War is my Destiny (AKH/AKEE)

[Ridley]

Guillotine had been acting strange for the passed hour or so. The male seemed shut off from the world, and less social than usual. Gil even went to the lengths as to lock himself away in his room. This wasn’t in the male’s nature, not in the least. A lone wolf was something completely opposite of Guillotine’s character, and yet, he was acting so aloof. A thick cloud of distress seemed to hang over the beast’s head. Anxiousness was weighing heavy on his heart to the point where he nearly underwent a panic attack. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this, not Akhtar nor the maids; no one. This was the main reason for him locking himself in the room. Fear of being seen at his weakest.

Gil was keeping something to himself, something very important. News, that a familiar faces had entered town. Face’s that Gil didn’t wish to see, well, aside from one. An hour ago he’d gotten a letter, not just any letter; a ransom note. It didn’t take long at all for Gil to recognize the handwriting. It was obviously written by Havoc, who else would have the penmanship of a kindergartener? To Gil’s misfortune it wasn’t the hand written that got to him. But what was written on the page made his heart drop. Havoc was holding Akeelah hostage just outside the city, and if Gil didn’t show up within the next forty-eight hours he was going to kill her. What was written on the back was a description of their location. The whole thing seemed a bit fishy. However, Guillotine doubted Havoc would come all this way just to lie. The male was crafty little f*cker, but he never was a liar. Besides, the trip over to Zahirah would have caused too much trouble for him if he didn’t have something to fall back on. He had to have Akeelah with him. The foolish hound had to be very disparate, not only to capture Akeelah but to travel across the ocean as well.

Shakily, Gil held the note in his hand. His forest green eyes began to analyze the poorly drawn map Havoc chat jotted down on the back. He’d been staring at that thing for hours now, trying to decipher its location. After studying it over, it clicked. The pack was hiding out at the old farm that sat just outside the city’s perimeter. The beast’s body began to tremble as his veins nearly exploded with high levels of adrenaline. Oh, just the thought of Havoc touching his Ex made his hair stand on end. “Damn it Havoc…” Guillotine grumbled as his free hand balled up into a fist. He got up and walked over to the door. It was now or never.

Gil didn’t want Akhtar to get involved. After all this was none of his business. This fight would be between him and Havoc, no one else (or so he thought). The tall man swallowed hard as he thought about the situation he was about to go into. He knew if he went out there would be a chance that he wouldn’t come back at all. Knowing Havoc he would have a pack ready and waiting to tear him apart. Gil could easily take Havoc alone. There was no doubt about that. Unfortunately, Havoc was never one to play fair. He always and back up when he needed it. In the male’s mind there was no such thing as a one on one fight. No matter how strong his ego was he would easily accept help from others. Clearly Havoc was more brains than brawn. He could lead the pack to a full grown buffalo but couldn’t take one down on his own. With a loud sigh Gil mulled over the outcome of the situation. Not only would he have to see Havoc’s ugly face, he would have to deal with a pack of snarling fangs.

Well, He could stay at the palace and save his own skin. But what would become of Akeelah. Guillotine’s body began to tremble. He couldn’t allow his ex to suffer that grueling fate. Gil made up his mind. The tall male leaned off his bead and began to stroll out of his room. After taking a detour through the main hall he approached the front door. There was no going back now. But before leaving, he told the maid to let Akhtar know he was going out for a walk. Then with that the beast exited the building.

*In the outskirts of town.*

Havoc could see the buildings of the large city of Zahirah twinkling in the distance. The sun was out in full today, not much of a good thing considering he was traveling in a group. He managed to snag one more hellhound before leaving the states; Thus making the pack a whopping four members, not including their hostage, Akeelah. The pack of ravenous beasts watched the city from afar. They managed to take up refuge in an old brown barn that lay a few miles from the city limits. It was being used by a couple of homeless supernatural whom seemed to have been outlasted by the city. Needless to say, they didn’t last long when Havoc and his thugs took the building over. Their bodies still lay on the dirt floor. The pack had already begun feasting on them. Every so often the wind would make the building shift and creek disturbing the beasts from their feast. The damn building seemed just as unstable as the dirt beneath it. Not that it mattered at the time. They had a place to get out of the sun, it was good enough.

Havoc was smart enough to stay away from the prince’s domain. Entering that den would cause more trouble for him and his pack. Hell, he’d be begging for death if he went anywhere near the palace. No doubt the guards had guns, and guns always meant nothing but trouble. Weapons like those where just the things that took down his old pack members. Havoc thought back to that dreadful day. The beasts had been pumped full of lead during a police raid on their apartment. Havoc shook the thoughts from his head. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking of such trivial things. No, he needed to make sure his hostage didn’t go anywhere. Not that she would.

There havoc sat, with his back against the wall. Next to him was Akeelah, and on the other side of her where the rest of the pack feasting on the bloodied corpses. A low chuckle crept from Havoc’s lips. The feline wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. The poor shifter's hands and feet where bound with rope. “So Akeelah are you enjoying your little vacation?” He teased as he eyed the smaller shifter with lustful orbs.

((meh rabble post, I hope this is good enough. I'll have Gilly find them in my next reply.))

[Akeelah]

The past 48 hours had been hell for the little shapeshifter named Akeelah. She had been hunted down, forced to flee from a wild fire only to be found and knocked out by the very person she was trying so desperately to escape. By the time she had regained consciousness the girl found herself bound and stuffed into a small crate that was later thrown into a plane to some foreign land that she never heard of. Being trapped in a dark and small box in some human contraption that could fly was the least pleasant thing that Akeelah had ever experience, even worse than having to get into a car. The cramped space was enough to make the bravest creature turn claustrophobic, but combined that with the loud and shaky aircraft that for all she knew could crash and kill her in any moment, made Akeelah have such a massive panic attack that she fainted part way through the grueling journey.

