m e k h i (incomplete)

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Teal are lost somewhere, rich in colour and intense in deep thought. They prick in brighter shades of aqua, a mix of bright white mixing through. Thick, dark brows are knitted together in through, dark lips pressed into a thin line and face hard, undecipherable to the eye. Eyes stick to the porcelain, white-tiled walls of his bathroom, unable to pry away from the sheath of blank, from the slate of nothing.

It's must be nice to be empty as that. His head is anything but.

A sigh skims his lips, dipping his shoulders down further in the bathtub. The water's scalding, almost burning, and his entire body is flushed pink with the temperature. Steam arises from the water frothed with bubbles and foam, sticking to the glass surface of the shower, condensing droplets on windows.

Muscles clench, tension slowly rolling away from the painful and tense position they'd been in for most of the day. The bruises sting, but the water's heat takes his mind away from bruised and battered limbs.

As soon as Javis had seen Mekhi walk in, in the state that he had, with skin practically black and blue, he immediately ran a bath for the male, some form of temperature therapy he conducted over time.

Mekhi didn't mind. He could think in peace here anyway. He liked having his skin almost burn, liked having the feeling that resembled what he felt within, occur physically too. It made his thoughts seem more validated, in a strange way.

The event that occurred late morning, had left his chest with rage.

Rage that was wild and filled with malice, unable to be controlled. It brimmed in him, building a hurricane and drawing every inch of hatred and anger, feeding the bitterness until it consumed him entirely. He was corrupted with it, and he didn't care.

Mekhi had walked around with a weight to his heart, even after knowing his female was safe asleep into her bed, tears having long left and dried.

His lycan was furious, fuming.

He was angry at everything, because of what he had felt from her, of what he had seen elope from her head.

It was fucked, all of what he had seen.

It's now left him with these ragged and crooked emotions that he couldn't maintain, something he can hold to.

He let it manifest for a few hours, trying to ignore it as he worked normally in his office. But he only grew viscous, becoming more aggravated and snappier at every little thing.

It was Micah's suggestion to have the male satiate his beast, through tooth and claw, through spilling blood. It wasn't like Mekhi could rage on the beta now, or the vampires that had visited and had somewhat contributed to this, even if they weren't aware.

The beast liked this suggestion.

Mekhi sparred with almost every lycan warrior available that they. His men were strong, there was no denying that. They left teeth marks, and bruises. They left him battered and sore, muscles straining and blood caking his skin.

He couldn't be prouder.

Now, after scrubbing away the day's work, the male is at ease, letting Javis do what he wanted to do, to help his King heal better. He wasn't too bad, apart from the ghastly wound on the side of his neck, clean but still needing a little extra care.