The scent of Vianni was intoxicating to the male. His behemoth form moved with dark purpose, intent on finding his bitch and keeping her from other males. Her heat would peak he knew, patients was the key. She would be begging before long and he would gladly rip into her. Her scent had already drawn in one unfortunate male, who laid out in his entrance, his neck torn open and guts splayed for all as the only warning. The black male had had the stupidity to come in and try to fight for what was the king's and only the king's. Vianni was his bitch and he wasn't sharing. The males head was close to ripped off from the frenzy he had been in earlier. the vicinity to Vi made him unwilling to do much but guard her day and night until she caved.

His nails clicked on the metallic floor of the ship as he moved. Muscles rippled with every move as he padded forward. His blood red eye narrowed on the path ahead of him, his pupils shrinking to mere dots inside his iris'. His ears pressed back as his breath came out in a cloud of white. His form moved past the entrance once more only to pause over the corpse of the male. A deep snarl emanated from deep in his chest at the thing. Frustration with Vianni thrown at the thing as he lunged, snapping its head up in his jaws and pinning the body under his paws. Head turned to the right as he pulled, sinew and bone sounding off in protest to his harsh treatment. It's head came off and he let the body fall, but the skull stayed in his jaws. His body moved then, powerful head even with his spine. The head he was intent on depositing outside his chambers on the broken window. It would be a warning for those that entered the bowels of his vessel.


ooc: the corpse is a npc killed by Lucifer in his thread with Vianni which takes place only hours before this

Paws drumming along the chilly ground, Iduma made his way along in a casual manner, Silver eyes scanning ahead in search of... well, anything at all really. This whole landscape was disappointingly barren, lacking in things that were not made of frozen water. He lifted his red-marked muzzle to the air, surprise etched on his face when the man caught the faintest whiff of someone else's scent not too terribly far off. How curious...

It wasn't till he crested a particularly large ridge - infuriating to climb with how slippery it was - that he caught sight of a massive metallic structure. Nose in the wind, he once more caught the scent, stronger this time. No, several scents... What was this he'd stumbled on? One was particularly... feminine. Consider his interest piqued.

Making his way towards the source of the smells, and finding that blood was mingled quite liberally with the fragrances of the other wolves, his pace slowed considerably as he made his way and climbed aboard the strange structure with a weary expression. Maybe he was curious who'd spilt all the blood that hung heavy in the air, or maybe the small of the female was drawing him in. Either way, he continued with careful steps, turning a corner to find himself faced with a massive brute indeed. Hell. Being both cautious yet bold, he approached just a bit closer, still far enough to evade the stranger who had likely heard his approach.

"Hello, hello? Anyone here in this home of the damned?" It sure did look like a demon was residing here what with the mangled remains he now spotted.