Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches

They moved like wraiths, like reapers intent on severing the souls from those that opposed them and the night felt alive with the tension.  One by one their family amassed on the border.  The whole night seemed to heave and shiver with the weight of their presence all in one place and eager for bloodshed.  She chuckled when the alpha of the pack finally appeared.  He was of a fair size and age but he was built like a fragile little waif and had the most ridiculous mane coming off of his head.  Long, strange hair that made him look like some half-bred horse… like prey.  He put on a good show but she sensed the nervousness and she watched with delight as her brother laid out their terms.

She grinned at Kaine, eager to join the bloodshed.  They had a target sitting here just begging be taken and she didn't feel like waiting.  She'd been reigning herself in since they'd moved to this land, instead focusing her intent on bearing and raising her first litter and now that that was past she was ready to raise a little hell.

To her surprise the mortal seemed intent on fighting to the death and singling out Amon to do battle with him.  She scowled as the scum dared to motion to the rest of the gathered Abraxas.  Stating that the battle would be one on one.  

“Unless you are such a coward that you must do your dirty work in a pack, bullying others into listening to you?”

She knew her brother's pride and immediately spoke up with a barking, mocking laugh. "Jealous?" She purred. "It's not a mark of weakness but one of leadership.  Don't blame us that you can't project enough of a presence to garner such loyalty.  Why should we cast aside our strength and our bonds because you fail to match it?"  She turned to her brother. "Let us maim this wretch and leave him a bloody mess for his family to find.  Five on one ought to make for a fine sport, perhaps a little competition?"  They could leave him a bloody mess and come back in a days time to see if the fool had reconsidered Amon's most generous offer.  What could she say… she preferred to work slow. "I was hoping this show of force would include some suffering…  I kind of want to make it slow. Why give the long-haired rat the luxury of going in one fell swoop?"  She glanced to Andras.  He was known for his cruelty, surely he agreed?

Amon would speak and Pyralis would scowl.  Typical men.  "Brother… why is it you can never share?"  She let out a laugh.  He moved to leave and she sighed.  She knew it was pointless to argue but she hoped that maybe he'd reconsider his words and turn around so they could do this together.  However, once Amon's pride was at stake all bets were off. "Fine, take this piece of shit and teach him a lesson.  I will enjoy watching him writhing on the ground in agony.  Ashiel, do me proud and leave a blood bath in your wake.  Find this pretty woman of our alpha's and help our family make an example of her.  As for the kids well… I know some cannibals we can feed them to. Asharya, follow me."

Turning her back on the scene she moved to follow her brother, praying for his success.  If he failed… she would take on the mantle like a hungry beast.  She would kill the alpha, conquer the pack and any whose scents her bretheren recognized would be maimed on sight.  In some ways… this alpha better hoped it was he who died.

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