Deadly Deed (Goliath/Graphic)

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The night was dark, darker than usual as the new moon offered no light at all. The wind was howling, whispering haunting tones through the trees. Their was a sharp coldness to the night air and as a whole, the scene seemed like something out of a nightmare. It was a scary, intimidating, and it matched the personality of the wolf who was stalking through it. The black colored wolf blended in perfectly without the moon's light and she made sure her steps remained silent. She was coming closer to a pack's territory but she wasn't slowing down.

She had recieved no response to the Howl She offered Descai and she was not going to just wait around hoping someone would show up. Instead, she turned directions to move further south and went to her second plan. She had heard rumors ever since she had attacked a pathetic she wolf whose name she didn't care to remember that the alpha of Kairos was looking for her. Apparently, it was his sister whom she attacked and he wanted revenge. Well, tonight would be the night he got what he wanted. Her blood lust was running strong and she craved, needed, the taste of flesh and the crimson treasure within.

As she came closer to Kairos border, deep snarls could be heard from within her chest. She was itching for this fight, itching to sink her teeth into Goliath's neck. He would soon find out why people who seeked revenge on her always failed. She didn't care about taking Kairos, though if she did, she wouldn't complain either. But, she was ready to end the alpha and his pathetic sister. Two less nuisances in the world, taken care of by her. Finally, she could see the border she had been searching for in the distance and she quickened her pace, wanting to hury and get on with the fight.

Finally, she had reached the border and a smug smirk spread across her muzzle. She could smell the strong scents warning others to stay out. Yet, it didn't slow her down one bit. Crouched down, she stalked forward past the border and further into the territory. She was tempted to howl but decided not to as it would alert the pack to her presence and not just the alpha. She would have to find Goliath on her own without being spotted. Looking around, no one seemed to be around but, she knew the alpha wouldn't leave fresh territory with no one to watch it. Crouching down behind shrubbery she snarled, "Show yourself coward," hoping someone would show up, if she was lucky, it would be Goliath.

Words : 454
Muse : High
Tags : @zenith
Notes : xxx

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[attr="class","pltxt"]The stench of a foreigner tarnished the air, a single flaw within the foreboding darkness of trees. Goliath’s nape prickled indignantly, a resentful growl humming through his deep chest as he muttered irrational blasphemes inside his head. It seemed that intruders were growing bolder, and far more foolish, as the days trudged on, despite the obvious scent markers that bordered off Acerbus from Kamari. The foreigner’s scent originated from the East of the territory – towards Descai – and without restraint or a moment of hesitation, the alpha bolted towards Acerbus’ border, his mind anchored on the punishment that would be unbridled upon the stray newcomer. This was his territory, hisin all of its entirety – and may the Gods damn him if he didn’t flay the hide of any beast that so much as looked at his land cross-wise, let alone stroll heedlessly into it.

The enormous brute was far from inconspicuous as he slunk and weaved through the ominously still forest, the absence of moonlight offering barely a glimpse of his bronzen black-smattered coat, though his irises gleamed bright with ill intent. Great rocks obstructed his path, obscure stone that defied the landscape and contorted the terrain with seamless and morbid shapes; teeth and corpses, monsters and demons that refused to budge even in the presence of the deified alpha. The sound of him approaching was colossal, as though a bear was trampling furiously through the trees with one chilling thought, and one thought alone, on his mind – murder. The method of it was inconsequential… Quick and brutal, slow and torturous, or obscene and perverse. It did not matter. The intruder would be slain come dawn.

The closer he drew upon his quarry, so too did the scent sharpen and take truer form, familiarising in his flared nostrils. Distinctly female, Goliath soon recognised why her stench riled him with memorised grief. The heinous recollection of his frail younger sister, brutalised by some dark stranger without cause, was garishly evoked by this stranger’s scent – the very same scent that clung to Aaricia’s beaten form. He had vowed to exact vengeance, but up until now, the blackened, scarred bitch had eluded him, and the wait had broiled his anger into something never before experienced by the alpha. Gruesome as his scowl was, eyes wide with bloodshot realisation, his temper did not overcome him, but instead honed his concentration until his body was a force of solid and utter control.

