Jinx paced the room. On the other side of the door, they were preparing Lexi for the healing. Wound had described it as slowly leading him into a state of consciousness where they could draw the poison out of him without making the demon experience pain. The Orangelo didn't understand why he couldn't be in the room beyond the poor explanation the healer had given him. Something about the workings being so precise any erratic energy could undo the groundwork Wound was laying.
Jinx didn't like it but he agreed. Wound still was being sketchy about where the Orangelo's aura was going to come into this process. It was making his fur itch. He made an effort to still himself and stop creating a groove in the floor by forcing himself to sit, well more like perch, in a big cushy armchair.
Sighing he got out his deck. If he was going to be waiting this long, he might as well do a reading or play tarot solitaire. He shuffled them, letting the energy within the cards combine with
Not understanding why they had been separated after they had offered each other their deepest truths and mutual feelings, Lexi knew one thing, the sickness had returned with aggression. He wasn't sure he was fully conscious as he searched for any trace or sense of Jinx.It didn't come in as his newfound Orangelo's love for him, the thing Lexi breathed in was fear. It was too strong to reveal its owner's aura. Most demons enjoyed the taste of fear, Lexi was the exception. But being in his homeworld,he was drawn to it, craved it, even if he didn’t like it.He wasn't strong enough to inspire more of it or for his demon nature to be nourished by it. Still, it was such a brilliantly summoned fear. If it were a wine it would be a rare vintage. Just the scent of it was causing his more violent nature to awaken. Breathing it in, the potency made him feel more anchored to reality, like for just a few moments he could be lucid enough to know what was happening and st
Breaking out of the prison was something of a blur.Disabling theblow your fucking head offcollar had been Hades's first order of business. With the power he had siphoned off King, he was able to dispatch that particularly nasty safeguard quickly. But that was hardly scratching the surface of what that rush of fresh power could do.Disable a lock, dodge a guard, scramble through a vent. It all melted together into one continuous motion, feeling like it was over in seconds and not the long, excruciating hour that it actually took.But however long it had been, however many tricks and hexes he had to use, Hades was free. He was on his way to find his Doll. Once he found his no-fur, they were going to get the hell out of this gods-forsaken place and never look back. There were other places they could run to if they had to, places that maybe weren't the paradise that Persiana had been promised to be, but they would be good enough for them. Hades
Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to follow the threads Hades had created to connect with his no-fur, at least not in his present condition, but King felt compelled. He had let this entire thing go on under his watch for too long. Sure, he wasn't as strong as he could be. Hades had managed to steal far more of his God's aura than King thought possible.But the thing about a God's aura was there was an infinite amount if you had the strength to harness it. At the moment, King wasn't up to the standards of wielding it, but the gruff Grey-fur believed in his ability to recover quickly.There was a part of him that was screaming this idea was ill-conceived. That he should wait a little longer to make his move. Maybe try to catch up with power-mad Hades and beat the stupid out of the cocksure Black-fur and maybe in the process he could vent some of it out of himself.Because King had to admit he was carrying around a lot of stupid. With no guarantee he would be able
The first thing Hades saw was the ceiling, which was disconcerting because it looked like the top of the wooden coffin he'd been put in just a few days ago. The smell of the pine box filled his senses.However, the room was much wider,so definitely not another coffin. But what had that little bastard no-fur set-up? He sat up slowly, holding his head and trying to get a grip on his surroundings. He was sitting in the middle of a very intricately carved sigil. He quickly learned he was trapped by trying to push his paw past the boundary and getting an auric shock to his system that was almost as awful as the one Agent had used to bring him down. Hades was certain he could smell singed fur.Afterlosinga few moments of getting his senses back from the shock, the Black-fur started to recognize parts of the room.The hooded toms stood at the ready, but other details made little sense. Like the booth from Jinx's bar where he had met with Gran the firs
Guru stared into Spitfire's eyes, caught up in their intensity. He wanted to obey. He wanted to please his no-fur but the fact remained there was something important they needed to talk about."I swear we can do whatever you want. I'll do anything you want. But first, you have to tell me what you meant by someone being in trouble. You know, before you got all grabby and stuff."The blonde tom could tell they were both fighting more than clouded lust but he had no idea what it was."Also now might not be the time. We just got away from those demons. Though that seems like so long ago. Didn't it just happen? Spitfire, are you listening to me?" Guru started to sit up from where the no-fur had him sprawled out on the ground."You keep talking," the no-fur rolled his eyes. "Always talking and never fucking. What is wrong with you?"His smooth hands both went for Guru's large cock, curling his small fingers around the impressive girth and stroking slowly
Now I can focus... Get what I need...The voice coming out of his mouth was foreign to Spitfire. It was screechy and annoying. The kind of voice that he would have forced to be quiet if he could find the source. Only, he was starting to realize that he was the source. That was his voice coming out of his own mouth. It was his hand holding the cane that was beating his good boy. Not like Guru deserved, not in play. This was a real beating.Spitfire couldn't stop himself though. He was going and going, not stopping though he could see his tom's shoulders shaking. Guru was crying. Hurting. Bleeding.Oh, gods. The blood.It was just a trickle, a few drops from a split in the abused skin. But Spitfire could see it sticking to the light fur of his tom. He could feel the burn inside of him screaming out for more.More pain.More blood.More.The drops of blood made the burning in his body just a fraction less painful
Everything was gone.All that Jinx had found, all that he thought he was going to have now that he had met his Innehavre. Now that he had someone in his life that he could reveal all of himself to, Lexi was gone.The poison had left only a bit of dust on the floor of Wound's healing room. They had not saved Lexi. Jinx had failed.The scream that ripped from his throat was full of the Orangelo's rage and pain, the raw misery of losing that very intimate connection that existed only between Innehavre. Jinx screamed over and over, draining everything out of his body. When he was finally empty, Jinx found himself curled on the floor. His paw was dyed purple from the wetness of his tears hitting the dust that used to be Lexi. Jinx hoped that it never came out. He would bear that mark of shame for the rest of his life, never forgetting the bond that he let slip away."Hey, Orangelo!" It was an exclamation despite it coming from the fading glamoured body of a to
"Well, tell him, is it? Can he? He's so amazing. I bet you are going to tell him he can." Lexi was hovering over Wound, watching Jinx heal the injuries he had created.The demon still didn't understand everything but he knew enough to know he had been wrong about the healer. Lexi had been rash and not thought things through. He knew how toms and no-furs shared their auric power. But all he could see was someone hurting his Jinx and he had to stop him in any way possible.Now he could see things differently. He'd almost murdered Wound. If Jinx hadn't been so full of untapped power, Wound would have been lost. Lexi,being a stronger ranked demon,had created fatal holes in the healer. He should have died. That would have been horrible for many reasons but the number one was the tom Lexi could hear humming to himself down the hall.Lexi had almost destroyed a soul-bond, the kind he had with Jinx. He was so ashamed and furious with himself. Worse, he had n