ORIGIN - BLOODSOAKED SAND

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Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

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The air CRACKED as the two forces hit one another, rebounding and hitting the large white cerberus pup-- he flew black, yelping as he was slammed into the fern trench's wall. His body slumped to the floor, and he suddenly felt like he couldn't move, couldn't do anything.

His vision swam as he stared out towards the white blur... had he been hit too? It was hard to tell, exhaustion taking over. He had been born only moments ago, and since he was born he had let loose too much magic. His magic was sapped and his heads plopped over his paws, the warm, sticky blood clotting in his fur. The soil was cool against his hot, burning skin, fiery blood racing through his muscles. It comforted him, cooled him down, told him that it was time to rest.

As much as he wanted to eat, there was nothing he could do but sleep. He fought it, growling softly, but he was a baby and like all babies, sleep came quickly and swiftly when it wanted to. Blackness fell over the young pup and he drifted out of consciousness, falling into a deep rest in the shelter of the bright green ferns.

The foliage of Eridanus would protect the young white gembounds from danger, if there somehow could be something more dangerous than these two out there.

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

The wind from the energy colliding blew towards him and though it pushed against him he dug in his claws and stubbornly trekked forward. He could see the hound through the stubborn red haze. That instinct still pushed him onwards despite the protest in his tired muscles. Despite the fact that air was becoming difficult to pull into his lungs. He needed to kill. He was born to destroy.

Kill

Steadily he came, growing closer to the white lamb. His muscles hurt. It literally pained him to take the steps, his legs shook each time he moved and it felt as if they would barely support his weight. Once or twice he stumbled and even collapsed onto the ground but he would doggedly pick himself back up and keep going. His mind wanted this one thing. He would not be denied this blood.

Kill

He reached the hound. He could smell the blood all over him while he lay defenseless. Red eyes glowered down at the creature while he stood victorious. This was his meal, his claim, and he would take it and feast happily. He took a step but this time after his leg shook and he collapsed he could not rise. His body ached for the blood. He had to have it! He crawled forward, attempted to get to the food.

Kill

He manged to get his front half onto the hound. His fangs were bared as his neck drew back, ready to strike the final blow with his target being the jugular of that middle head. He saw the target clear through the red haze... Then he didn't anymore. His vision flickered and then it was gone. His Bloodlust was enough to drive him to turn into a killing machine but it didn't make him immortal. The excessive use of his magic and the fight and blood loss caused him to blackout. His body fell helplessly across his former victim as Baratheon passed into a deep and dreamless sleep. Helpless and senseless to the world.

words: 338
tagged: Kerberos
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

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It was a while later that the blackness faded into dozy conciousness. The sleepy orange nosed, floppy eared head lifted, licking his lips and yawning, stretching his paws out before him. He sniffed, shaking his head, clearing out the fog in his brain. What had happened? What even was going?

He remembered waking up trapped... But now he was free. He remembered hunger-- yes, he was still hungry. The puppy whined, wishing sorely that something would bring him something to eat because he hurt quite badly. Gently he prodded his orange nose into his fellow head's ear, waking up the other two as the middle head made a startled yip noise.

"Wha'was that for?" He asked himself, snorting as he stretched again. The final sleepy head groaned and kicked his back leg, rolling on to his side. It was at that movement that all three heads swivled to look at a bundle of fur that was plopped on top of them.

Food! The three sets of eyes exchanged a long look, wondering what to do. Did he eat the baby dragon? He didn't want to fight the thing again-- he was too weak to do so... but maybe someday in the future he could eat it.

"Hey!" He woofed, nudging the dragon awake. Just what did he think he was doing sleeping on him, anyway? Sheesh.

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, only that it filled him with energy and when he finally had to wake it was far too soon. The sound of talking sounded distant at first but then the yell right next to him caused him to start with a grunt. Where was he? What had happened? The nudging caused him to sit up, still half across the hound. Had they become friends? He couldn't really remember what had gone on.

