Gonna Kick Your Ass in the Face

The God was still searching for his dearest daughter. Her absence from his side was like a black hole eating away at him. His flesh. His sanity. His patience. Daughter, daughter, lamb to the slaughter! He felt the shudders of rage and longing wrack through his perfectly ivory body, muscle tensing and rippling under his thick pelt. It was enough to drive a man mad. But luckily – he was no man. It was only a matter of time before he found his quarry, and he knew he was close. No one escaped him. Not forever. Once she was found, she would experience just why she should have stayed where he left her, like a good little girl.

He was navigating the terrain with grace, seeking the north as he knew she would prefer the cold. Her birth land was in the north, and if her coat was anything like his own… she would feel the most comfortable among the perpetual frost. So he was here, like a ghost among the wintery landscape, disappearing and reappearing as he moved. His coat blending into the background perfectly.

It was becoming mundane however, his gaze bored and increasing in frustration most vile. Then, cutting through the quiet ambiance of the Sound came growls and snarls… the telltale yipping of coyotes with cornered prey. A breath left him, heavy and rough. Finally. Something to appease the wrath contained within his exquisite frame. He shot forward, seeking the chaotic sound of the coyote pack, and as he erupted into the fray of battle he did so with a winsome smile.

Launching himself at the nearest coyote he took it easily into his jaws, lifting the creature up and casting it aside, its skull cracking against a large stone. Setekh then sought the woman, so beautiful, offering her a momentary stare before aligning his body to fight back to back with her. His mind screaming at the proximity, begging him to work quickly in order to know her.

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