There's Something Wrong }Bruiser

[ZAPZ !]

There is nothing more frightening then watching a wolf shred its victim with a ruthless care that gives off the most sound and the most blood spatter. It was terrible really, it looked like all the blood from the fat rabbit had been drained. For it was splattered all over the ground, a trail led 20 feet in the direction she'd originally caught the creature and she'd dragged out the kill sadistically. Make no mistake, this gory trail was not spots, oh no, the line in the snow was like a stream. As if someone had turned on the garden hose and let it make a river in the dirt. This was the trail that would imprint on the base of your paws and give you red tracks for several paces. This was the trail that had others wondering what had died here, for surely nothing would survive the loss of blood. Indeed nothing had either, the rabbit was nothing more than a limp corpse, that dangled from the ebony jaws that grasped almost affectionately around its middle.

The Rho trod forth through the snow, looking for the most ideal spot to lay her new found friend down to gorge upon it's carcass. She breathed through her nose, wet fur from the bunny clung to all sides of her mouth, her chin and her lips; blood clung to the fur of both. It didn't take long, after a bit Zapz found a suitable spot and stretched herself out upon the contrasting white. She let the bunny go and lapped up some snow to clean out her mouth, as well as to get some liquid in her. The fae lay there for a moment, almost ignoring the dead carrion that lay at her paws, mangled and crumpled. She'd have to be mighty distracted to not have started tearing into the critter right then, and by George she was. By the time she'd gotten over she'd snagged the scent of a canine, and well, she was intrigued. Zapz wondered who was out and about at a time such as this, what they were doing and all those sorts of things. However, her mind didn't dwell on the topic for long. Her attention returned to the rabbit and a grimy smile quivered her lips.

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Nearly an hour had passed since Zapz had looked back to the rabbit, and now she was back in motion. Once more, the lump was limp in her jaws- but there was no head dangling about. Her eyes gleamed as she moved on ahead towards the Demon Lake, full mouth turned up at the corners in a delighted gleam. She knew exactly what she was going to do, and the thought got her all giddy like a child who was about to steal a cookie before dinner. Ebony paws danced over the snow with a new sense of determination as she took the turn that lead into the heart of the abandoned heart of Retronym. But, quick as she was going, Zapz came to a halt and glared into the surrounding wood. She'd caught whiff of that canine once more- now she knew they were obviously following her. She grunted, almost a growl in its tone.

She didn't need another wolf to be following her around, she didn't want it either. Well, not in the sense of tailing her anyways- she still had her entire plot to become Queen. Now, as she thought of it, she'd met most of the pack already. she knew Arche, and rejoiced every time they ran into each other, it was rather amusing watching the fae's features twist in disgust. Then there was Denali, he was still rather young and could be used to her disposal, a few honeyed words and she'd have that pup wrapped around her paw. A scoffed giggle left her vocals as she started off again, nearly forgetting about her shadow. Of course, there was Zetath, but she doubted anyone had hear from him- she figured him dead or disbanded. The fae moved into a trot once more, jaws clutching her precious carrion with a tender care as if not to break it further. When really, where this thing was going looks truly didn't matter.

[Bruiser]

Crimson, moist, and almost a salty smell, it had to be blood. Bruiser’s audits twitched as the pungent yet delicious scent had entered his nostrils and sent his mind wild with thoughts. Could it be an injured deer? A dying wolf? Someone’s prey? Either way it was fair game to this psychotic brute. His silver orbs focused on the snow in front of his face as he slowly rose from his feet from amidst the dead umbrage. His coal black fur stuck out amongst the ivory blanket that covered the earth, making stalking rather hard for him. This however was not an ailment for Bruiser loved the chase. He loved to watch his victims cry out in peril as they run for their own insignificant lives. As the beast stood on his splayed paws, a twisted grimace spread across his face, giving him the look of a true monster. Strands of the delicate scent graced his nose and pointed him in the direction he had to follow in order to find what this scent was truly all about.


