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*~|Chapter Four: Darkus's Malevolent Plan|~*
Darkus stumbled through the Forest of Moans, gnashing his teeth and flicking his tail back and forth in an agitated manner. "FOOLS! They take me for a coward; I am NOT a coward!" he crept down into a den, and swiveled his head about, as if looking for someone... or something. His gold eyes glowed, illuminating the fur beneath them. A small gash on his shoulder dripped blood, and it made a light splatting sound as it hit the floor, similar to the sound of water dripping onto stone.
His eyes rested on a small bowl, which sat on the stone floor. In it sat three plants. "Ahhh, the Potent Plants; three different kinds, gifted to me by my father, to be used in the assassination of King Cliff. He was struck dead before he could carry out his plan, and thus it fell to me. It is my duty." Darkus crooned softly, as if speaking to someone.
"Why is it such a big deal that you kill the King? I mean, yes, he is a nuisance with his perfect-ness, but what if something goes wrong and we wind up in hot water? Tell me what we do, then!" a voice said. A wolf stepped out of the shadows of the den; it was a fine young she-wolf, with a glossy coat of sandy brown fur with black dispersed throughout it. Her eyes were a captivating green color, and she looked incredibly beautiful, despite the shadows that stretched over her.
Darkus looked at the she-wolf. "What are you doing here, Vixen?" Darkus hissed over his shoulder. "You should be back in the Kingdom; your pups are due, soon!" Vixen sauntered over to him, a suggestive smile on her face; "You mean our pups." Darkus snarled at her, teeth bared. "That was a love not meant to be." he growled. Vixen looked taken aback; "Of course it was! That's why I met you!" she vociferated loudly. Darkus turned his sharp gaze on her, and narrowed his eyes; "No, it was not; you threw yourself at me; I fell for you and paid dearly for it!" he shifted ever so slightly, and his fur slid away from a large, jagged scar. "And when those pups are born, they are only yours. Not ours. I'm sorry." he grabbed the plants and walked away.
Vixen padded to the entrance, her face disconsolate. She fought back the tears in her eyes, and whispered quietly "I love you, Darkus." Darkus bit down hard as he heard those words, but had to spit the plants out in doing so. Growling to himself, he snatched them up again and continued his journey back to the Kingdom. If all went according to plan, he could have Vixen as his mate without the permission from King Cliff.
Darkus stumbled through the Forest of Moans, gnashing his teeth and flicking his tail back and forth in an agitated manner. "FOOLS! They take me for a coward; I am NOT a coward!" he crept down into a den, and swiveled his head about, as if looking for someone... or something. His gold eyes glowed, illuminating the fur beneath them. A small gash on his shoulder dripped blood, and it made a light splatting sound as it hit the floor, similar to the sound of water dripping onto stone.
His eyes rested on a small bowl, which sat on the stone floor. In it sat three plants. "Ahhh, the Potent Plants; three different kinds, gifted to me by my father, to be used in the assassination of King Cliff. He was struck dead before he could carry out his plan, and thus it fell to me. It is my duty." Darkus crooned softly, as if speaking to someone.
"Why is it such a big deal that you kill the King? I mean, yes, he is a nuisance with his perfect-ness, but what if something goes wrong and we wind up in hot water? Tell me what we do, then!" a voice said. A wolf stepped out of the shadows of the den; it was a fine young she-wolf, with a glossy coat of sandy brown fur with black dispersed throughout it. Her eyes were a captivating green color, and she looked incredibly beautiful, despite the shadows that stretched over her.
Darkus looked at the she-wolf. "What are you doing here, Vixen?" Darkus hissed over his shoulder. "You should be back in the Kingdom; your pups are due, soon!" Vixen sauntered over to him, a suggestive smile on her face; "You mean our pups." Darkus snarled at her, teeth bared. "That was a love not meant to be." he growled. Vixen looked taken aback; "Of course it was! That's why I met you!" she vociferated loudly. Darkus turned his sharp gaze on her, and narrowed his eyes; "No, it was not; you threw yourself at me; I fell for you and paid dearly for it!" he shifted ever so slightly, and his fur slid away from a large, jagged scar. "And when those pups are born, they are only yours. Not ours. I'm sorry." he grabbed the plants and walked away.
Vixen padded to the entrance, her face disconsolate. She fought back the tears in her eyes, and whispered quietly "I love you, Darkus." Darkus bit down hard as he heard those words, but had to spit the plants out in doing so. Growling to himself, he snatched them up again and continued his journey back to the Kingdom. If all went according to plan, he could have Vixen as his mate without the permission from King Cliff.
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