Tsarvix Tsarvix found himself wandering back to Boreas on regular occasion to return to that wonderful orchard full of tender, fermenting fruit. He couldn't help but feel like he was betraying his Empire somehow by indulging in such a past-time, but he took the visions he saw while under their influence as a grand acceptance by Abraxas for his desires. It was a long walk from the castle, and he'd come to find a mid-way point at the deluge to rest and drink before heading north into the sparse desert. This time as he bent his head to lap at the pond's surface, a low rumbling growl came from a nearby thicket of bush. It began slowly, rocketing sharply in pitch until it had developed into a piercing hiss of fury. Tsarvix lifted his head very slowly as to not startle the thing, turning his body to face the snarling creature. There before him stood a mighty King Cheetah, it's fur puffed in anger as it faced off against him. From just behind the cat came the quiet mews of kittens, and Tsarvix's chest tightened in anxiety as he realized the gravity as his situation. This cat was a mother, and it was not going to let him simply walk away. He lowered himself to the ground - though to set his defenses rather then to show submission. He was too close already to the cat's den, nothing he could do would stop the cat from seeing him as a threat. He waited until the cat was primed to strike, and before launching himself against it let loose a shrill short howl of desperation. Hopefully someone was nearby to hear. "Speech." "You" "Think"

His fight with Zee left him angry and uncertain. He was struggling to process what he had done wrong, and the way she had reacted to it. He decided that what she needed was some space, and after achieving permission from Deathbelle, he made his way outside pack lands, and into the desert. Not long into his trek, he caught the scent of a Cheetah, and tilted his head in curiosity, sniffing at the ground. Deathbelle already had a glorious Leopard coat, and a cheetah's would be shorter furred, and shorter height. Deathbelle wouldn’t need it, especially with the thick sheep’s coats he was hunting down for her, to line her nursery with. No, his thoughts turned to Zee, a woman he had admitted a friendship to, before she had spurned him. He didn’t know how to deal with woman, friend or otherwise. Perhaps something that would help would be a gift, and well a Cheetah’s coat might be lesser than the gifts Deathbelle had already received it would be the height of luxury for a slave. He stalked the cat, past barren bushes and hot sand, until he approached her den. He was close when the howl of another wolf wracked the air, and he winced and growled silently at the loud sound of it. Great, this man was going to ruin his element of surprise. Ignoring the call for help, he continued forward, searching for the female.. And there she was, and he understood the danger. He smirked, realising he could get help tackling down the large chat, and play it off as being the hero. He wouldn’t have to fight for the spoils that way. The titan pushed himself from coiled muscles and tackled the Cheetah before it could pounce the wolf, driving it to the ground before it flipped and landed heavily on his side, driving the breath from him. With a wheezing growl he tried to claw the beast off him, and twisted his head, trying to pull it close enough ot his maw that he could sink his saber teeth into its flesh. Word count: 349 "Speech"

Tsarvix It felt like he'd stared down the cat for hours, but in reality it was only mere moments from his howl to the giant barreling into the fight. He met the cat with his enormous weight, intercepting it's pounce. Tsarvix heavily considered his options here. He could run. The titan was obviously strong enough to make it out alive in the tussle, and even if he didn't... he didn't smell of Abraxas. Tsarvix had no loyalty to this brute. However it was hard to imagine a soldier of the Empire running scared from a fight, and if he wanted to earn his promotion then he'd need to pull himself together and do his part in the battle he'd started. The cat swatted with fury-driven might at the beast, pinning him to his side. The chocolate male zipped into the fray, jaws parting to bite upon the cat's tail and pull. It'd keep him well out of reach of the claws, but still hopefully give the other man some breathing room. His attack was successful and the cheetah whirled towards him. It lashed out towards his neck, and Tsarvix recoiled in horror as he felt it's claws swipe into his thick fur. This was it, he was going to die. Luckily, the cat's claws had not gone for his artery buried deep inside. In his panic he'd turned his head and the blow landed instead on the far side of his neck, deep towards his shoulder. It burned hot as the claws withdrew, but Tsarvix swallowed the pain to launch forward and grab hold upon it's retreating forepaw and bite down. He heard the bones crunch beneath his jaws, but did not let go. Total Word Count: 911 "Speech." "You" "Think"

