Altar of Fire No lies and no deceiving

Late morning, overcast clouds. For Rayjiek only please!

"It's not my fault you were dumb and slow," Rye drawled out with a soft giggle, lips curling up in a save grin which showed off her slightly yellowed fangs. The large rodent squeaked in that shrill voice they all had, straining desperately against the hold her paw had on its tail. She had it pinned down upon the pedestal-like stone she was currently laying upon, and was finding its struggling quite amusing. The rodent had dared poke its nose out from the hole it was nesting in for the winter, and she had snatched it up before it could dart back in.

"Too bad I like playing with my food before I eat it." She hummed softly to herself, tail tapping happily upon the stone by her splayed out hind legs. The rodent then decided to change its tactics, swinging around to bite at her front toes which were keeping it in firmly in place.

Rye let out a low snarl, more annoyed than anything than from the pinpricks of pain its teeth caused her. She brought her other front paw over to squish the rodent's body down on the stone, effectively preventing it from moving at all. She wasn't quite done toying with it just yet, and wanted to let it suffer and struggle for a little longer.

(This post was last modified: Dec 20, 2022, 12:00 AM by Ryenne.)

Recently there had been a lack of chaos in Reyjiek's life. He had yearned for it with all his body and desperately hoped it would happen again soon. He felt like the world would be a better place with more chaos is it. He had looked around, hoping to find more and more opportunities but they had not been granted to him.

It wasn't until now that he felt like he would have that opportunity. He saw someone, toying with a rodent, muttering words that were pleasing to his ears. He became very intrigued and decided that maybe he would watch in secret for a moment, just to figure out what they were up to, and if they were the kind that loved chaos much like he did. He was hopping that maybe, just maybe, there would be someone he could have his chaotic fun with. Doing it alone was a littler harder than he had originally anticipated.

He continued to watch, ever more intrigued by the way the other toyed with the rodent, brought pain to its meager existence. He felt a slight grin come about his face and continued to watch with anticipation.

M for graphic torture of a rodent in this post

The rodent continued to squeal and squirm though its efforts were in vain. It was helpless against her greater strength, and she found malicious satisfaction in it. A happy noise rumbled in the back of her throat as she began to squeeze harder, hearing and feeling its squeaks begin to get muffled as it ran out of air in its tiny, pathetic lungs.

Raye would have continued to suffocate the rodent, but she picked up the musk of a wolf nearby on the slight breeze in the air. Her paw lifted just enough that the rodent could breathe again, and a single ear flicked backwards, waiting for a voice to call out hey you shouldn't do that or something along those lines. Yet there was silence from the stranger.

She huffed, clicking her jaws together audibly, but made no movement to turn and face whoever it was. As long as they didn't interfere, or dare come too close, she'd let them watch if they were into that sort of thing. It made no difference to her if she had an audience or not.

Its shrill squeal pierced her ears as she grabbed, pulled, and crunched her teeth through the base of its tail, triumphantly holding the appendage in her jaws as the scent of fresh blood wafted into her nose. The injury would not kill the rodent, or at least not right away, but it would cause it pain.

Rye kept one ear facing back towards the stranger, just in case they wanted to step in, but for the most part her focus was on her prize. She'd toy with it for just a little longer before enjoying her meal.

Reyjiek watched the horror show of what the other was doing to the small animal with a large grin on his face. He liked how the other one acted. It brought him joy to know that there were others who liked chaos like him. He pondered if he should call out, as he noticed his presence was made aware.

He didn't think too long though and decided to attempt to approach

"Oi! Other one! What are doing? Enjoying playtime before meal?"

With this he started to make his move toward the other, hoping that they wouldn't be put off by him.

She still had the removed appendage clenched between her teeth when the stranger spoke up. With a smooth turn of her head Rye turned to look at him, a purposeful look of indifference upon her face, though one corner of her lips did slightly pull back to reveal the tip of a yellowed canine. That would be his one warning to not get too close to her prize, even if he didn't appear to be too put off at all at what she was doing to it.

Rye unclenched her jaws to allow the severed tail to drop from her mouth onto the rock she was laying upon, moving the paw still squeezing the rodent so it pushed down more upon its back. She didn't want it to somehow escape while her focus was elsewhere. His broken English was strange, but maybe he just had something wrong in his head that made him speak funny. She kept her judgement to herself, wanting to see what he was all about first.

