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The Beastridden Part 2 Knuckle collapsed against a lavish and comfortable bed, sighing as he looked around the equally lavish room. There were tall drapes and various fine paintings on the walls, with well-maintained hardwood floors. Jonas collapsed beside him after removing his robe, revealing a black vest and denim slacks. Knuckle looked him over while he stretched, and laughed aloud. "Now ya look like a banker!" he said, and Jonas closed his eyes in frustration. But they both could agree, a bed of ANY kind was combarably better that the hard ground and dust within the waste. Jonas's eyes fluttered in relaxation, but he sat up before he could be claimed by the clutches of his comfort. "The coronation is tonight, I have to go and meet with the other priests to prepare." he said as he stood from the bed. Knuckle sat up and prepared to follow, but Jonas stopped him. "Thank you for saving me... I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. This isn't the last we'll see of each other, so why not rest a bit?" he asked, and Knuckle shrugged with a nod. Actual relaxation is what he wanted, and doing good deeds always brought about satisfactory results. Jonas closed the door behind him, and Knuckle closed his eyes in familiar, lonely peace. ***** ***** ***** Jonas sat in one of many church pews, and clasped his brooch tightly as he began to recite purifying litanies, and as time passed he was joined by more and more priests and priestesses. Jonas had recited his verse four times over when the High priest arrived. He joined in with the prayer at the point Jonas was mentally reciting to himself, and the otter found himself...enamored with him. He looked up, masked by the concentration of the others and looked at his idol. The High priest was a white tiger, wearing a red robe that draped him. The priest turned around to address his subordinates, but noticed Jonas's eyes. Jonas lowered his head and resumed his prayer, fearful of his deviance but the High priest placed his hands on Jonas's shoulders. The otter looked up and met his hero's amber eyes and gentle smile, before he was ushered up to stand beside him and recite their prayer one more time. Up until they concluded, the tiger hadn't removed his large paw from Jonas's shoulder. "...And we give thanks, pride to the Almighty predator within each of us, HIS will be done." The tiger dismissed the other attendants, but requested Jonas stay behind. "I know you... You are the pride of the Green Flow, Jonas." the tiger said softly. Jonas heart began to pound. The tiger continued. "It must be your temple's pride to send you here. Not suited for the spear, you devoted your studies to the blessings of Beasthood. But you are FAR too soft of heart and spirit to properly call to our lord. But I can help you." the tiger said softly, sincerely. Jonas felt a slight sting at his words, but earnestly wanted to better spread the Roar. He nodded meekly, and the tiger nodded. "Follow me then. We must pray." the priest said, and Jonas nodded before taking his hero's outstretched hand.

***** ***** ***** Knuckle's eyes opened, and he sat up in bed. He didn't know where this new feeling of uncertainty came from, or why it came to him at all, but he looked around his room. He shook his head when he found nothing amiss and placed his bare paw pads on the cool wooden floor and stood. He knew when he should be downstairs for the coronation's after-banquet, and he was in the mood for some exotic and sweet dishes. He stood and stretched, his ears up as he swaggered to the door. He touched the knob and felt a small jolt of pain as his balls whispered to him, reminding him of the night before. "Dammit..." he muttered as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, heading down the stairs at the far end and circling himself in the square stairwell until he hit the ground floor, passing other furs up and down. He found the set up crew and custodians preparing for the coronation itself, and made small talk with a couple to ensure a seat. He was after all, Jonas's 'bodyguard". But that also made him uneasy. Was the little otter okay? "Ah hope he ain't in no trouble..." Knuckle thought to himself, trying not to let reality darken his thoughts. Time passed and more people arrived, taking their seats near him and away while he sat there and nodded to or ignored them. But he happened to look in the corner of the room and saw the one from before called Senryul, proud and silently standing guard in front of a door. He had a smirk on his face, and Knuckle still felt the same familiarity from before. So much it confused him. At one point their eyes locked, and the air was instantly thick with tension. But it passed with time and they looked away from each other. After a while Knuckle just happened to see Jonas, and he waved to him over to join him. The otter waved back meekly, and slowly made his way to his companion and sat next to him through a thin crowd of people. Relieved, Knuckle jumped right into a conversation. "Boy, you don't know how long Ah been waitin for this.." Knuckle began, nudging