Wandering a Nightmare

Slade grinned, the sadistic side of him, the homicidal lust growing with every pleasant scent of fear pheramones that perfumed the air around them.
She was scared.
And rightfully so.

Slade knew every cornered animal was bound to fight or flee, and unsurprisingly, this female chose both. Yet, she had attempted to show her defensive action to him, lashing her claws out in a futile effort of distraction. He didn't even both to move, for her claws were too short to even lay touch to a pawnail on a single strand of his fur. He had already analyzed every inch of her.
It was as if he knew every flaw she had.

However, at the sight of his pale counterpart and fellow Brother in the art of Murdering, Bane, who bounded through the dense foliage with the intentions of Cerberus, Slade only managed to smile a knowing grin in his direction, before he felt the breeze of a running soul, and the emptyness from where her pale form once cowered.

The Nightmare acted with the speed of an enraged cobra. He swiveled (a demonstration of the previous excercise, *cough cough* Bane *cough* Reasons for that practice* Cough*) and saw the fleeing form of the escaping female. With a lunge, the dark king threw his heavy form atop hers, forcing her form to the ground, and while straddling her, he whispered a soft threat into her velvety ear,

"If you try to run, you will recieve worse than what you previously deserved. You origiinally were sentenced to maybe a maul, or severed limb, maybe death..but if you attempt to lay another paw on any other wolf who actually belongs on these lands, or even myself, I personally will kill you, drag you out of fucking Hell, and kill you again. I do not need affermation that i have made myself crystal clear, because even a dead wolf would probably understand that threat. Don't. Move."

Slade released his straddle from the girl, his fiery irises trained on her prone form, and he spoke to his pupil/Brother.

"What sort of punishment suites your tastes to such a sin, Warden of Torture and Dealer of Despair?"