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                       Fingertips traced over tattered and bruised skin. This was always the creature’s favorite part. Madness dwelled behind a cracked gaze, lips curled into a sadistic smile. Void could feel a shiver run through the body below his form just before a whimper greeted eardrums. It was followed by a SPUTTERING gargled noise -- the very same body thrashing against restraints before losing steam and settling back against the cold concrete. Alley ways were cliche but my was the room too work plenty. Just a present to be left behind for the true alpha. How laughable the idea would be if the wolf hadn’t proven to be such a NUISANCE.

                          “ Often held but never touched, always wet but never rusts,                           often bites but seldom bit, to use me well you must have wit.                                                              WHAT AM I? ”

Cacophony of laughter ripples out past chapped lips as the nogitsune awaits an answer from the victim below. No answer but Void simply moves with EASE to pry open bloody lips. “A tongue.” Crooned happily with a harsh yank as fingers dig into the appendage to keep a firm hold. Strength beyond human is enough to cause echoes of tearing to rattle from one wall to the next before incessant wailing gargles out. Amusement streaks over features as the monster takes its fill of anguish tenfold ripping through something about to be nothing more than a corpse. “This one goes to STILES.” Smile on lips, the tongue is placed down neatly and carefully not to be damaged any more than it already was.

Wicked hues set on a hacksaw -- ready to bring the game to light for the wolf in question. As much as the trickster would have LOVED to stay and play, there was much to be done. Lives to ruin, other more significant people to maim. “This one --” Pause taken to pick up the item and press the blade at a wrist. “--we’ll have to modify it but this one, it’s for SCOTT.” Messy is the action, few too many swings and pulling to cause more discomfort than should be. “It seems we’ve done a . . . hack job.” Mumbled to itself as the nogitsune settles into something gleefully disturbing -- echoes of maddened laughter barking out around the area in hysterics.

Quelled only minutes later as fingers are snapped and chopped off in the next task, only leaving the middle finger perfectly intact. “He’ll ADORE it.” Words accompanied by a chitter of sorts -- barely concerned about whether the body is breathing still or not. Hum in the back of Void’s throat as he moves, plucks out two eyes effortlessly (for laster use), and next actions are careful to remove enough blood for the gifts to be seen properly. The demon is a mess of EXCITEMENT shifting through veins as a bloody mess is left behind and his own form thrums with the pain created. The promise of more desolation and chaos buzz through fingertips -- everything will crash down in his wake and worship and beg at the feet of a god. The taste is practically divine on a tongue that licks clean blood on one finger.

Scott will know soon enough just how bloodthirsty the nogitsune truly is for that goddamn holier than thou wolf. Void would sink his teeth into flesh of McCall soon enough, though for now? A present is wrapped in something plain -- akin to the way the present for Finstock’s office was done so long ago. Wonders if Scott will even take notice of that. The thought sends insides to roil in anticipation; the game had already begun but the wolf was soon going to be an active participant once again. How THRILLING. Quiet and calculative, motions jagged much like the thoughts rolling around in a half muddled head as the fox hears the nurse into the home -- complaining about the water. That would soon be the least of her worries, though he pushed the bubbling ideas aside to pick out the alpha. Thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. Steady rhythm set of a heartbeat and the monster croons lowly to itself.

                Calling before hand to at least let his aunt know he’d be in town seemed to be the polite thing to do. So why not actually stop by for a visit? Thorne had even made it a point to shower and make himself presentable -- after all, it has been years since seeing these particular family members. He had to make an alright first impression anyways. Knuckles rapped on the front door with a giddy form of excitement bubbling under skin, rolling around in his belly. He wonders if Scott even remembers him at all -- not as if they stayed in touch through any means though Thorne supposed he should have reached out sooner. 

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Ixchel watched as the Alpha slept soundly on couch of her RV, one leg hanging off of the plush if not slightly blood smeared cushions. The jagged puncture wound in his chest had been the first thing she’d attended to, relieved when the other finally relaxed enough to lose consciousness. After a brief break the young shaman had returned to the wolf’s side, a small frown crossing exhausted features as she gently placed a pillow under his head. 

Her own lack of energy hit her like a ton a bricks, dragging Ixchel to the floor in a kneeling position beside the other. In resignation she sat back, a loopy kind of smile finding its way onto her face at the...belonging? With care she raised one of Scott’s hands, frowning at the small scrapes that still littered his body.