Inevitable Fate (Hiro)

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“Come pet…” His master demanded, as he tugged the lead attached to his collar none to gently. Nikolaj Arsieniev was a massive white lycanthrope who had liberated him from his previous master a near half decade ago. Three and a half years with the bastard had been far to long in Rain’s opinion. He despised the man, and even his secret enjoyment of some of what he faced beneath the hand of a master or mistress couldn’t change that.

If only he could use his powers without being commanded, he would turn the wolf into an ice sculpture. The demon ground his fanged teeth, blue eyes glittering while the silver flecks amid his gaze swirled like an angry snow storm. His hateful look was cut off by a massive hand cuffing him in the side of the head, and for a moment he tasted blood before the wound faded away.

Eyes lowering, he was careful not to bring attention to himself. Not an easy thing to do, in the midst of a crowded club. With pale hair, and pale ethereal features, he was like a beacon among the crowd. And not even the large possessive hand that kept his lead near could stave off the curious expressions. It was always like this wherever they went, especially in the middle of clubs.

Nikolaj didn’t care how distinctly uncomfortable Rainier was in such situations. And really, he hadn’t had a say in his own life in a very long time. Traded off from master to mistress and so on. Fought over as if he were nothing more than a piece of scrap meat. He longed for freedom, but doubted he would ever receive it. False hope was such a stupid thing to possess, and he was anything but stupid.

The worst of it, he knew the large beast was hoping to draw out his temper. Hoping to be given cause to punish him further. Not that he actually needed a reason; he’d probably do it anyway the very moment they were out of site from prying eyes. As his mood further depleted, the air around him grew distinctly cold. An affect that couldn’t be stopped, really. It was linked to his mood, rather than an intentional power. Those, he wasn’t allowed to use.

Unless the bastard let him.

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It was one in the morning. He was on the roof of a building next to the Syandicate. The wind whistled throught his dark black hair. The moon was bright the light shined over head, revealing his all black attire. And bright red bandana over his face. Currently he was a bounty hunter. And tonight, he was going to be a nightmare for his current client. But little did he know he was going to be a liberator.

"Mr. Nikolaj Arsieniev....." He said quietly to himself. "They told me told to keep it quiet. But your screams will ring across the cold night sky." He had a sniper rifle, but tonight he wanted this to be a bloody as possible. Instead he decided to use his silver-bladed scythe. The light shined bright in the moonlight. He licked his fangs lustfully, "I apologize lycan brother....But I have a pack and slaves to feed. And your head is worth quite a lot." He jumped from the roof smashing on the ground. With the ground crumbling below is feet.

He angled his scythe and placed it behind. He stood about a yard away from him before seeing a male slave with him. Since he was there, he'd might as while liberate the man, he could come in handy from the looks of it and need a better home. He looked around and found a black silk hood on a motorcycle. "How very conventient." He said quietly.

He walked closer to him looking a lot like the grim reaper. He stood quietly waiting for his prey to notice him. While others ran off in fear from his looks. Waiting, for the perfect time to strike. He deepened and darken his voice. "Death has come apon you Nikolaj Arsieniev...."

[dreamer]

Nikolaj may have been a large, brutish wolf with a cruel hand, but he wasn't the smartest. Any other with enough sense would have ran from the massive lycanthrope strolling toward him. But he didn't run, rather...he let out a ferocious rumble and bared his teeth, the great white male's hackles raising despite being in human form. A possessive arm shoved Rain behind him, making the slimmer demon stumble and cast a spiteful glare at the back of his bead. "Bastard..." Rain hissed, temper spiking. He never could keep his mouth shut when he needed to, even when having been a slave for much longer than most could claim to having been. But he was ignored, no doubt whenever they got home however, he'd be reminded to hold his temper.

"Back off..." Nicolaj warned, his thick Russian accent becoming even more so and carrying a fair amount of bite. He wasn't as old as the other lycan but he was strong in his own right. Most he came from the great winter tundras were of a heartier sort. He would fight to the death, whether he won or lost. And if he had to, he'd cheat...and force the slave to use his power. Never mind how much the demon hated it. Rain's own will never mattered, and hadn't for many years.

Hiro was watched with keen black eyes, the white male's beefy hand tightening around the lead that it held. Jerking only once when he felt the slave attempt to pull away, never mind that Rain had only intended to move to avoid the inevitable blood shed. He hadn't any desire to get the gore on him, no matter who it belonged to. And silently the demon had little doubt he'd be trading masters yet again in a matter of moments.

The thought brought a surge of bitterness surging forward like bile in his mouth. He hated this, he hated all of it. And hated even more his private enjoyment of things...he really shouldn't enjoy.

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"I smell your fear..." He said darkly. He looked at the slave. "The slave...He looks...Angry at you...I will liberate him from you." He spuns his weapon around him skillfully. Glaring into the eyes of the lycan, as if he was reading his mind. "If you come quietly I will spare your life. And not rip you apart." He lied to his cilent. Quietly or not body parts willl be every where. He sighed loudly his breath was like smoke in the cold and dark night.

He stretched his arms a bit, before he got into his casual fighting stance. "What is your choice? Is it death or is it death by my hand? Either way....You will die grumsomely." He licked his fangs again from the lust of blood that he will be tasting. He remained as he was waiting for the other lycan to make his move. His eyes slowly trying red. Berserk...He was quickly becoming impatient...

[dreamer]

"Fear..." The white lycanthrope began, a deliberate sneer curling his lip. "I think you must be speaking of your own scent..." His pale gray eyes glittered, manic and cold. Though they didn't compare by a long shot to the current cold hovering around the lithe slave's form. A taste of winter as a result of his temper. Nikolaj Arsieniev was an arrogant male. Even if he did actually feel fear, he wouldn't acknowledge it or didn't notice it. The determination that he could win no matter the opponent. Never mind that he could smell lies and murderous intent as if it were perfume upon the air.

"What a contradictory creature you are..." Nikolaj sneered, "Fool..." One moment saying he will be spared and the next that he will die gruesomely. It left the impression the other, ancient lycanthrope was, in a manner of speaking, an indecisive idiot. But never the less, it made the white wolf all the more arrogant. Rain rolled his eyes at the back of his master's head. Because in his eyes, the male was the bigger fool of the two wolves. He could taste the power off of the other man. It was tangible, and real...and the demon hadn't a desire to be his slave either. Such a hateful place in life, but he could never escape. Not unless he managed to fix his own broken mind.

"Pet..." The white lycan spoke aloud,a clear command. "Frozen Tundra.." It seemed innoculous words, really. But Rainier's mind bitterly understood, and his body moved against its will. Stepping out from behind his master, lip set into a bitter line as he gazed at the ground beneath Hiro. Eyes aglow, the air grew further cold before ice suddenly burst from beneath his feet, extending in rapid relief to cover the ground in several inches of the cold slippery surface. Intent to cause the enemy to loose ground and be unable to hold his own footing. Nikolaj was a wolf from the snow, he could move with ease upon it.

Rain could only watch from within his power was used unwillingly. A waste of his talent, but he'd never had any say to begin with. As it was, it merely showed weakness in his master...for having to rely upon a slave to gain an advantage.