There wasn't anything that was keeping the male to one particular area of another, to him they where all potential victims, all creatures that could and in more cases than not would be methodically dismembered by the male in the near to distant future. Which is why he decided he indeed would distance himself from those that sparked the psychotic urge to slaughter them, no matter who was around. Yes, sometimes it was better to rot alone and keep the general public safe than follows one heart and become the monster that they all feared.

Which was what brought the man to the lifeless caverns, his paws pressing into the grass that tapered off and died, turning into slates of stone and rot. The tiny crack in the mountain side opened before him and he paused, the sole entrance to the caverns looming in front of him the way an elephant makes it's presence known to the lion. With dark determination the male soon lowers his haunches, his tail lifting as he leaves his scent along the caverns openings before padding in.

Stalagmites here rose from the ground like earthen daggers, the male presses his nose to the stone, inhaling it's musty scent before he trails off deeper into the cavern. Once at it's core the male throws his head upwards toward the dusk induced sky, his bray stretching from his body as he warns others away from the location. This was his, and everything that enters would be as well.

"Speech"
'thoughts'

I got my red dress on tonight dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight She needed some time away from the Tortuga pack, stress stinging her mind and senses like razors. She wasn't fully recovered from her knock out, still somewhat in a coma. That event had her still overly dizzy and tired, the fae unaware of her surroundings. She made her limping way to the Lifeless caverns, staring up at the grey sky. It was a cool day with cold winds, making the fae trip as she would limp. She would stop at the enterance to the Lifeless Caverns, taking in a whiff of a scent marking. But, there was no need to mark it, because there was no other enemy wolves around. Misha suddenly felt a rush of cold wind that chilled her to the bones and made her way quietly into The Lifeless Caverns, trying to find a source of warmth. OOC: Sorry, I'm doing Honor's English homework.. throw my hair up real big, beauty queen stylehigh heels off I'm feeling alive

Peace.

It has been a while since the male had the pleasure of being by himself, within his own tainted thoughts and imagination. How pleasurable it was, and could be to be left to ones own thoughts, perhaps it was time to sink into a deep slumber and enjoy the confines of his new home and it's solitude.

Paws slowly slide out in front of him, his claws sliding noisily against the stone as he rests his body against the side of one of the stalagmites, his breathing becomes deep and rested as his eyes slowly sink shut. Easily his mind floated away in the mists of his daydream, his body leaning more and more upon the uprising stone until he caught the rhythm of something encroaching upon his newly marked territory. Property making it's way here already, eh? His thoughts where faint as he rose quietly from the ground, rolling his shoulders under his flesh as the creature turns and starts to pad toward the direction of the noise.

Unlevel. His thoughts probe him, something that was approaching was not sound of body, whoever it was, was indeed limping, perhaps this is something he could take advantage of. Growing nearer to the source the man narrows his eyes, the scent familiar and striking the memory of a rabbit into his mind. Something weak comes this way, his mind echoes before he turns the corner to the corner and comes nose to nose with Misha.

The man's brow draws downward as he regards her the way a leopard regards an impale. He watches her, circling slowly about the female as he flicks his ears toward her until he is somewhere by her left side.Then he surges forward, paws pressing into the ground as haunches rocket him forward, his chest attempting to rise above her back, his front forelegs slashing downward and his jaws snapping at her scruff as he attempts to pin the woman down to the ground by her shoulders.

"Wh-at is this, we do see?"The creature questions, his brow still drawn together in frustration at having his markers so rudely bypassed without a seconds thought, she didn't even take the time to lay her own over his in challenge, perhaps she didn't want to fight? That thought would be secondary, as he blinks. If he did pin her her would keep his weight as is, taking no more movement to render any type of punishment upon her body.


"Speech"
'thoughts'

Her reflexes would snap in an instant and her eyesight became normal, instinct pullling her back into reality. Her eyes focused on the darting male towards her and she quickly rolled away from him on her side, barely escaping the male's snapping jaws. "I didn't come here to fight.." Misha would say, her voice almost a whisper and soft pitched. It was true, she wasn't one to fight for no reason, in this condition or not..

Muscles.

It was what powered the creature as his head snaps upward toward the sky as she seems to flash away from his mass, indeed she was faster than him, so the male didn't follow up his initial volatile greeting with another. Instead he stares at her flatly, greatly disapproving of her choosing to roll away from him. "Wr-o-ng," he darkly hisses under his breath, his eyes narrowing at Misha as he firmly shakes his head in disagreement.

"Your ene-my would not care." It was another flat statement from the male, his tail curling above his back as he stares at the female with a sharp snort, his irritation already evident upon his face and was signaled by the sporadic twitching of his ears upon his head. The male then pads forward, his eyes cutting down into slits again as he continues to ponder her form. "You sh-all stay here with us for a-while," the command was sharp, the venom tagged onto the edge of his words as he flicks his head toward the entrance of the cave.

