Alpine Lake Left Behind To The Wolves

Tokala could not find any of those she knew. She was beginning to believe that it was indeed true, what she had been wondering...she had been left behind. Stuck in these unknown lands, with no idea of where the others had gone...alone, now. What was she to do now? There was nothing that came to mind, except to find a home somewhere.

She headed inland away from the coast. Tokala was quick to getting used to things, so she could get used to being alone...but it would take time compared to other things she got over. She would need lots of time. And a place to stay...

@Ithrik

The girl had been left behind while he searched for a target on his own. Stilted limbs carried him across the terrain as swiftly as they could while a pair of sharp tangerine eyes sought movement of any kind to allow him a chance – a hope – that he might feast. The red girl had been good enough, but without her sight it was an easy task to keep her in a singular space for an extended amount of time. They had tasted of fat and saline, as though her tears had softened them and made them plump like grapes.

Circling wide around the lake, Ithrik spotted another red figure and thought that his catch might have escaped. As he drew nearer to her, he realized that this was an entirely different specimen. Delight curled his toes in such a way that he swaggered when he walked. Approaching her with a curling smile, the devil waited to see if she might run.

Tokala spotted perhaps a chance at a new home, or at least something to take her mind off of how everyone she knew had left her alone. Her eyes fell upon a male...and they were coming her way. With their lean figure they didn't seem strong. She gave a small wave of her tail.

"Well hi there, handsome" she said, with a very much teasing tone. Even though he wasn't so much handsome. Though, the white spots around his eyes gave him a unique look. She did take a couple steps back, looking him over. "And just what are you doing round here?"

She spoke first, and not out of fear, but out of interest. Ithrik slowed and watched her with wide citrine eyes. His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth, drizzling slobber through the air and along the earth. Her tone beckoned to him, but he lost some interest in her for this. He preferred to take it from those who did not desire it; he enjoyed the pain and fear. The devil did not stop his saunter in her direction. He stretched out like a shadow at sundown, appearing lengthy and looming. He did not answer her question, but instead moved to stop himself only a few inches from her figure. He wanted to feel the length of his hairs against her own. He wanted to know if there was a taste of fear in her excitement.

The other got most uncomfortably close, and she reared her head away a bit. Mostly out of disgust at the drool and slobber. But she still tried to keep a smile, as Tokala did not exactly want a meeting to end so soon. Even though they now appeared rather unappealing, it at least took her mind away. "You speak, right? It's considered rude to approach a lady without saying a decent hello."

The woman made a remark that he wasn't behaving in a polite manner and Ithrik's teeth clacked together in a soft growl that rumbled from the back of his throat. The noise was akin to distant thunder, bringing promises of wicked winds and sheets of rain. Ithrik would not tolerate being spoken to in such a way – not from a bitch. The hairs along his neck and back bristled until they sat rigidly and his limbs held him tightly to the earth. “Shut your mouth, cunt,” he rasped to her with a small shaking of his pelt. He could feel the prickling like fire and he could not silence the memory of plucking the girl's eyes from their sockets and swallowing them whole. The devil would gladly do the same again.

His reaction to her remark was most unprecedented, she had not seen that. And she may have had a certain soft spot for danger and blood, but there was something about this wolf...something that drew her in, yet also repulsed her. 

"Did...well, that certainly was rude. Guess you aren't a gentleman" she continued on. She kept her gaze on them. If he wanted to play that way... "At least you can speak" she said, a teasing grin.

The red woman made mention of his manners once more, but his patience had worn thin for being called rude. The devil did not believe that he owed this stranger any sort of nicety. At her remark, he uttered a guttural growl and then parted his jaws to snap at her muzzle. While she had pulled her head away from him upon his arrival, Ithrik had made move to lunge at her in order to close the gap. His intention was to lock his teeth tightly to the bridge of her mouth and bite down with enough force to convey his message; you are nothing, and I will break you. The fire that flickered in his gaze was not welcoming or pleasant; she would have had better luck facing the depths of a savage sea swell than to pester the devil with vexing questions.

Tokala flinched back as he snapped forth, but it was too late. He caught the bridge of her mouth, and she tried to shake her head. She tried to speak, to tell him to get off, but his grip only made muffled words. Then she met his gaze, and she saw exactly his intentions. And for perhaps the second time in Teekon, she felt fear. It got her struggling more, trying to throw her weight about in an attempt to get loose from his grip.

Fang met fur as his teeth clamped to her muzzle and she made an effort to speak against him. Ithrik did not care what she had to say; she had spoiled any opportunity that she might have had. While holding, he attempted to yank her toward the ground with a tug of his head, but her weight was thrown against it and then the opposite way. This caused him to lose his hold and to be forced a few steps to the side. White and  black hairs danced along his neck and back like quills. Ithrik spat on the ground near her feet and lowered his head again to protect his tender throat. With a savage snarl, the devil tossed himself at her rear and aimed to land his fangs against her hock. It was a tender piece of flesh that would prove to be delectable, should he get his tongue against it. 

Tokala succeeded with getting him off, but she was still too stunned by the sudden grab against her to see him move to her rear. Until she felt teeth against her hocks. She howled out in pain, and tried to reel around to make a grab at whatever she could on him.

