Haunted Wood New Kid on the Block

Ghidorah was pleased when she agreed about his morality of survival of the fittest, the dark glint in her eye revealed to him that they both had the same ideals. Her body language illustrated that she felt strongly about the subject, he would use this knowledge to his advantage, "mmm yes," he purred, "it pleases me to know that you are someone who agrees and lives by that statement, very admirable." The lady then stood still and agreed with his statement about the weak and innocent, she too believed that the weak were useless and were only there to serve the strong. "It seems I have come to the right place after all," he tipped his muzzle down at her and let his smirk rest on his face, "with wolves like you here, there may finally be more order, pity that it's only restricted to one pack." The titan's face morphed into a more sinister look, he was constantly changing his expression but they all had one theme in common.

The woman than prompted that if he were to join them, he would have to do so by trial, and he was honestly itching to do so. Tzila quickly changed into a battle-ready stance, her ears were pinned back and she set up defenses for her throat, how predictable. Ghidorah was the type of wolf to always be calculating, even to calculate ahead of time. She launched at his neck with precision and speed, however, he was not phased by her actions, it wasn't in his coding to be phased by anything. How he could have to easily dodge, but he wanted to play with his food, so he stood like a statue as her fangs locked onto his neck, he did jerk back a bit due to her weight but an attack on the neck was so common for him that he found it boring. Tzila went for the back of his neck, he would have to admit that he did feel a stinging pain and he felt his blood start to break out from his flesh. His ghost eyes looked back at her and could tell by her method of attack that she was in his blind spot. But alas, everything has a blind spot, and just like Tzila, his face changes in a matter of seconds, his grin transformed into the face of the devil. Ghidorah peeled back his lips to reveal his cobra-like fangs and his eyes were that of a deranged wolf.

The titan knew he couldn't let her be on his neck anymore for too much blood loss could result in him passing out and that would never do. Her weight was starting to loosen his stone-like stance and he had to get the drop on her quick, so he did just that. It all happened in a blur, he kicked out his front paws from underneath and straightened himself like an arching dolphin with his back legs rooted into the ground, he fell backward with her on him. He would use her steel-trap jaws as an edge in this little spar so that she would have a harder time releasing her grip on him, and with a crash, he forced all his body weight onto her in a blink of an eye. If his plan worked, he would roll himself onto his paws and like a snake, he would rocket his snapping jaws at an open leg, didn't matter which, and he would pin that leg to the ground with all his might and yank her teeth off his scruff which of course would draw blood but he lusted for pain.

Ghidorah would then slam his front paw into her face to hold her down, afterward, he would dig his fangs into her leg and drag his teeth along her flesh. The muscular titan would pull on her leg with the force of a lion and dig his claws into her face with his eyes barbaric.