Blackfeather Woods madhatter teaparty

The grin on his muzzle widens as the female returns his question. Does he enjoy it? If by it she means making others suffer, sinking his teeth into them, killing them, and feeling pain himself. What was there not to enjoy? Grim's golden gaze meets hers. "I joined this pack with the intent of killing them all." Eyes narrow slightly. "Though it is no longer my intent...." He pushes closer to the wolf saying softly, "I still long to murder." Grim pulls free from the black wolf's loosened jaws and steps back. Eyes study the female intently. This pack is filled with killers. Though none can match the darkness in him. Not even Trickster had. Show her, the voices tell him. Attack, they urge. A flicker of his longing to kill shifts in his gaze. Her question had put water to his flames though. Eyes look the female over.

He notices a wound to her ear and several scars along her body. She is a fighter then? A growl slips past his lips. Should he continue to fight? If he did, the small flame of longing would grow. He may not be able to stop his assault then and she would end up dead. Grim sits. Killing is all he had ever wanted to do. No matter the wolf. Something inside him is slowly changing though. He doesn't care for that change. Once he had longed to destroy this pack and kill every wolf in it. Then he had the idea of becoming alpha and using this pack to kill other packs. But what did he want now? His darkness had been revealed after his encounter with Bane. And with the whole pack knowing his true side, the want of murdering any of them had faded. And why was that? He couldn't say. After he had come back from his three week banishment he had avoided the pack. Had kept to himself. The confusion circles his mind. Anger grows at the loss of purpose. And one thought begins to consume him. He needs to kill.

The blood dusted wolf slowly gets to his paws, his gaze clouded. Fur bristles along his spine. A growl deepens in the males chest. He is a killer. That is his life. That is his purpose. The thought of not wishing to kill the female slips from Grim's mind as darkness consumes him. She will know his pain, his longing, his need. She will feel the bite of his teeth, the fear of losing her life. She had admitted to wanting to kill him, though she had an excuse not to. But he will bring forth that need in her. He has to. Blood, the voices call. Pain, they say. And just like that, the darkness takes over.

His large body darts towards the female. Jaws wide, a snarl ripping from his maw. He will try to get a hold on her. Use his teeth and claws to shred her flesh. He won't kill her immediately. He wants her to fear him. He wants her to know his suffering. He wants to watch her slowly bleed to death. Listen to her breath weaken and fade. Watch the light die from her gaze. He will have his purpose back.