:;A Fresh Kill;: ||Open||

[::Agito::]

The murky white wolf, with soft black stripes kissing his fur stood in the snow a young buck at his feet, its breathing shallow as its red life force seeped from the wounds on its neck and stomach. The male was well aware that these lands were occupied, the scents of numerous wolves atop this mountain were almost impossible to miss.

The buck was an easy catch, the yearling abandoned by his heard on the mountain. It had been almost too easy for Agito’s liking. A strangled breath from the buck rung out and Agito growled, his whiskers rising. In a swift movement he was on the buck, his powerful jaws around the animal’s neck. With a quick jerk and strong bite he crushed the animals windpipe, its body jerking for a moment before it was completely still.

“Oh yes,” he grinned to himself “Agito will not be hungry today.”

[[[[[Avery]]]]]

//Keep in mind... I am too lazy to go get my table, so meh.... and yes, I am posting on Avery's account, because I'm too lazy to log out of this one, and log onto Buell's.//

Pale white paws kissed the scorched desert grain that covered the Hell known as Dura. Elongated, alabaster tinted pillars moved in rhythmic movements o'er the heated ground, while muscles beneath exotic fur rippled graciously. Void obsidian orbs held an expression of hostility in their devoid depths, while the rest of the demon's bodice followed with expressions of hatred and the want for solitude. Though his wish would go without grant, for now he was the alpha brute of a desert land... not just some loner who kept to himself, doing whatever he pleased. Though he did enjoy his power, the majority of his time he missed the simpler days... back when he could preform his seances every night without a single disturbance.

Now, he and his pack were in their earlier stages, when the demon did not have to worry about keeping track of large amounts of other wolves. Now he could just walk around, make sure they knew who was boss, and then at the end of the embark on his usual seances, keeping himself entertained, and feeding his mediumistic urges he could not control.

Though occasionally, he would have to do more than just monitor his pack's progress and attitudes. Lately more wolves had been venturing into the pack lands... which meant more time taken out of his day. Oh, and how over joyed he was at this fact. He still committed to his duty, however, doing a sloppy round over the border of his land, then calling it quits for the day.

Today, however, while making his lazy rounds, a strong, powerful scent burned in the demon's nostrils. His nose crinkled, and a growl rumbled like thunder in his throat. Someone had been hunting without their alpha... and obviously didn't call to offer him a piece. Ungrateful mortals they were. Buell had sacrificed his pleasure to babysit them all day every day... and this was the thanks he got? Perhaps he would sick one of his demon friends on them... that would teach them a lesson, no doubt.

The demon glided at a slow pace over his scorched pack lands, slowly, and casually making his way to the source of the copper scent. All the while his muscles tightened, and his muzzle was wrinkled in distaste... the expression growing more disgusted as the scent grew stronger. And eventually, he reached the point where the scent could not grow any stronger... this was when the male came into sight.

It was an unfamiliar male, with a haggard, alabaster coat, currently stained with the blood of a deer. A sudden anger flared up inside the alpha male as he realized that there was a rogue, trespassing on his land, and stealing his damned food. His eyes narrowed, before he allowed himself to step farther forward, his expression dominant, and his eyes extremely hostile. You dumb son of a whore... How dare you steal my food! The demon snarled with a remarkably deep voice... before charging over, and thrusting his weight toward the white brute in an attempt to knock him over. The demon lowered his head, grabbed hold of a very large chunk of meat, and ripped it out with the help of his incredibly strong jaws. He took a moment to back away from the male to gain a somewhat safe distance, before deliberately sitting down, and growling over his share. This is my food. And unless you plan on eating the rest of that buck.... you will work for me. He snarled through thick jaws and bloody teeth... his curled tail thrashing violently, and powerful muscles flexed.

[Vegas]

Sapien male trotted forth. He had been more hungry than usual lately and so he had been a little more savage and cruel. His grey maw opened slightly, his nares flaring for scent. Blood. Buell. Tresspasser. He snarled at the third scent. It was another male, one that Damon did not know. He lurched forward into a run that carried him quickly. His paws tapped the earth with near silence.

He soon came upon the hot sands of Cardinal Way and smiled as he realized Buell's scent was growing incresasingly stronger. He pushed himself to go faster. The sapien slowed his pace as Buell came into sight in the distance. Damon stopped his gate as soon as he was within five feet. He bowed respectfully to Buell with a wolfish smile and then growled, turning his full attention onto the other. His name, Damon did not know, however Buell didn't seem to appreciate his presence, so Damon would not either.

A low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. However, Damon dare not speak before his alpha did. It would show disrespect. He concealed his teeth and snorted briefly. He looked at the kill that Buell had seemed to claim over the worm waste in front of him. He shook his head, his pointed ears flopping, then snapping back into place. His golden brown eyes looked intently, dangerously, at the other. He still awaited Buell's response to his presence.

All the while, Damon just sat down and bent his head toward his rump. His hind leg raised and his paw raked his neck in a scratching motion. 'Damn insects.' the male thought gruffly and sat perfectly still, like a statue, his brown eyes staring deep into the opposing male like he was able to burn holes through him, though, of course, he knew he could not do that. Damon yawned with slight boredom. Was there going to be a fight or not? He came here to assist his mighty leader in one. Or was he just here waisting his time? Suddenly, a jackrabbit bolted from a nearby bush, Damon resisted the urge to chase and stayed put.