Tendons strained as the monster pushed away from the ground with each step he took. The scent could only get stronger, fueling the sick crimson lust. Puffs of visible white air escaped his nostrils as he feverishly took in healthy gulps of breath. The brute was on edge and was ready to loose it all until he noticed the twisting stream that reeked of death. His face contorted into a grin as he followed the streak of his crimson ecstasy before stumbling upon the main splatter of life. Nuzzling his lose into the sweet blood, he could pick up the scent of another wolf that danced across the blood. A rabbit was also involved in this ordeal and frankly caught him off guard with such the large amount of blood. Such a blood pool would usually be derived from a large animal of some sorts. Picking his nose off the ground and tilting it to the sky, he could still catch the faint odor of the wolf that had done this crime. The red snow clung to his muzzle and quickly was cleaned off with much enthusiasm. It was a well needed relief to the blood lust that was building inside of him. This lust however would not end until he found the wolf that had created such a beautiful scene of disaster.


Once again Bruiser was on his way to get himself in a situation that would most likely end with death. The odor he was chasing after did not diffuse at all; it was only getting stronger, bringing an even darker side out of him. His sprint after the scent became a slow crawl as the scent path became almost agonizing. The trees where all heavily scented ahead but did not stop the brute from continuing on. A misplaced step on a branch however gave away his position for a moment as the branch snapped under his weight, letting out a crack. He froze in his current position and perked his audits as he saw the faint shadow of something black ahead. It let out a rather low growl, thus telling him that this unknown wolf knew he was following them. A huff escaped his lips as if blowing the warning like it was nothing at all. Fear did not dwell in his blackened heart any longer. Time passed slowly in a sense until he was almost on this wolf’s tail. The scent of the dead rabbit and the scent of the wolf was just far too appetizing for him to handle. Not only that, but the scent gave away that this wolf was indeed a fae. Small, weak, and prone to giving up easily. In his mind, it was a pity he wouldn’t have a larger wolf to torment. Orbs a blaze and ears flat against his head, the monster took a quick step forward towards the fae, making his presence obvious. His lips curls up over his brilliant ivory canines as a ferocious growl ripped past his exposed teeth. Bruiser was ready to finally meet this fae head on.

[ZAPZ !]

Zapz held her gaze upon the unbroken surface of the lake, back turned to the shadows. She was marveling at the tiny expanse of thick black water, oh that's right, water. The pitiful excuse for a lake had thrown off the cold fingers of winter, refusing to freeze over. Like the trees, it wouldn't bend to the whims of the wind, and in this case the frigid cold. Her lips twisted into a grin, oh it was a delightful scene, if she hadn't known the lake was poison she would have lapped eagerly from it's edge. The thought became a note in her mind to drop by the Purple Creek to get a drink. Her tongue, rosy with blood, lashed out across her muzzle as she blinked and took her eyes from the liquid, returning her attention to the decapitated rabbit at her feet. She'd ingested the skull, and the body lay strewn where she'd placed it. The bloodied rag was quite the sight to see, a tube of intestines with four legs chewed off from the body and laid off to the side. She'd taken great care of pulling the animal apart, getting it ready for its assignment.

She almost forgot about the canine who'd been following her, she almost did. But she knew they were around, when she was feet from the lake she'd heard the branch snap under the weight of a paw. Fear never crossed her mind, true in her sex she was a fae, but she fought like the dirties brute in the book. The only life that mattered to her, was her own and that didn't seem to be near changing any time soon. Of course, once the pack was under her paws and in her command, she would guard her life more, simply for safety of the group would be carried upon her own shoulders. She grunted lightly, ears flickering wondering if the canine would just come out and state what the hell they wanted. Her nose twitched, lips cringed back, ugh the lake smelled. A small giggle left her vocals, how bad would it be to make something drink these plagued waters? That was what she was finding out, she licked the dead animal's fur slightly before her jaws grasped the bunny and raised it up from the icy snow.

