What's a God to a nonbeliever

(OOC: got permission from LadyElin to post after judge! Also got permission to power at Ultyr)

It was over. Alaric had won. His black maws had wrapped around Ultyr's throat and he squeezed mercilessly. His fangs burrowed into deep, past the fur and dug deep into the skin. Blood poured as he pulled his fangs across Ultyr's throat, leaving behind a long, deep, wound that would definitely scar into a long lasting reminder of the day. However, the General wasn't done with the false prophet. His grip only tightened as he pulled back on Ultyr, he took several steps back before spurring forwards and tossing the brown male a few feet away across the grassy floor. It wasn't very far, as Ultyr was quite heavier and larger than Alaric but enough to send a message. Alaric stalked towards Ultyr, a cold, predatory, gleam in his Hellfire eyes. He stood over the male and snorted, his maws wrinkling in disgust. "Such a small man inside that titan sized body." He spat out, leaning down to whisper in Ultyr's ears. "Don't come for what is mine unless you're willing to bleed." He growled lowly, pulling back. The old Alaric wouldn't have cared for fancy titles or those who proclaimed themselves of a higher status. Yet, he cared now. He cared for what was entrusted to him by Atreyu and Azriel. He stepped away from Ultyr, allowing the man to stand but not turning his back on the brown wolf. He wouldn't leave until Ultyr got the message: God or no God, Alaric would make them bleed. Alaric was He Who Is Without Master. He refused to bend to any mortal or God.