the otter's shoulder with his own. After this, WE gonna eat WELL!" he said with relish and a pat on his belly. Jonas however sat there silent, and Knuckle tried a little harder. "How was the preparation? You meet the bishop?" he asked, and Jonas shuddered. Knuckle noticed, but said nothing about it. "Ah'm guessin yer tired lil' buddy. Ah'll uh... see if Ah can score somethin to chew on while we wait, woof?" he asked his friend kindly, and Jonas made little effort to respond, but did so just the same with the faintest of nods. Knuckle smiled and placed a hand on the smaller otter's shoulder, but he pulled his hand back when he saw Jonas flinch. "You okay man?" he asked as he took a knee next to Jonas, his ears forward. Jonas simply shook his head and Knuckle rubbed his friend's back slowly. "You can tell me. Don't be scared. What happene-" Knuckle caught a whiff of something...else, someone else's scent on Jonas. As he silently sniffed he caught a deluge of scents, from a male. A large, imposing one. He hugged Jonas close and sat his nose right over the otter's head, sniffing up a terrible story told by a collection of scents. As he collected enough information his eyes grew wide, then narrow. "What did he do to ya?" he asked the otter whose lip began to quiver. "He... I..." Jonas began, but the young otter fell silent as the Grand priest arrived, the tiger he had idolized since his early days at the Green Flow's orphanage. Knuckle watched the white tiger strut gallantly up to a podium set up, and Senryul joined him there shortly. The hybrid warrior knelt before the tiger and kissed an outstretched paw, standing after being ushered to his feet. Senryul then waved his bride from the crowd to stand beside himself and the tiger, and the three of them lowered their heads in prayer. The crowd of attending furs did the same, save for a slowly angering Knuckle and his companion. "Ah...don't believe this..." he muttered to himself, and his fur bristled when he noticed...Senryul was looking at him from a bowed head. He smirked at him, and Knuckle flash-fried. He took a step away after letting Jonas go, but a hand on his tail made his tongue fall, made his sheath swell with a coat of pre, and made his eyes droop. "Knuckle, please... Don't go, he'll kill you..." Knuckle shook himself to his senses and gently pulled his tail free. He turned around, but the sight of Jonas's worried face made him scoff. "Tell me you ain't worth it. Tell me you deserved whatever happened to ya." he said, and Jonas looked to the table. Knuckle raised his chin. "Don't worry, Ah'm just gonna go talk to the swordsman." he said and ambled off, leaving Jonas a trembling mess. After walking up to stand in front of the podium he noticed that the hybrid swordsman was looking down once more. But Knuckle had a purpose, and wasn't leaving without answers. The tiger and his entourage raised their heads and noticed the brown wolf standing before them with crossed arms, and armed with a scowl...which softened into a smile. "Hello my son.." the tiger said with outstretched arms. "How may I serve you?" he asked. Knuckle nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah jus' wanna congratulate ya." he said, while glancing in Senryul's direction, once again meeting his gaze. The tiger stuck out his hand and looked away demurely, silently ushering Knuckle to render him some form of respect. Knuckle froze in his spot, uncertain of what was being asked of him. Senryul smirked. "Kiss the Bishop's paw, rabble..." he said darkly, and Knuckle flushed. -This mother fucker...!- he thought to himself, restraining his actions and responses. He didn't know what would happen to Jonas if he himself acted out. He brought his muzzle to the tiger's outstretched hand and gave it a modest kiss, but caught a stunningly familiar scent as he pulled away. It was the scent of a particular otter, one Knuckle found himself growing more and more fond of as the time in his company passed. The tiger smiled and Knuckle stood up, a few ideas flashed through his head about what had Jonas so scared, so distant. He lowered his head in a bow and turned to leave, the bishop and swordsman both pleased by his display. Just before he sat down next to the silent and nearly lifeless otter, Knuckle took a sniff. And a quick one, by anyone else's standards but his. And there it was, the scent of a tiger. And now that he had reference, he knew exactly what he was sniffing: the evidence of rape. Knuckle's ears sharpened as he realized that his shorter friend was taken advantage of, and he suddenly felt emptiness within his stomach. He glanced at Jonas, whose face was directly over the table, and swallowed when he heard the tiger clap twice. "Let us...fill our bodies with strength, so that we may all share the Roar of our father and rejoice if His pride." the tiger said with outstretched arms, and the hired servants brought each table platters of food, setting them before each guest with a clatter. Lids were removed, steam was released, and Knuckle was attacked with a barrage of scents his heightened sense of smell couldn't resist. He gulped, his