Though now she was on solid ground and out of the dark and cramped crate Akeelah felt far from safe and calm. It was hard to try and stay calm when the very reason she went through all of this hell was sitting right beside her. Akeelah was far from safe, and by the end of this plot she knew she was as good as dead. Two days, she only had two more days left to live. And she was going to spend those last two days in some run down building, bound, helpless, and surrounded by a pack of bloodthirsty hellhounds that would love nothing more than to rip her to pieces. The girl shuddered at the thought. Out of all the ways she thought she would go she had never expected this. Ideally she had wanted to die as an old woman, who didn’t? Even back as a thief living out in the streets the shifter figured if she was going to die it would be from starvation, or at worst a bullet to the head. But being eaten alive had never come into the equation. She didn’t have much choice though, the only chance she had of avoiding such a horrible fate had vanished the moment she had lost that fight back in the forest.

Akeelah tried not to dwell on her fate, but it was hard not to think about it with all the chaos that was going on around her. Even when she kept her gaze down on the ground instead of the pack devouring their latest victims, she couldn’t ignore the sounds of them ripping into the bodies and thinking that she would be next. And try as she might she couldn’t ignore the presence beside her either, just being around Havoc made Akeelah feel ill. Oh if only she could kill that bastard before she had to go. She would do it right now if she could. It was Havoc who had dragged her all the way out here in his stupid plot to get revenge on her ex-mate, a plan that she was sure was going to fail. Gil could be stupid sometimes but he wasn’t dumb enough to risk his life over nothing.

Havoc made a big mistake in trying to use her as a hostage against Guillotine. Now that Akeelah wasn’t sleeping with the male anymore he had no reason to stick his neck out for her. Gil probably was out in the city sleeping with more women than Akeelah could count. If he found the ransom note he would just throw it away and forget about it. It wouldn’t take Havoc long to realize that his plan wouldn’t work. He was just wasting his time and her life for nothing. “Fuck off.” The girl snarled in reply, not bothering to take her eyes off of the dirt ground. Let him waste his damn time she thought. If she couldn’t kill him she could at least find some satisfaction in seeing that smug bastard get pissed.

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Akhtar sat in the throne room hols an audience with his parents. It was a full court day. To say he was bored was an understatement. He could think of a million other things he could be doing besides sitting there listening to a bunch of old guys talk politics of the region. As a prince though he was expected to be there. How could he be in Zahirah and not attend an audience? It would be deemed disrespectful and not becoming of a royal. He looked on as many of his father's advisers stepped to the podium and expressed their concerns and opinions over the region. Akhtar always hated this. He was such a rebel in many ways.

The meeting went on for several hours before King Fuad raised his hand calling for a break. The large room gradually emptied out as the constituents went to enjoy the wonderful afternoon. Akhtar continued to sit as he watched everyone leave. He turned to his mother and father once the room was empty. The maids had come and placed a large cart full of food next to the royal family. Fuad raised his hand and waved it gently and the plates began to assemble themselves and once they were finished sat in front of the royals.

Akhtar looked at his father and mother. He knew they wanted to talk to him about something. He would constantly avoid them. He knew they thought it best for him to return to Zahirah and return to his duties as prince. They had allowed him to go and open up his shops but he had, had enough "fun." Akhtar spoke before either of his parents could, "I'm not coming back home until I am ready...I am not ready to come back. My shops are doing extremely well and I am really building a life over there. Of course Zahirah will always be my home and I will return soon enough but right now is not the time." Fuad eyed his wife before he responded, "You are a royal first...entrepreneur second...Remember your place...your DUTY to this kingdom. I will not be around forever. One day you will take the throne. You have had your fun. Enough is enough, you take in these people and they depend on you over there...Tell me something...what happened to this Guillotine?"

Akhtar looked at his parents who both stared at him for an answer. He looked back at them with complete silence. He said, "I know my role and I am well aware of my duties to this kingdom. I also know I have taken on responsibilities my alining myself with the other magical beings within New Orlands. As far as Guillotine is concerned...perhaps you should talk to him about that...I don't feel very comfortable discussing his personal life. Let me just say that this is a much needed vacation for him."

Fuad was about to speak when the doors opened up revealing a maid and a security adviser. The pair both bowed to the royal family and all three nodded in unison. The pair lifted their heads to look upon the royal family. Fuad spoke, "Hisham...Amira...what brings you to us?" The maid called Amira spoke first, "Your Royal Highness...I have a message for His Royal Highness Akhtar," she turned and looked to Akhtar saying, "The Honorable Guillotine would like me to inform you that he is going for a walk." Akhtar looked at the woman and simply said, "Okay..." He didn't know why she was telling this to him. It was perfectly normal for people to go on a walk and Akhtar wouldn't be done attending the audience for another few hours. The maid noticed this and said, "Your Highness...Might I add that when he was walking out of the palace he looked worried. He did not look well." Akhtar nodded his head and told her, "Thank you for that Amira. I will look into it." With that she bowed and left out.

