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Drip -
Jagged claws dug into the dirt and scraped on the rock as the leviathan slithered through the thorny brush.
Drip -
Crimson liquid training his path as he eerily carved a path through the dense, dark, forest of thorns - for a beast such as himself, such elegant and snaking movement shouldn't be possible, and yet here he was, a nightmare wandering through the moonless darkness. Caked on his maw, dried in lumps of ooze as it fell from his morbid maw, congealed blood bounced with every step he took.
Thorns softly prodding his skin through the thick coat that graced his wretched being, scraping his skin and softly detangling the knots they found as he brushed passed. Tonight was a night that he much needed, Rusalka had proven to be a much-undeserved headache, and frustration had to be vented out. The poor canine he had come across just moments ago didn't know what hit him... or perhaps her - it was hard to tell now at least.
Behind, in his wake, a mangled corpse of what used to be some kind of canid. Entrails dragged around, bones split and scattered, the head... lost somewhere but the lower jaw easily spotted somewhere in the heap of what used to be life.
At least what used to be a maddening desire for death, carnage, and screams had been satiated and the man felt a sense of bliss as he aimed his path to return to Rusalkan borders - unaware that he was not as alone as he had thought. Breaking through the thorns into some kind of rocky clearing, cardinal irises took in the sight.
This place was a maze, without realizing it, he had gone in one big circle. As he emerged from the brush, taking a look around, he found himself where he had started off. The mangled corpse lay in the middle, red painted in every direction around it - and at its side, was someone new. He watched for a moment, blood, dangling from his chin as it desperately tried to hang on, finally let go and splattered onto the ground.
A grim smile found its way to his muzzle as he watched the other enjoy the morcels he had left behind. Do you like it?
Voice, as smooth as butter and as deep as any lake, verberated from the chasm he called a mouth.
There was something amusing to him, watching someone else feast on the carcass of another wolf, cannibalistic carrion. He felt no need to defend his prey, he had left it after all - the rest belonged to this new fellow who was already chewing on bits and pieces.
With some odd, sadistic, elegance, the leviathan stood. Staring. A serpentine-like tail swung around from behind, encircling his hips in a semi-circle where he stood. Watching the other male as he chewed and eventually spoke. Clearly the other had more taste than the earth cloaked male, Vengeance couldn't care less about how someone, something, tasted, all that mattered is that his belly was full.
It wasn't a choice, he was just there.
A random victim, purely by chance. Wrong place, wrong time, with the oh so very wrong company in tow. Although he still wondered what that milking mother would have tasted like, she smelled oh so sweet, and tasted as such from the few drops he managed to get from her (
@Cassiopeia tagging for reference you sexy sexy beast).
You seem to have a pallet for such things. Tell me. Have you eaten a mother to a new litter?
Perhaps this man could tell him if it was as satisfying as he thought it would be, should he come across a new one...
Regardless of how well the other tried to hide his feelings, Vengeance could feel the unease. Taste it in the air. It excited him further. Like a predator watching their prey stumble along, knowing they were being watched, but unaware of where was safe for them to escape to. That electricity in the air, it electrified him - gave him that thrill he oh so hungered for regularly. He was a beast that never desired a peaceful life, Vengeance thrived in the misery of others, in violence.
Fur fluffed at the feeling of excitement. Not quite bristling in defense, but at the sheer feeling of thrill. Like goosebumps on a thrill-seeker who has their fill. Damn. His answer still evaded him. I suppose it was out of mercy.
He suspected. It seemed like the other was more of a mercy inducing individuals rather than hunger driven beast like the earth-toned behemoth. It seemed he remained solo in that title, although more and more he met cannibals in their own rights. It was interesting to see how individuals were so similar and yet so different in such a dark taboo meal.
No.
Thinking back to that female, he found himself irritated. Tail lashing behind him as though to try and express his crotchety mood. She smelled so delightful, and tender, perfumed of milk. I wonder if such a smell tastes just as sweet.
He pondered for a moment, thinking back to that scent that drove him to such a desire. Something he had still yet to satiate and would not until breeding season came back around in the new year. Just thinking back to it brings me great hunger.
This time his gaze fell on the male standing... hunger-striking his gaze once more.
Could he be starving once again? So soon after beating the ever-loving shit out of the previous one...
Rolled a 3 out of five for damage roll!
No other words were exchanged between the two. Though the other did not tense and feed the electricity in the air, Vengeance was already far too excited to back down now. His bloodlust once against ignited for no apparent reason other than the desire to draw the delicious red wine in a new target. With sweeping feet he slowly closed the distance between himself and the other male, a cocked head with a devilish grin, he eyed the man like nothing other than a piece of
meat.
Perhaps you'll put up a better fight than they did.
As he spoke his unusually calm syllables, the moment his jaws shut with a light click - he was off. Barrelling forward with all his might, eyes a flare with lust, burning bright as jaws split, revealing the yellowing armory within. An unusual tactic for him, Vengeance did not attack straight forward the moment he got within striking distance. Instead, he feigned left, kicking back with his legs to push him just to the side of the man and reach forward to grab onto any flesh he could, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake - preferably the neck as he eyed the muscle and vein within.
Using his momentum, the swung his rear around away from the man's face and attempted to use whatever thing he had grabbed onto, and thrust with his hips to try and control the movements of the other by putting him off balance. He wasn't playing around... he was beyond excited.
The bastard allowed himself to feel the stillness before the storm, to embrace the static through the air as the finality of his warning went unheeded. He knew nothing was going to stop the connection of fangs to his hide, so he forced himself to remain still as the barbaric pest rushed him. He would allow his enemy's vehement angst to fuel his own dark fury.
The man hit him with a clip of fangs with acute accuracy just behind his right shoulderblade. He flet the wind rush clear from the space between them, replaced with the passionate push of ebergy the male exherted onto Priest - the blow was solid and sharp, and it wasn't a moment later that Priest felt himself naturally fall in line with the bide of time. Those precious seconds he gifted the peon to level his power and attack, those same destructive seconds were the ones used for Priest to lean with the sharp connect and use it against him. Energy, neither created nor destroyed, was a memorable lesson for all predators. And Priest was no fool on this tactic, as he used the momentum gifted to him by the adversary to pull a handsome maw over his mauled shoulder, grip the foe by the side of his own scruff, and attempt to fling him free in a slam away from him and his now lightly imbedded shoulder.
This was going to end bloodily for both of them, he thought. Surely this decision would cost him considering the male was locked into the flesh, not necessarily the meat. This was gonna fuckin' hurt.
Damage received: 3/5
Health reduced to: 17/20
Damage dealt in response: 4/5