"When we are do-ne with you, you will not co-wer away onto your side," Imonde snaps in retort to the female, his lips curling above his teeth, the black mask about his face wrinkling, his voice lowers. "When we are done with you, you will greet us with bared fangs and a violent retort back when we attack." His tail calmly sways above his back, nostrils twitching as he searches for other scents in the breeze.

"We do not think you are re-ady for a pra-ctice of bodies yet, so we shall start with a bat-tle of wits. Answer this: What is the pur-pose of a pack?" Imonde finishes, his eyes trailing toward the entrance of the warm caverns as he nods his head towards them, beckoning the female inward.
"Speech"
'thoughts'

The small woman would look up at the male as he would begin to sulk closer to her, saying how she will stay with them and not cower onto her side, but instead greet them with bared fangs and rude comments. But why the hell would she do that? Who the hell was this man she was not his slave, Misha was an independent, strong woman who made her own decisions. Not took some, except from her pack. But it was way below the line for even the male to question her ranking in the pack. "My pack ranking is none of your personal business," She would say, her face expressionless with a small flick of her tail as she sat down neatly on her haunches.

The female grated on his nerves, it took every bit of self control not to turn himself about and lunge at her once again. The wind was the only reminder that it indeed was growing cold, which made him cast a look over his right shoulder, one storm engulfed eye falling level with her as he curls his lips back in general distaste. The muscles along his jaw twitch in anger, he would have to hunt after speaking with her, not because he was hungry, but because this disobedience was driving him up the creek in a sinking boat, with no damn paddle.

Words meet his ears, the twitch in his jaw intensifying as he completely turns himself about. Ears seem to fade into the thick fur along his neck and the start of his head, tongue slides slowly out of his mouth as he blankly stares at her. Is she even listening? His mind searched for an answer, the eye roll would have come if thought that, that would help the situation. But atlas it would not. "That is not what we asked fe-male, we ask for the pur-pose, what is the pur-pose of a pack?" He states as he stares at her, somewhere between disbelief and annoyance as she puts her haunches onto the ground.

Was she raving mad? "We have already att-acked you once, why wo-uld you put yourself in a po-sit-ion that is harder to react in?" He comments on her sitting and then nods his head back toward the entrance of the cavern.


"Speech"
'thoughts'

She would growl at the male, narrowing her eyes. "Don't command me, boy," She would remark at the male, shaking her head in disappointment.

Disrespect.

That was the kind of treatment she was receiving from the male. Misha would stand up, shaking her fur free from the dirt that shook up in The Lifeless Caverns. She would take a small step towards the caves entrance, also her escape for an exit. But, who was the male to disrespect such a beautiful, precious female such as Misha? She had done nothing to the male to deserve this kind of treatment. "Bye," she would say and turn to the exit, heading into the cold weather.

Beauty is determined by God, which means; Imonde.

As soon as the growl left her pale lips the creature was moving forward, the muscles along his chest suddenly tugging at his shoulders, rolling the blades forward as his scruff thickens. ?Don?t command me, boy. Boy? She dared to address him as a child? Not the man, no the divine that he was? This pitiful creature in front of him? This female that made death threats and would not follow through? This female that was now outside the safety of her pack? This female that was somehow recovering from some ordeal, something that made her limp so? She was the embodiment of weakness, the pinnacle of everything that he distained. The divine of slaughter would have none of her disobedience today.

As Misha rose from her haunches, Imonde responds by cutting his eyes down into thin slits, his ears fading further back so that the tips where pressed against the start of his scruff. The creature?s lips drew upward, gyrating above saliva dampened fangs. His crown would lower, coming in line with his spin as his tail followed suit, providing balance for the man as his rage festered inside of his withering soul. Chin would dip to provide cover for his throat. Talons then slashed downwards into the soil, his right paw lifting from the ground, only to placed back, his slow gait toward her was menacing and predatory.

That was when the challenge slithered up from his vocal cords in the intonations where just a subterranean rumble, which echoed around the caverns as she steps towards the entrance that was now playing the part of an exit. ?Her insults shall be answered in kind,? his mind gradually processes as he closes the distance between the two of them. His slow purposeful gait soon picks up, his paw pads muffled by the soil.

By now the adrenaline is in full swing, urging the testosterone induced male forward. Hackles rise across the mass that belonged to Imonde, his rage was now at the back of his throat and moving along the tissue, sneaking it?s way across his jawline and seeping itself into the muscles, prepared to deliver punishment.

Weeks of festering dislike since she threatened to kill him was boiling over to this one moment. The moment where the male narrows his line of vision upon her haunches, allowing it to trail upwards to the point on her spine that hovered above her hip. His haunches then suddenly ripple as the potential energy was then rendered kinetic, the male pushing off of the soil and skyward from the ground. The motion sends the male, attempting to lurch somewhere along her right side, as his weight attempts to return safely to the ground, endeavoring to angle himself so that his left shoulder would be somewhere by or hopefully close by her right flank.