"I like the way fear makes them taste." She finally bared her teeth in a wolfish grin, even as the rest of her face still had that mask of indifference. She didn't quite know what to make of him just yet.

Reyjiek watched with wide eyes. He really enjoyed the way this other thought. He took a step or two closer, still with a smile.

"Ah fear is wonderful. Makes for good food no? Often do the same. Chaos is fun. Other seems to like Chaos too."

He lowered his head smelling the smells coming from the others meal.

"That fear smells quite delicious. Bet it is tasty. Odin Eye usually eviscerates prey for maximum fear."

He took a chance at another step or two. He was thrilled, this moment even small, brought him much joy. He hoped he could learn about this other as his intrigue was absolutely peaked.

"What doing here? Have some goal? Objective?"

An ear twisted back as the stranger stepped forward still, the skin on top of her muzzle wrinkling slightly. Did he not understand her warning sign to stay back? Perhaps there was something more wrong with his mind than she had first thought. And while he appeared intrigued by her, that in no way meant he was harmless.

She moved her body to put herself fully between him and the rodent. If he didn't get the hint from that then she'd resort to less of a warning and more of a threat to do harm.

"Chaos makes life fun," she said carefully, eyes squinting at the stranger. He was unusual that was for sure, but something about him made the fur on her neck stand on edge a bit. She had no idea if he was just playing with her to get close and steal her prize, or if he was just genuinely curious.

Rye was about to respond to his next comment, but he stepped forward yet again and she instead pulled her lips back and let out a low growl. That would be his final hint before she snapped, and the fact that she had even given him more than one was quite unusual for her.

"Exploring the land and looking for like-minded wolves. I want to start a pack here where we can thrive and do whatever we want, whenever we want." She knew there were other packs around, but she had experience with pack versus pack warfare, and had no problem starting a rivalry with one already settled in here. But first she needed to find other wolves to join her.

Rayjiek stopped any sort of advancement towards the other to make sure that they wouldn't want to attack. He definitely like this other. They seemed to be a lot like Reyjiek in their chaos loving ways.

"Yes, yess, chaos is very fun. Would love to have more chaos."

His tail was definitely wagging at this point, if it wasn't before.

Like minded others? Like Reyjiek? A Pack? Hmmmm. This reminded Reyjiek of a thought he had not too long ago of finding others to create more chaos.

"Well well, Idea of pack is very intriguing. Maybe more chaos with pack? Yes? Maybe Odin Eye take part? As long as there is more chaos would not be opposed."

Rayjiek was loving this idea, chaos may be on the way and this filled him with ecstasy.

Finally he got it through his apparently extra-thick skull that moving closer to her was a bad idea. The growl in her throat simmered down and she dropped her lips, but still kept a close eye on the stranger, just in case he tried anything else.

He latched onto her mention of chaos, almost lighting up in intrigue. Well at least they had similar interests, even if he was a little strange. But who was she to call him strange, when she was likely the strange one to him? Pot meet kettle.

The way he spoke was... interesting to say the least. Definitely a first for her, but he appeared open to her idea. She had little regard to the mental stability of future subordinates; as long as they knew how to follow orders when required she couldn't care less what they did.

"Yea, more chaos with a pack. But two wolves isn't enough, unless you have friends around?" She had no idea who this Odin Eye was, or perhaps he was referring to himself, but regardless, a pack required more than just two members. Although... having just one minion to boss around wasn't completely off the table.

Rye squeezed the rodent absentmindedly beneath her paw as she looked at the stranger, waiting to see what he had to say.

Rayjiek listened to what the other had to say, he hoped that his words of more chaos with others would excite this stranger. He definitely like the way she thought and was hoping that they would be able to collaborate. She mentioned that they would need more than just the two of them and if Rayjiek new any others.

With this Rayjiek couldn't help but laugh. Since he came to this new place he had definitely not really made any friends. If anything he had made enemies. This was fine, he really didn't care.

"No no. No Friends. Enemies yes. Did ultimate chaos."

He grinned big.

"Mate, Inger, had little ones. Had too...End her. Many not happy about that. So no. No Friends."

He continues grinning at the other, pleased with himself. Not many others, it would seem, had this joy that he had once had.