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He was on edge. Ever since the protest and his brief stay in the dungeon, his patience was thinner than usual. He couldn't quite put a finger on why, though he had his suspicions that he chose to ignore. It was only a matter of time before he snapped. It had happened before and it would happen again. He almost craved it. The knowledge followed him like a shadow, ever present and waiting.
When he stepped foot into the bar that night, the air around him seemed to crackle. He met a few familiar stares, his chin inclining ever so slightly in greeting. Amethyst hues swept the crowd before landing on one wolf who looked worse for wear. Blood mated his dark fur and his shoulders were hunched in discomfort. He looked like he just got his ass handed to him.
The ebon wolf would grab a drink from the bartender, feeling the burn of alcohol down his throat before it warmed his stomach. Walking to his seat, his chosen path took him right past the battered man. "You look like shit." Deep baritones rumbled in his chest as a sneer stretched its way across his muzzle. Odysseus felt the familiar itch, the need for a good brawl. But he knew a beaten wolf when he saw one, he wasn't capable of the violence Odysseus craved.
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Like a twitchy trigger finger, he had hoped to rile this stranger with his words, to goan him into a good old fashion bar brawl. But instead, he was met with dry laugher and an equally dry retort. It had a brief ha parting dark lips. A cliche reply, not that that stopped him from uttering the exact same words. "You should see the other guy." He paused, almost thoughtfully. "Or gal I should say." He shook his head, as if he were amused with himself. She wasn't the first woman to leave her mark on him and he was certain she wouldn't be the last.
Taking a drink, he let the booze burn a slow path down his throat as he consider what had actually gotten him to this point. News of the draft spread like wildfire. As well as what rolls prisoners would be filling. The black wolf had no intentions of being drafter or being shipped off to some work camp. That knowledge should have him keeping a low profile. But he felt reckless this evening. He had never done well with frustration, is always boiled over.
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The mention of a woman inflicting damage seemed to catch the strangers attention. An offer was made, a story for a story. The last thing he wanted to do was swap war stories, he was restless, dangerously so. Odysseus was after a good old fashion bar fight. Blowing a breath out of his nose, he attempt to self soothe. But Isolde's word still echoed in his skull. Find a whore or a ditch. The memory poured gasoline on the fire.
Its not much of a story. He shrugged, ready to leave this man to his drink and find someone else willing to entertain him. "Some bitch at the protest attacked me. He shook his head before taking another drink. "I had one soldier by the face." A sneer crossed his lips then as he dove head first back into the memory. "Left her a little something to remember me by." He chuckled, the sound dry. "She won't be so pretty with one eye." There was a casualness to the way he spoke, as if he was discussing the weather.
Finishing his drink, he glanced around the bar once more. I don't care... It made his jaws clench. It wasn't her rejection that stung, she had rejected him a hundred times before. The dark wolf stood in the unknown and he didn't like it. For once, Odysseus was at a loss, for words, for what to do. Like poison in his veins, it was slow to spread but no less potent.
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When Belfast grew angry, Odysseus never saw it. With his gaze fixated elsewhere, he didn't see the first wave of anger wash over the battered mans features. Though honestly, even if he had seen it, he likely wouldn't have said anything different. It wasn't until the stranger brazenly put hands on the darker wolf that he would look at Belfast. It was such a surprise that there was no resistance in his body when the man shoved him so they were facing each other. However, Belfast now had his full attention. Amethyst hues seemed to grow brighter as fury filled them. A sneer stretched across his lips, full of cruel promises. "She looked liked someone I might have fucked..." He drawled. "But now she's a little too scarred for my tastes." Never did he pull punches, so why start now?
All it took was a little prodding and shit hit the fan. When his newly found opponent struck, he was waiting with open arms. Adrenaline would collide with the harsh sting of pain. A heady cocktail for the brute. One that he was greedy for. But when he returned fire, he threw his weight behind it, intending to destroy the smaller man. By standers scurried out of the way when Odysseus would take his own hold on Belfast and use it along with Belfasts fangs in his skin to drag him across the bar floor. But, to his credit, Bel wasn't without his own skill. Odysseus was met with some resistance and would grunt when a particularly heavy hit managed to land. Somewhere behind them, someone called out for the guards.
Odysseus was already a wanted man. He didn't have much time and if he got caught now, there would be hell to pay. Grabbing Belfast in a vice like grip, he would sweep the mans feet out from under him, letting his body slam to the floor with a thud. "How about a matching scar?" Came his taunt before parted jaws aimed for this losers face. But his prey struggled in his grasp, he moved. The rush of blood in his mouth was his first sign that he had missed Fangs brutally tore into Belfasts neck, tearing through more than just skin. Releasing him, blood and saliva dripped from parted jaws as his tongue lolled out in a heavy pant. His eyes were wild as he watched the blood stain grow too fast, matting earthen fur. Odysseus looked feral.
The dying wolf struggled, his eyes widening with a fearful realization. Death was coming for him. "I guess you'll never get to see if your bitch gets to keep her eye." Parting words were murmured in Belfasts ear. Stepping away from his body, Odysseus staggered, but wasted no time in diving out the open door. He didn't loiter, he vanished into the night, the shadows swallowing up his dark pelt. He narrowly avoided a group of guards rushing towards the tavern, chaos unfolding as medics were summoned. They would be too late, he was sure of it. The mans blood was still thick in his mouth, the coppery taste coating his tongue. It was the first time in a long time that he had killed for the sport of it instead of his job. It was an even sweeter hit. But it was still soured by the whole reason he was even here.
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