In the moment he saw her, her life was at his mercy. Her death would not be abrupt, for the heartless wench deserved no such pity. Nor would death be honourable – it would be grisly, gritty, and everything that was justly deserved. She was not quite the monster that Aaricia has described, but littered with previous wounds and scars that suggested she had led a life of brutality and ruthlessness. Her eyes burned a wild amber in the shadows, and her cunning voice dared him on, attempting to lure him into uncontrollable rage. Even with her insult ringing sourly in his ears, he didn’t succumb to his fury, not permitting her what she was so desperately aiming to do. This situation was entirely in his control. His face, scant of emotion and disturbingly vacant, concealed every rioting sensation that thundered through each bulging vein, bated muscles begging to tear her limb from limb. Adrenaline seared his blood with readiness as saliva began to well in his jowls, desiring to taste every part of her.

A breath slowly left his body. His claws pressed against the earth, returning him into lucid thought. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the sick beast that had harmed his sister, so many months ago. Despite the time that had passed, his eagerness to deliver her punishment had not been dulled by forgiveness or obliviousness. Suffering would be the one true exoneration from her deed, and only when her heart was cold and quiet, would she earn any semblance of forgiveness from him.

“Xion,” his dark voice uttered the word with unfettered hatred, tasting the rancid sound on his lips. He fell silent, staring at her poorly concealed form hiding in the shrubs. Unlike her, he had no mockery on his tongue, no dare or challenge to speak of, or any insults to waste on her. There was no room for such childishness here. His breathing steadied as he analysed her form unpityingly, so close that he could now taste her in the air with his maw agape, revealing the sharp instruments of her demise. All of Anikira would soon learn what happened to those who harmed Goliath's family, and what inevitably awaited every enemy of Kairos. His vengeance was as much a force of nature as the wind and rain - unavoidable and all-consuming. Xion would perish in the exact moment that he chose to end her. Not a second earlier. Not a second later.

In an instant, he had reeled forward, a mass of unavoidable weight and bared teeth intended to strike her flank and bowl her over by sheer heft. When the vulnerable underbelly was exposed, his revenge would finally begin.

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As the midnight colored she wolf crouched behind her hiding spot, her muscles tensed and relaxed in eager anticipation of what was to come. Her teeth were bared despite the fact she knew no one could see her and her tongue ran over her pearly white fangs, hungry for the taste of flesh and blood. She snarled for the coward to show themselves and though she didn’t know who she was referring to as a coward, she was certain someone would show themselves. After all, to leave a newly claimed territory empty and bare would be a foolish move and from what she had heard of the so called mighty alpha Goliath, he was far from foolish. It was only a couple minutes before someone did, indeed, show up and to her surprise and luck, it was Goliath himself.

The moment she caught the scent of the arriving wolf, she got to her form and moved from behind the bush. She could not yet see him but she knew it would not be long before she could and as she waited her claws dug into the ground bellow her, sifting through dirt as they did. Her eyes narrowed, purely focused on what was in front of her and her ears were perked, alert for even the slightest of sounds. Normally it would be in these moments when she calculated and planned the fight that was to come but this time was different. She didn’t want to plan it, she didn’t want to be but a robot acting upon preplanned moves and motives. No, this fight would be spur of the moment, it would be instinctual, and as long as she made the pathetic alpha bleed, she would be satisfied.

As he finally came into sight, a sort of disturbing purr emitted from the black she wolf. To say that she was excited and eager would be an understatement. Her blood was hot, her muscles twitching, and if she could, she would have ripped out his throat in that very moment and left it as a present for his sorry excuse of a sister. But, she would not. He was calm, collected, and very, very eager and she would be play the game of patience even if she didn’t want to. She would match his deadly calm and would not rush into things. No, this would be sweet and slow, and though the fight would be torturous in making her more and more excited, the outcome that would push her over the edge into glorious victory would be beyond sweet,

“Goliath,” She replied, his name rolling off her tongue smooth as velvet but with deadly undertones. She chuckled darkly as his teeth were finally shown and she could tell he was getting closer to finally attacking. She watched with dancing eyes as he lunged forward, his weight hitting her side and though she stumbled to the side, she was able to regain her footing and in an instant she had flung her head back around towards him, her maw open as she aimed to clamp down on his form, dying for the taste of flesh and ultimate blood.

Words : 527
Muse : High
Tags : @zenith
Notes : Sorry this took so long!