Purity's End

Written by Kitty

Even the pure of heart can fall to the devil's word, can crumple to his very will. Usually the more pure a soul is, the easier it falls to such devious whims. such is the case of Wenjezrian, a young Purity Canine who found himself in the wrong place, at the wrong time one to many times. Here we will recap the end of Purity.

It had been a day like any other for our young friend. The sun was shining, the weather splendid and he was off to meet his dearest of friends, a Secret Cervine by the name of Kaebila. The pair were meeting today at the very gravestone they had meet one another for the first time at, they both had something very important to tell the other and excitement coursed through his veins. He was going to finally admit that he loved her, and had for a very long time.

However, he arrived at the gravestone second, discovering a crying Kaebila. He went to comfort her and asked what was wrong. She went on and on about some devil that had taken control of her, possessed her, and that he was making her do unspeakable things. Wenjezrian was terribly confused, as her story was hard to follow through her tears. And then it seemed as if something came over her, she lost it. She went into hysterical speeches about how the only was her soul would receive absolution would be if he killed her now, killed her before the devil could make her sin anymore. His maw opened, he was about to tell her no when suddenly, suddenly his mind lost it's control over his body. Instead of telling her no he was at her throat.

Pressure was applied, sharp canines cutting through her flesh easily, her blood trickling onto his tonger. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't want it to happen but he couldn't control himself. He bit down harder and pulled his head back, leaving a gaping wound in her throat. He watched in horror as her form crumpled to the ground gracefully, yes, she managed to keep her grace even in the throws of death. Golden orbs peered down at her form, which, once the last ounce of life had seeped from her, managed to look peaceful, as if she had merely died in her sleep. His stomach turned, but grief wasn't aloud to course through him yet.

Another desire swept through him, he wanted to eat, no, he wanted to eat HER. He tried desperately to fight this urge, but he couldn't. He moved toward her still form and lowered his head, taking hold of her soft underbelly and ripping it open, spilling her insides onto the grass. He was lost now, lost in the cannibalistic desires that were so unlike him, unlike his kind. He dined upon her flesh greedily, unaware of the footsteps coming from behind him. He had not done these this on his own accord, he had been controlled. however, he didn't know this until a voice was at his ear, a seductive sound somewhere between a voice and a growl. "you mustn't be greedy my love, you must learn to share." Momentarily the control of the other was broken and he turned his head, nose to nose with.... a member of the enemy. It was another canine, but he couldn't decipher the Euclides' type before he received a terrible wallop, knocking him back into the gravestone which he hit his head upon, blacking out when he did.

The dream he had was terrible for he dreamt of the events that had just played out. When he woke, he woke with a scream trapped in his throat. My what a horrid nightmare that had been, but the air was thick with the scent of blood and, as his vision focused, he realized that it hadn't been a dream. Merely a foot from his nose was the skeleton of a Cervine, picked clean and posed. The scent made him woozy, the sight made him nauseous nd the memory of what he had done brought the final blow, he emptied his stomach there beside the gravestone. That fuzzy dream hadn't been a dream at all, just a recap of what had happened. And it happened during the daylight hours, how had no one scene? How could anyone sit back and let such a thing happen?

The grave was a forgotten one on the outskirts of the churchyard, not many others were near it and not many ventured out that far. That was their undoing, they wandered to far off. How would he ever return home after killing the one he loved, his fur stained with her life's essence? How could he live with himself? Instantly he wanted to die, wanted to kill himself right there on the spot, but something inside him told him he couldn't, he had to spread the word of this devil in euclides skin. And thus he returned swiftly, telling all of her death first. There he learned the news she was about to give him at the stone, for her 'mate' was most distressed, telling all that they had only just agreed to it and that the ceremony was still being planned. His heart broke all over again, she would have turned him down that day.

With a heart that was heavier then before, he began to tell all of what had happened. And they turned against him. They didn't believe him. He ran then, and kept running until he collapsed. How could he live with such a burden? How could he go on? He had to. He had to go on for her. Her couldn't allow this to happen to anyone else. No one should die in the way Kaebila did, no one should be forced to do what he had. He had to find someone that would help him, but who would believe him?