Fuad looked to Hisham and said,"And you Hisham? What news do you bring?" The adviser bowed his head once more slightly and spoke, "Your highness...There seems to be a slight disturbance in the outskirts of the city. We are not quite sure of the location yet. However the sensers all have confirmed the presence of four other supernaturals who are not of this kingdom. Their print has never been sensed within the barrier before." Fuad sat up a bit more straight as he listened. Was there someone attempting to penetrate and destroy the kingdom? It was a supernatural being for sure because humans could not pass through the barrier without magic being used to allow them through. Akhtar had a feeling Gil was connected to this....As soon as he could he would slip away and find out what was going on...

[Ridley]

The trip over had been a long one. Not only was the pack nervous to get on a plan but Havoc was also a bit worried that Akeelah would not survive the trip at all. She had been placed in the cargo hold on the plan that wasn’t meant to hold live animals. Havoc wanted to make sure no nosy human wouldn’t go snooping in the box. So he covered Akeelah’s body with blue tarp and wrote her off as luggage . The poor female had a rather rough flight. There was quite a bit of turbulence on their way into Zahirah; though the pack barely felt it in first class. It was Havoc’s idea to fly in style, though it used up most of his money. He wished to treat his pack members to a taste of the finer life that they never really saw outside of TV. The pack seemed to enjoy it, so the male was pleased. While the pack was having the time of their lives Akeelah had already been to hell and back. If she died their very expensive trip would have been for nothing. Luckily, Akeelah had a strong will to live. She managed to make it through the trip without going belly up. However, she did get a bit banged up in the process. It was nothing to Havoc though; being mental scared didn’t cause any physically harm his prize.

Havoc licked his lips with satisfaction. Everything was going so smoothly. Not only did Akeelah survive the trip but they also managed to find a place to stay. After killing Gil, Havoc planed on sticking around for a bit. Perhaps because some trouble just outside of the city. He wanted to piss the prince off without stepping foot inside of his den. Ah wouldn’t that be fun? God knows he was called Havoc for a reason. What about Akeelah? Well, Havoc did promise Akeelah that he would keep her alive, he intended to do so but there was a catch. Havoc was planning on having Akeelah dropped off in the middle of the desert. Sure, she would possible die of dehydration or starvation but her death wouldn’t be inflicted by his hand. The environment would do the dirty deed for him. Yes, this plan was full proof!

Havoc shifted a bit as he sat on the dirt covered floor. It wasn’t as comfortable as the plush seats in first class but it would work. Havoc wasn’t expecting staying in this place for very long. There were plenty of other buildings to stay in but this one was the most convenient. Havoc looked over at Akeelah, the woman seemed to have regained some of her lost luster. Havoc could remember opening that damn box to find a very pale woman, soon after he began dragging her semi-limp body to their new location. Akeelah didn’t look as pale and sickly as she was before. This was good. Not only did she seem to be doing well, but her usual attitude seemed to be coming back. Havoc cracked a grin as Akeelah told him to fuck off. “Ah, it’s good to have ya’ back Akeelah.” The male cooed as he lifted his hand and gave the woman a light pat on the cheek. “I was afraid you didn’t enjoy our little trip...” Havoc’s grin soon grew into a devilish smile. He then retracted his hand and rubbed the ugly scar that had formed under his chin. The crafty feline may have gotten caught, but she did leave Havoc with a very nasty looking souvenir. “Don’t worry Akeelah, you stupid mate of yours will come soon.” Call it a male’s intuition if you will, but Havoc could feel it in his bones. The pack had finally finished up their meal and began lounging around like lazy dogs.

Hours ticked by and there was no sign of Guillotine. Havoc had begun rethinking his plan. Surly Gil would come. Havoc could remember how obsessed he was over Akeelah. Maybe his feelings for her where no longer there? The Alpha was beginning to get a little edgy, He needed some air. Havoc stood up and stretched before he began trotting over to the main door of the small building. He then stopped and turned to the pack. “Watch the cat; I’m going out for a -“The beast was cut off when Guillotine barged through the door. A brief moment of silence filled the room. It took Havoc a moment to register the angry face of his bitter rival. The two had a long stare down before Gil spoke. “Where is she!?” Guillotine barked before his single forest green eye’s locked onto the bloodied corpses. His heart dropped for a moment before he finally caught the sight of Akeelah. In all truth, she didn’t look any better than the dead bodies. The poor woman looked ill. No doubt Havoc had done something to her.

With his imagination running wild Guillotine’s jet black hair began to stand on end. The worst of the worst came to mind. Guillotine pushed past Havoc and rushed over to Akeelah. Havoc smirked he wasn’t going to stop Gil. His pack would do a better job of it. Before Gil could approach the tied feline the pack began to surround him. “Get out of my way!” The beast snarled before his body was engulfed in a tower of flames. Havoc just sat back and watched. Man, this was all too easy. He would careless if the pack tore into Gil at that very moment. He just wanted to deliver the finishing blow. Upon arriving Gil promised himself he wouldn’t turn into his beastly form. That would only trigger the rest of the hounds to attack him. But seeing the condition Akeelah was in sparked rage within the young hound. There was no going back. He was as good as dead.

Soon Guillotine and transformed into his hell hound form. His ears where pulled back against his skull and his tail stood erect. His large body stood ridged, and his muscles tightened. The beast began hyperventilate to the point where his mouth began to foam up with saliva. “I said move!” As soon as those words where utter the beast charged forward. He was Hell bent on getting his ex out of this building. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it very far. The pack was quick to take him down.

