Predator or Prey

Sirius · 02-01-2021, 11:58 PM

The Warlord's senses were wired and alive, feeling every twitch of the tiger beneath him, bracing himself for the way it attempted to buck at him. Digging his claws in deeper between tendons, making each moment the tiger made painful. As he bared its throat to the other wolf, he would notice the slight tinge of hesitation, there and gone again. Like a question struck into the air between them, before a decision was made. He dove in, and made the kill. Opening the creature's throat as the tiger bucked again, using the last of its strength in the motion.

The Warlord was almost unseated, but his razer-like claws dug in deep, and he rode the wave of motion out. As the creature settled, it let out a soft sound like a sigh, and fell limp beneath him. It had bled to death, and dretched the scarred wolf in the process.

The Warlord disentangled himself, climbing off the tiger with a weary sigh. Adrenaline trembled through his veins, even for the Warlord, a tiger was never a sure thing. The need to keep it from his family had driven him, but that threat was gone now.

Now, there was only Mikko. A stranger who’s attention was fixed on him, only a hair short from hostile. His blooded teeth so tight they were almost bared. The Warlord growled softly, rising himself back to his full height. He towered above the scarred wolf, and the comradeship that had woven between them from the shared fight would only go so far. This stranger wished to know who he was? Very well then.
“Sirius Fatalis, Warlord to the Armada. Protector of those in my domain… rider of tigers.” there wasn’t so much as a hint of laughter in his muzzle, but there was a softening in his gaze. They stood on a precipice, on one side was friendship, the other enmity. The Warlord offered one small gesture of humor, and left it to the other wolf to take it or drive his point home.

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