At the end of the night it's going down

N/A · 02-02-2014, 03:44 PM

Demyan didn't concern himself with pack affairs. The last time he had the woman Abelinda from the northern pack that resided nearby had convinced him to come to the aid of the pack, to help them in a war. The titan had agreed, but once he'd actually gotten there, he had decided it would be a waste of his time. Clearly no one was looking to kill each other and so he had took his departure, his companion Nickolai putting up no protest as they had left. Since then no one had come looking for Demyan's services, not that anyone would, since he was more likely to kill the messenger than bother to hear what they were going to say. But it seemed like the northern pack would have a pull on the behemoth, or at least, one from the pack.

Nickolai would be seated a little ways from his larger companion, watching with mild interest as Demyan took his time dismembering the unlucky fellow that had crossed his path. Sharp golden eyes would occasionally stray from Demyan to scan the horizon and surrounding area, keeping a watchful eye to make sure that no one would sneak up on the monster. Not that anyone would be that stupid, but there were bound to be idiots around. And how right the clouded leopard would be. He would notice the smoky figure of another wolf, frozen at the sight of Demyan and his kill. Demyan. You have spectators. A growl would rumble from the massive beast as he bit through the last of the flesh, the wolf's head coming off as it hung limply from his jaws, ceruleans flickering to his feline companion, the words registering through his skull. He would turn around, his massive bloodied body coming into full view of the wolf
that had decided to drop by. A twisted grin would light up his blood features, fangs peeking through the head that he held in his jaws. He saw the fear in her eyes, the way she stood frozen, unable to believe her eyes. It was magnificent.

Jaws would unclamp, the dismembered head falling to the ground with a wet thud, blood spattering in a few directions. Like what you see? He would rumble huskily, gaze running over her lithe figure. He could see some cuts across her body, figuring she had been out hunting or something, since blood also covered her jaws and chest. Despite her weary appearance, he could see the youth flowing through her veins. She was healthy and able bodied...and Demyan wanted her for himself. He could smell a pack on her, but he didn't care. He didn't concern himself with packs and their bullshit rules. He took what he wanted, when he wanted, no matter what. A step would be taken towards the girl, maliciously intent clear in his cyan gaze. She was going to be his. Whether she wanted to or not.

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