There was little that was said to be able to come before Oblivionic scorned and even live long enough to tell the tale, or even catch another breath. And luckily for all that lived in Anikira, none came forward to get in the way of the rusty juggernaut making his way like a steam engine through the white tipped lands. There was determination marked in every stride and the roil of sinew and muscle pounding beneath a sleek red coat, the way claws gouged at the earth with a merciless stab and everything, both plant and animal fell out of his way.
He brought with him the insane foreboding of a warrior on the hunt of his prey, and with scents everywhere that told him every location, every stop, every piss this sorry animal took proved just how easy it was for the beast to find her. Jaws grinding together, audibly sawing at one another till the teeth gave way and ground mercilessly, yet he would not stop for - in his anger - he relished the pain as one might a fine glass of Merlot.
His reckless parade was bringing him closer and closer to a fated battle that had been years in the making, he could smell it, feel it in the blood that pulsed in his ears. And he had met next to no resistance, a runty patrol here and there. The crazed glint in his eyes, cold and golden, and the smear of blood across his lips, spread into a grotesque sneer of sorts, all telling that none of those poor souls would ever see the light of a beautiful day ever again. A day like this. Oh, it was a day to die.
He came upon the fields next, so vast and spreading far along the borders of Anikira and for a long while the wicked creature stood there and just looked out onto it's vaulting beauty and could not help the pang of bitter jealousy rattle through his hate-poised form. The air around him suddenly boiling hot. Yes, today was his day for vengeance. The crazed brute, so perfect and red against even his backdrop, lifted his gorgeous, deadly form and was suddenly running, running so fast that the impact drove shocks through his shoulder and spine, jaws open and saliva flying haphazardly from glistening tusks. He sensed her nearby...
She would not be all that hard to recognize. The infamous whore herself, was around here somewhere. Oh how it enraged him, knowing she was so close. He would cut the formalities and the bullshit when he found her. It was business time.
Deft paws slipped with rare style down the steeping slopes of the Kinath. The crisp winter breeze made him shudder from time to time, but the tiny brute was determined to make it down the mountain as quickly as possible. He was supposed to have gone out to alert the other packs to Aldgar's shift in alpha along with Meikou, but so far that had yet to happen. On top of the cold generally being too great for the Arabian to willingly set out in, the beta female seemed to have disappeared. He wasn't sure where she'd gone off to, nor did it really matter at the moment. Right now Kadhi's mind was rather one tracked.
"Frickin' wind!" he snapped when yet another gust ruffled his short pelt, blowing snow into his eyes. He paused momentarily to shake himself clean before again continuing the treacherous path to flatter ground. At least the lower he got the easier it was to breath. It was warmer too. Just a little further and he'd be off the cliff face and into the plains. Chamoru was always much warmer than the Oriens. Being a desert breed with a personally poor taste in home environment, he was very much looking forward to the sun.
Of course, the moment he finally set food on solid ground would also be the moment he caught wind of a stranger's presence. Pausing, all senses were alert as he sought out the source of the sound. As Lead Warrior it was his job to protect the pack lands (even if he still would have preferred to be the hunter). So when he spotted the big red blob charging straight for him, his instincts instantly had him on edge.
"Yo! Asshole!" he barked out, trying to stand as tall as he could. Even at full height he was rather puny compared to most of the fluffy breeds. The few extra inches his large ears gave him didn't exactly hep when it came to intimidation either. So instead he had to settle for his usual cocky sneer as he stood his ground and waited for the stranger to run smack into a boulder. "The hell ya doin' tryin' ta charge into Aldgar territory?"
A spark of brutal lightening erupted in the invisible lines of tension that suddenly leaped up between Oblivionic, and the mouthy brute drawing closer to him. The red beast seemed to halt dead the moment Kadhi's words shattered his reverie, spotting him immediately and not wasting any time trying to find the venom to counteract the scrawny appearance. (Compared to Oblivionic, anyway.)
No it was on his tongue with the readiness of one whom had seen a confrontation coming, dripping swiftly and ready like a trained warrior and their weapon. Oblivionic's blood-stained sneer turned up, tugging his lips up sadistically and displaying the maddening fury that raged inside of him with the intensity of a brewing storm. But his mind was drawn elsewhere when the enemy spoke, (Right now, everyone was an enemy.) and again the brute found his lips tugging even further into psycho shadows that seemed to dance along his face, even in the bright of day in this sickly sweet plain.
"Don't act so surprised. Resistance in infiltration was minimal, little shit. You are more than welcome to prove me wrong."
The fur along his spine rippled, a sharp sail of red and white that rose viciously along his nape and ruffled his face into straight pins of fur. A smile turned into something devastating and jaws ripped open in a spray of saliva as Oblivionic dared the brute further. He was never this hostile on first encounters, but, Kadhi had interrupted his search. And as the invisible female scent slowly disappeared into the cold, the scrawny little prick was left to feel Oblivionic's already infuriated wrath.
The stranger painted an awfully frightening picture. The blood on his face was nothing more than the cherry on the top, raised hackles, large build, and deadly sneer representing one ugly, angry creature. Maybe if Kadhi actually had some sense in that pea sized brain of his he would have picked up on the obvious threat. Instead he puffed his chest out just a little more, head held high as he rolled his eyes. He had a habit of always picking the stupid decision, whether it be climbing mountains in the dead of winter or picking fights he was destined to lose. Why had Siscarm appointed him to lead warrior again?
