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The Beastridden

-The Council of Fangs-

Senryul sat upright on the stone floor of his temporary dwelling. His woman sat near, against his side as she shared her presance with her mate who was inwardly distraught.

"The Council of Fangs will meet soon." she remembered.

Senryul breathed deeply, the end of his sword's scabbard scraping lightly against the bare stone under and he shifted in place.

"Shiriya.. If I am to be a god, you will be my goddess. Of course...after I share myself with you once more..." he said, eyeing her feline form with amusement and desire.

"I have no fear love." she said to him, purring deeply against his side and his slender tail slowly sweeped behind them, occasionally touching her own.

"When will they appear before you?" she asked him, and he straightened up before releasing his words with a breath.

"They have always appeared just before dusk." he said, and his ears twitched.

"What will you have us do?" Shiriya asked attentively.

"Leave. They are all monsters." Senryul replied with distaste.

"As I am a respected prospect, I will be allowed a measure of safety... before they decide my fate." he continued, closing his eyes. Shiriya tugged her mate's arm, the idea bringing billowing darkness to her thoughts.

"But I have grown more powerful myself, in the years they've been absent of this world. I will not be so easily tossed aside." he said, ending with his nose pressed softly against his mate's head.

"This year...will they choose you?" she asked. Senryul looked away.

"I can never be sure." he said.

Senryul closed his eyes...and opened them, instantly on his guard as he saw he was in another place. The horizon was bleak and there was little natural light, as if the area was just at twilight. The area was empty, with plain, dusty, dry earth underfoot. He leapt to his feet, grabbing the hilt of his sword and drawing it in a flash as he was approached from all sides by the most powerful beings on the planet: a cerberoid avian, a large white wolf with spines that framed his jawline, an even larger wolf that shook the ground with each step, and a landshark that erupted from the ground in a savage display.

"Oh..." Senryul said with a sigh; for a brief moment his heartbeat tripled in speed.

The avian cawed from all three heads, and Senryul pulled the sheath of his sword free with his left hand and sheathed his sword in front of his face. He crossed his arms, his sword held at his left side as he stood tall, almost defiantly.

~SeNryYUl, yOU SEem TEEEEEENNNssssse...~ the fearsome winged creature cawed. Senryul flattened his ears back strongly as the shrieking words wrought chaos within his heart. It was a fleeting moment however; Senryul fought back with moderate trouble. The largest beast took a clumsy seat to Senryul's right and revealed another set of massive arms.

~MAAAAAAAAAYbeeee he is... MWAAAAAAAARRRR....~ the monstrous wolf roared as his tongue slithered between his jagged fangs. Senryul blinked. The large white wolf approached him from behind, and held him against his broad chest.

"You should REALLY consider giving me some hybrid loving.." he whispered, and Senryul's face stiffened. He shifted his armament vertically and drew it sharply to his side while crouching. The tip of the sword's scabbard made the faintest of contact with the ground, and Senryul drew it in an arc so sharp it left a gleaming streak that was sure to sever enything that fell upon it. The hybrid ended his attack in a crouch, sure that he made contact with his brazen assailant.

"My "hybrid loving" is reserved for only one, and SHE surpasses you with her demurity alone." Senryul said darkly. The large white wolf staggered back from the attack, his chest hair stained red from blood. But the wolf didn't seem to notice his wound. His fangs however, were revealed in a grin that could put out a fire with its emenating cold.

"Aww, you don't think I could please you?" the wolf asked, and Senryul's blade sang sharply as it returned to its sheath.

"Maybe you could. But I love my woman. And my love for her is not based on how well she can please me carnally."

The wolf nodded and his grin deepened as the wound on his chest closed with hisses of red mist. Senryul snapped his jaws shut, and the even larger wolf revealed another set of arms, and feverishly began to fondle himself. Senryul caught a glance, and shuddered in disgust.

"You all brought me here t-" Senryul staggered back a step in shock as a copious amount of Beastridden semen ran from his face. He calmly belted his sword, and began to wipe his face and muzzle. The huge wolf roared in pleasure and childish abandon, and Senryul snarled to himself as he continued.

"You all brought me here to assess me of my prowess. I stand before you all, ready to take on any who perceive any weaknesses in my power and skills. Who accepts this challenge among you?" Senryul asked, brazen in the success of his strike against the white wolf.

The landshark, silently took a step forward. The white wolf snickered.

"You sure do have power." the landshark said, plainly. Senryul turned his attention to him, and was immediately surprised to learn that the landshark walked on four legs.

"Walk with me." he said, as he began to leave the other three behind, his thick tail carving a trail behind him. Senryul took a hesitant first step, then followed.

"You are feral?" the hybrid asked. The landshark stopped and stood on his hind legs, going the extra mile to collect a handful of dust from the ground.

"I can't dig well with my hind legs." the landshark replied. He clenched his clawed hand and scattered the dust with a forceful breath. Senryul looked on with no objection.

"What do you want? You are not like the other thr- Two." the landshark cut in.

"The white one can speak without bursting eardrums. I consider him my equal, in cognitive processes." he said, grinning to reveal a cage of fangs. The two of them walked on, and when they gained enough distance, the huge wolf grabbed the white wolf with all four arms, and licked his lips.

*****

"I want you to join us. But we made a pact a while back to only keep the strongest four we could find."

"Why only four?"

"Because it makes it easier to take the strongest down."

