The Cannibalistic Event!

[alastor]

Fur going down his spine relaxed and his large head moved towards a different direction. All sounds coming from his jaws were silenced as his nose gently twitched sensing a different aroma in the air. He wasn’t too worried about Xaan now and his words about sinners. With Ardemu his ‘leader’ he was sure an attack against Alastor would be an attack against him. The male might not have the nobility or wish to sacrifice his life for his, but he was sure if Xaan leaped the blood-thirsty male would snarl or growl, giving him some kind of warning. Ears twitched towards this new direction too, focusing on some rubble to his flank. Everything was quiet, but as he took in the scents a gleam appeared in his eyes. Grinning cheek to cheek he realized it was the skittish female from beforehand. Robin had finally arrived…

Inside he was disappointed that Mouse hadn’t tagged along with her. This female didn’t seem last time as much of an opponent. She was fearful and nervous around his presence, yet he did enjoy that kind of reaction time to time. If he hadn’t grabbed Rabbit, his next potential target would have definitely been Robin. He had given her that name for a reason. She was weak, extra cautious, and appeared the most likely in Alya’s entire pack to run for the hills if necessary. The girl had a pride for her pack, but was still being pulled away by the thoughts of escaping or ‘chirping’ her head off for help.

Another foul scent reached his nose from the same direction that caught his interest. Whoever the wolf was, it didn’t reek of Zahir. That overall meant inside Alastor’s head that this was another loner either attracted by his blood or the chaos unfolding within this area. He would have moved from his spot to investigate if he hadn’t joined up with Ardemu. Now that he had ties with the male he felt the need to stay close unless order to do something else. And Alastor kept forgetting the pesky little wolf in front of him, wanting to punish the cannibal for his ‘sins’. Other than the word ‘sin’ nothing else had registered in the male’s mind. Mostly because he couldn’t care less about what he said. Talking wasn’t big with him, nor were most conversations. If he wanted to get his point across he’d have to attack Alastor.

His eyes were still trained on the rubble when the sound ‘boo’ reached his ears. Periodically, his brows raised, a little confuse of this gesture to scare Robin. This male really had to be out of the loop if he didn’t hear this gruesome scene developing. Alastor was all for taunting and scaring people, but when blood was about to be shed it didn’t seem like the particular time. Not seeing this oblivious wolf as much of a threat either his eyes shifted back to Ardeumu as if asking what he wanted him to do. Nothing was happening and the male didn’t want to make the first move without his consent. Hunting instincts were telling him to leave with Alya, dispose of her, and then return when everyone was ill prepared. He thrived on surprising people and it as obvious that he wouldn’t have that chance with all these wolves surrounding them.

[ithy]

As Ithyph watched the wolves carefully, a sudden boo from behind her was enough to blow the entire situation out of porportion. The femme leapt up from her hiding place, a frightened whimper escaping her maw as she stumbled over some debris. A stream of profanities escaped her maw in anger and irritation, something that rarely happened with Ithy. After all, this had been a rescue mission... But where was this wolf that felt the need to scare her out of her wits?

The multi-hued femme turned abruptly to spy a strange-looking creature behind her. It had the build of a wolf, but it was like nothing she had ever seen. She could tell that, although it held the appearance of a wolf or something like that, it was not. The scent was all wrong, and what of those strange stripes on its back? She didn't need this right now. One more creature that was threatening to her... It was driving her out of her mind.

What the hell is going on here?! she thought frantically, suddenly remembering that she had turned her back on Alastor and the other two frightening-looking wolves inside the building. She only hesitated for a moment to think. There was a dangerous looking creature that nearly made her fall over with a simple "boo" behind her, and three angry, blood-thirsty looking wolves that must've just noticed her presence while standing over the unconscious figure of her alphess in front of her. Either way, the odds were against her. It was not likely that she would get out of here alive as it was; with a strangled battle-cry, the femme vaulted over the wall, her eyes flashing angrily.

So these wolves thought it would be smart to kidnap her alphess? Ithyph snarled darkly, the fur on the nape of her neck bristling angrily as she stared deep into Alastor's cold, unfeeling orbs. She didn't care what the consequences of this would be...

Ithyph, any fear of the brutes before her disappearing from her body, launched herself across the rubble, her fairly well built body somehow avoiding stumbling over the debris that littered the earth. She had one goal- take down Alastor by whatever means necessarily. "You MONSTER!" she bellowed, her jowls open wide as she threw herself at his figure.

[alya]

The sound of an all too familar voice rang though the building, and a sudden sharp intake of air filled the wounded alpha's lungs. Pain went coursing through her frail body due to the sudden gasp, and her eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. "Ithyph!" she hissed as the breath was released, teeth gritted as she tried not to cry out in pain. Her head swam, and if she were a cartoon character there would be swirls where her eyes were located.

