i'm not what you're thinking - private; dirk

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]Bec Noir was fucking pissed at Jake. Jake was doing everything wrong and even though Bec Noir knew that the constant physical abuse was hurtful although Bec Noir never broke any bones or anything - he simply gave Jake bruises and cuts - Jake had still managed to screw everything up right before Bec Noir's very soulless and socket-looking eyes. Bec Noir wondered if he should try to beat some sense into the kid but then decided against it after looking for Jake but not finding him anywhere in the territory, which was partially because Bec Noir didn't even make a huge attempt to find him. Why should he? It seemed that no matter what he did, Jake would always end up retaliating, which was bad considering the fact that he was a better fighter than most thought he was, and nearly always gave Bec Noir some type of trouble. Then again, Bec Noir was insanely difficult to beat, so he always ended up beating Jake up no matter how good of a fighter he was. He would give Jake a break for now, but he knew that someone else was after Jake as well, so he might as well let her do her thing and then he would try again to force Jake to finally cooperate with him. Keyword: force.

The mutant wolf dropped down from the sky, gliding on the slight breezes, folding his huge ebony wings behind him. He had left his sword somewhere here, but Bec Noir guessed that Jake had been smart enough to take it, so he wouldn't bother wasting his time looking for it. The canine flexed his claws into the dirt that he was standing on, gazing around the territory. He had memorized this territory simply so he would be able to dart from place to place if he ever found the need to, and the skill had proved to be useful. However, now Bec Noir had no use for it. He licked his chops, feeling the urge to hurt something or someone rise again, so he simply caught a rabbit and tore it apart, ripping through the skin and fur, watching as the blood splattered against the floor, his white eyes glinting with hunger, though he didn't eat it. Bec Noir just had to get that urge out before he accidentally killed someone that he needed alive. Ah, that was a good way to get all of his violent urges out. The canine drew his head up, his muzzle stained with red as he scented the air, tensing up as soon as he realized that there was someone around. His hackles raised and he narrowed his eyes as he attempted to pinpoint the location of whoever, a low growl rising in his throat. It wasn't Jake.

Then who was it and what purpose would they serve to Bec Noir?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; color: black; font-size: 10px;][justify]Damn, it was that blasted name and business question. Bec Noir had been hoping to avoid that but now he was faced with the rather frustrating experience of getting asked that question; there was no point in asking, because Bec Noir wasn't going to stay in the territory long. He had no purpose here: Jake wasn't anywhere in sight and there was also the possibility that Bec Blanche was near, and the last thing Bec Noir wanted was a meet up with that irritating bleached canine. Bec Blanche disapproved of how Bec Noir was either physically or mentally abusing all of the teenagers - both beta and alpha - so the other and more pure canine always stopped him in the process. However, due to the fact that Bec Blanche was also partially Bec Noir, the two of them both had the slightest bit of good inside of them as well as the slightest bit of insanity. For example, Bec Noir felt a sense of loyalty towards a girl named Jade Harley, and even though he wished to tear her apart, he couldn't bring himself to do it. It was strange how loyal he was to someone he despised, and Bec Noir loathed that about himself.

Bec Noir halted his musings, his white and pupil-less eyes peering at the male who had dared to approach him when he was in the middle of taking his urges out on a rabbit. He looked a little curious and tilted his head slightly, almost as if he was contemplating a deep thought, before barking in an unusually deep and sharp tone of voice, "Bec Noir." Would he bother claiming his business? No. Why should he? The question wasn't mandatory and Bec Noir wasn't going to answer it due to that. The mutated canine spread his wings, almost as if he was about to fly off, before he hesitated once again. Since Jake wasn't around so Bec Noir could take his frustration out on him, he might have to wait until the next time he saw the other male. Maybe he could have fun with this one in the meantime. "The hell is your name?" He then asked, not fully folding his wings but pulling them against his body merely to block the wind from rising him up into the air. This guy looked a little fun. Maybe, if Jake wasn't around, Bec Noir could use him, but not physically. Bec Noir could test something, and that something was going to be emotional trauma.

Bec Noir had never emotionally traumatized someone before - he was extremely brutal during physical abuse but he wanted to see what he would be able to do with something more emotional. Of course, that would take a lot of work and time, which Bec Noir didn't have the motivation for. The thing he liked about physical abuse was that it was quick, painful, and traumatizing, and he had inferred that from his sessions with Jake. Emotional abuse was slower, and that didn't appeal to Bec Noir. However, he might make an exception if he saw fit. Of course, it would take a lot for Bec Noir to actually accept that, but the male who approached him did spark his curiosity, so anything could happen at this point. [/fancypost]