The sound of snarls and whimpers echoed off the barren walls of the large building. Everything seemed to be a blur of bloodied flesh and exposed fangs. Gil managed to take out of the attacking beasts with one swift bite to the throat. As soon as that one went down the other three where on him in a flash. One managed to dig its fangs into his chest while the other two went for the flank. Gil managed to spin around and grab one of them by the side of its face. Despite his efforts he was easily bested. The attacking hound’s fangs ripped through his scaly hide like a hot knife through butter. The beast’s seemed to have reverted to their feral state as blood lust began to take over. Havoc watched the scene from afar and chuckled. “Well, this was easier than I thought.” Havoc cooed as he continued to watch the fray. Could this day get any better?

[Akeelah]

Akeelah was still far from being okay. Besides the sheer mental terror she had, and still had to endure so far physically all the stress was starting to affect her. The female was quite pale and felt ill. Before Havoc's attack Akeelah felt ill at times. Those moments were brief though. Now she constantly felt like throwing up, but she didn't have anything in her stomach to throw up. The only thing that kept her from completely shutting down was her anger. If given the chance Akeelah would kill that bastard Havoc for all the crap he put her through. It was the only thing on her mind besides the fear of death. It was going to be impossible to do so in her state. Even if she could somehow get out of her bindings she was too weak to lift a paw against him and the other mutts.

Akeelah growled and swore at the hellhound when he spoke to her. At this point she didn't care too much about how badly the bastard was going to torture her after he had his way, she just couldn't stand him anymore. Her rage didn't faze Havoc of course. The hound just laughed it off. She recoiled from his touch and moved as far back from the hellhound as she possibly good (which was sadly not to far). Akeelah glared and snarled back at him. "Touch me again and I will bite your fingers off." she continued to growl at him till he mentioned Gil. The girl's gaze returned to the ground at the sound of her ex-mate's name and she fell silent once more.

Gil wasn't coming, she was sure of it. If Havoc had kidnapped her before she found out what he was doing behind her back, then she would be worried about the fool getting himself killed trying to save her. But that time was long gone. It had been awhile since the two had last saw each other and he had probably found plenty of other women to sleep with during that time. It was hard to see why he would bother to go and stick his neck out for someone that had no interest in being with him ever again. Hell, if he could cheat on her back then it was painfully obvious that he didn't care for her even back then.

Even if she was wrong the last thing that she wanted was for Gil to come and save her. The idea of anyone dying for her made her feel ill. It was her inability to protect herself that wound her up here, so why should anyone die on her behalf? If Gil were to show up now he was guaranteed to be viciously torn apart. There were too many hellhounds here for him to fight on his own. Even if he could fight his way through the pack, Havoc would surely finish him off. That was what Havoc was counting on. The very least Gil could do was deny him this. Even if that meant that she would have to pay for it in the end.

Time seemed to pass slowly as the silence grew. Thoughts of anger and fear consuming the shapeshifters mind as it drifted on. How much longer was Havoc going to wait till he gave up? How was will her life end? Those thoughts kept coming back in her mind constantly, so much that she gave up trying to push them away. It was only till that familiar voice echoed into the old building that she broke free of her thoughts. At first she didn't believe what her eyes were seeing. That her mind had finally snapped under the pressure and now she was seeing things. But Gil's presence felt too real to be anything but a dream.

Why...why was he here? Did he have a death wish?

"Go away..." the words were out of her mouth before she could consider their meaning. The only thing that she knew was that she had to get him to run away while he had the chance. "Go away!" she said louder, but Gil didn't listen to her. Instead of backing off he came closer. He barely took two steps towards her when the pack descended upon him. There was nothing that she could do to stop it, she could only watch in horror as the pack tore into him.

((Sorry if the whole post sucks, my brian hates me x.x))

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Akhtar was sitting in the throne room with his parents and was becoming more anxious by the moment. He wanted to know what was going on with Gil. He knew something was off but he couldn't put his finger on what exactly it was. His instincts were telling him to go after Gil that he needed him. The hellhound was in a foreign land and although for the most part everyone was on the side of good there could be no "good" if "evil" were not present. Zahirah was one of the more peaceful kingdoms in the wizarding/witching world as well as the largest kingdom. It held the title of remaining an intact kingdom and with the same ruling family with very few wars in its history. All of the citizens could be proud of that.

Akhtar stood from his chair and said, "Mother...Father...May I please be excused from the rest of today's session? I don't want Gil wandering around for too long. We all know how people tend to get lost here in the city." Adding in a chuckle for good measure he smiled brightly at his parents. He didn't want them to think that Gil may be part of the disturbance and the unexplained visitors. He didn't want any of the Royal Guardsman to go in search of the disturbance so he wanted to try and end whatever it was as soon as possible. King Fuad looked at Akhtar with pensive eyes. The golden amber eyes of the king seemed to search Akhtar's very soul. To anyone else it would be unnerving but for Akhtar he stood there and looked back. His hazel gray eyes met his father's and it was almost as if they were in a silent battle. The patriarch of the Zuelma dynasty nodded his head curtly granting his soon permission to leave the rest of the hearings for the afternoon.

Akhtar smiled with joy and wasted no time leaving the room. He was happy to be FREE. Sitting in audience had to be some form of punishment thought up of by the universe. This was punishment for him being a royal. It had to be. The doors of the palace leading to the north entrance of the gardens parted granting Akhtar entry. He looked up to the clear afternoon sky. The warm sun beat down on his skin. He stretched his limbs for a few moments and just took in the suns rays.