The ebony Rho was just about ready to fling the lifeless body into the filthy waters when she heard the snow crunch underneath the bulk of paws. Her ears counted the sound, one wolf, large, walking, now stopped. She could feel the mix of emotions running like electricity through the air, but still she never turned around. The canine behind her growled, it was a vicious sound, one that no doubt would strike fear into some sorry son of a bitch who angered the owner. But for Zapz, the sound made her giggle, her jaws opened releasing the rabbit. The bag of flesh and bones gave a gentle thud as it landed in the snow and now the prospective Baroness turned on her heels to face the growling figure. All the while her giggle had never ended, now she faced him, auburn hues far gone from any sanity known to man. Her jaws spread slightly, allowing a more louder laugh to leave her vocals. Finally he'd shown himself and now she knew the canine to be a brute, wild and crazy from the look of distance in his eye. It nearly matched her own, but his sickness varied from her own. Her laugh turned back to a giggle, oh how Arche would probably love to run into another sadistic soul.

Zapz strode forward, ignoring the male's aggressive gesture, her own tones taking shape into words. "Shadow, shadow, I see you've finally shown your face." The skin around her left eye twitched, the corner of her lips followed in the same motion. Make no mistake, this wasn't a sign of unease, oh no. This petite ebony furred lobo had just lost her touch with reality. Her voice darted out, honeyed yet sharp. "Hungry boy? What is it you crave.." She drew out the word, body slinking closer to him in a catlike fashion. At some point, her tail had curled over her back, or maybe it had always been held like a banner- who knew, or cared anymore. The tension in the air was thrilling, making her fur stand up along her neck, shoving the hackles up. "It's blood isn't it, hmmm shadow boy? Oh it's dancing in your eyes like a hummingbird at a flower. Got you all giddy, light headed.." The fae was within inches of him, oh if he struck her- "burning your throat." She giggled and sprung away, twisting and dancing her body around him, eyes glazing over his frame. If the size difference was reversed, one would think she was brute honing in on the fae in heat.

She crossed back to her dismembered rabbit, buried her nose into its side as her paw pushed down upon its shoulder. One motion and she ripped the skin, opening the lovely hole to the meat inside. No blood spurted out, the innards did that, but the sweet slick smell of it danced up into the clear gas it once breathed in. Her own lungs expanded, grabbing and pulling in the perfume, "Lovely isn't it?" Oh now she might as well have been teasing him, her eyelids fluttered over her eyes as she took another deep breath in, ears cocked to him strained for the tiniest sound of the slightest shift. Auburn lanterns turned back to the male, holding his gray eyes in a thickly dominant and challenging glare. "Want a piece?" She waited, her own lips shifting up and back from her ivories in a thrilling show. Fae in sex yes, but far from weak. If he wanted blood, oh baby she would give it to him, she would hand him his ears and keep his left eye as a treasure. Sure he could inflict serious damage upon her, but she was skilled- trained to take down those who were meant to be stronger and more skilled than she. With life still beating through her veins, she had yet to lose.

[Bruiser]

The scent of the lake that the fae in front of him approached made him quiver. Something was really wrong with the lake water but he could not tell what it truly was from this distance. This lake however must have been of some importance or a wolf would have never been there, especially alone. His charcoal black hair stood up on the back of his neck as the pressure around him seemed to rise. The giggle produced by the other wolf sickened him. He felt as if he could rip this pathetic creature to shreds, yet it giggled at the monster before it.

Interactions where always to a minimum with Bruiser. His psychotic thoughts and dreams of ripping apart those around him always sent a chill down other wolf’s backs. After running from his old pack and learning to become a hardened killer, his dark side was only fueled. With a kill count of 3 wolves and a size of a small bear, he was a force to be recon’ with. Meeting another always began the same. A simple greeting followed by an exchange of information. Bonds and similarities are shown followed by an easy friendship. Friendships lead to a meat puppet that he could control to do what he will. Once the puppet no longer listened to the puppeteer, the monster reared it’s ugly head and destroyed the puppet. And so the cycle of Bruiser’s relationships began. To this day the only friends he has are the small but powerful voices in the back of his head that demanded his attention. Only a brute as twisted as this would befriend the fragments of darkness inside of his own mind.

