Insanity (Richard)

[crispy]

It was the perfect moment, what better way to prove that he was better that he deserved the power that this pup deserved nothing than to kill him. It was all that mattered as the wolf went for its brothers throat. The idea of family didn't matter to this part of Richard though only the feel of blood and he could almost see it running in his veins. Feel the way flesh would part under his muzzle and the taste of fresh meat as he took his life. All of it distracted the Lycan. Drove him to the point that the arrival of the alpha didn't even bother him in the least. He ignored it his jaws moving closer to his brothers throat. Feeling the heat of him while also wishing he would move at least a little.

The chance of it was tore from him, he felt the arms wrap around him and he tried to fight it his claws trying to dig into the soft flesh as he was tore from Henry. He hated it, seeing his prey being removed from him. Seeing it taken from him stolen. Somehow it was wrong to have dinner taken from one. He deserved it, deserved the kill he had worked for it so hard he had made him hurt and feel fear. He should be allowed to enjoy the taste of fresh meat in his muzzle. But no it was taken from him as he wasn't only tore off his prey bet sent flying down the hall.

Richard landed hard and felt his body sliding across the time warn stone floor only to roll and dig his claws into the stone, he stopped and stared at the beast before him, bigger in every way than he was. Who was this that stood before him. The human part of him the weak part whispered that it was his father, the lycan that brought him to this world and he was taking away his choice to put things write the strong ruled and the weak bowed to the strong that was why the lycans fought for the throne. To ensure that the strongest led the packs. That the strongest of the packs ruled the nation. So why would this creature turn aside his just reward. He was s fool, he would not back from that which he so richly deserved.

Then he saw the Bitch, The damn female that had been chosen for his elder brother... she was probably no different than any other whore he was with. A toy for him, part of his wolf wondered what kind of toy she could be, a chew toy would be nice to have of course then again their was only one purpose for a Bitch. Mating, why it was that the wolf thought of that of forcing himself on her Richard would hardly know only that for some reason his wolf the side that he tried so often to hold back and control wanted power, it was the only thing that mattered. It wanted people to fear him to cringe as his blood lust filled eyes turned to them. To have them beg for mercy to beg him to stop only for him not to. He wanted them to know that he held their lives in his hand and that their pitiful wishes their weak dreams their hopes and prayers meant nothing.

The fact that she hovered over his prey like some kind of guardian angel only annoyed him further as his hackles rose and his blood filled eyes turned from one to another. A low growl rippled through the air from him. A warning that he was not to be taken lightly. That he would have what he wanted that they had no right to keep him from his destiny the power that he deserved. The glass in his back, the blood on his hands, why fight if not for this why kill if not for power... and he would have the power even if he had to go through the two that kept him from what he wanted... Their was only one thing left... To kill them and take it all... Without any thing holding it back with Richard forced back and shackled in the lonely cornered normally reserved for itself it launched itself at Henry, his claws adding momentum to his run his eyes solely on his Target as he moved.

(ooc:I will edit this if anyone has a problem with my request

[Baroness Elina Cali]

Amber pools watched as he slid across the stone floors once he was flung down the hall by Vaan. She didn't budge an inch from her spot as she watched him rise up. Elina got the sinking sense that a good throwing across the room wasn't going to stop him. He had that look in his eyes. The one that oozed of uncontrollable power. The want to kill was clearly on his face. It would take more than being tossed across a room to get him to stop. His wolf was in control now and his wolf was not happy right now. She could feel the anger radiating from him as he laid his eyes on Elina.

The she wolf slowly rose onto her back haunches, standing over her mate in a very protective, warning sort of manner. He would not touch Henry if she had anything to say about it. Her pointed ears flattened against his head, but her tail did not fall between her legs in answer to her future brother-in-law's threatening growl. Instead Elina let out her own low growl, baring the teeth of her large, long muzzle. He would have to go through her before he could lay another hair on Henry.

