The Savage Executioner

Sinister was resting back on her haunches, staring out into the densely polluted shadows of ibis. A breeze current attacked her snow white tresses, tugging it from one side to the other, though with that current carried a strong odor along the ride. Upon flaring nostrils, and flushing crimson eyes Amenti detected a scent that was well known to her. One that made her skin crawl, not out of fright though; out of sheer madness that she had finally found her victim. Whom of which she has been looking for, for over a couple weeks. Many knew not the story behind her reasons, but they were as dark and gruesome as were the many scars cratering her bodice. Slowly rising to her enormous height, her towering figure casting a doubling gypsy across the land. Stalking out from the safe haven of the luscious black void of nothing and into the moonlit night, she allowed insidious growls like roaring thunder vibrate in her thorax -- rolling each of them off the tip of her blood-stained tongue. Even the Gods wished to involve themselves in this event, for they struck murderous and brutal storms her way. If you looked close enough you could tell in this ghoul's eyes she was on the hunt, a frenzy excitement boiling deep inside of her. Almost like a long forgotten flame has re-lit the stake of death. She was going to make her name known tonight, her target was near and she shall torture the four-legged organism with savage maiming. She wants Morgana to feel her coming for her, feel it deep within her bones as Sinister's fangs deprives beneath her flesh and embedding her trade mark; tearing her torso to shreds and risking a windpipe to burst. Amenti was going to make her life a living, breathing, hell.

Stretching her way down a path of desolation, of pure corruption, tiny and fragile creatures scurrying out from under the babes massive paws. Extending her neck out to sniff the air, refreshing her senses with her opponents intoxicating odor as she reached her destination. Though unlike most wolves, she wanted her target to find her, hoping it would get her job done faster. Noticing a bulky figure in the distance; obviously scouting the perimeter of the battlefield for any signs of this gladiator of a women. Halting only a couple feet from the beast, flicking both of her paws out in a source of aggression. Long, fine black claws came ejecting out, their sparkling tips crying out for bloodshed. Her expression was cold and blank, demonic even; a look that held no remorse or regret for what she was about to do to this hound.

Patiently waiting for Morgana to either say something or make a move. Sinister was in profound adrenaline pumping embrace for this fight; ready to strike. Her tail was smoothly twitching in annoyance at the wait, her cranium seizing towards the center of her chest just a bit with her silver, pupil-less flickering optics showing the death in them. At first a blood-thirsty grin sprouted on Amenti's face, then suddenly vanished when she became serious again. Her stance was battle-worn, rough around the edges that were fatal. Legs spread out evenly to level her weight on either sides, while her countenance was menacing and cruel at the same time, lips quivering up into a well defined snarl of sorts, canines flickering against the eerie candlelight flames that shone brightly above her person. Still though, she was in wait of what Morgana threw at her.