Post by alastor on Apr 19, 2008 12:43:05 GMT -5
The female’s stiffness made her such an easy target. It was almost pathetic that she didn’t have more of a kick in her to run or make it challenging for Alastor. Even a snappy comeback would make this all more memorable. Hunting other wolves was an adrenaline rush, but so far he didn’t think he needed the extra energy in his veins. It wouldn’t be hard to take her down with his usually abnormal speed and excellent hunting skills. Like a deer facing headlights she would be pounded into the ground with ease. His eyes glimmered with more malice as she became very submissive to him, as if giving into this sad fate. Unlike Raven she did have something to live for. They were both equally submissive, both could quickly be smashed under his paw, but unlike Raven she was more hesitant to die. It was obvious she had friends and allies that she wished to see again. What she was doing was simply a reaction to death. She did have a goal in life, making it acceptable to Alastor to kill her. He wouldn’t stop mid stride in his attack like he did with Raven. He would kill her with every force within his body and enjoy every second.
It was both a happy and unlucky sight as a new smaller female ran into the terrain towards Ithyph. He had sensed her before she had come into the scene, but decided not to stop her. The more, the merrier. It wasn’t like she was very opposing to him anyway. Actually, not many were very opposing to him, so he saw no threat with letting this female join the other on her deathbed. She reacted much differently than the other female, which reminded Alastor that not all wolves were alike. It made him happy she had a little spunk in her, scolding the wolf and then focusing her anger upon his skull. She really didn’t think she could win a battle against him, did she? Possibly she could scratch him or tear a little of his flesh, but in that time she would leave an area open and he would do twice that damage. She might have the other female’s life to motivate her, but at the same time he had his blood-lust to motivate him. Unlike many wolves he wouldn’t stop once he was injured. He would just keep on attacking till the other fell.
A thunderous laugh left his lips at the tiny female’s words sounded almost like an order to him. He cared less about her size, as everyone looked like the same slab of meat to him, but just her Alphess instinct to order someone was deeply amusing. His gaze focused on her, letting his blood-lust eyes roll over her small form and the glare flashing off her face. Just looking at her small body increased his thumping heart rate and made malicious thoughts like cracking her spine with his jaws come to mind. She couldn’t be serious?! His laughing ended abruptly as words spill out of his mouth in response to her. “You’re no longer in your lands, Rabbit. This is loner turf and you have no control over anyone here. You and your shaky friend should have stayed where you were, where you’re nice and safe. The moment you stepped into the meadow, is the moment you accepted the danger of other wolves.” he said with a grin taking a step closer to the Iranian female. Drool continued to pump out of the edges of his mouth, getting more and more excited to taste their blood on his lips. Sinking his fangs into their hides would also be very pleasurable and their screams that would echo through the meadow would make beautiful music…