She didn't wait a beat. She bound over Henry when the duke broke from his still stance. She didn't care if she got in trouble with Vaan and anyone else right now. She was thinking about her mate, who laid hurt and broken on the floor behind her. She raced forward and as soon as she was within reach, one paw-like hand swooped out and swatted at the side of his face as her other grabbed his arm and her mouth grasped it, claws and fangs digging in violently. She wrenched him around roughly, away from Vaan and Henry, teeth and claws tearing at his arm before she released him. "Snap out of it Richard! He's your brother!" She snarled as she shoved him into a wall, hoping to snap him out. She didn't want to hurt Richard, but she couldn't just sit by and let Richard kill her mate.

Any woman would defend their mate in such a way. It was only natural. She took her hands away from him, eyes glued to him as she slowly backed away, hoping she knocked some sense into him. She kept herself ready for any surprise attack he might try and make. Elina wasn't much smaller than Richard, and she could take him considering he had let his wolf take control. Those that lost their control always had the disadvantage in a fight. That's why it was so important that they kept control.

She waited for his next move, slowly backing away, towards Henry.

[crispy]

In retrospect any Lycan that was in control would not have done as Richard had, then on the other hand Richard was shoved into a corner and unable to exert his normal iron clad control. In that way he was cast iron, oh yes he has an iron will that was a match to his Lycans rage. Yes he could squash it and control it but in that one moment that someone cracked his iron cage, his beast could burst the dam. Only problem was that everyone knew that a Lycan, a feral out of control lycan didn't think. It's higher brain funciton amounted to something along the lines of 'you food, must eat', or 'me mad, me smash'. Or at least that would be how Richard would define his wolf.

His other half was defined by instinct, not control. In some ways Richard could be compared to Dr. Bruce Banner of the Marvel Comics, that from the early 20th and 21st centuries. So did Richard have an idea of what would happen when his wolven half dug in and threw itself at Elina and his king and kin. Actually Richard did, His wolf didn't how could he expect a woman, that was clearly faster and stronger than she looked to stop him, the one that was meant to be the prince... not that the word meant anything to the wolf, no it understood the values of strength and power... it also knew pain, or it thought it did.

So it actually surprised him for a clawed hand to bat aside his fanged muzzle as he rushed forward with an almost contemptuous flick of her furred wrist. Oh he noted that it hurt what with her claws managing to cut a gash partially across his face over his lip. Being as what caused the wound his normally heightened healing that all lycans possessed seemed to freeze. It struck the wolf as suprising as he had no chance to realize the danger as he finally realized that she had his arm. The hand that had not slapped him, had dug into his arm forcing him to feel her claws breaking the skin and have the blood pool on his arm as her own mouth bit onto his arm.

The pain was almost unimaginable for the wolven mind as it suddenly growled and trashed in sudden pain to escape her only causing the wounds to get worse and more blood to run. He felt his body not responding his mind turning to focus on her as she used her body to slam him face first into the wall, and frankly in his own defense having a stone wall stop your muzzle hurts like hall, when you take into account that it was made of bone. In the end Richard simply collapsed, perhaps it was the pain of the lycan, of it being unwilling or incapable of understanding the pain of being unable to work through all of the contorted signals of its nervous system it was what. Richard needed.

He couldn't hear Elina and frankly he could care less, no he had to get in control so he ignored her and clamped down on his beast, on forcing it back into its shackles and chaining it back into its lonely corner. Of putting the bars of its cage back in place so that it would not break free. The first think that Richard realized was he began to shift back, was that the pain was worse than he had thought, that what had seemed minor in his larger wolven form was a different matter as it translated into the human. His arm seemed to be missing chunks of flesh from his struggles and her way of holding him and as such a sheet of blood was oozing down his arm to pool around him. His face was a mangled mess from being bashed into the wall and is nose itself seemed to be much flatter than it had been, and a nice line stretched from below his left eye and down to above his chin. In the end it was sure to leave a nasty scar when it finally managed to fully heal.

Then came the reality of what he had done, of the fact that he had nearly killed his brother. That his brother was laying on the ground and it tore into Richard and brought a tear into his eye as he turned away. They had enough to worry about without dealing with him, so he left... Their was no point in pitying himself or in asking for help... he didn't deserve it, he had lost control the pain was his punishment and if he died... well that was his punishment... he deserved it....

(OOC:Richard is now out of this thread...)