Stretching his arms out once more a small ripple could be seen rise off of his skin. It was if someone had lit a match on a gas pilot. Blue flames streaked up his arms. In mere moments entire body was engulfed in blue flames. Suddenly the flames were gone and reemerged within a matter of seconds and Akhtar was completely consumed in blue fire that took the shape of a phoenix. The phoenix let out a cry that could be heard in the form of a melodic song. The wizard prince slowly rose into the sky and took off in search for Gil. It seemed as if a large portion of the afternoon sky was taken up in Akhtar's phoenix wingspan. It was no secret that he had the strongest phoenix form of his parents children. That is why his flames were blue. Blue was the hottest part of the flame.

Scanning the area as he continued to fly Akhtar stretched out with his mind scrying for Gil. He had locked in on him and he could tell the male really needed him. He pushed forward traveling quickly through the sky he appeared at the abandoned farm house in the rural area outside of the metropolitan area near the palace. He sensed an unwanted guest within the building. Havoc was there. His blood boiled solely off of the man's presence. The Egyptian landed in front of the doors and heard the sounds of an attack going on. Stretching out he blew the doors opened causing his blue flames to engulf the building before retreating and returning to him causing him to be left standing in the doorway.

He looked around and his eyes were filled with flames. He couldn't believe what was taking place. These beasts were attempting to rip Gil apart. Akhtar sent out flames aimed directly at them that would send them flying if they connected. While he wanted them off of them his sight was set on Havoc...

[Ridley]

Snarls and angry howls filled the hot dry air. The scrambling bodies of dueling hellhound kicked up dust and grime from the cool hard dirt floor. Havoc looked on, watching his ex-alpha being ravaged by a pack of hellish canines. Oh how satisfying it was to see Gil get over thrown yet again. He figured the first beating wasn’t good enough; only because he allowed the male to live. This time he would be sure to finish the job. Guillotine wouldn’t be walking away from this fight. That, Havoc would make sure of. Guillotine had been a piss pour Alpha from the start. The selfish beast wasn’t fit to rule his pack (not that Havoc was any better). The only reason why he was put in charge was because of their demonic master. Why his master had chosen such an idiot to rule then was beyond him. In Havoc’s eyes Gil deserved the beating. Guillotine had turned against his pack and sided with the humans. This was unforgivable.

The male would join the fray as soon as the pack wore Gil out. He would be a fool to jump in while the beast was still fired up. Havoc could recall the last time he tried to over throw the male on his own. He was snatched up and shaken like a ragdoll. Never again would he have to experience such embarrassment in front of his pack. This time Gil would be the one begging for mercy. Havoc had to admit his ex-alpha was quite stubborn. He wouldn’t be killed so easily. However, he was nothing more than a lowly runt without a pack to back him up. A light chuckle streamed from Havoc’s lips. The poor bastard didn’t stand a chance.

Despite being ganged up on the hellhound attempted to hold his own. Guillotine’s scaly pelt was being ripped from his hellish form. Dark grey scales littered the floor at his feet as he continued to thrash around in hope of catching the other hound with his fangs. This of course was easier said than done; these beasts where high off bloodlust. They shifted and circled him like a coordinated pack; striking him at his weakest points. When one went in for the attack another followed, making it difficult to snatch up one when around was right behind. After sevral tries his fangs finally managed to connect to another beast’s face. He dug his razor sharp teeth into the hound’s muzzle, holding it while he began to apply a little pressure. If he could break the hound’s muzzle then that would restrict his breathing. While he was distracted another hound took its chance and grabbed Guillotine’s spiny tail. Its fangs slid through his flesh with ease. Guillotine’s tail was weak in terms of defense. The scales that littered his tail where relatively small, much like the scales on his underbelly. The strong jaws of the attacking beast managed to cut through tendon; making this horrible experience all the more painful. Guillotine tried his best not to cry out in pain. That would only fuel the attack.

There were too many hounds for him to handle. Beating all of these angry beasts would be impossible to do alone. Gil needed help, and fast. He could feel his body was growing tired as the adrenaline rush began to retreat. He couldn’t last for too much longer. Guillotine’s body began to tremble as he held the snarling beast within his jaws. These hounds couldn’t be reasoned with. They weren’t his original pack. And even then there was a very slim chance that they would listen. When stricken with bloodlust it was hard to concentrate on anything other than tearing your opponent apart. To make matters worse, these new brutes were armed to the teeth, thanks to Havoc’s malicious commands. Gil would be lucky to survive this onslaught.

Guillotine was stupid enough to Akeelah. Maybe if he had listened to her he wouldn’t be getting a beating of a lifetime. However he didn’t want to leave his Ex to whatever fate Havoc had planned for her.

While trying to fend off the pack Gil didn’t see Havoc coming. The male had transformed and tackled Gil to the ground for the force of a wrecking ball. The impact nearly knocked the wind out of Gil as he slammed into the dirt covered floor. A loud whimper surged from his maw. When Gil opened his eyes he saw Havoc standing over him like an obelisk. Guillotine glared up at the hound, and bared his fangs. A hint of fear could be seen in those beady blood red eyes of his. The opposing hound’s maw was creased up into a sharp toothed smile as he glanced down at the angry, yet fearful Gil. “I guess this is it Guillotine.” His demonic voice bellowed from his throat. “This is the end of the road for you. What a shame. There was nothing in the world that you and I couldn’t do together Gil. But you just hade to side with the humans! “Havoc’s voice sounded a bit upset. The large beast then sighed. “It was a fun run, but you have to pay for your insolence.”

