Greatwater Lake i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

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The world had been given to her on a silver platter. The pack she grew up in had been small and it is not often the children stay around then they can strike out for their own. Siobhan is no different as they settled wanderlust in her soul early, preparing her for the outside world and she’s more than cable of hunting for herself and carries a few skills when she comes across the pack that really suits her (or a group of companions she can call her friends that she takes up shop with).
 
Siobhan picks up her nose as she nears the lake. The sky in the distance is gloomy and threatening but the distance does not give her much worry. She’ll be able to find refuge well before the rain reaches them and the heaviness of the air around them remains a guide. She approaches the lake eagerly, dropping her head and lapping quickly at the water to quench her thirst.

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The lake had been where he spent most of his time - one could say that he was starting to grow an affinity for these lands despite the pack that loomed near by. The prey were abundant along the waterline, and the forest surrounding gave him much cover with which he could keep himself from being bothered too often.

Best of all. Some wolves came to visit every now and then as well; today was such a case. A small black female had come to his attention and he had taken it uppon himself to follow her at a distance, upwind from her as so she couldn't smell his presence until he was ready to reveal himself. Once she had made it to the water's edge to drink, he approached from behind, a low bark boomed from his maw to grasp her attention. With the lake at her back and him in front, he felt in total control of this meeting now. 

It's not every day you see such a small thing like yourself all alone.

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The bark rattles her to her very core. Fear is not a common emotion for the girl that grew up with an easy life. She makes up for all the lost time all at once. Instantly, her ears fall back against her head and her tail immediately sweeps between her legs and tickles her belly. Whatever is behind her has to be monstrous in size and combat is not where she excels, and her size gives her no added advantage. She looks across the lake to find a way out that doesn't involve a literal act of God to get her to the other side. 

Siobhan slowly turns, though she does not turn all the way, and looks at the wolf across from her. Her stomach roils to knot as he speaks, rotten breath rolling in waves from his yellowed teeth. Over and over, she tells her legs to run. The length of the lake eventually opens up to the north but her limbs have solidified in place and cemented to the damp bank, water lapping on one side. She opens her mouth to speak but not a sound comes out, and she finally—shakily—takes a step back and emerges it into the lake.

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This is what he lived for - why his heart beats in that grotesquely large chest of his. The moment his bark rang through the air, he could feel her fear radiating from her. It was in poor taste for many to go after one so grossly under them in size and battle capabilities - and yet, he found joy in it. No more than breaking a powerful soul, but joy none the less. One had to take pleasure in every form no matter how it presented itself these days.

A chill ran down his spine and pricked the fur all over his flesh, the coat rose as though the hairs were taking in a breath of life themselves while he felt himself rise up from the grave, seeing her eyes filled with fear as she turned to see him awoken a carnal part of him that remained more or less dormant these days. He felt alive for the first time in many moons.

As she backed herself into the lake, he approached. Long strides quickly closing in if she chose a slower pace. Careful. The lake is deep and the current strong. You wouldn't want to drown, would you? He saw the young woman as a toy, and nothing more. Its what she was now; and he would enjoy every second of pleasure he could get from this damsel in distress.

He was a predator after all, and the weak, well, they were prey. Will she give him that thrill of the chase? Or would she just continue on her journey deeper into the water, where he would begin to dream of seeing her underneath its waves.

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Everything becomes sour within, acid biting at the back of her threat as he closes the distance between them. Her ears splay outward as she dips her head lower, nose pointing down. Even the fur along her shoulders bristle but there isn't much to impress and she can't help but retreat again to hear the splash of a second foot on the slick bank. Her toes spread to hold her balance as one foot starts to slip. Siobhan holds her ground to refocus her attention. Backing up further into the water is asking for as much trouble as it would be to run. She glances off to her right, hoping to see something a second time for escape. 

"I-I..." she trails off, unable to find the right words. Her head swings back around and her mouth loses all the moisture she'd had a moment ago. "I didn't mean—"

Her nose flares as she tries to find a pack scent. Had she trespassed and now faces the cruelty of her crime? Her jaw tightens as the need to apologize bubbles on her tongue but she fights it back. She finally gets the communication to her legs instead and takes a few steps to the side—no further back into the lake than she goes forward—and hopes for the best to get out of his filthy gaze.

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Oozing from thick fangs a thick sticky substance dripped onto the ground while he focused on the female before him. At her attempt to intimidate him, he had only grown more excited. If she were to fight back it was all the better. The matter of fact was that she had already awoken the beast and he was out to play.

In steady thumps his heart beat in a simple rhythm. A fixated gaze on the ebony female remained strong, every step she made, he followed. Every breath she drew, he saw. Muscles coiled and sprung the leviathan into action, her steps to the side to avoid him caused a rippling effect - pushing off the ground with his hind legs he aimed to close the distance between them for good.

A heavy splash sent the water into flight, droplets landing in a mosaic pattern while the brute aimed a snapping jaw at the woman, wanting to grab hold of her flesh - anything he could get his mouth on. It didn't matter what. If she wouldn't run, he wouldn't wait. Whether he got the mouth full of flesh as he desired or not, he was careful to keep his balance in the now watery terrain. He moved quickly despite the new challenge of water at his feet, using his strength to his advantage to steady himself while the thick plume of a tail, lashing out behind him in a watery trail to balance him out.

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Instantly, she regrets her decision. She doesn't have time to think that any decision she made would end up like this. He doesn't have anything else to say and she barely registers the next second when he's upon her. A cyclone of water cascades across her dark, sun beaten pelt. She tries to maneuver from away from him but she's too little too late as a seeing pain rips through her once virgin skin. His teeth sink into her shoulder and on impact, slams her rear in to the ground. She can't keep her footing on the muddy bank and ends up flailing all limbs to try and keep her balance. 