His jaws then snap open, the muscles vibrating from the inner spark of wrath, his head turns off toward his left shoulder, his nose attempting to angle to the spot between her shoulder blades, trying to position himself to better render punishment. The male?s head then tilts, the right side toward the sky, and the left side attempting to seek the refuge of her flesh, jaws would power shut, attempting to place his fangs upon her flesh along her spine around the flank area. Head would then surge backward in a ripping motion, back toward the safety of his body.

Lips twitched savagely upon his face curling his features downward into a harsh sneer. ?You may dis-obey your al-pha because she is we-ak like you, but you shall not dis-obey us, sub-mit or fi-ght, coward. The cho-ice is yours.? There would be no easy out, not today.


Imonde Vs Misha for dominance
round 0 of 2



"Speech"
'thoughts'

Default to IMONDE

Due to MISHA not responding to this challenge, IMONDE is the winner.

MISHA must give up by either passing out, submitting, or running away.

The small red brown and ivory woman would roll onto her back, letting out a yelp of pain. She had sumbitted. Not because she had chose to, but because it was to save her life. When she would roll onto the cave floor, she would feel something wet behind her scruff, and she sniffed something metallically and salty in the air.. He had bit her enough to draw blood from her scruff, that was going to leave a mark. "You bastard," She would growl, laying on her back, blue grey irises narrowing as she looked up at him.

Submission.

The females bark of pain was noted as she yet again ended up cowering into the dirt, but this time she was curled up in submission. 'Delightful.' His thoughts only echoed this one pinpoint of emotion as he slunk toward his. Imonde's chin would dip downwards to protect his throat, his tail raised dominantly above his back, his eyes narrowing down into fine slits yet again as he regards her like some type of strange new bug he's found scuttling along inside of his home.

"Sil-e-nce," his voice harshly entones towards her as he glares down at the female. "We do not be-li=eve you have le-ar-ned your place," he darkly retorts toward the female as his proper name is not declared from her lips, but instead some commoner slur used against his Divine self. "We sh-a-ll teach you." The phrase comes tumbling erratically from his lips as he attempts to chain together the sentence, but somehow it didn't seem to fit just right coming from him.

Perhaps it was the way he slithers forward, his eyes settling across her vulnerable form as he stands over her. His paw would move, attempting to place it upon her shoulder and urge her onto her stomach. Punishment was being rendered as a reward? How lucky it was to even rests one's eyes upon the seed of a God.


"Speech"
'thoughts'

She would scold herself if she could for weeping in front of the man towering above her. She would growl in displeasement as his huge paw would push down against her small chest, pushing her onto the female's back side, exposing her stomach. She was irritated now, for he had pushed her down and made her more exposed to the beast presented before her. She would snarl, snapping her jaws and trying to jump up from his grip. "Leave me be, you horrid beast."

This was like playing with a rabbit.

How the rabbit did kick and snap, but all the while the predator would toy with it. But this female was rolled onto her back, her stomach exposed as he continued to goad her. Finally she would snap her jaws at him, appearing to be fed up with the goading and attempting to put a step to it. Gradually he would draw his paw back, amusement flickering across his features as he regards her coolly.

"We can-not say we fe-el bad for you," he chuckles under his breath, finally drawing away from her before giving her an accepting nod. "We grant you per-mis-sion to rise, tho-ugh we sug-gest you keep your head and tail lower th-an ours from now on, until you can ch-all-enge and defeat us at le-a-st. " The male flatly states, his ears flicking forward upon his head before his posture relaxes once again.

Another question though escapes him. "Wh-at are you do-ing so far aw-ay from ho-me?""Speech"
'thoughts'

Misha would growl, pulling herself up from the ground, her scruff still dripping blood. "I can hold my posture how ever I want, I don't need your opinion on how to stand," she would look at the male, growling at him while she bared her ivory fangs. "And my business out of my pack lands is none of yours." Misha would say, blue grey irises narrowing slightly.

Again?

The female was trying his patience yet again, not only did he just attack her for defying him, but she was doing it yet again? When he looks at her there is a cold hard edge to his gaze, his lips curling up above his fangs as he growls darkly under his breath. He had enough of this female for today, well for a lifetime to be specific. The undercurrent of his rage was circulating about him, his ears gradually moved back against his skull, the smell of blood was only urging the male to attack her once again.

What would be a proper punishment though? What would break this female to where she understood that she was in no position to defy him in any circumstance. His mind was only a coil of rage, a festering pile of wicked intentions. "Le-a-ve u-s, im-med-iat-ely. Do n-o-t re-tu-rn," his voice rings about the cavern, his body quivering with self-righteous anger as he steps toward her, snapping his jaws in warning before pointing his nose toward the exit.

He was done with her...for now.

"Speech"
'thoughts'