Memories flooded into Guillotine’s head. He could remember the first time he came to this god forsaken planet. The only ones he had to count on were his pack, and Havoc. The two beasts where once close, almost like brothers. Perhaps they were close even before coming to earth. They ate, slept and even bathed together. When times got tough they would watch each other's back. The pack itself was family, the only real family Gil would ever have. And yet, they turned against him. It was truly a pity that they would have to kill each other. Apart of Havoc didn’t want to do this. He wanted things to go back to the way they used to be. Back before Gil even decided to mingle with the humans. This would never happen, Gil was stubborn and wouldn’t let go of his human friends so easily. His selfish nature would prove to be his downfall. Guillotine remained silent throughout all this. He pushed his large front paws against Havoc’s chest in a failed attempt to knock him off.

“I’m sure our master will beat some sense into you in the afterlife, and maybe his merciful greatness will bring you back to us as a new hound. “ Havoc snarled he wasn’t too sure if Gil would come back or not. But he was content to live without him. Especially if he wasn’t going to act the way Havoc wanted. With a breathless sigh Havoc glared down at Guillotine.

“Goodbye brother.”

Havoc didn’t waste any time. He leaned down and dug his fangs into Guillotine’s throat. Those teeth sliced through his soft neck like a hot knife through butter. Guillotine could feel his throat close as Havoc applied a bit of pressure. Instinctively the beast began to fight back. Kicking and flailing in an attempt to loosen Havoc’s hold. Gil had a deeply rooted fear of dying. A mixture of fear and anger filled his beady eyes as Havoc lifted his body from the ground. Guillotine cried out in pain but was quickly silenced when Havoc jerked him around. Guillotine’s body grew tired. Fighting would be useless now that Havoc had him by the throat. He could feel his lunge and throat ache with pain. Gil could feel himself slowly slipping away. Was this it? Was this really the end?

Just when all seemed lost, Akhtar appeared. He was the shinning ray of hope within the dark confines of Guillotine's mind. The beast could barely make out the man's figure as he pushed open the doors. There was something dangerously different about the wizard. He was fuming! When the man entered the room he seemed to cast some sort of spell, sending all the hellish beasts flying back into the wall. One hellhound managed to crash through the panels in the small building, while the others flipped and flailed around the floor. Stunned, Havoc dropped Guillotine as the two were knocked back.

This came as a bit of a surprise, but Havoc would never let that side of him surface. This was a very interesting development but Instead of freaking out he kept his cool, calm nature intact. The last thing he wanted to do was show fear in front of his own pack. If that happened there would be a good chance they would turn on him admits their frenzy. The large beast forced himself to stand. He then eyed the angry wizard curiously. “Look who decided to join the party. “ He cooed his voice laced with a hint of annoyance. He then shook the dirt from his fluffy coat. Havoc remembered Ahktar from a while back. The human had been a pain in the ass to deal with. For now Gil would be ignored. Akhtar was the beast’s new target.


With his tail tucked between his legs Guillotine began to scramble away. He coughed and wheezed as fresh air surged into his lings. The quick breath he took nearly made him dizzy. His large beastly frame was littered with bloodied wounds. A trail of blood poured from his wet nose. As much as Gil wished to leave, he wouldn’t. Not with Akeelah and Akhtar still there. The beast set his sights on the young shifter, who was still tied up. With a pain filled groan he forced himself to stand before he limped over to her. Tiny streams of blood began to drip from his large frame. It wasn’t until he approached her that he realized just how sickly she looked. For a brief moment he stood there looking at her. Oh how he missed his dear sweet Akeelah. If only they had met under other circumstances. Gil shook his head before leaning forward and began biting at the bounds that were used to tie Akeelah. It took only second for Gil to undo her binds. He then pressed his bloodied wet nose Akeelah’s stomach. “W-we need to get out of here...” He explained weakly as he attempted to use his large head to help her up. Guillotine was confident Akhtar could hold his own against these hellish beasts. The man was a prince after all; The alpha of alphas.

Meanwhile, the pack was still stirred up by the little entrance Akhtar made. All three of the remaining dogs gathered together behind Havoc; almost as if they were cowering in fear. They could since Akhtar’s power. It would be foolish to fight him, however if Havoc ordered them to attack, they wouldn’t have a choice. Angry, Havoc wouldn’t allow his pack to be degraded. He would make this human pay! The large hound’s head snapped around to face his fearful pack. “What are you bastards standing around for!? Get him!!” Havoc barked. His crimson orbs then glanced back at Akhtar. Without hesitating the pack obeyed. They bared their fangs and charged forward blindly. The three fearful beasts began to close in on the Wizard.

(( sorry for the wait. I hope this post isn't too confusing :/ ))

[Akeelah]

Akeelah had never felt so helpless in her whole life. She had failed to protect herself from getting caught in the clutches of her enemy, she was too weak to fight him before he threw her in a crate and on that damn plane, and was too tied up to break free of her restraints. And because of that now Gil was going to die. Though she was certain that their relationship was as good as dead, that didn’t mean that her feelings for Guillotine had died. She had spent more time trying to keep him out of her thoughts after they broke up than she did trying to sort out how she felt about him before. At the time she was too afraid to think about her feelings about him. Akeelah couldn’t admit that she still loved Gil after what he had done, to do so would make her weak. If she admitted to herself that she still loved him then she was sure that she would take him back. She had already done that before when she had tried to break up with him in the past. Though she had tried to do it so she would stop causing him trouble more than him doing her wrong she had been too weak to stick with her decision.

