40th of Ymiden, Arc 718
There were a small amount of things that made Shl’Drei angrier than animal abuse and mistreatment. His father had done both - and he ended up dead for it. With his help, most of his fathers animals had gone free. He’d set them loose to roam and do whatever they pleased. None of them had attempted to follow him - he couldn’t blame them after what they had gone through, though it had been sad to part with them.
The blond was deep into the stormlands with Liam at his side. He didn’t know what had brought on such thoughts - his days with his father were long gone, and even if he felt bad to leave his mother to deal with his mess he never found it in himself to return home. Hell, he barely remembered ‘home’! Liam leaned into his legs, sensing his distress most likely and seeking to comfort his human partner. Shl’Drei had barely thought to conceal his emotions from the Caracal, it was a way of lying to most beasts after all. He reached down, bending slightly to reach the overgrown cats head. He smoothed the short fur there as he felt his tension ease.
It wasn’t long after that the Caracal froze in place - his shoulders tense in warning. Liam let out a low growl, deep and guttural causing Shl’Drei to put a hand to the whip on his waistband. Liam crashed into his side, knocking him over just in time to push him out of the line of an arrow. Bewildered, he watched a Lumen Wolf jump from the bushes and out into the open. It had a wild look in it’s eyes - it posture was tense and stiff, something having frightened it and separated it from it’s pack. Shl’Drei didn’t have time to speak as a man came lumbering after the wolf - a small crossbow fitted on his arm. The contraption weighed him down, but he made good pace despite that.
It was a blur of movements - the wolf probably saw him as a threat, he reasoned - the Lumen jumped at him, canines bared as Liam growled and stood in front of him. The blond stood quickly to move, but in the next instant the wolf collapsed - and arrow deeply punctured into it’s side. It whined - a pitiful sound of pain and sadness as it tried to push itself up. Eyes wide Shl’Drei didn’t have the chance to approach the fallen creature to provide aide - the stocky man was quick to pierce it’s skull with another arrow. A flash of his father killing the large tiger in his mind -
”Worthless! I told you to jump faster!” The tiger cowered, a wild look of fear and apprehension in his eyes. Bao was a Bengal Tiger - and a very well behaved one. He always worked hard for Shl’Drei’s father, Azeraj. But that day Azeraj showed a cruelty he couldn’t handle - he shot a arrow into the scarred tigers neck and left him for dead.
- Shl’Drei saw red before he whipped the mans back, his bull whip snapping forward again at the sound of a pained yelp. Once, twice..! Several cracks on his back and the stocky man was writhing on the grass, a mess of tears, drool, and pain - his shirt open in places the whip had cut through. Liam growled loudly - the sounds leaving the man his sadistic side. The blond haggard in his breathing and stopped just long enough for Liam to begin circling the one who had caused such rage in his alpha. The man laid there - sobbing and begging for mercy while asking Shl’Drei why.
“Why? Why?” His voice was ice to the stocky mans ears which caused him to shake as the blond stepped closer. He was enraged - the fire in his veins itched and fueled his annoyance. “You’re the lowest type of scum…”
Shl’Drei spat venomously - ripping the contraption from the mans arm as he yelped and ripping off his shirt completely. The blond stood back as a dark look gleamed over his features. “Whipped to death wouldn’t let you atone for what you’ve just done - but I’ll mark you so badly you’d wish I had.”
And just like that he whipped the man - uncaring of where on his body the leather met skin.
There were a small amount of things that made Shl’Drei angrier than animal abuse and mistreatment. His father had done both - and he ended up dead for it. With his help, most of his fathers animals had gone free. He’d set them loose to roam and do whatever they pleased. None of them had attempted to follow him - he couldn’t blame them after what they had gone through, though it had been sad to part with them.
The blond was deep into the stormlands with Liam at his side. He didn’t know what had brought on such thoughts - his days with his father were long gone, and even if he felt bad to leave his mother to deal with his mess he never found it in himself to return home. Hell, he barely remembered ‘home’! Liam leaned into his legs, sensing his distress most likely and seeking to comfort his human partner. Shl’Drei had barely thought to conceal his emotions from the Caracal, it was a way of lying to most beasts after all. He reached down, bending slightly to reach the overgrown cats head. He smoothed the short fur there as he felt his tension ease.
It wasn’t long after that the Caracal froze in place - his shoulders tense in warning. Liam let out a low growl, deep and guttural causing Shl’Drei to put a hand to the whip on his waistband. Liam crashed into his side, knocking him over just in time to push him out of the line of an arrow. Bewildered, he watched a Lumen Wolf jump from the bushes and out into the open. It had a wild look in it’s eyes - it posture was tense and stiff, something having frightened it and separated it from it’s pack. Shl’Drei didn’t have time to speak as a man came lumbering after the wolf - a small crossbow fitted on his arm. The contraption weighed him down, but he made good pace despite that.
It was a blur of movements - the wolf probably saw him as a threat, he reasoned - the Lumen jumped at him, canines bared as Liam growled and stood in front of him. The blond stood quickly to move, but in the next instant the wolf collapsed - and arrow deeply punctured into it’s side. It whined - a pitiful sound of pain and sadness as it tried to push itself up. Eyes wide Shl’Drei didn’t have the chance to approach the fallen creature to provide aide - the stocky man was quick to pierce it’s skull with another arrow. A flash of his father killing the large tiger in his mind -
”Worthless! I told you to jump faster!” The tiger cowered, a wild look of fear and apprehension in his eyes. Bao was a Bengal Tiger - and a very well behaved one. He always worked hard for Shl’Drei’s father, Azeraj. But that day Azeraj showed a cruelty he couldn’t handle - he shot a arrow into the scarred tigers neck and left him for dead.
- Shl’Drei saw red before he whipped the mans back, his bull whip snapping forward again at the sound of a pained yelp. Once, twice..! Several cracks on his back and the stocky man was writhing on the grass, a mess of tears, drool, and pain - his shirt open in places the whip had cut through. Liam growled loudly - the sounds leaving the man his sadistic side. The blond haggard in his breathing and stopped just long enough for Liam to begin circling the one who had caused such rage in his alpha. The man laid there - sobbing and begging for mercy while asking Shl’Drei why.
“Why? Why?” His voice was ice to the stocky mans ears which caused him to shake as the blond stepped closer. He was enraged - the fire in his veins itched and fueled his annoyance. “You’re the lowest type of scum…”
Shl’Drei spat venomously - ripping the contraption from the mans arm as he yelped and ripping off his shirt completely. The blond stood back as a dark look gleamed over his features. “Whipped to death wouldn’t let you atone for what you’ve just done - but I’ll mark you so badly you’d wish I had.”
And just like that he whipped the man - uncaring of where on his body the leather met skin.
