a huge brute, a good six or seven inches above me, nearly sixty pounds thicker, and he was all muscle. Of course, the advantage was on him, but I couldn't give him the pleasure of surrendering, but I also couldn't give him the pleasure of struggling. It was a confusing situation, and I know the chances of getting out of this unharmed was 99.9% against me. I watched as he creepily stalked me, skulking lower and lower. The inner-fear was a bonfire inside of me, and I could feel the tears burning at the back of my optics.

He launched himself towards me, a huge train choo-chooing his way to me, splitting an atom or two on his way. Surprisingly, I evaded his pounce with ease, and it obviously pissed him off. My confidence inched upwards, but I couldn't get ahead of myself. Not now. With haste, I gathered myself and prepared for his next attack.

_{Words- 331, wow.
Muse- 2 / 10.
Intended For- Snaps<3 with Filth<3
Comments- WOW, FUCK MY LIFE..
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[bg=000000][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=border,0,true][th] Snow covered every inch of sand that didn't touch the salty ocean and frosted air stung the inside of Filth's nose as he walked furthest away from the cold water as possible. If he had been lighter then the frozen sand wouldn't crack between his toes each step he took, and cling underneath his nails. Tiny crystals fell from the cloudy sky and melted on his black pelt, making Filth feel uncomfortably damp. Even as depressed as he was a smile was upon his lips. His eyes danced around the beach, looking for a movement that had a pulse so he could take it away. Though, by now, he was starting to lose hope. His paws hurt and his stomach growled under a mass of tangled fur. Filth's patients was growing thin, and his temper was getting the best of him. He fancied killing a whole herd of wild horses, or crushing a thousand skulls. Hey, even unstable killers have an imagination. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours in Filth's mind. The wet scenery interfered with his nose, making it difficult to pick up scents. But his efforts to find something weren't wasted. Two pairs of paw prints were engraved into the sand, barely, but it was enough for Filth. He was walking faster now, wondering who he'd come face to face with. Worthy opponents? Old mates? He didn't know but they excited him, chasing away his depression and replacing it with dangerous blood lust. Not long, he found what he was looking for. Careful to stay out of range while he secretly watched, waiting for a good moment to barge in and cause havoc. A large brute and a pretty female. That would do for his next victims. Filth watched closer, interested in the pretty she-wolf. She flashed her teeth at the large brute fallowing her, looking very pissed as he got closer. Then he lunged for her with such force that he might of cracked a tree in two, but missed. Clearly entertained by the female, Filth's legs pulled him towards the scene, a dangerous snarl rising out of his chest and ripping through the air that made the male stop dead in is tracts. The faintest scent drifted into Filth's nostrils, and his maw twisted into a wolfish grin. Fear. Oh how he loved the smell, soon the males guts would be in his jaws, with a liter of blood to go along with it. [wordcount= 406] [notes= Dun dun dun.]

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[Flightless ☂]

Have you ever had a moment in your life that changed you? It seems so long, but in fact, it was only a second or two long in reality. Every detail pops out at you. The colors are so vibrant. The movements never go unseen. The speech is registered quickly. Your reflexes are quicker than ever. It seems that even your heart can't beat faster than your mind.

This kind of moment just happened to me as I watched the brute turn towards me again. He was a Heevlane, like myself. But unlike myself, he wasn't the runt of his litter. His muscles rippled beneath his black corset. His amber eyes had the burn and desire in them like no other. His evil snicker gave me a hint of my near, unfortunate future.

My muscles tensed, preparing to evade the looming beast once more. Instead, I observed the male as he stopped immediately, turning his head so fast and hard, I though he'd rip his own head off. What was going on? My eyes darted in the direction of my offender's muzzle, and another black brute made his appearance. Oh, was I to be double-teamed? Or maybe saved?

I took in the male's appearance. He was a seriously huge male. I shuddered a bit, but didn't allow myself to show fear. I continued to look him over. He had two fang-like canines drooping from his upper lip, and the thought of his jaws around my neck caused me to gulp. No. Fear. I concentrated my hardest on not showing fear.

I was frozen, unable to move my muscles as I awaited the next scene to take place before me. What would happen? I sighed deeply, anticipating the next few moments.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=border,0,true][th] "It's such a beautiful day." Filth said, his maw twisted into a grin. He stood in front of the black male, towering over him easily. The male made his move, lunging for Filth's neck, but stopped short when the massive brute backed up onto his hind legs, put his fore paws on the top of the males head, and sent him hard into the sand. Filth laughed, watching the male struggle and twitch under his weight. Looking towards the pretty female, he smiled, deciding that he'd deal with her after killing the male. Filth sat on his rump and lifted his paws off the male. He got up and shook the sand out of his fur before threatening Filth with a loud snarl. Entertained, Filth growled back, showing off his huge double canines. The male hesitated before lunging again. Filth didn't move and the males teeth sunk into his chest, grinning up at him, who faked a wince of pain. Reaching down, Filth grabbed the males ears and yanked him off, tearing a chunk of flesh as he went. The massive wolf got up and walked towards the male slowly, watching him struggle to his paws. He'd end it right here, no need to play with him anymore. Stepping on the males neck, Filth reached down and put his jaws around the brutes neck, and brought them together, tearing into his throat like butter. He licked the blood off his maw and turned to the female. "I'm Filth, and you are..?" [wordcount= 250 D:] [notes= ohhhhh no, here we go ]