And what was he even fighting for here? Aldgar still wasn't thriving. If anything, they'd went from a useless female leader to a useless old one. So what if it was both sexist and ageist? It was true. At least if he'd been appointed alpha he would have set about trying to make the pack into something. It was about damn time they pulled heir heads out of their asses and stormed the continent, showing all of Anikira that they weren't the isolated pack hidden behind the safety of a few mountains. So what if he'd chickened out and let the alpha title fall to the position of the much wiser old male? As top warrior, he could still do things his way. The Arabian held some form of power, and right now he was gonna wield it to its fullest. It was just unfortunate that the first wolf he found that needed to be caught a lesson was also a creature that could probably squash him to death just by sitting on him.
"Surprised?" The little bastard scoffed. "Only thing that's got me surprised is that you'd be dumb enough ta climb up a mountain in winter. Ya got half a brain er somethin'? Last time I found someone as dumb as you around here, the poor bastard was already dead." Kadhi always had had a bark that was worse than his bite. Either the stranger would catch on and admire his spirit, or he was in for one hell of an ass-whopping. And it would all be in the defense of a pack that was on the verge of death to begin with... Even if Aldgar didn't, at least he himself would go down in a blaze a glory. Not that Kadhi had any intention of dying, of course. He'd already lived through hell. Sure he was a little reckless, but when things got too tough or dangerous he generally found a way out, a way back to life.
Something flickered passed Oblivionics white eyes, the usual blankness of his facade momentarily cracked and he forced his lips not to snarl again. With a kind of bitter humor he reflected on how there were many brutes like this one, wandering the world with only their barks to back them up. Sure Oblvionic was a prick, but he didn't barge head long at someone and call them foul names just for the sake of it. Let alone someone twice his size. Some called it bravery, he called it stupidity.
"Are you blind, midget? Do I, look dead to you?"
His voice cracked huskily, the main words drawn out with savage distaste. Let the little one push. He didn't care what pack he was from, or what purpose he had to fill for it. He could have gone around it in a more orderly fashion. Not shove his signed and ready to be given death wish warrant in his face. With another sneer, Oblivionic smiled at his humorous thoughts again. He could say the same thing to the brute, and probably show him as well. Alas, his red tipped sail relaxed somewhat as he stepped a paw closer to the small male, a dangerous smile gracing his lips and a crazy glint in his orbs.
"Well, do I?"
He whispered, his head twisting into a contorted cock. His putrid breath would plague the brutes senses at this proximity, as well as give him a chance to make the first strike. If he didn't, Oblivionic would definitely have the pleasure of doing so.
The insult rolled off the Arabian's back with ease. Midget? Really? Cracks at his height had been so common in his past that he never really thought much of them. Sure he was small. That wasn't his fault. For an Arabian, he was actually pretty well sized: not the largest out there, but certainly not small either. The downside was that fluffier wolf species tended to be large in general. Where he was from, that big body and thick coat would have a fella dying from heat stroke (never mind the fact that his very short pelt would most likely be the death of him if he kept living in mountains).
"Ya look like you could use a breath freshener," he quipped, turning his head away with a wrinkle of his nose. Never mind that the dangerous male was practically on top of him. The putrid stench gaping from the beast's opened mouth was enough to make Kadhi's stomach flip. Sneer turning up the corners of his lips, he had to force himself to stop breathing if he wanted to keep up the idiotic facade. "What the hell do ya eat? Shit?"
Despite their closeness, the little male still chose to attack with his words. He really wasn't a fighter despite his rank. He failed to pick his battles, rushing headlong into anything that looked remotely like a challenge. Sure, he'd wizened up some since he'd first joined Aldgar. It wasn't the sort of wisdom that would keep him out of these sticky situations though... Kadhi had a penchant for starting trouble; it was amazing that so far he'd always managed to make it out alive.
His lips remained half curled up in a toothy sneer, making his yellowed fangs painfully obvious. His hackles were half-raised and his tail remained parallel to the ground. It was only a warning stance, but it would seem that the little brute had not taken the hint. Unfortunately, the thought was cemented as Kadhi lashed out again with a snappy insult.
"Run along, kid. "
It was a last ditch effort to try and make the small male see sense. Sure he was only doing his job, which Oblivionic did admire to some extent. But his smart mouthing would not highten this admiration, but only hinder it. Perhaps, if Kadhi had some resemblance of maturity, Oblivionic might have just calmed down. One could be intimidating with only words, but it was clear that the small brute did not hold such skill.
Oblivionic didn't either. But his viscous displays usually did the trick. Of course it didn't always work, but sometimes, that was part of the fun. Sure Oblivionic had had his ass kicked a few times, but not enough to bring down the twisted longing for the painful adrenalin and the relentless nagging to bring others down in a glorious display of blood and pride. Then Kadhi turned away from him, and spat out his last retort.
Oblvionic fully cracked, his red sail prickling to full height again, and that lingering sneer turned into a deadly snarl. Like lighting his rushed forward, jagged fangs snapping in an attempt to snare Kadhi's nape in their wake. If that failed however, the sheer force of his bulky frame connecting with his would be enough to show the midget that Oblivionic had nothing left to say. With words that is.
