Sacred Grove lay your burdens to rest and unwind

Feel free to post an exit if you wish, maybe PP them running after the smell and fade out? I thought we could end this here with scuffle and thread points and focus on building "manly bonds" in the pack instead but please let me know if you want anything changed! <3

As his jaws found the stocky leg, he pressed his teeth down against the bone. The blood which spluttered from a gash he caused on impact filled his mouth and coated his tongue- it was a funny taste, not like the blood of prey he ate but of power and strength.
Whilst his jaws pressed down, he shook his head from side to side as the other male tried to kick his leg out and throw him off; he simply gripped down tighter to crush the bone- or he would have done if the other male hadn't sunk his teeth into his scruff. With a snarl, he released the limb he had feasted upon and turned his head back to look over his shoulder, meeting the other male almost nose to cheek. His jaws parted to take a bite towards the males face, with his scruff in his jaws he was but inches away from his nose.

However, another scent decided to cross his nose at that moment, almost halting him in his tracks as he took it in. It didn't smell right, there was something upon its taste that made his hackles rise, or would have done were they not already standing on end. He got the feeling they were being watched and it was not the ghost of his father on the sidelines, no there was someone out there. How dare they interrupt.

With a low rumble in his chest, he took a warning snap towards the others face, a clear sign of get the hell off for a minute so he could better assess the situation. Whilst it was fun to rip the dumb wolf to bits, he couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was watching them was more of a threat. Still trapped in the others jaws, he was unable to give chase, but when he heard the sound of snapping twigs he knew that whoever it was watching had decided to run and he didn't want to sit here whilst they got the chance to escape. Whoever was watching gave him the creeps and it would be better off dead. If something could make him inwardly shiver when his mind was not whole, who knew what it could do when his logic returned.

(This post was last modified: Jan 07, 2013, 02:57 PM by Rhysis.)

“Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.”

Snarling and growling took over the air as the couple of men tried to steal away each other's bragging rights. But no one would let go of their pride. He felt his teeth swallow the man's furry black neck. He sunk down hard, chomping until he came in contact with skin. But Wolf must have noticed Ten's bite more than he thought, because the man's broad head and steel eyes came into view. He made sure to mockingly tug and pull at the piece of skin he had seemed to equip. Meanwhile, below, his leg burned like a snake had poisoned him. Blood trailed down his furry, red-ish gray hindleg, and the innocent looking snow absorbed it like a sponge. As he stood, ignoring the nauseous muscles burning in his leg, the man even tried to bite his face. But Ten flinched and stepped backward with the scruff fur still on his tongue.. Ears pointed back, the man couldn't hide his relief when the fangs missed by centimeters. A wind passed by his short cheek hairs, showcasing how close he had come. If Rhysis had gotten a hold on his face, he would've probably ripped it off. His red, dripping canines were moments away. They were critically close to his eyes and several other important face areas that he needed.

Then the stranger's scent whiffed by. He immediately let go of Rhysis and growled, "This won't be the last of me. Remember this WOLF," before bounding off towards the scent. It was a promise. He didn't care if Rhysis followed him, but he needed to run off the stranger. Whoever it was deserved to be confronted. Or they needed to never come back again. As he followed the scent, the man realized that it smelled strange. Outlandish and unappetizing.........

[T'S EXIT.]