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Marking this post as Mature too. This is for @Inger @Llinea Ingersdatter @Asmund Ingerssen

It had been some time since Reyjiek had seen her. He had been trying to find her for a while. He had followed her scent for quite some time but it seems like there had been efforts to cover it up. She had had a stronger smell from two others he had ran into and used their scent as well to track down a general location of where she was.

He lifted his head from smelling the ground and that's when he could smell her scent in the air strongest. He could also smell the offspring that had been created. He wanted them gone. He wanted no little ones, no Inger. He had to use chaos to put an end to them. They were not worthy of life, they were not worthy of having being in existence.

He let out a laugh that only grew. He was upon them. Soon they would suffer the chaos of Reyjiek.

(This post was last modified: Aug 15, 2022, 03:35 AM by Rayjiek.)

Llinnea had lived her very short life on the edge of the territory she'd always known as home. She'd only ever met the one other girl her own age, and then there was Archer and Eros and sometimes others that would come visit them. Her mor kept a close eye on her and her brother and getting away wasn't always easy.

Things had changed a little since mor had taken them to see Archer's far, which had led to a lot of questions about what a far was, and all Llinnea really understood was that it was like a mor but not. Now, however, they had a home. Llinnea was confused by this, since they'd always had a home, but her mor seemed to feel better about it - even though she was still wary after that whole weird thing with Archer that the pup still didn't understand.

Today was one of those lucky days where Llinnea managed to sneak off to explore on her own. She wanted to see how far the smells went, how far she had to walk before she couldn't smell the other wolves of this 'back-water'. She was getting to where the smell was getting fainter but not gone when she hears the laugh. It unsettles her, but she was also curious.

The girl crept through the underbrush, practicing her stalking skills. She thought she was doing it perfectly, silently gliding through her land, when in all reality she was probably even louder than if she'd walked normally.

She gave up all pretense when she spotted the man, one eye missing, laughing as he stood at their borders. She stood up, fur prickling and not knowing why, and loudly saying, "Hva er så morsemt? Was so funny?" repeating herself in English as she'd grown in the habit of doing.

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When he finished his laughter, Reyjiek caught a wiff of another, he looked over in their direction and saw a little one. A big smile grew on his face. He knew that he was so close to his goal, especially since this little one spoke his language.

To put on a friendly face Reyjiek used his native language to try and convince this little one to bring him to Inger.

"Hei der lille. Ser du snakker samme språk. Kjenner du en som heter Inger? Har lett en stund. God venn av Inger, trenger å se henne. Bekymret for henne. (Hello there little one. See you speak same language. Do you know one called Inger? Have been looking for some time. Good friend of Inger, needing to see her. Worried about her.)
"

He tilted his head, in a fashion that would show curiosity and worry to the little one. He anticipated what was coming. Soon that little one and Inger would be no more. This thought brought him pure bliss.

Llinnea wasn't sure she liked this man. His laugh sounded wrong, but when he saw her he quickly stopped laughing and spoke gently to her. Her ears pricked and she immediately relaxed. This man spoke words like Mor! And he knew mor's name!

The naive pup smiled, unaware of the trap springing around her as she crept closer to the man. "Moren min heter Inger. Jeg heter Llinnea og broren min er Asmud og vi bor her med vennene våre! Kjenner du vennene våre også?" (My mom's name is Inger. I'm Llinnea and my brother is Asmud and we live here with our friends! Do you know our friends too?)

If he knew Mor and was worried about her then she would probably want to see him right away, Llinnea reasoned as she turned. "Følg meg!" (Follow me!) she pranced away, glancing back to make sure he was following to go and find Mor. She was going to be so pleased with her!

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When she couldn't find her daughter, Inger's panic began. It built steadily the longer she searched, and then skyrocketed when she caught her scent trail leading toward the edge of the Backwater's protection. She thought her blood was rushing as swiftly as possible through her veins, and then she smelled him.

"LLINNEA!"

She hurled herself through brush and over twisted roots, desperate to reach them in time. When she broke into view of them, there was no hesitation. Inger leaped over the young girl, screaming "LØPE!" as she did so. The next moment, her teeth were aiming to sink viciously into Rayjiek's throat or chest.
(RUN!)

He would not have her children.

(This post was last modified: Aug 26, 2022, 05:22 AM by Inger.)

It was as the young one was leading him that he smelled her. Jackpot, this was it. He was ready to go. He spotted her jumping out to protect the young one. Inger had leaped at him, teeth ready to bite him. He let her, just to show her the chaos. He felt the sting, and smelled the blood. With her firmly biting him, Reyjiek spun, swinging her around and he latched onto her scruff, biting hard into her and pure bliss came over him. First he would take care if Inger, then the little one.

This was the kind of chaos he wanted. He had already attacked one other, that was chaos but not enough. He knew that with this he could be filled with the chaotic joy that he had wanted ever since he had suffered at the hands of others.

It wasn't long before Mor's scent brushed against Llinnea's nose, and in her pride at finding her friend the girl didn't sense her mother's distress. She was opening her mouth to call to her, but never got the chance.

Everything went to shit so fast.

"LLINNEA! LOPE!"

The pup pulled up, confused. Mor had never sounded like that before. She didn't have time to ask, however, as Mor was sailing over her and Llinnea was knocked away but the sudden flurry of fur and teeth that was the adults. She scrambled back, cowering under the edge of a nearby shrub and watching her mother fight this strange man with a fire she didn't know Mor had.

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In many ways, Inger had known that this day would come. Rayjiek had nothing but them, just as alone as she had been upon being brought to this strange, foreign land. She hadn't been able to envision him giving up his sadistic desires very well, and knew that she had not taken her children far enough away to be considered safely vanished. That had been her mistake, she should have ran with them as soon as she had been able, instead of hiding hear like a rabbit in its warren!

Her bite met its mark, but so did his. Inger fought to ignore the pain radiating from the wound and maintain her own grip, tearing and ripping from side to side as he easily jerked her smaller frame around. Even if she died, here and now, as long as she took the devil with her, it would be enough. Inger would not, could not let go.

(This post was last modified: Sep 10, 2022, 01:47 AM by Inger.)

Reyjiek let go of his hold on Inger and headbutted her in the side of the head to get her to let go. After headbutting her he said to her "Ynkelig ynkelig Inger. Prøv å forsvare mot Odin øye vil ikke fungere. fiasko er alt å se. Inger vil dø, det samme vil lille. (pitiful pitiful Inger. Try to defend against Odin eye will not work. failure is all to be seen. Inger will die, so will little one.)"

It was after this that he tried to make a bite for her throat, hoping to rip into vital parts.

What was happening? Everything was changing so fast, and the air reeked, and there was so much growling and snapping of teeth and the man was saying such strange things. Llinnea did not yet understand the concepts he was talking about, just knew that he was saying mean things and that something was very, very wrong. This was not the play fighting she got up to when Asmund was in the right mood.

She was scared. She'd never felt like this before, frozen in place and unable to do the one thing Mor had commanded her to do. She could not go for help, could not cry out, could not try to rush to Mor's aid. She could only watch as everything she knew was ripped to pieces.

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