Once more, his fangs found purchase. This time the rotten and gnarled things sunk into her rear. The piebald brute listened intently as she called out, but did not yield. Not even when she swung round to latch her teeth to the flesh on his shoulder. Instead, Ithrik thrashed his head from side to side and growled deeply. He wanted her to hold still. He wanted to drive himself into her with such force that she would break and cease to be. The devil wanted to taste her fear. 

Tokala had managed to just barely latch her teeth to his shoulder, but then he started to thrash. It took a lot of mind power to hold on through the pain, till the pain was simply too great for her. So she tried kicking back, having been forced to let go through the pain. But, she was tiring.

As her fangs found purchase in his shoulder and he snapped his teeth with ire in his blood, Ithrik was fueled by a primordial desire to rip her of her confidence and shower her in scars. A guttural snarl passed through his bared fangs as she thrashed her legs against him and managed to push herself away from his grasp. His ears flattened to the top of his skull and his tail bristled with an impatience that was not characteristic to him. Still, she managed well enough, but he was growing sick of the games and wished to end it. Swinging wide to the right, he bounded on stilted limbs and then jerked himself back to the left and hoped to find that his snapping jaws would make contact with the nape of her neck so that he might swing himself on top of her.

Tokala managed to push off finally with her hind legs from the male, yet she stumbled forward in doing so. The other bounded to the right and then made a grab for her nape, and she yelped out aloud as this happened. By his weight and force of the grab, she fell forward.

As she fell forward, he fumbled on top of her, but managed well enough to hold his balance so that he had a chance of moving forward with his plans. With a gaping mouth, Ithrik loomed over her and snickered coldly. His nose brushed through the hairs of her shoulders and then neck before he took his grip once more and held tightly to the nape with his gnarled fangs. With her at an awkward position, it opened a door for the devil to move about more freely. While he did not like to lose his grasp on the woman, he was eager to sink himself inside of her and to spill his seed until he was wasted.

Tokala felt more and more fear, for the first time in her life. They took a grip upon her nape, and she began struggling once more, attempting to thrash about and fight back, snarling at them and trying to snap. But in her position, there was no way she could fight back successfully.

Once on her, the devil clamped tightly to her nape and bucked wildly against her hocks with a feverish swaying to his hips. The piebald hound was more than eager to put her in her place. It was dangerous, after all, to speak with strangers. Once the brute had finished his work, he pulled himself from her back and slunk a few steps away. The tangerine color of his gaze locked with her features as he searched for signs of distress or disbelief. His expression was vile and savage, contorting him into a fiendish monster; he rolled his tongue over his lips and drooled on the ground.

Tokala felt as if she might die soon. She was in pain, and the male was bucking about. She whimpered quietly, the fight slowly draining out of her. Soon she had been exhausted to the point she couldn't lift her head to snap at him anymore. Tokala whined again, praying for whatever was happening to just be over and done with. For it to just end.

The female appeared to have been drained of her energy to fight. Ithrik grew bored with her. He debated whether or not he would have desired the removal of a limb. Her body was fine – average – and he was certain that a piece of her would have pleased Iliksis. Whether his nephew ate it or not, it would show that he was thought of. A sort of wish you could have joined me present. Hunkering low toward the ground, the devil moved toward her again and began to sniff at her appendages with an interested glint in his citrine gaze.

Tokala was breathing slowly. She wasn't badly injured, but just the exhaustion of the fight was getting to her. THe male moved about her, and Tokala tried to keep her eyes on them. "W...What do you...want with me..." she tried to ask, still breathing slowly with a tired tone.

“Your tongue, your eyes, a leg, or your life,” he growled in a simple voice.
 
She had asked a question of the hound, and he was willing to offer an answer. Ithrik found this game to be far more fun than his original plans. One way or another, he would be taking some piece of her and he believed that he had found the best way to pick it. Pulling himself back from her a few paces and staring at her with intense orange optics, the devil snickered in a rasping tone and shook his pelt. Goosebumps had lined his flesh and were forming on the back of his skull.
 
“You pick.”

Tokala cried, she didn't want any of this. This pain. And the ultimatum given to her...she shook her head. "You will take nothing" she hissed, trying to act brave. But she did not realize, or perhaps she did...it was the worse mistake she could have made in saying that. She felt her fight returning, or maybe it was stupid courage, or adrenaline. She tried snapping at them...she just couldn't get up.

The response was everything that he had hoped it would be, and as she snapped at him with the last remnants of her spirit, he sneered at her with rotten yellow fangs. Both of his eyes were trained to her frame, waiting for her to spring forward in an attempt to fight, or away in hopes of fleeing. Without allowing her another chance to respond, Ithrik hunkered his head low to the earth and curled his back in an arch that was more akin to a large feline predator than a wolf. “Your life, then,” he rasped, lunging for her once more. His fangs were aimed carefully for her throat, and he sought to sink them as deep as he could.

Tokie froze as he lunged. Her life flashed by as he grabbed upon her throat. The wounds dug deep, and she let out a bloodcurdling scream as she fell. She tried breathing, but it was quick as his fangs dug into her neck and flooding her lungs with her own blood. She could feel it trickling out of her mouth as the fight left her and she fell limp.