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It's such a beautiful day. His voice was raspy and fatal, I could hear the blood shed pouring from his lips. Somehow, my ears perked forward to the sound of his speech rather than lay flat against my ebony skull. Somehow, I didn't stop myself from smelling his horrid stench. Somehow, I didn't take my lime eyes from his unkempt fur. Somehow, I didn't halt from tasting the wretched air. I was, unfortunately, drawn to the large beast, I couldn't deny my interest in him. He was odd, completely and utterly. Instead of sprinting away like I should have, I was frozen by his presence. My instincts told me to haul ass out of here, but something ticked inside of me seducing me to stay.

The next few scenes were horrifying, and I was just glad to not be my offender right about now. I watched as Male A lunged for Male B's neck, teeth bared. Of course, I knew that not a soul could defeat the large, looming brute (Male B). To support my latest thought, Male B stood upon his hind legs, reach frightening heights. And effortlessly, he drove Male A's skull into the awaiting sand. A laugh escaped the filthy B's chops, and he looked my way. Actually, he looked at me and smiled as Male A squirmed beneath his weight. His smile was rather repulsive, but charming in a prince-like way. And it caused my face to heat up. Male B sat upon his haunches and released Male A from his grip. Male A stood immediately, shaking his pelt free of excess sand and releasing a rather threatening snarl. B returned the snarl with an amused twinkle in his eye.

A shudder flew down my spine as I took a look at his huge Saber-like fangs. Male B lunged at A, and I knew that was the stupidest decision, and the last decision, of his life. Filthy B seemed to let A get an attack in. A's teeth drove into B's disgusting, flea-bitten chest. After a moment, B ripped A off of his chest like an overgrown flea, keeping some flesh as a souvenir. I observed the scene through squinted eyes, anxious for this to be over. I wasn't one for bloodshed, but the massive brute had my attention locked on him. B rose to his four paws and strolled over to A who struggled to gain altitude. I pushed my lids closed, awaiting the sound of death. I heard B tear into A's throat with ease. A sigh was emitted from my lips as I turned to meet Male B. It was awkward for me, looking at a killer, but I lost that sudden urge to run. I'm Filth, and you are..? I heard him speak. Shit, I watched him speak. But he seemed unreal to me, this whole scene did.

I yanked myself together, closed my gaping mouth, wiping that dumb look off my face. I-I'm Persephone, but you may call me Perse'. I gave him a smile, standing up on all four paws with ease.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=border,0,true][th] "Perse?" Filth grinned, "Tell me Perse, do you want to play?" The massive brute said, walking towards the ebony she wolf. The fur on his neck stood up higher than usual as he watched her, he wasn't sure if he wanted to kill her or not. He circled her twice and then stopped in front of her pretty face, his hot sour breath brushing against her dark fur. "I don't take no for an answer." Filth growled, before she had a chance to speak, his huge canines were so close to her nose as he spoke. He opened his jaws, staring at her with a murderous glare, then let out a long sigh. Kill her? Keep her? He weighed the options in his head. He didn't know what to do. [wordcount= 130 DDD:<] [notes= my muse has been defeated.]

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Something about this.. Filth.. irked me, sent off something unknown inside of me, an odd spark. One thing inside of me whispered lightly, play with him. Something else screamed at me, get the fuck out of there. It was odd, I had never been so torn in my life. Of course, all of this confusion left me frozen, caught between two extreme actions that could alter my fate. I ignored the words in my head, demanding me to do two different things.

I snapped back into reality, just in time for him to speak. Perse'? I nodded my head, he pronounced it correctly. Well, it wasn't that hard. PER-SAY. There, done, complete. It wasn't rocket science, but neither was his name. FILTH. One syllable. Quite easy. Tell me, Perse', do you want to play?

This caught me off guard. He was so close to me, his disgusting, but enticing breath forcing itself into my lungs. His yellow, but alluring smile forcing me to smile back, but it wasn't fake. It was.. Oh, I couldn't explain the look of my smile. Before I could reply to his suggestion, he added one more thing. I don't take no for an answer. It was rather shocking, possibly from the added emphasis in his eyes. The horrific, "I'm going to kill you" look in his eyes sent a painful shudder rolling down my spine. It was a frightful thing, but my fear was long gone. I was prepared for Death's approach.