His head tilted to the side when he saw the dried blood on the lamb then he felt it... the soreness. It caused him to give a slight groan as he eased off of the lamb and onto his side, flopping down weakly like a wet sack. Wow... He felt awful. His body hurt and he felt like there were a thousand cuts on his body, not to mention the dried blood on his own coat. What had--

Then, he remembered... everything.

The red haze that had covered his vision after he'd bitten the lamb. He remembered the savage hunger that had taken him over. He even remembered trying to rip out the lamb's throat! The taste of blood came to him and it didn't disgust him... He actually wouldn't mind getting a mouthful of blood now but his fatigue kept him from having the fever again and thus kept another fight from happening. However, it didn't stop the rumbling in his gut. Boy, was he ever hungry!

Still, he felt a wash of shame as he looked back to the three-headed one. He ducked his head and pinned his ears as he stared at him. "Sorry..." Despite how sore he was the little dragon rose to his paws and backed away. "Sorry... S-so-sorry..." He tripped over a rock but gathered himself back up and kept on backing until he was invisible behind a layer of vegetation. How could he go back out there? How could he face the three-headed one? He'd completely lost control somehow! How had that even happened? He was a lamb. He shouldn't want to eat someone... or should he? He remembered when he ate bugs that his body always wanted something more. Was that it?

He still felt really guilty so when he heard a scuttering sound behind him he had no trouble with turning and capturing it. His instincts just took over and before he knew it he had a fat rat pinned to the ground underneath a paw. Quickly he scooped it up with one paw and hobbled back to the hound on three legs with the squealing rat clutched in the other.

As a sort of apology he tossed the rat to the hound before turning and beginning to snatch up beetles and other bugs for himself. However, they didn't taste nearly as good or satisfying as the blood...

words: 478
tagged: Kerberos
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

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"What's a sorry?" The cerberus asked himself as the white food scampered away into the distance. "Dunno, can't eat it, can I? Don't think so... Hff." He shared a bewildered, confused look with himself and settled his heads back down on his paws. He was so hungry, but after a moment of just waiting alone and trying to get up, he found he was much too worn out to do that. He had been clumsy when he was full of energy, so how would he catch something like this? Maybe the hungry would go away if he rested some more.

He closed his eyes and drifted off, at least until a noise perked the pair of sharp, clipped ears of the left head. Sniffing, he peeked one eye open. The smell of food, of prey. His tail curled up around his flank, twitching, as he observed the white dragon coming back with something in his paw... What was this? Curiosity and hunger made every head lift and turn and focus on the dragon as he approached.

The rat was tossed to him and the hound found new strength, lunging at the rat, snapping it up in his jaws. The two heads who hadn't caught the rat growled and whined as the middle head tore down on the prey, shredding it. A flash of teeth and the left head managed to snatch a piece-- and soon it was a tug of war between the three, viciously shredding the rat until hardly anything remained.

Settling back, orange nose cast a glance at the beetle catching dragon, tail twitching. The other heads continued to chomp down on remains of bones, but he watched the white one with curiosity. No, he wouldn't eat the white food today...

"Good," he woofed, as a sort of thanks, blinking beady pink eyes. He seemed hardly bothered by their fight, or by the way he had decimated the mouse-- indeed, this beast had seemingly no morals where Baratheon was weighed down by guilt over a failed attempt to take another's life.

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

Feeding the rat to the hound, he didn't know how he felt about that. It was a living thing but it was different. It had blood but it didn't speak. He'd seen other rats and mice but he hadn't even given them a second glance. Now though, the blood he scented underneath the skin sent excitement through him. Deep within he wanted nothing more than to tear into the rat like the other had but he refrained and kept on snapping up the insects. He managed to get enough into his gut to temporarily satisfy him after a little while after he'd managed to find and uproot a worm from the dirt.

The scent of decimated rat tantalized his nostrils but somehow he managed to keep a hold on himself. Possibly his full tummy and possibly his soreness or maybe a combination of both. Who knew?

After the other told him the food was good Baratheon turned back to him and gave a slight wag of his tail. The other didn't even seem to be upset that they'd had a battle and had nearly killed each other. Well, he supposed that was a good thing! All was forgiven and all was good! Except... he was certain he would never be the same again. No. The thought of food and blood would now be at the back burners of his mind like it never had before.