And now she wished that she hadn’t. Akeelah had made up her mind, she was done with Gil. She had resolved to kill whatever feelings for the male that she had left. But the second that she saw his face she realized just how much she cared for him. She didn’t want to see him die no matter how much of an asshole he had been. She didn’t want him to die! But he was going to at this rate. It was obvious before the fight even started that Guillotine had little hope of getting out of this alive. Havoc was a fairly good fighter on his own, Gil might have had a bit more leverage by sheer strength but Havoc was clever enough to hold his own on a fight against him, but when he had his powerful lackeys to do the fighting for him, he would be even worse. Gil only stood a chance against Havoc in a fair fight, and Havoc didn’t fight fair. He didn’t fight fair in his fight with her so he sure as hell wasn’t going to do anything of the sort with his former leader.

Akeelah fought weakly against her restraints with little results. Gil was going to lose this fight and there was nothing that she could do about it, even if she had the strength to join this fight (which she doubted greatly), she wouldn’t be able to jump in if she was bound. She could try to shapeshift (that was the only thing that she could do) but changing her form wasn’t going to make her bindings disappear. All she would be was a tied up leopard rather than a tied up girl. Either ways she would be fucking useless. All she could do was watch in horror as the others fought, and cry when Havoc went for Guillotine’s throat. Fuck! Why was she so fucking useless!? It wasn’t fair! Akeelah had already lost the few people in her life that she cared about the most, and now one of the few she still cared for was going to die and she couldn’t stop it.

Just when she thought that it was all over something odd happened. Another presence entered the building and threw the savage pack off of Gil. Akeelah looked at the man in surprise. Akeelah had never spent much time with the human but she rarely forgot the faces of those she met. She recognized Akhtar immediately. What was Gil’s old boss doing here? His presence was surprising but at least it was welcome. His surprise appearance at least bought Guillotine time to get away. Only the beaten hound didn’t take this time to make an exit. Instead he dragged his bloody body over to her. Akeelah didn’t know how she didn’t see the male coming towards her till he was right in her face. One moment she was watching Akhtar and then the next she found herself staring back at Guillotine. Before she could really comprehend what was going on Gil set her free and tried to get her to move. But she didn’t move. Akeelah just sat there for a moment, looking past Gil to Havoc. All the anger and frustration for the past few days hit her like a ton of bricks. That bastard had caused her, and the person she cared for so much trouble and she was suppose to walk away from that? A growl escaped her lips. The animal in her wanted him dead. Every fiber of her being wanted this bastard dead!

Her growl turned into a roar as she transformed and ran past Guillotine to leap at Havoc, becoming nothing more than wild fury hell bent on kill that stupid demonic mutt that cause her so much pain. Razor sharp claws and fangs tried to burrow their way into the bastard’s body, no real concern for where they were aiming, or worry about the others that would come to his aid. Akeelah only had no thought in mind, to kill, and this time she was going to succeed!

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Akhtar the ever calm one was the one person you NEVER wanted to piss off. However, Havoc and his goons managed to do this. Zahirah was a kingdom that didn't look for war. For the most part it was filled with the most pure witches and wizards. Of course it wouldn't be of this earth if it didn't have those that practiced black magic. While the Zuelma family didn't punish them they did keep an eye on them. If any type of up-rise was suspected it was quickly put out. It was of course a movement that was not in favor of the royal family but they were hated by all within the kingdom except for their supporters. Even they weren't a threat. The biggest threat stood in the very room Akhtar was in.

Moving his feet in the sand and dust covered floor Akhtar stomped his foot hard on the ground twice after finishing his design and the very ground beneath them all seemed to let out a low grown as if a monster were trying to come from beneath it. The floor shook but nothing happened...Or it seemed nothing happened. The floor had become a sand timer in essence, if anyone wanting to do harm against Akhtar or Gil and Akeelah they would be swallowed instantly. This more so went towards Havoc's goons. He wanted Havoc alive. He wanted him to feel the pain that he inflicted on everyone else.

Stepping back a few feet Akhtar raised his hands in the air as if he were conducting an invisible orchestra and blue flames shot out of the very floor filling the room with their intense heat. This only made the already hot room hotter. Even Akhtar felt the intense burning of the flames. Akhtar looked around as the flames dissipated. Standing in place of them were about 50 maji. They stood cloaked in black headscarves and black clothing. Their spears all stood touching one another making "X's" that blocked anyone from passing. Akhtar looked through them. They stood ready for battle. Unfortunately Akeelah had charged Havoc as this was going on. They were ready to defend her as well.

[Ridley]

A sense of relief washed over Guillotine’s large frame. There before him sat his dear mate. The woman he hadn’t seen in so long. Oh, how he’d yearned to see her again, but not like this. Gil looked on, his single blood red eye looked his dear mate over. She didn’t look too well, but at least she was alive. That was all Gil could really ask for. He couldn’t have been more thankful. Havoc could have easily killed her if given the chance. Granted, Akeelah could easily take care of herself. However, she couldn’t far too well among a pack of hellish beasts. Guillotine’s anxiety began to diminish now that he had Akeelah in his sights. The hound was just happy to see that the woman was alive and breathing. At this moment in time, Guillotine didn’t seem to care about Havoc. His ex-beta was the last thing on his mind. The large tired beast just wanted to get his friends and leave. Fighting would only result in their deaths. Perhaps he could settle this dispute alone, and on his own terms. Guillotine didn’t want Akeelah and Akhtar to get hurt. This was his fight, not theirs. Though, in a strange twist of fate, they were the reason why all of this was happening. Guillotine’s pack wouldn’t have turned on him if it wasn’t for him making friends outside of their own race. Havoc couldn’t have used that as an excuse to over throw him. Deep down, Gil didn’t really care. He found a new pack in beings that he never thought he’d ever befriend. Suppose that was better than running with a pack of traitors.

