Come take a walk on the wild side

Cataleya. Of course she'd gone and gotten herself lost again. It was just something she did. She'd done it right after they'd killed and devoured their siblings and she'd done it again once they'd dismantled the pack that had taken them in. That wasn't something that worried Demyan, she wasn't not difficult to find. How could she be when she spent nearly every waking moment killing every single living thing in sight. Her predictability made her easy to track, giving the beast of a boy all the time in the world to practice his hobby; torture. It was the most exquisite form of entertainment he had ever had the pleasure of being introduced too. It was his absolute favorite thing to do. He never missed a chance to partake in it. Whether it be a half dead hare, an injured deer, another mauled wolf, whatever the creature was, if it was close to death, Demyan would be there to prolong it as much as he could. There was nothing that was off limits as far as his torture went. Anything and everything was fair game, which made the game that much more exciting. He was a cynical and twisted brute and he loved it.

When he wasn't out making the rest of the world wish he?d never existed, he was tracking his lovely sister. Winter had just set in, so her first heat had just made its appearance, making her scent that much prominent to his sensitive nose. She must've known where she was going because her scent trail hardly strayed anywhere else except towards the place he was in now; Alacritis. A few wolves along the way had been kind enough to inform him about this new land, though some had needed a bit more persuasion, the kind he had been more than kind to provide. Apparently a number of packs lived on this expansive territory, each having claimed their own piece. Among the claimed pack lands were plenty of unclaimed lands where a hoard of unknown scents mingled together. There were so many wolves here. He couldn't have found a more perfect place. Surely where there were a lot of wolves there had to be those that were dying? He didn't doubt it. After finding his sister he would scour around for bit, looking for those knocking on death's door to keep them from passing through the door that quickly.

There. Cataleya's scent. It was undeniable, the hint of blood that always tainted it and now with her heat it had a sickly sweet taste to it, one he was sure would attract any wandering idiots near her. That was unacceptable. He was the only one allowed near her. She belonged to him and no one else. Any brute stupid enough to stop within ten feet of her was sure to get his throat ripped out in the blink of an eye. Fools. Demyan picked up his space, steel grey coat rippling powerfully atop his solid bulk, cyan blue eyes darting across the path before him. His surroundings were strange. There were willows all around him, some bent with age, others barely getting to that point. Little streams, varying in sizes wriggled their way around the roots of the trees, soaking his paws whenever he passed through ones that weren?t entirely frozen. Of all places to end up in, she had to choose this one. It wasn?t so bad once he thought about it though. It was the perfect place to bring about murder and blood; corruption at its most basic. The deeper he walked into the new territory, the stronger her heady scent became. But not only that. Her heated scent was accompanied by those of two rogues, both males, similarities between the scents telling the gargantuan knight that they could be related. Brother perhaps? Obviously they were both idiots if they thought they were going to be able to try anything with his sister. If she didn?t get to them first, they would surely hope that she would?ve.

Picking up his pace, Demyan charged towards the origin of the three scents, his massive paws silent against the cold earth, talons leaving heavy imprints in his wake. These idiots. The hellion would have fun with them. And then he saw the trio. Cataleya?s light grey pelt was unmistakable, her markings clearly distinguishing her to her brother. The other two brutes stood before her, both bathed in similar brown shades, though their markings varied. He could see the resemblance between the two. Not that was anything that would protect them from him. The giant thundered into the crowd, crown head high, onyx tipped plume curled dominantly over his haunches, cyan blue gems hardened over like steel. Cataleya. His gaze moved to her first, her name like reprimand as it fell from his mighty jaws. He turned his attention to the two brutes before him, using his massive frame as a physical barrier between his sister and the two idiots, barely catching the end of the ring leader of a brother?s words to his sister. How about you and your little minion there turn around and walk away before I separate you from your most precious organ and use it a chew toy? came his rumble of a growl. He easily towered over all three, his dominating and threatening presence heavy in the air. He made no idles threats and his lips curled back slightly over his white lips, displaying the points of his sharpened daggers, the daggers he?d used on more than one occasion to separate flesh and shatter bones.