Siobhan tries to find purchase on the ground to squirm her way out of this one. When she pulls, she does not get much progress and instead ends up in the water instead. The shallow edge keeps most of her above water but blood soaks through her black fur, dispersing out into the lake in ripples. "P-pl-please!" she stammers through the confusion. She doesn't have time to even catch her breath but she tries to lift herself off the ground and she certainly doesn't have time to question his motives.

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Between his fangs was that feeling he hungered for. The soft feminine flesh was gripped tightly in his grasp. Upon feeling that sensation, his jaws snapped shut, sealing her fate in the vice grip of the titan. To keep his grip he follows her down as she falls into the water, losing her footing was a fatal mistake that he would certainly take advantage of.

With her attempt to get up again, he braces himself against the shore and uses the woman's momentum to try and get up against her. Pushing up with his forelimbs, he trusts his head upward with her in his grip to gain control of her movements. His goal was to get her air bourn, uncertain of her weight, he tries none the less. Even if she did not find herself with paws lacking ground beneath them, the movement would cause harm none the less - in his opinion, it was a win win no matter the outcome.

Whether or not he managed to get her completely air bourn, he continued his assault never the less. Keeping a grip on the initial bite he had landed, with his previous momentum upward, he followed by thrashing toward the ground. Whip lash, deep punctures, even a head hitting ground in a sickening thump - something, he aimed for anything as he found pleasure in the pleading.

At this time, he had come to the decision not to kill this one. There was a rarity of individuals who truly expressed fear.

When he moved with her, she does not realize he still has a grasp on her. She's able to get up (with his assistance) but she can't get more than an inch when her front legs come off the ground entirely. Her eyes widen when she realizes she has not been free and he's tethered to her shoulder with teeth sunk into her muscle. He holds her with the same ease a mother might a child but her resistance is slow and, now, useless. 

She can't get away with two feet in the air, the rest of her dragging behind, and what happens in very fast motions have slowed the length of an eternity. It happens equally fast as it does slow and her mind goes blank, swimming away from her, as she hits the ground with an unimaginable force. Every molecule of air escapes her lungs and she wheezes a mix of wet and muddy breath into her chest. The wound on her shoulder only tears and fillets with the force he uses on her little frame.

assumed siob has fainted - messaged player and will edit this post if necessary!

The monster's grip gave from her body, but not by his own will. The flesh was so tender that it tore with the whip he had given her - leaving him with a mouth of shredded flesh with no body on the other end. At the ground, the woman was out cold. Swallowing the flesh he had stolen from her - waste not what not - he did so while eyeing the dark female, pondering on his next move.

With an audible gulp, he searched the lands around them for something before padding off in semi-haste, vanishing in the woods that gated the lake. Silence followed for a while until a shrill echoed within the woods - cut short by only one thing that could stop a scream in mid fury. 

Emerging from the darkened forest, the luminous ruby eyes searched the beach for the woman once more, even if she had awoken, he doubted she would move much after the previous struggle. Once he had approached, the man dropped a rabbit carcass at her nose, only to take a few steps back, folding powerful legs into a lay so he may rest onto his belly. His eyes, ever watchful over her.

The few seconds she has to escape his grasp are not put to use. She does not hear him make a sound above her, nor notice his disappearance when he runs off. Her lungs sear with the force, unable to draw a full breath but she struggles to focus on it. A throb builds within her head and she groans. If they ground had been any harder, thankful for the lake creating a softer bank, a lot more may have been lost. The wound on her shoulder burns so much into numbness that she barely acknowledges it in whatever haze clouds her mind.
 
As they tick by, her movements are minimal and her breaths are shallow and ragged that barely bring in enough oxygen to sustain her. Siobhan groans and slowly moves her head, smearing mud into her fur. The front of her chest drips with blood from her shoulder and the ringing in her head only gets louder. The scent of a rabbit in front of her nose does not register her distance mind but very suddenly she sucks in a breath to fill her chest and she jerks to attention and prepares for retaliation. She’s nearly on all fours when the sight of the rabbit catches her eye, turning her stomach over suddenly and she retches on the ground in front of her before she crashes, legs crumbling from 'neath her.

As quickly as his excitement rose, it faded. Like a child on boxing day, he had left the new doll to gather dust for another day while he was occupied with other things. Lazily he layed there on the ground, legs carelessly thrown around him while eyes scanned the lands until movement on her part stole his attention once again. 

The attempt to rise to her feet failed, comically if he were to think anything of it. The woman didn't go right for the food offered - not out of the kindness of his heart mind you, more or less in the desire to keep something like her around. He chose to remain quiet and watch from where he lay, wanting to see what was her next move. Behind him, Vengeance's tail wrapped around his hindquarters carelessly, loosely curving itself around him while he got himself absolutely comfortable.

When she crumbles back to the ground, Siobhan doesn’t move at first. She becomes rigged, stiffening her movements to prevent further pain, but her head throbbed and her shoulder is a constant ache from torn, tender flesh. A few seconds pass by and she glance around to see the mess she left on the ground, the hare nearby, and when she looks further back, she sees the monster that had done the damage to her body. She catches the redness of his eyes and she flinches away as if he’d struck her for looking. Instead, she focuses on something else a few feet away.
 
He doesn’t say anything as she stays on the ground, feet tucked up beneath her, and she stares at the ground. Occasionally she looks in his direction but in the meantime she looks everywhere else, further assessing an escape route. The lake is still bordering one side of her, blocking her off entirely, and his large presence overwhelms her so much that a single movement in any direction feels like a fatal mistake. Siobhan’s sides raggedly rise and fall, anxiety gripping her throat the longer she sits there, chained by the fear he leaves in her.