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind before he approached the other creature and sat down about a foot away. Now that they'd both eaten perhaps things could go a little bit better than before. After all, the lamb wasn't calling him food anymore so that was a start. The young dragon pointed to himself with a claw and said, "Baratheon." Then he pointed to the other creature. "Name?" He asked. Certainly this one had a name. If they were going to talk to each other and know each other then it had to be by more than just "lamb" or "food". That latter name was a new one and he wasn't sure if he could shake it away.

words: 356
tagged: Kerberos
ooc: ---
muse: 7/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

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The dragon came over after eating a worm and gave his... He supposed, name? Baratheon. The word name seemed to trigger something deep in the great dog, and he stood up, tail held high and wiggling as if he was trying to rattle that it didn't have.

Cer, center. Ber, berry red on the left. Os, orange nose on the right.

"Cerberos," the over sized puppy replied with enthusiasm, each head chipping in a name. Yes, that was who he was. "Kerberos!" The middle head insisted, and together all three heads barked in unison, "Kuna tou Aidou!" He had to pause after this, settling down on his tiny haunches, his large forepaws digging at the soft soil before him.

He wasn't sure he wanted to know Baratheon's name. What did it matter if his food a name? Then again, perhaps he would be able to call upon the dragon later, to fight again, to prove that he was worthy of eating the creature. He thought about this for a good while, until a small beetle had caught one of his head's attention and the other two blinked and refocused on Bara.

"You caught the food... Show me how sometime?" He asked, doing his best to speak for the first time, properly. Without upsetting the vicious, angry food.

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

When he'd asked for a name he hadn't expected such a long introduction. Sure, his own calling was longer than most of the other creature's he'd met but not even his was this long! Cer, Ber, and Os? Was that it? He peered between the heads as the each gave a bit of their names before giving out the entire thing Kerberos. He supposed if he wanted just one of the heads attention he would use one of the former names and if he wanted all then he'd use the latter. Made enough sense to him. As for Kuna tou Aidou... Well, he had no idea what that meant so he supposed Kerberos was just fine.

He gave a single not to show he understood. "Cer." He looked at the middle head. "Ber." The red-nosed one on the left. "Os!" Now he met the orange-nosed one's pink gaze with a smile. He committed the name to memory should they ever meet up or should they need each other.

The young dragon gave a yawn, feeling again the effects of his battle fatigue. However, he didn't want to sleep for there was much to explore in this world! One ear started to itch so he lifted up his rear left leg and scratched at the end, causing it to flop comically back and forth while he did so. His eyes had partially closed as the sensation of scratching felt so good but when Kerberos spoke he opened up his right eye and lifted his right ear straight upwards, perking towards the hound.

He stopped scratching and shook his fluffy coat out before he answered. "Sure!" He wasn't sure when he'd show the other. Kerberos seemed more than content to sit and eat whatever was thrown his way. Perhaps he was sore too. Then, again he wasn't completely sure if he knew how to teach someone else to hunt. The rat had just been there and he hadn't really thought about it... It had just happened. Just like the fever had.

For a moment Baratheon looked distinctly uncomfortable. He wanted to express his thoughts, that it was his instincts which had hunted for him but that would take more words. Finally though after a moment of shuffling his paws and "hmm-ing" and "haa-ing" he relented. "Instincts... I don't really know how I hunted. It just sorta happened. But I'll teach you what I can." There. He shuffled his paws again, looking down at them before glancing up at Kerberos. He grinned at the three-headed hound as if he had some sort of secret. "Don't tell anyone I talk well... Or that I get the..." He paused for a moment and scrunched his muzzle up as he thought of the correct word. "Bloodlust." That seemed right. "Our secret." He winked. Really though, what would his sister think? He needed to work all this out before he went back to her.

The shame and guilt he'd felt at having lost control was still bottled up inside him but his cheerful demeanor wouldn't allow it to escape. He didn't want to mope around this other creature, not when it was starting to be nice to him. He wanted to return the favor. Besides, he would take cheerfulness over sadness anyday... He'd have time to reflect when he was alone.