Guillotine slowly staggered to his paws when he heard Akeelah growl. His pointed ears pulled back against his skull and he let lose a displeased whimper. He didn’t understand why she was growling. If anything he figured she would want to leave. Gil pushed his muzzle into her stomach, trying his best to get her to move. What was wrong with her? Akeelah wasn’t budging an inch. Didn’t she want to leave? Soon Guillotine got his answer. Before Gil could speak Akeelah transformed. He then watched as she let lose a mighty roar before rushing past him. Fear quickly shook Gil’s large frame. What was she doing!? Despite her injuries she was throwing herself into the fight. Gil couldn't let her do this. “No! AKEELAH!!” Guillotine barked as he spun around and attempted to chase after the angry feline. She was rushing towards Havoc. There wasn’t a doubt in Gil’s mind; she was going to attempt to kill him. Could Gil really blame her? Akeelah had been thought hell over the past few days; the woman was out for blood. Still, Gil didn’t want her to get hurt, but with the injuries he had now there was little to nothing he could do about it. The hound tried to run after her. His adrenaline was wearing thin, and he began to feel the painful throbbing of his wounds. With a pain filled growl the beast stumbled and fell. There was nothing he could do but watch in horror as his mate rushed towards Havoc, hell bent on killing him.

Havoc glanced over to see the Wizard preforming some sort of magic. Did the man truly think he could defeat a pack of hell hound with just a few parlor tricks? A large sharp toothed smile creased Havoc’s muzzle. Everything was falling into place. Soon, he would rid the world of these simple beings. Before the male could make his move he felt the earth below his paws tremble. A confused look quickly took over the large beast. His smile suddenly shifted into a toothy frown, and his tail slowly tucked itself between his legs. The male couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. His pack, which had gone to kill Akhtar, began to get swallowed up by the ground. The frightening yelps and whimpers of his pack streamed into the air until their large bodies sunk beneath the sand. Fear quickly over took Havoc’s eyes. The confidence they had once held was gone now. His entire back had been consumed in a matter of seconds, and now their silent bodies lay buried alive beneath the sand. Perhaps he was wrong to have come here. Everything seemed to be falling apart in front of him! His plan was ruined! “Y-you bastard!!” Havoc yelled as he bared his fangs. This didn’t look good. After the man summoned his army of Maji the hellhound knew he was finished. There was nothing more he could do. If he wanted to live to see another day he had to make a break for it.

The beast was so preoccupied with his own well being that he didn’t see the leopard coming. When Akeelah dug her fang into the side of his neck the large beast released a loud roar. A familiar pain shot through his neck. Havoc reared up, he tossed his head back as Akeelah managed to catch him off guard. “Damn you!” The beast yelled. So this female thought she could take him? The bitch had another thing coming. Before Havoc could do anything the male lost his balance. His large body fell backwards breaking through the weak board of the barn. They seemed to give in under his tremendous weight. When he fell outside his large body rolled and tumbled down the large sand dune. The two bodies tumbled and rolled down the large hill of sand. When the two reached the bottom Havoc landed on his back. The large beast lay there among the sand for a moment, he then slowly rose. His eyes and nose where irritated by the sand. Havoc shook his large frame in an attempt to rid himself of the sand.

Back inside the barn, Guillotine was struggling just to get to his paws The beast had never felt so helpless in his entire life. Akeelah was out there fighting, and he couldn't even managed to get up. He needed to go after them, but alas he couldn't. A long pink tongue slipped out of his mouth as he began to pant. His body was spent. Guillotine's single blood red eye looked to Akhtar. He couldn't finish the job, perhaps he master could?

((Sorry if this post is all over the place. I hope it makes sense DX. You can decide if Akeelah is still clinging onto Havoc after their little spill.))

[Akeelah]

Things were starting to heat up in the barn since Akhtar had arrived. While Akeelah had been incapacitated and Guillotine beaten to a pulp, the wizard went to work. Akhtar’s magic alone could probably take down all the other hellhounds in the room within moments. That should have been enough reason to let the human male deal with the others while she and Gil ran for it. But Akeelah wasn’t thinking about that now. In fact, she wasn’t thinking about anything but ripping Havoc’s throat open and staining the floor in his blood. At some point in all this madness the shapeshifter’s mind had snapped. Primal rage had taken over the fear and helplessness, and clouded her focus. Akeelah didn’t feel the ground shake beneath her paws as she charged towards Havoc, she didn’t feel the intense heat brought on by the flames, she didn’t see the strange soliders that appeared out of the ground, see the other hellhounds get swallowed up in the sand, or even hear Gil cry out for her. The only thing she could see was Havoc and how not dead he was.

Nothing could stop the beast in her now from tearing Havoc apart. Even Havoc didn’t seem to notice the rabid animal heading towards him till its razor sharp fangs pierced the side of his neck. The hell beast cried out but his curses couldn’t save him. Crashing into the wall and sending both him and his assailant rolling down the side of a sand dune however could. Akeelah wasn’t prepared for the descent in her crazed state, so when Havoc fell she fell with him. Losing her grip on her enemy Akeelah fell a little ways off from Havoc’s body. The leopard stood up on shaky legs and growled. She tasted blood in her mouth and craved more. Wild eyes found Havoc once more and she leapt for him again. This time she wasn’t going to let him go so easily.