frustration battling and losing to his hunger before he saw a gigantic drumstick. He whined, picked it up, and bit into it. His mouth suddenly ached; it had been a while since he had eaten anything that had been prepared with care and as he looked around the table, he saw a variety of dishes prepared to accommodate all variety of diets. He even saw Jonas crack open what appeared to be his eighth clam with a level of expertise that he wasn't surprised to see the short otter possess. Jonas had a small smile on his face, and Knuckle calmed down a little more. Knuckle continued to chew the lightly spiced, well cooked meat and swallowed with relief. The moment it hit his stomach he felt a spark of strength return to his body. He went for another bite, larger than before, but stopped when he heard a voice after a chair was pulled from another table to the end of the one he and his companion were seated at. "Pass the drumstick down, rabble..." Knuckle's ears sat up, his jaws tightened, and his eyes were helplessly drawn to the source. Senryul and his woman had taken a seat at the end of his table, and he had a hand extended ecpectantly. -Ah HOPE he don't really expect me to..- he thought , appaled. But a nudge in the side from Jonas made him reluctantly pass it down. Other carnivores took small bites as it went along, and by the time it made it to its destination there was barely anything but a few shreds of meat on the otherwise clean bone. Senryul looked at it with a slight glare, and dropped it to the floor as Knuckle continued to eat. "It's NOT all for YOU, unclean runt.." the swordsman said aloud, and Knuckle turned to look at him down the table's length. "Everybody's got their own food!" he said with his arms up. Senryul stood up with a snort, but his woman grabbed his hand and looked up at him silently with a smirk and a shake of her head. The swordsman looked down at her and smiled, sitting beside her before he called out to Knuckle. "It seems we both have collars, rabble. But it appears that YOURS hasn't the strength to hold you down." he said as his woman nuzzled his neck, which he cockily returned. Jonas shrank in his seat, and Knuckle took a second longer to respond. -My...collar? Damn!- He glanced back at the meekly cowering otter and growled back gruffly. "Naw, AH just know not to put no STRAIN on it!" he shouted back, and a few furs stopped eating to look, and a few more left right out. Senryul froze in his seat, and looked Knuckle's way after a delay. "What if your chain was CUT then?" Senryul said darkly, standing up once more and placing his left hand on his sword's hilt. Jonas gasped and Knuckle felt the need to shut this braggart up slowly building. "Ain't the dog on the chain, fool?" he said, making sure to stress his presence, and the idea that he wouldn't let any harm head Jonas's way. "Do not worry rabble. The dog will be put down." the swordsman said coldly, standing from his chair slowly. Knuckle's ears flattened back and he rose from his chair quickly. "Such a thang ain't possible. Ah hope that...sword is made of stronger stuff than YOU, pussy-whipped pussy-ass!" Knuckle barked. Jonas tugged Knuckle's hand to get his attention, and Knuckle succumbed to his gentle urging. With a look downward, the brown wolf sat in his chair, and muttered something he thought only he could hear. "You assholes ain't...heard no Roar..." he said, in a hushed tone, and Senryul stopped. The tiger froze. Jonas's brown fur turned white with fear. Senryul cleared his throat before he came back. "Excuse me...?" he said, a mixture of amusement and gentle shock in his voice and on his face. The high priest stared silently at the wolf, and nodded at the swordsman who was now standing. Knuckle returned to his feet in a flash. "Ya'll heard me! No way in-the-WORLD a rapist and his blindly-loyal, fart-breathin, ass-wiper of a guard heard THE Roar! Preachin bullshit to plenty o' hopeful people, ya'll full o' shit!" Knuckle said , his accent revealing more and more of itself. Senryul took a couple of steps toward Knuckle, and more people cleared out of the banquet hall, a few managed to collect more to eat from other choice platters. "Haven't heard the Roar, you say... Well, I admit.. Roars of pain all sound the same, and I heard so many.." he said with eyes slowly closing. Knuckle actually found himself angry, if not for Jonas's sake. And Senryul found himself overcome with the desire to discover the sensation of cutting someone as hairy as Knuckle was. "Mind what you say about the priest, and you know NOT what you are talking about. He is a GRAND example of what people are to achieve." Senryul said, and his woman calmly left her seat to stand in the back. Knuckle had enough of the swordsman's words. "Exaltin' some piece of cat shit like him..." Knuckle muttered as Jonas grabbed his hand softly. Senryul's eyes flashed open with a burst of ferocity. "NO, fool! HE is to exalt ME!" the swordsman roared, and as he took a step toward Knuckle, he vanished to all but one set of eyes. Jonas looked around wildly, Senryul's woman smiled as she lost sight of her mate, but Knuckle was taken