Alya's hopes of keeping her awake, alert condition a secret from the vicious brutes were now flushed down the toilet. Surely they had heard her speak, and if not, the pain was now too great that she couldn't help a small moan. It was clear that she was at least alert enough to know the jist of what was going on, and there was now a very good chance that she wasn't going to make it out of the run down building alive. After all, the brutes had no clue of how much she'd overheard, and with Ithyph now in the picture one or both of them would surely end up dead. Her packmate wouldn't be able to take down all of those brutes on her own, and the femme personally refused to go down without a fight. Her spirit was to strong for that. Her perfect world did not involve dying before she hit age eight, and if she could talk then surely she could still manage to stand her ground.

Gritting her teeth to the point that they felt like they would break if she bit any harder, Alya attempted to struggle to her feet. She gathered her paws beneath her and attempted to push herself up. She made it half way before letting out a rather audible groan and collapsed onto the ground again. Her body felt twice as crappy as it had when she'd done nothing but lay there. Alya was a determined little bitch though, and letting out a ferocious growl she forced herself to her feet. Her limbs shook beneath her as she attempted to walk out of the shadows, and she more so stumbled into view of the gathered crowd than anything else.

"Ithyph!" she hissed again, wobbling as her front paws gave out and her chest collided with the floor. She tried to force herself up again, panting and choking down a scream of agony. Tears stung her eyes as she clambored back to her feet, a glare on her face. "What the..." She paused to catch her breath. "...hell are you doing!?" She managed to hold her balance for a good few seconds before completely collapsing. She let out a yelp of shock and pain, and this time did not try to get back up. Pain coursed through every fiber of her muscle structure, and she wasn't sure she had the strength to get back up. Until further notice, she merely laid there in agonizing pain, glaring at Ithyph for her rash behavior, glaring at herself for her state of weakness, and glaring at those damned bastards for treating her like she was nothing more than a piece of meat.

[alastor]

A snarl came from his jaws as he watched Robin launch at him, a move he hadn’t been expecting from a wolf like her. Brain began to tick though, clockwork shifting at an incredible speed, moving his body from Ardemu’s side to dodge her attack. The chemicals in his blood buzzed, giving this killing machine the energy he would need if Ithyph continued to attack him. “A monster?” he chuckled, seeing the name more as a compliment. “Well thank you, Robin.” She better be prepared to die because it wouldn’t be like him to let her escape. Unless this situation began to develop into something different altogether, he wanted this female’s shredded body beneath his paws. No longer wanting to take the defensive he bared his teeth and lowered his head, beginning to do his customary circles. It was obvious he was looking for a weak spot or pushing her to just try and attack him again and leave her throat open. He was a hunter, he was a fighter, and he was a killer. He’d wait, with a sadistic grin on his features, and he would take his time making her suffer.

The only thing that would stop him is if Ardemu called him off or Xaan stole his attention. Then he’d back off or shift his body to face the male. His movements stopped periodically as he heard a familiar voice, yet he didn’t move his head. He could tell by her tone and the light beat of her feet that Rabbit was awake and kicking. Well, from what he could tell she wasn’t moving that quickly or fluidly. Alastor’s bashing on her small body had taken a toll and she still needed time to recover. How long had she been awake? That question drifted through his head for a few seconds, even if he didn’t let his blood-shot eyes flicker away from Ithyph. Had she heard Ardemu’s whole plan? Had she been faking it the whole time? These thoughts caused him to sneer, knowing that the power-hungry wolf wouldn’t let the cannibal have his fun. He’d assume Rabbit knew too much and wouldn’t give Alastor the chance of killing her…

He growled again, disappointed that he might lose his kill. His hunger wanted to devour her so bad, but he knew it would be foolish to shift his attention. With his back turned Robin would have an easy shot at his spine. It would be a mistake to pretend like the female wasn’t a threat. Before in the meadow she was a weakling that would kiss his paws to stay alive. Full of new hope and motivation, she was far more energized then before. Unless Alya’s sudden behavior triggered feelings in Robin to back off and try to aid her alpha, she wouldn’t give up in a fight.

Alastor couldn’t fully understand this companionship. If she would die for her alpha, what was to say after she lost a fight (maybe fatally injuring him in the process) that Alya would live? She could die from her injuries, another of the blood-thirsty wolves could kill her, or with Alastor’s last drop of life he cracked the small female’s neck? Personally, Alastor didn’t think Robin was thinking logically. Or maybe this was another form of blood-lust? A strange form indeed, where no one truly benefitted. Whatever. This was enough thinking to give him a head-ache. Pushing aside these confused thoughts he waited for a command, an attack, or even the smallest sound.