Idris stalked from the safety of the mangrove forest toward the west. In search of something large enough to feed not only himself, but two others was proving difficult within the entanglement of the mangroves. Other surrounding lands were either too sparse, too precarious, or just not... viable. While the hot springs had been tempting for a quick dip, he had a mission to complete. It's not until he reaches the tall grasses that nearly reach his chest does he stop. Surveying his surroundings, he notices that the prey have scattered. He lifts his head slightly higher, looking a bit farther, and then he sees them. Not just one or two, but at least five or six. Around half of his height, but with more than two of them, he wasn't sure he could take them all on. If he wasn't the one to scare them off, he would have to travel even farther for something to eat and that was not in his plan. Resorting to the worst of his options, Idris moves through the grass toward the group of dogs. Taking his time to sneak up on them, he lowers his large frame so that his ivory fur may blend in with the sheen of the grass. As he approaches, he watches them circle and run about, not a care in the world. Frustrated that they were taking away his hunting lands, Idris can't help but let out a growl that shakes his chest. One of the dogs hears him, quickly alerting the rest of them. Stopping in his tracks, Idris now has at least six pairs of black beady eyes on him. Fuck. 1/3 Fight a large predator (Pack of African Wild Dogs)

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The Saxe brute is out stalking the lands far from the North where the pack resides because he simply cannot bare being around his sister right now. Zeke loves her with all of his dark heart and the fact that El has been looking lustfully at other men has slowly driving the young man insane. White clad paws carefully pick their way through the tall grass, ears perked as he slowly scans the horizon, searching for a fight. The need to taste another creature’s blood on his lips once more drives him onward, like a the deep-seated itch yearning to be scratch.

A growl pulls his attention to the west and he stops in tracks, hunkering low as he pulls in the scents that surround him. There is a male wolf nearby and, near them, seems to be several strange, unknown canines. Growls fill the air and Ezekiel moves, body still low to the ground as he slithers his way toward the fight. Concealed from view by the waving stalks, he spies a striped stranger engaging in a fight with six wild dogs that have large ears… interesting. Without hesitating, the Saxe male dives in, charging toward a loner that hangs near the back of the group and he descends upon it with a fury born out of pure spite.

Bodies collide as Zeke sends the unaware dog careening to the ground, its head smacking the earth hard enough to daze the beast for a moment. That is all he needs as the purple marked man follows its path, teeth seeking and finding the throat of this unfortunate wild dog. Blood bursts to life in his mouth, the warm liquid slowly trickling down his throat and driving him half mad with the need for more. Blood arches through the air as the throat is removed from his victim and the man is quick to round on the remaining five, eyes crazed and excited as he looks at them.

The metallic scent of blood fills the air as the defeated dog lays twitching in the dirt behind him, the red, life-giving liquid now staining the long stalks that surround the dead body. Eyes are bright as he charges toward the next one, causing the group to hesitate and shrink back from the demented look that blazes in his duel-toned eyes. He hungers for death and Ezekiel will not be denied.


"Ezekiel Saxe"

Unfortunately for both the wild dogs and Idris, he wasn't one to back down from a fight. Any moment he might appear weak would be wiped from the efforts his teeth and body could make. As one of them steps forward toward him, hunger in their eyes, Idris growls back, his own body pressing forward. He refused to be intimidated by their tactics. Six to one would be nothing by the time he was done with them. Lunging forward, releasing a sharp bark into the air, he aims for the one closest to him. The dog is slightly larger than the rest and Idris can only assume its the leader of the group. Grappling his legs around its shoulders, he slams his body against it and shoves it to the ground. Stepping on the dog's neck, pinning it securely, he notices the stranger who attacks a dog at the back. His brows raise for a moment before a second dog is careening toward him. Snarls lift into the air as Idris lunges to meet, teeth to teeth. Slobber and blood flying as he grabs ahold of the dog's neck and begins to shake with all his might. 2/3 Fight a large predator (Pack of African Wild Dogs)

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