aback by the display of incredible speed. FAMILIAR speed. The swordsman appeared to Knuckle's left with his right hand on the hilt. Senryul drew inch after inch of the blade free from the flat-turned sheath, and Knuckle could see his dodge saving him, but... "SHIT!" the wolf snarled as he dropped into a swift leg sweep to shatter two of Jonas's chair legs. The chair collapsed to its left and spilled the otter into Knuckle's arms. Senryul's blade passed over them both just in time, and Knuckle shoved the otter under the table. "STAY DOWN HERE!! HE MEANS TO KILL US!!" Knuckle yelled as he countered with a jumping knee to Senryuls face, which was dodged easily enough. Knuckle landed on the ground behind his opponent, and he turned to face him with a now racing heart. The swordsman turned around slowly, and their eyes met. ***** ***** ***** Senryul attacked with a swing to Knuckle's right side, and the wolf slid a foot until his legs were spread far enough to drop below it, and he followed with an uppercut. Senryul let go of the hilt with his left hand and parried against Knuckle's right arm with his own, the hilt of his sword against the inside of the wolf's bicep. Senryul then caught the hilt again with his left hand and turned toward Knuckle's body, the wolf's attacking fist turned to the ground along with the hybrid's sword point. Senryul then wrenched his hilt against Knuckle's arm and tossed him over his shoulder, the edge of his long blade roughly bearing against Knuckle's body. Knuckle had yet to realize what had happened, and his face just now carried a suitable expression: a mix of utmost surprise from being countered, and pain as the biting edge left a rough gash along his left side. Knuckle rolled like a fresh wagon wheel, and slammed on his back with a crash so powerful it left cracks in the stone tiles. Senryul's attack wasn't finished however; with his left hand only he made an attack to sever slice Knuckle in half from his prized jewels up. Knuckle however managed to roll out of the way, and the floor under him was cleanly rent in his place. He stood up to see Senryul bounding at him with a speed that began to bother him bit by bit, and Knuckle jumped up high along a wall to escape until he came up with a plan, but... With a roar of bare paws pounding on the surface under them, Senryul was gone. Knuckle looked around wildly, until he saw the small craters stamped into the ground leading from in front of him, under him... Knuckle turned his waist to follow the footprints up the wall behind him, until they led pretty close to his position. He looked a little further up, and saw... Senryul was crouched on the wall, watching Knuckle with a focused gaze. Knuckle was shocked. -OH SHI- Knuckle's mind screamed, and as he readied a midair snap kick Senryul leapt from the wall, sword out straight. Knuckle's eyes grew wide, and Senryul grinned evilly as his attack landed... Knuckle grimaced. His eyes opened as he could feel the blade went all the way through his... "Rrrrgh! Only...got my side there! MY tu-" Senryul dropped swiftly, pulling the blade free and widening the wound. Knuckle yelpd a bit in pain, and he began to plummet to the floor as gravity remembered him. From about twenty feet up he fell like a bloody rock, right for a table that Senryul stood in front of. The hybrid waited patiently as Knuckle fell, and right before he hit the table below the swordsman swung his sword in a cutting flurry. The table fell into chunks, and Knuckle met the ground hard. And he layed there, unmoving, his mind in pieces. -How can he...be faster than AH am? Ah thought AH was...strong now!- he thought a little pitifully. He growled, and his balls gave out a groan of reminiscent pain. Senryul backed up a bit, and Knuckle got to his feet while one foot left a bloody stamp on the ground. Senryul began to take his time: Knuckle was thrashed enough for Senryul to begin a small speech. "I'm SURE now that you've wondered why you weren't as much a match you initially thought yourself, right?" he said, and Knuckle was overcome with many strong feelings at once. Senryul read Knuckle plainly, ans he began to pull his robe open until his right arm slipped from the sleeve. Knuckle didn't understand for a very small amount of time, but when he noticed a specific mark on the front of his shoulder, it slowly began to make sense. The hybrid har three jagged tattoos running from his shoulder down his torso. And as Knuckle stared on he could just barely see it pulse with a familiar power. As Knuckle looked on and made slow but correct assumptions, Senryul spoke on. "You and I are... What you may call "Beastridden". What we are is.." Senryul trailed off as Knuckle began to produce a..warm feeling. Not welcoming, but slowly warming like sunlight. Or a fire. The swordsman looked at where the waves of heat were radiating from, and chuckled when he found the location: straight from Knuckle's crotch. "So then, rabble, when was the last time you had an orgasm; a GOOD release?" the hybrid asked. Knuckle swallowed, and placed a hand over his wound with a short grunt. He didn't asnwer, but the last time