You're a Villian Alright, Just Not a Super One.
7 hours ago
Aresenn moved with a primal grace, his senses heightened by the chaos that surrounded him. The acrid scent of blood mixed with the damp, earthy notes of the forest, a potent reminder of both the life he fought for and the death he dealt. With each collision of fur and muscle, the adrenaline coursed through his veins, urging him to unleash his power. He squared his shoulders and advanced with deliberate intensity, muscles coiling like spring-loaded weapons ready to explode into action. A coyote lunged at him from the right, its jaws snapping perilously close to his flank. Aresenn countered with a swift sidestep, a calculated maneuver that sent the creature stumbling past him. It whirled to regain its stance, eyes wild, but Aresenn had already shifted into the offensive.
With a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, he surged forward, fangs bared and eyes ablaze with fierce resolve. The air crackled with tension as he barreled into the coyote, pinning it beneath his weight. The forest fell momentarily silent aside from the frantic thrumming of his heartbeat. Aresenn leaned down, jaws snapping like a bear trap as they closed around the creature's throat. He could feel the warmth of its blood seeping onto his muzzle, the final struggle of life draining away beneath him.
The satisfaction was electric but fleeting; there was no time to linger on glory. The remaining coyotes were regrouping, eyes darting between father and son, uncertainty gnawing at their instincts. Aresenn sensed their hesitation, the glimmer of doubt amidst the pack's wild fury. This was their moment to strike fear into their hearts, a chance to solidify their dominion over the sound. He raised his head, blood dripping from his jaws as he bared his teeth in a fierce snarl, a warning and a challenge all wrapped into one.
"Dracun, flank them!" Aresenn commanded, not bothering to glance back at his son, trusting him to understand the urgency. He could almost feel the pulse of charged excitement radiating between them.
"Aresenn Praetor"
With a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, he surged forward, fangs bared and eyes ablaze with fierce resolve. The air crackled with tension as he barreled into the coyote, pinning it beneath his weight. The forest fell momentarily silent aside from the frantic thrumming of his heartbeat. Aresenn leaned down, jaws snapping like a bear trap as they closed around the creature's throat. He could feel the warmth of its blood seeping onto his muzzle, the final struggle of life draining away beneath him.
The satisfaction was electric but fleeting; there was no time to linger on glory. The remaining coyotes were regrouping, eyes darting between father and son, uncertainty gnawing at their instincts. Aresenn sensed their hesitation, the glimmer of doubt amidst the pack's wild fury. This was their moment to strike fear into their hearts, a chance to solidify their dominion over the sound. He raised his head, blood dripping from his jaws as he bared his teeth in a fierce snarl, a warning and a challenge all wrapped into one.
"Dracun, flank them!" Aresenn commanded, not bothering to glance back at his son, trusting him to understand the urgency. He could almost feel the pulse of charged excitement radiating between them.