Tuktu Weir There's a hole in the world like a great black pit

Tagging: @Serem @Zula @Pixie and @Ethos for travel/Area reference. @Ghoul here's our thread!

They had moved further on with two new members following his and Serem's lead. He had two paws on a path to something he could see as great and it had brightened his mood. Unfortunately for anyone else, a bright mood for Nikan meant he often sought out his idea of fun which was tormenting or instigating others. So as they neared a lake he told Serem and the others he'd be going for a walk and to rest up and hunt if desired before trotting off.

He made his way around the lake until they wouldn't be able to hear him or keep track of his actions and was promptly distracted by a fat brown creature waddling toward the water. Grinning he ran toward it, pounced and bit into it's thick fur. He was surprised to earn a powerful smack to the face with a weird flat tail and released the being, stepping back and growling before attacking again.

my apologies for the wait on this.

the ghoul had wandered after his encounter with the dark-haired woman. she had escaped his clutches and he had punished himself thoroughly for having allowed such a thing to happen. he knew that he would never know freedom from hell if he did not satisfy the devil's wants. he had starved himself for three days. he had felt the pangs of hunger in the pit of his gut until he could not withstand any more and only then had he allowed himself to partake of a small morsel. the reaper would not allow himself to thrive untill he had taken his first life. 

along the edges of the water, he had stopped to drink. his breath was still ragged and wheezing from the back of his throat. his inkjet gaze wandered until it caught sight of a strange figure in pursuit of a beaver. it was not with interest that he followed the interaction, but merely an inability to pry his gaze from the sight. the looming wraith stood on the edge of the hunt with a calculated stare and a cold mien. 

After what was quite the fight for a prey animal, the beaver's life was ended with a crushing bite to the spine and the breaking of it's throat. When that was finished he stood there panting as his ears picked up the sound of someone lapping at the water of the pond rather close by. He purposely ignored it and began to eat his food, letting the blood scent fill the air before he looked up and met the gaze of the male with a cold one of his own. His tongue swiped out to lick the blood slowly off of his muzzle as he lifted his chin, an almost fierce look coming over his expression. The way he was being watched was eerie and he did not like it, especially not with his pack as he was already calling it, so close by. Especially not with Zula so close by. "Do you want something?" he asked bluntly, eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he took a step closer. His tail raised in a protective manner, fur starting to rise slowly as he began to feel the immediate desire to chase the male off right away despite having no claim to the territory whatsoever.

the brown creature regarded him warily after having clamped his teeth around his target. the ghoul watched him with a vacant expression. the question that fell from the other creature's mouth was not one that was easily answered. to be simple, he thought that he could respond in a single word, or even none. 

the reaper nodded his head once before drawing a dark purple tongue along his greasy muzzle. inkjet eyes swam over the other figure with a modicum of interest, but not for the reasons that most might. the ghoul was more interested in the spirit within. he aspired to take it, only to free himself. it was selfish, but he had only ever been that. 

Nikan suppressed the shiver that ran down his spine as the male just stared him down, silent and motionless. This guy was disturbing and went beyond eerie. When a nod was given in response to his question, Nikan gave an impatient growl "That's too bad because there is nothing for you here. Leave" he snapped, tail rising to curl above his back as his lips rose over his fangs. He took a few slow steps forward, one slow, long snarl rising from deep within his chest.

intimidation seemed to be the way that the other brute was playing it. the ghoul watched as he rose from his position and straightened himself out to create a formidable shape. nothing registered with the hell hound as being a threat. he did not see a reason to fear when he knew that he belonged to the devil, and was urged to follow his bidding. all things that bared their fangs were merely a test. this was no different. the reaper swayed slightly and drew his skull upward. his lip curled to reveal a pointed and deeply yellowed canine. the growl from the back of his throat was like an old man’s final breath; strangled and hollow. 

i don't know how you want to do it, but I'll throw a roll in here for hit or miss. Odds are a miss evens a are a hit. Roll: 4

Instead of heeding the warning and taking the chance to escape, the male raised up and met Nikan's threat with one of his own. Immediately the switch was flipped and Nikan no longer cared about trying not to get wounded or cause too much trouble in the chance it brought problems to the pack, now he just wanted to show the male that this was his territory(though just for a day) and the other was not welcome any more. With a snap of his jaws and another louder, more ripping snarl he charged and aimed to sink his teeth into the closest part of the other's body, be it a shoulder or the face.