Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

Sorry for the long post! Dorus need to post right after me so pls refrain from posting until they have. 
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Kynareth’s much too excited for what’s about to transpire. He can’t even help the wag of his tail swishing along his hips. He’s sure he looks like a little kid in a candy store, but oh boy is he about to make a mess. So he turns and nods to their sweet visitor with an enthusiastic nod and a snake like chuckle as she addresses him as noble and other sweet things. “Oh yes dear! My Saints are so eager to meet you.” He exclaims back to her. Ending it with a look to the wilds around him, seeing as his Saints begin to appear.

First to appear to his beck and call is Nyra. A satisfied smile shows itself on his face to her. That is why she is his Paladin. Her seemingly unwavering loyalty has been proven and he is eager to see if she’ll be so loyal as to rip open a sweet innocent wolf.
Then the sly, little Evelynn shows and he eyes down the silky, ashen pelt of her. Finally making it to her face he offers her a glance that says you’re probably not ready for this.
Then one of his favorites appears, Leigh. He watches her approach and his golden orbs flick to her own. She will not like this and he knows it. So here he conveys a type of apology through his eyes to her. Yet it will not be enough and he knows that. He keeps his glance short, eagerly looking away knowing that she’s gonna be so pissed that he’ll probably end up like this wolf afterwards because of her beating his ass.
Then one of the newest addition to the pack, Donatien. He’s excited to see him here. Here, now, he will see what the Saints are expected to do. Only now will he understand what it mean to be lead by the one and only Kynareth Deagon of the Abbey — a war torn, bloodthirsty leader. So he too offers Donatien an almost suggestive glance with a soft quirks of his brows. A silent, are you ready?
Second to last is Derg himself. His right hand man, his other half, his Overseer. Suggestive images dare to pass through his mind of their passion filled nights, his passion for the man never disappearing he gazes to him. It’s an almost loving glance, yet it hold that familiar flirty glint that Donovan is known to have.
Lastly, his bitch of an ex wife, Sasha. Lord he still wants to kill her but he can’t quite do it yet. His plans are too good to rush. Yet even then as he watches the crowd grow he notices her pad up to the lighter coated male and whisper in his ear. Deliberate eye contact with  Kynareth has him flicking his auds back as he gazes at the two jealously. He knows she’s got to be doing it on perpose yet he ignores it turning away from her and walking towards their new company. 

It is time.

“SAINTS!” He calls to them, golden orbs wild with mischief. “I call you here today as a test in faith! To see where you stand in your allegiance to this pack. To me!” He languidly stalks behind the stranger wolf. “This is our new territory, this Strath will feed us and give us shelter for the upcoming winter, it will protect us!” A sweep of his eyes across the crowd. “So we will protect it. Kill any who come close and paint our border with our enemies. Or perhaps even those who aren’t are enemies too.” He hums suspiciously glancing to the female he’s standing behind.

“I’ve brought you a sacrifice of sorts. Here is your test Saints,” his eyes narrow and his smile becomes horrid and toothy. “And it’s in your best interest to pass.” Then he’s raising his voice once more. “We will rip this stranger, this beautiful young wolf, to shreds here. We will all participate in some way! I don’t give a fuck how, but you will participate! I don’t care if it’s to kill, or to bury this poor girls body afterwards, but god so help me, you will participate!”

He steps away and looks to them as if he’s waiting for them to move. “If you do not, then YOU ARE NEXT!” It’s a bluff, he wouldn’t actually do that to his precious pack bat that is besides the point. This is the Kynareth Sasha knows. This is not the Kynareth his Saints know. “Go.” The Grandmaster hums to them and then in the same second he’s throwing himself into the young girl. 

He’s not going to kill, he’s going to hurt — to suffer. He’s baring teeth and snatching up the skin of her shoulder where it tapers down onto her rib cage. It all happens so fast and he’s horribly shaking his body to and fro like he’s on a mission. Ripping off the chunk of skin in a splatter of blood and the exposure of bone. He’d go in for another bite right after.