He was heavier then the cat, but the way it had managed to twist on top of him as they fell, had given it an advantage. If he had managed to hold it under him as he pounced, this fight might already have been over. He underestimated the desperation of a mother cat, defending its young. Now that it was upon him, despite his greater size, It still weighed enough that getting it off him was going to be tough, and its sharp claws dug into his coat in multiple places. He could feel small cuts that bleed lightly into his coat, before the cat whirled, and was off him. With a grunt that man threw himself to his feet as fast as he was able, and looked to the fight. The man he had ‘saved’ had intervened, and drawn the cat off him. He was almost thankful, if all his emotional investment hadn’t been in Zee. with blood running through his coat, and a wildness in his eyes that came from more then just this battle, he would look for an opening. As the cat launched an attack and tried to retreat, the chocolatey male grabbed for its forepaw. Seeing his chance, the titan threw himself into the frey again, aiming first with his fangs, which where his greatest tool of combat. He latched onto its back, trapping it between him and Tsarvix with its paw in the grasp of one, and its rump under the fangs of Sirius. His two front paws lay upon its back to balance himself and hold it down. He tasted blood as his long saberteeth tore flesh, and the creature bucked wildly and in fear. It managed to smack him under the chin and he lost his grip in its coat, and is his teeth came free its second buck threw him, smacking his chin hard and clamping his muzzle shut with the impact, and he tasted blood as he bit his tongue. This was suppose to be an easy battle, and he let loose a blood curling snarl as his anger rose to its boiling point. Total word count: 1265 "Speech"

Tsarvix The brute lunged back into the fight, and Tsarvix felt the cheetah flail madly as his sabre fangs found purchase in it's skin. The cat's paw was torn from his jaws in the struggle, and Tsarvix backed away from the wildly swiping claws. The titan roared in anger as his grip too was displaced, and the chocolate male knew that one of them needed to get the cat pinned before it's protective fury caused some true harm. He launched himself back towards the cat, throwing hims smaller self up to grab hold upon it's already-marked back with his much smaller jaws, pinching the skin hard and pitching himself to the ground with all his weight. The cat screamed in agony as it was directed hard onto the ground, it's body impacting against the dirt and blowing tufts of dust up into the chocolate male's face. He squeezed his eyes shut against the sharp particles, a growl bubbling up deep from his chest. Tsarvix was in no position to deliver the kill blow, but he'd seen the ferocious jaws the stranger possessed and hoped he could use them skillfully enough to end the mother's life quickly. The cat squirmed on the ground beneath his bite, kicking and flailing it's back paws to scratch mercilessly against Tsarvix's exposed underbelly. He whined in pain as warmth and heat tore across various spots on his pelt, but held on tight to the pinned cat through the assault. Total Word Count: 1506 "Speech." "You" "Think"

He had to give it to the chocolate man, he was fearless, and wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. As Sirius was reeling from his bitten tongue, blood both his and not dripping from his muzzle, the smaller wolf threw himself at the Cheetah, driving it to the ground with the force of his weight. The warrior realised that he needed to take it out before it could buck him free again, and if either of them let go, he could see the Cheetah fleeing with all its strength, unless of course it chose death over leaving its pups. Sirius didn’t want to lose that coat, and he was mad at hell at the pain it had already caused him. He leaped onto its neck, shoving it hard into the ground, before tearing it out with his elongated fangs. He tasted the rich warmth of its blood as he slowly pulled himself free from the corpse, and turned his eyes to the small forms of the puppies. Now, these would make gorgeous indevial little cuddle beds for a certain litter of puppies. Pushing out the eagerness in his voice - he didn’t know the nature of his combatant, he said. “They won’t survive without her” as through what he was doing was a mercy, before he carefully ended the lives of each and every one of them, making care not to ruin their small coats in the process. He stood there then, debating if he should wait for the man to leave, before he eagly took his spoils back him with him. “Your lucky I heard your howl, I’m Sirius by the way” he said, keeping his voice pleasant. "Speech"