Just a little hunting...

It had been hard enough remaining calm but talking always helped Rudy.  He was pretty good at focusing in the now when he needed to and talking was one of his weapons.  That didn’t mean he had no weak spots.  As the wolf spoke of his dealings with Art the motley wolf felt the rage growing in him.  The attempt at calm demeanor was fading as he sucked in air deeper as he worked to restrain himself from acting rashly.  Rudy could act rashly so often and here was the hardest thing ever.  The cold glare that he gave Oxx should have been a weapon that dropped his dear brother dead in his tracks.

Oxx wasn’t done though, it wasn’t enough to tell him about Art but then he spoke of his sister.  He knew that she’d had a run-in with him also but again how much Rudy knew versus reality was hard to say.  Rudy knew well enough some things you never want to fully speak of and thus things could have happened no one wanted to share.  Then Bowen and a change happened, it went from talking about the past to the future.

Somewhere in that talk Rudy’s hackles had come up standing on edge, forehead scrunched up and while it was soft, it was a soft snarl that came in and out with each breath.  The desire to slay the beast was overriding and threatening to eat up the shreds of logic left in Rudy.  Logic was his only chance to try and get in one good attack but he wanted nothing more than to rip his neck open.

Oxx suggested ideas of what he might due to Rudy and that passed right by as nothing of importance accept.  Talking, it was words that kept him calmer and he needed them now.  If he wanted to indeed hurt the bastard he had to calm down.  Taking out the brute’s tongue did indeed sound a great idea.  When it was time to gang up on him Rudy would suggest they take out his tongue before the final blow.  The thought brought a tingle of some pleasure at the idea of hurting the one who hurt his family.  Hurt him in revenge, kill him to protect them.  

Threatening him if he hurt Bowen would be empty air to him.  Rudy took a half step towards Oxx before stopping himself at the thought of him going near his sister.  He swallowed back the words he couldn’t live up to now.  Gloat about the future and the revenge they’d have could inspire Oxx to just kill him so that it couldn’t happen. His jaw moved, teeth making a clacking sound but he stayed in place.  Wait, wait for him to attack first.  The tongue had to go, his hate was growing each moment.  Rudy wanted to talk!! Nothing he had to say would be good.  A realization suddenly came, “Trying to see if you can goad me into attacking for fun now?  Your good,” grimly admitted. The words were practically choked out, they were his only link to thinking clearly Rudy had wanted to manipulate Oxx now he was toying with Rudy the same way.  Hell, it was working.  Rudy had never wanted to kill someone so bad.  He had never wanted to make someone suffer so bad.  Biting this wolf wouldn’t just be done by necessity but for how good it will feel to hurt him.

Rudy wanted him to hurry up and start the fight, he was tired of the game.  It was too important he hurt the one who had hurt his family and had the audacity to think he would get another chance.  Rudy would make sure they knew.  Bowen would be guarded whenever she went out.  If Oxx wanted to hurt her he’d have a fight against more than one wolf.  Rudy tried to calm himself with that instead of the horror of if he got Bowen.

Rudyard Carpathius