he had some good private time was just the night before. Senryul continued. "Was your release of that pain worth it? Or did you feed your vessel your unwanted power?" Senryul said as he glanced under the table, toward Jonas. "Wha..?" Knuckle started, and Senryul showered him with mocking laughter. "Your vessel is where your unwanted power would go. This is transferred by means of intercourse, for those of us too proper for vulgarity. Would you demonst- Ahh, thank you my love." the swordsman said in appreciation for his woman had Jonas in a tight grip. The short otter struggled, but made no progress to free himself. And it looked like she was gripping him snugly. She tensed her hand and Jonas screamed. "RRRR! LET HIM GO!" Knuckle growled and took a couple of bloody, staggering steps toward his enemy, who in turn circled him to his old position in front of the remains of the table. Senryul's woman threw Jonas along the top of the table and he slid, almost the whole way. He didn't move after that. "THAT is the effect of sharing your power with a vessel. But it looks like you two aren't on good enough terms..." the hybrid mocked lightly. But Knuckle was still, his mind quiet, absent even. Senryul started to say something else, but Knuckle charged him. Senryul made an attempt to run Knuckle through headwise, but he faded from around the blade. "WHAT?!" Senryul cried, and he frantically searched for his suddenly spectral enemy. With a burst of shock-based adrenaline, Senryul spotted Knuckle off to his left, and dropped low to deliver a butt from his hilt into the wolf's chest. Knuckle rolled back from the impact, and bounced to his feet. Knuckle's fur seemed to relax after that. Senryul sheathed his sword quickly and rushed forward, drawing at the level of Knuckle's eyes. But Knuckle was ready; with his right fist forward, he rode Senryul's draw far to his right with his left fist drawn back. As Senryul's attack played out Knuckle turned with it, driving his left fist into Senryul's face with a loud crack, and a burst of blood from his now bloody nose. Senryul reeled back, bleeding, shocked at the powerful offensive and Knuckle glared at him coldly. The first thing Senryul saw when his eyes fell on his opponent was his eyes, cold and distant. Then the swordsman grimaced, and spat something to the floor that made a clatter: one of his fangs. The tiger had taken a seat while the action ensued, but took notice of the halt in their play and leaned forward in interest. Senryul was overcome with silent rage. "It seems that I shouldn't have taken you lightly..." he said, and Knuckle rolled his eyes as his enemy began to spout all of the things one would hear if combat was really something so debatable. "You didn't wanna fight... You wanted to talk. All this time, you wanted to talk about nuthin." Knuckle said, as he drew his arms up. Senryul re-sheathed his sword and took a stance, killing intent pouring from him like frost during a summer's day. Jonas stirred, and blinked as he groggily identified Knuckle. The otter saw his friend's wounds and shuddered at his distant silence. The priest rubbed his chin. "Beastly power..." the tiger said, and Knuckle clenched his fists "Knuckle, please don't die.." Jonas whispered, and at once Knuckle and Senryul both vanished from all other sets of eyes, charging at each other. Roaring at each other as they ran, Senryul drew his sword to cut Knuckle but the wolf's left hand grabbed the exposed portion of the sword's hilt and lifted up, followed by a straight punch that the swordsman evaded with a spin to his left. Knuckle let go of the sword and gave a flying roundhouse that the swordsman evaded while aiming a swing at Knuckle's already safe foot. Knuckle landed and made a grab for Senryul's throat, but the hybrid caught Knuckle's hand and flipped behind the wolf to trap his arm, aiming a cut at the wolf's back. Knuckle fired an elbow with decent aim at the hilt and stopped the attack, but Senryul had leapt a distance up to crush Knuckle with a falling strike. Knuckle took the chance to look in one place: where the tiger was seated. Senryul fell and Knuckle crouched before jumping up to meet the swordsman with an uppercut. They passed one another, and Knuckle flew in a calculated arc toward the priest, his foot blazing with heat and vengeance. The priest didn't notice, and Knuckle fell on him with a kick that suddenly exploded with flame, burning his target to an unrecognizable mass. Senryul looked around for his opponent, and flushed as he caught the last few seconds of his worshiper's life. "My..." he whispered in disbelief, and as he saw Knuckle's exposed back he darted forward, his sword drawn back for an aimed thrust. Jonas saw Knuckle as he stood still. And a smile crept across his face as he witnessed his rapist's last grizzly moments. But that smile soured as Senryul appeared right behind him, and the spoiled smile then melted into fright as he heard Knuckle yelp. Senryul jerked his arm back and Knuckle fell, and that fright became total terror when Senryul turned to face him. "Dear, would you mind gathering the REST of the refuse?"