[ WP ] You possess an ability to turn off one or more of your senses to heighten the others . Today is the day you make a mistake .

TW: NSFW, violence, sexual assault, strong language. 
 
 
 I knew it. I just did. 
 
 You know that moment when everything slows down just a fraction of a second? The moment just before the crash of horses into infantry. Or the sudden absence of thought when you first lay eyes on a nymph. The moment you realise you fucked up. You should n't have gotten up that morning. You should n't have gone into the field to die for your master. That fucking horse looks like a storm ready to evaporate you without a trace. 
 
 That fucking nymph is everything you've ever wanted to take. And you think to yourself, You've been around for centuries, surely you're aware you can have any woman you've ever wanted. Your wolf blood has been satiated more times than you can count. And then you lay eyes on her and you're awake, you're hungry, and what's worse, you're fucking horny. 
 
 The day before I had had the privilege to lead another peasant army into victory on the battlefields. I had been the first one to see horses pummel into those poor villagers that had never even seen battle before. Most of them I turned - just for a couple of hours - into hwyrs, not much unlike myself. But to be frank, it was n't fun for me to turn them all. I had always enjoyed seeing fear set, itch, and then bloom in my hwyrs and humans alike. One bite to make them all devoid of the sense of touch, meaning I could chop - and I often would, whenever I'd encounter a new army - a `` volunteer's'' hand off without him flinching. Hell, I once made a hwyr immune to sound and fucked his wife behind him blissfully deaf to her cries. All in front of an army of men immune of touch, or feel, or smell. You would be surprised how many hwyrs fight better when they ca n't smell death in the air. 
 
 Our army had won the battle, and we only needed a small number of sensory numbness. I had numbed myself too, of course. I had myself dull my sense of sound and smell in favour of touch. I had enjoyed my fair share of fear in men's eyes. I had enjoyed my fair share of the taste of blood. And, of course, I had enjoyed my fair share of the warlock's bones shattering in my mouth. I sent off a messenger to the King this morning, depriving him of sense of pain so he'd run faster. `` We won. I'm taking the wizard's daughter as tribute. Long live Wolves, their hwyrs, and his Majesty the Good Payer.'' I hoped the messenger would n't die before reaching the King. I hoped he'd be livid from my insolence. 
 
 In the meantime, though, I decided to pay a visit to the nymph that was the wizard's youngest daughter. 
 I had put two guards in front of the chamber, both of which were in effect eunuchs since last night. I did n't want to risk her being tainted by the time I get to her. And my, she was an eye-full. She waited by the window, dressed in a pure white gown. As all virgins are. She could n't have been older than sixteen. Long golden hair. Emerald eyes. High cheekbones. Perky breasts. Full lips. 
 
 But she also had the Gift. She was one of my kind. I could feel her from ten feet away. She had old magyck, and if I were to let her live after what was coming to her, she would have surpassed her father. In time and with proper training, she would have surpassed me too, both in hwyring and witchcraft. But I was n't about to have that. 
 Plus, I wanted to have her. To consume her, take her purity away, make her mine, and make her magyck die in her before I end her mortal life. 
 
 `` Fiend'', she hissed as I took a step towards her. I grinned. 
 
 `` Do you know who I am, witch? ``, I asked. `` Do you know who your father had the nerve to fight?'' 
 I should've known. In all my centuries, I had grown too proud, and at that moment, too reckless as well. I had just defeated the most powerful wizard our time had ever seen, and I was about to rape his daughter. I should've known. I should've known her doe-like eyes were an act, but I had made myself immune to everything but touch and smell. 
 
 And then I bit her and made her feel everything tenfold. 
 
 I took her on her pristine bed. Her hair smelled like wheat, her lips like rose. She was inaudible so I dulled sounds and made sure I saw every single shade of fear lining her countenance. When she closed her eyes, I made sure I felt the burn of her thighs on my hips, seeing just the marks her teeth left on her lips. And when her nails dug into my back, I made sure there was nothing in this world except for the pain of her downfall for me. 
 
 But I knew it. 
 
 I just did. 
 
 In the moment I lost myself, she opened her eyes, and there was nothing doe-like in her gaze. Quite the contrary. 
 She was her father's daughter, after all. A hwyr-maker, a witch, one of my kind. She had magyck. So when I lost myself, she felt everything tenfold - the nymph she is - and she took everything from me. 
 And then hurled everything back. At the same time. 
 
 You know that moment when a horse looks like a storm approaching so rapidly you hardly have any time to escape? You know that moment when you know a woman will be the death of you if you let her? I knew both. I had KNOWN both. 
 
 At that moment, I also felt everything. 
 
 Smell of death. Sound of bones breaking. Feel of blood vessels bursting in my ears. Taste of ideas, vivid images fireworks blood thighs grin in her eyes. Time stopping. Absence of. 
 
 When the dark horses came I felt nothing but black. 
 
 Edit: formatting, trigger warning. 