I decided it would be a smart idea for me to reply. Carefully and slowly, I moved my maw so close to his ear, I could feel the tips of the fur poking my whiskers. Oh, play with you? I whispered, my skin crawling, possibly from being so damn close to the repulsive beast. It would be my honor. Something took over me, some kind of sick soul ripped my honorable one out. I licked him, right upon his cheek. It was rather disgusting, he didn't taste very delicious at all. In fact, his scent and taste made my stomach boil and vomit inch upwards, but of course, I didn't gag or throw up. Because honestly, I liked that he smelled horrid. I liked everything about him in a "you're disgusting" way.

I backed up a step, taking in his brutely form once more, but this time, I compared it to my own frame. My emaciated, wiry, hopeless build. I was a pathetic moron compared to him, but my beauty is what possibly kept him lingering. I thought of my lime green, slightly glowing eyes. I thought of my matching-hued markings, a floral-like pattern flowing along my ebony tufts. I thought of my curves, my long, enticing curves. Not being vain or self-centered, but, in my eyes, I was rather on the good-looking side. On the down-side, I wasn't strong what-so-ever. I had agility and a bit of speed and maybe some endurance that kept me alive, but that was all.

Filth was a huge, brutely, intensely-muscled creature. And a rather handsome one at that, although many wouldn't say that. I saw something in him that no one else ever would.

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[bg=000000][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=border,0,true][th] ::THIS DEPRESSION LEAVES ME OVER JOYED Filth couldn't believe his ears. Any bitch would take one look at him and run away, only to be hunted down and killed later on. But Perse, she actually agreed to screw. Though he wasn't exactly sure she knew what he meant by Playing. Then she moved close to his face, and Filth breathed in her sweet scent as her warm tongue brushed against his filthy black fur. The massive brute responded in the only way he knew how to respond to this sort of situation, he grabbed her muzzle in his jaws roughly, not too hard though, in an attempt to -at least what he thought he was doing- dominate her. Then he let her go and stared down at her, his bright blue eyes staring into hers, murderous with a tiny bit of playfulness. His eyes alone would send fear shivering down any wolfs spine, but he didn't know about the she-wolf. Filth shook his great head, his teeth bared at his own thoughts that would probably come off as a threat to Perse. His head was begging him to mount her and get her over and done with, but in a certain way. The mating way. Filth never felt the way he was now, even though hes still only one year of age. His member felt hot, and he averted his eyes, trying to ignore it. ...Was she even in heat? Perse backed up a few steps like she herd everything he was thinking, it made Filth a little curious of what she was thinking. His huge maw twisted into a dangerous grin. Disgusted, who wasn't? Afraid..? Hah! She should be. His murderous glare locked onto her pretty face as he opened his maw to speak, "Fine then." He'd play with her all right, leave a huge scare on her face, tear her fur apart, anything just to sink his teeth into her soft flesh. __[Wordcount = 316] __.[Notes = That. Was one of the hardest __..things Filth will have to ever do. Sorry __...about the power play D:]

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I stared into his piercing blue eyes, wondering what was next. Lime green into sharp blue. It took me a while to catch up with the events of the last five minutes. I was nearly raped but some horrid ass hole. This.. Filth.. had "saved" me. But now, he was seducing me? I mean, I had just licked his disgusting cheek. I had actually caressed his ebony chop with my salmon sliver of a tongue. I was never this.. open to another wolf's wants and needs. Somehow, though, it didn't feel wrong. None of this did. I was just repeatedly surprisingly myself.

And he surprised me as he snatched my snout between his massive jaws, his fangs digging into my skin. Shit, it hurt. Of course it did. A growl rumbled lowly in my throat. He released and stared at me with a look I could not place. It had that ping of "I'm-going-to-kill-you" and a tad bit of "I-want-you-right-now," so this whole thing was really rather confusing.

I flinched at his next movement, although he merely shook his large, powerful skull. Involuntarily, I stepped a few paces back, a shiver rolling down my spine. The shudder left me aching as I cowered down from the large brute. His next words left me terrified, trembling where I stood. Fine then. I was so scared, I was so incredibly terrified. But I was also on the best adrenaline rush I had ever been given.

I pursued, allowing that chemical pounding through my veins to take control, taking a few daring steps forward. I bared my fangs right back to him, a low, playful snarl boiling up through my throat. I got as close as possible to his face once more, we were possibly an inch away from touching. In my head, I thought out my next move, but I tried my hardest to conceal it, eyes drilling straight into his. I then began to move around him, so close our hairs were lightly grazing. I allowed my fluffy tail to travel over his body as I passed him, my scent that screamed "ready" clinging to his pelt.

I finally strolled to his tail. Playfully, I parted my jaws and nipped at his stubby appendage. I took a few more paces behind him and looked over my bony shoulders, licking my maw. Come and get me. I murmured, my lips curling up and baring tiny teeth. I felt a fire unlike anything else before, rising up from my spot and driving upwards until it was at ever point in my body. It left me breathless, and to catch up, I was breathing rather thickly and heavy.