Night of Horrors

[wrath]

The attack was simple. Short. Surprisingly, the Alpha went down without hardly much of a fight. Wrath’s vicious jaws closed around Xin’s throat cutting off air immediately. The brute attempted a yelp but all that left his shut off throat was a gagging, choking sound. Wrath smirked and wiggled her teeth into his flesh further. Xin attempted a whimper while trying to claw at the femme that became a growth upon his neck. Blood flecked upon Wrath’s face, but she paid it no heed. The brute’s eyes were beginning to bulge and Wrath knew he would not last much longer. Moments ticked by in which Xin gave pathetic attempts to free himself. Wrath, however short, held on. She would not let go. Her teeth and jaws were made for this. She could cling onto just about anything and no matter how hard that anything tried; it would have an extremely difficult time releasing her.

Eventually, Wrath let go and stood back to smirk smugly down at her kill. “I win, brute.” She cackled and dug into his stomach cavity and began to rip his body apart. He would make for a decent meal. Normally Wrath was not of the cannibalistic type, but she was ravenous after the run and the adrenaline rush of the kill. After a good while, with very little of Xin’s body still left, Wrath took another step back from the body to observe the damage. “Hum. For an Alpha, he wasn’t very strong. Although, not many can win a fight against me. Points for him for realizing that and just laying down and giving up.” Grinning sadistically, a thought occurred to Wrath.

“I should bring deal ol’ Ardemu a treat back. He can’t refuse my worth and skill after I bring him… the head of an Alpha!” Wrath threw back her head giving a forceful, haunting laugh. “Even Astar, that bitch, will bow down before me!” She roared and lunged forward starting with the neck. In no time at all, Wrath’s muzzle pulled back from the carnage. The entirety of her face, muzzle, chest, and front paws were covered in gore. Flesh, meat, fur, and blood. The feeling caused Wrath’s eyes to roll back with the thought of what she had done. It was not a feeling of shame, no never! It was a feeling of the most pleasurable desires fulfill!

Throwing back her head, the air carried her message, “I Wrath, Rouge of Anikira, have killed your precious former leader upon his own territory, no less! In time, you will meet face to face with us, the Rouges of Anikira! If you do not fear us yet, then it is best you learn. We are a force you can not win against. It has been proven here at this stop, on this day! Submit to the Rouges of Anikira and you may live with your lives! Until next times, foolish Pack Wolves.”

[/i] Laughing, Wrath went around the area marking it with her pee scent laying claim to the kill zone. It was her’s. She owned it now. Grinning yet again, Wrath padded up to the decapitated form of the former leader Xinelil. Marking his body as her’s, Wrath squatted over the brute’s head and even placed claim upon that. “Farewell Pack Wolves. I shall be seeing you soon, no doubt.” Laughing more, Wrath grasped the head in her jaws by the scruff and padded off into the distance. Head and tail were held high with pride and smugness.[/blockquote][/size]

[kadhi]

Kadhi padded forwards in a blind rage, refusing to believe what he'd heard not long ago. Xinelil was stepping down? Xinelil was abandoning them? "F***in' coward! You're a f***ing coward boss!" His voice echoed off the trees, falling on deaf ears. His alpha had abandoned him, and he hadn't even gotten a proper goodbye. After everything that'd happened, everything they'd been through... The Arabian brute would not accept it. Not until he confronted the former alpha.

Unfortunately, such an action was currently impossible. A feminine howl froze him in place, its message blood curdling. The words "Rogues of Anikira" rang in his mind, whether it from the repetitiveness of the bitch's howl or from his own confounded disbelief. Kadhi couldn't move, breath, think. Xinelil had been slaughtered like a farm cow, left unprotected and vulnerable by his own cowardice. Maybe if he hadn't fled from his pack, his family, he'd still be alive. Maybe if he'd taken the time to say good bye he would have had backup, reinforcements, a chance for his blood to not be spilled in vain.

The need to breath finally overrode his shock paralysis and the brute inhaled deeply. He chocked and sputtered on the air, trying to get his bearings. His mind was suddenly working in overdrive, churning this new information at warp speed. Xin was death. A rogue had killed him. From within the territory. Xin was dead and there were rogues in the land. Aldgar was at risk. It was all Xinelil's fault. All Xinelil's freaking fault. In anger Kadhi sent up a cry of his own, full of bitter hate and disappointment. "You're a frickin' bastard Xinelil!"

Tears stung the corners of his eyes as he once again charged forward, his mission fueled by new will. The stench of that bitch, Wrath, began to tickle his nose. It mingled with the scent of his alpha, danced with the smell of blood. The closer he got to the scene of the crime, the more nauseating it became. His stomach churned, breaths coming in short gasps. He didn't care if Wrath was still around or not. He just... He needed to see it for himself.

Bursting into the clearing, golden eyes lighted upon the decapitated corpse of alpha, his boss, his friend. It was too much to take in all at once, the sight and stench dizzying. Without warning the contents of his stomach spilled themselves across the ground, further adding to the disarray. For several long minutes he stood there coughing, hacking, retching. The raw emotion was overwhelming, the senses repulsed by what he'd just seen. It couldn't be... No! Xinelil was not... Xinelil was dead and there was nothing he could do about it.

"A god damn f***ing bastard," he whispered, trying to compose himself. Tears ran freely down his face, unsuppressed. For the second time in his short life Kadhi had been broken. The first time had been when he'd failed Xinelil. This time it was because Xinelil had failed him. Slowly he dragged himself over to the ravaged remains, looking without really seeing. He was overwhelmed. His senses could not register any more sensory input. Maybe he'd just become immune to the disgusting scene of murder, cannibalism, and fun that was layed out before him. Either way, the small wolf stared down at what was left of his alpha.

Rage was in his eyes as he summoned the last of the liquid within him. With much effort he spat on Xinelil's corpse. Kadhi was fed up, and he didn't hesitate to show it. "Can't even look me in the eye," he mutter darkly, auds pinned tightly to his skull. He hated this. He absolutely hated this. He'd loved Xinelil with all his heart. The alpha brute was family. Family just didn't do this sort of thing! Family didn't disappoint! Family didn't inspire a love so strong it was borderline hate.

Slumping down, the Arabian sighed. He was at a loss of what to do. His rage was ebbing, morphing into its true form of intense sadness. His body felt weak, shaky, exhausted. He knew he could not bury the alpha on his own. A part of him didn't even want to touch the remains. Carrying Xin back to the dens was just out of the question. He knew he wasn't strong enough. Kadhi was no fighter. He was nothing but talk. He was a pup in an adult's skin. He was once again utterly useless to his pack. Soft whimpers fell from his maw as he stared vacantly at the destruction.

Minutes, hours maybe, were passed in quiet silence. He didn't want to stay, and yet he could not bring himself to leave. As sunlight finally began to peek over the horizon however, he knew he had to go. He had to get up. He had to move. He had to had to tell the others. Slowly but surely Kadhi rose to his paws, muscles stiff and achy. He stretched quickly before padding away from the scene in a daze. Only once did his pause, looking over his shoulder with sad eyes. "I love ya, man," he whispered. "Rest in peace..." He then turned and loped back toward the dens, fresh tears threatening to fall.