"Are you the most powerful?"

"Yes I am. The other three don't even know what the corpse of Garro looked like."

"Our father left a corpse?"

"Don't take godhood so seriously."

"So.. I surmise you were struck first."

"Yep. First, and eighty-four times." the landshark said, and Senryul looked sick upon hearing of his adopted patron's torment.

"It helped me to learn many tongues. Carnally and intellectually. I also gained a boon of longevity." he said.

"You say you wish for me to join the Council.." Senryul said, and looked back at the others.

"Which one should I..?"

"The wolves have made their choice. But the avian...might not give up his position so easily."

"Am I wrong to assume you prefer males?"

"Like the big one, my hunger is too deep to be choosey. The white one is a tail-raiser though, through and through. The big one and I have even given a measure of power to him, as demanding as he was."

"And what of the bird?"

"The last of his kind. Maybe the only, but it measures the same."

"I see."

"Ask him the rest yourself, here he comes!" the landshark said. In an eruptive flash, he burrowed into the earth, and Senryul covered his ears as an even louder wail of chaos fought his sanity. The cerberoid avian cawed from all three heads as he dove from up high; Senryul forced his ears back and drew his sword. He struggled to locate his foe, but a storm of black feathers engulfed him, and delivered several savage bursts of energy. Senryul fell to his knees and roared in absolute pain. The avian landed before the black mass of shed feathers and cawed again, blasting the mass away. Through the feathers the avian could see Senryul, struggling with his pain...until he feded away. One head scanned all of the left, the main head watched in front and above, and the head on the right watched its direction. Neither head saw nothing, and even turned to make sure that their flank was protected.

~FiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGht mEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!~ he bellowed, and the head on the right caught sight of a single sparkle off in the distance. He fell silent as the sparkle flashed, and shortly after a roaring streak of red light raced for, crashed into, and cut the avian almost in two. Just before his heavily sundered right shoulder hit the ground, Senryul appeard a short distance away, drawing his sword in a focused rush. The avian cawed from the heads it had left and flapped one wing in his direction, blasting black feathers and chaos his foe's way. Senryul charged on, heedless as he cut and deflected the attack to divert it from his path before he vanished once again.

~WHHHHHHHAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaTTTT?!~ he cried, surprised utterly by the apparent diversion as his vision shifted, now from the ground as he could see his own damaged body and other severed heads, Senryul, and his sword, held at the end of its hilt left-handed.

"No creature in this world can regrow its head, Beastridden or not."

*** ***

The landshark emerged from the earth, slow and easy so as to keep himself moderately defended from the battle. But the tremors of battle ceased shortly before. He looked around shortly and spotted the new prospect, standing over the corpse of the dead avian.

"You did it... You got him..." he began, truly astounded. Senryul's power had indeed increased since the last time they had met with him.

"You doubted my skills, and "Sunderer"?" he asked, sheathing his sword after spinning it clean between his trained fingers. The landshark shook his head, wary of the new threat before him. Senryul crackled with faint traces of the avian's energy, and his eyes silently roared.

"You and...Sunderer..are truly a menace to what stands before you...both. So here it is.. You are now a monster that will shake the world. I recognize you now, as a member of the Council of Fangs, a Beastridden warrior of the greatest danger. Maybe even my equal..."

"Your equal.. If you are asking for a challenge..-"

"No, not at all." the landshark said with a shake of his head.

"But I...COULD give you a...boost, if you get my drift... but we'd die before I finished, and it would be a waste. That's it." the landshark said as his flaccid member slowly made heavier contact with the ground beneath him.

"Sunderer never fails." Senryul said coldly.

"Maybe not, but the sword alone can't be crowned the victor." the landshard said with a glimmer of interest.

"What does the council do?" Senryul asked, breathing his pain away as his power soothed the damage to his body.

"WE are predators. And we have choice of our prey and mates. Through the years I have watched the weakness of our brothers, and I formed the Council to ensure the strongest survive. And on top of that, I have sired thousands of Beastridden spawn! My blood flows through the strongest of the world's monsters!" the landshark said with pride, his power slowly cracking the earth under him.

"What an honor..." Senryul groaned as he began to walk away, his body still bearing faint traces of his foe's attack.

"So Senryul, what will you do now?"

"I will create my empire with redoubled efforts." Senryul said with fire in his eyes.

"I have someone I will make an example of." the hybrid said with hate.

"Good, good. Make use of your power. Let it replace all it lays claim to. You won't regret it." the landshark said with a feral smile.

***** ***** *****

Senryul opened his eyes, next to his woman's side. She clutched his arm dearly and he looked around, recognizing his surroundings.

"I see. I see it. I see it!" he said, standing swiftly. Shiriya watched him wonder.

"What do you see, my king?"

"I am your god... And you will be my goddess. What I see is my future. Glittering with fortune...and stained with the blood of thousands." he said darkly. Shiriya was stunned, and enamored with her mate's ambition.

"And I have the first sacrifice in the palm of my hand love." he said, drawing "Sunderer" slowly.

"You are Beastridden. I will pierce your heart, but it will not be broken. Your power will revive you, and you may stand at my side as my Goddess incarnate."

Shiriya closed her eyes, trusting her mate will purity in her resolve, fearlessly ready to accept her divinity with her breasts exposed. Senryul held his sword in a tight grip, and with a furious gaze he thrust its fang-tip forward.