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tagged: Kerberos
ooc: -gasps- he talked!
muse: 8/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

Don't you ever tame your demons

But always keep 'em on a leash

δεξιά . κέντρο . αριστερά

Baratheon seemed very nice for food. The canine wagged his snake scaled tail. He explained hat it was instinct-- after a bit of debate if he wanted to explain or not. The pair of heads paying attention nodded, while the middle chased a beetle with his eyes. He was quite invested in the little beetle that scurried by his big paws, and with a fwump he smacked his paw down on the bug and then snapped his head up to pay attention when the dragon told him not to tell anyone.

Now who in hell would he tell? The three noses snorted, though one head managed to nod in agreement at least. The hard shelled beetle wriggled out from under his paw pads, lucky that it had been his right paw and not the left one mostly made of rock- and flew away before it could get eaten. "Who would I tell?" He asked, cocking a head while the others shared a skeptical glance, bug long forgotten. Other food? Why would I talk to other food? Part of him thought, and the whole set shook their heads.

"It's our secret." Baratheon's secret was safe with the giant puppy, if only because he was more likely to try and eat someone than tell them about some other kind of food. Honestly, that was pretty silly. Not to mention that the talking thing seemed like a strange secret, and the bloodlust wasn't that weird, though Kerberos did not like being on the receiving end of it.

The dog stood up, stretching, and finally shook out his fur. His injured neck and chest were dry and crusted now with brown, old blood. "So show hunt?" He inquired, padding over, his paws heavy and his steps slow and heavy. At least his tummy was full of tasty, yummy rat.

BARATHEON

"the world is mine for the taking"

Baratheon waited while the heads seemed to debate and think among themselves. That's what he thought they were doing anyway? How did that three-head thing work, anyway? Did they all think together or separately? Seemed confusing to him but they certainly were useful in a fight. Despite his guilt he knew that he had enjoyed the feeling of fighting. It was a natural thing, like breathing... No matter how frightening it was that he lost control of himself. He shrugged it off. He really needed to stop living in the past, especially when the future was right here. Think later, act now. That seemed right.

One of the heads had nodded in agreement but he guessed that was fine. At least one of them had nodded. At its question, whether it was rhetorical or not he didn't know, the dragon shrugged. "Anybody! Your friends, your family, your acquaintances! Just don't tell them!" They certainly seemed confused on why they would tell anyone. Or were they confused on who exactly they would tell? He didn't know and didn't care so long as they kept it a secret.

Finally they settled on the fact that it was their secret. Baratheon nodded enthusiastically. Good good. Everything would be just fine! He'd take a few days off from Orion and get his head together. Hunt a few bugs, put the whole thing behind him and never lose control of himself again! It was a brilliant plan and one that had him in high hopes. It wasn't as if he'd lose control again, right? It was just a one-time thing.

The small dragon stood up and wagged his tail back and forth. The dragon nodded his head when the Kerberos approached him. Yeah! He'd show him how to hunt now! The little dragon cast around and sniffed, trying to find a rat for them to hunt but so far he came up nill. Well... They could always practice on bugs, right? There were plenty of those around! "First, you gotta find your prey."

The little dragon put his nose on the ground and sniffed around, ears perked to hear the tiny scuttling of bugs and there! He saw a ladybug crossing the ground not too far away. He waved one paw to tell Kerberos to come to him then he explained, "Pretend that's a rat." He said pointing to the bug. "My body told me to be quiet and get close, like this..." He demonstrated by walking slowly and quietly. "Then when I'm close enough to POUNCE!" He giggled when he leaped forward towards the bug and trapped it beneath both of his paws.

He was still laughing when he opened his paws up and released the insect. The creature flew away with Bara watching for a moment before his attention turned back to Kerb. "Your turn! Sniff, stalk, then pounce!" He said with a smile.

words: 481
tagged: Kerberos
ooc: ---
muse: 8/10

"Talking looks like this."
Thinking looks like this...

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