As the fae turned to finally face him, a soft hiss escaped from deep within his throat. Orbs focused on the other’s auburn optics, he bit at the air in front of him. Lips still pulled back tightly and eyes wild the brute didn’t budge an inch as the fae moved forward. Bruiser’s eyes did not leave the stranger as she began to speak. Being called a shadow was not a bad thing for the monster. He indeed did try to keep low and silent, much like a silhouette as described. The growling faded slowly to a soft murmur as he heard the wolf speak of his own hunger. Blood. She was indeed correct on this situation. The only reason this brute was here was to satisfy the craving that itched at the very back of his head. He swallowed hard as the fae approached even closer. Every ounce of his very being told him to pounce the wolf and destroy it instantly. However, he found it curious as to how this fellow creature had read him like a book. Not only that but how this wolf had created the bloody disaster in the snow.

The fae returned to what appeared to be a white and bloody mass in the snow. He watched carefully as the fae dug into the white mass and tore a hole into the side of it. Bone, intestines, and sinew where delicately exposed from the inside of this sick mass. The pungent odor that wafted up from the creature broke his rigid composure. A single strand of gleaming saliva dripped down from his opened mouth. She was torturing him to no end. He didn’t speak a word until this moment where he took in a long anticipated breath. He strolled forward and moved in close enough to the fae to the point where his face was almost touching hers. His ears lay flat against his head and he let out a terrible snarl before speaking. “Why is it that you do not fear me?” Just as the other had done to him, Bruiser encircled the wolf like a hungry hawk encircling it’s prey before going in for the strike. This fae dumbfounded him and looked for any signs of some sort of disease that would cause her to not fear him. As he circled, he stopped for a moment to take in the scent of her black coat. Nostrils flaring with his hot breath over the fae’s fur ended quickly after analyzing the scent carefully. He then came to the front of her and stopped in his tracts, becoming a rock in place once more. “You’re a piece of work I tell you. You smell like death and talk like your mind is gone. Who are you?” Once more his lips curled up to show that he was not in a joking mood. He wanted answers, and the need to satisfy the hunger was only making him more ornery.

[ZAPZ !]

A low snicker left her vocals as the sliver of drool rolled off the corner of his mouth. Her own lips pushed up into a grin, oh this was quite the response! Her tail flickered, paws shifting restlessly upon the snow as the dark pads slowly numbed from the cold. Zapz ignored them, pushed their complaints from her mind as her auburn eyes focused upon him once more. He was drawing closer, snarled questions leaped form his muzzle. The Rho didn't answer him just yet, still to delighted to keep teasing him. Her paw rested delicately over her rabbit, protective with its claim. The claws laid into the rabbit's fur gently, but tight as if ready to tear more of its skin right off its frame.

She stood silently, as silently as one could while still giggling. Her ears flickered, listening to his paws as they moved across the snow, crumpling it beneath his weight. Her skin crinkled as his hot breath coursed over it, in turn she shifted her skull and graced the fringes of his ebony silk with her nose; stealing his scent. He was rather delectable. Embedded in his scent was a continuous range of blood, as if he'd rolled in every kill. Her nostrils twitched, it was a welcome smell, of course his thick masculine husk wasn't to unappealing either. She rounded her head, eyes dancing over his gray hues and scars as he spat out more questions for her.

Her lips curled up into another grin, "You smell like death yourself little reaper.." Her tongue lashed out against the dark ebony fibers, cleansing the side of her muzzle of the rabbit's sinew and fat. "As to who I am, I'm-" In seconds she corrected herself, a twisted tale could be fun. "Queen of Retronym- where you happen to be trespassing." Another slick grin rested upon her features as she took a step forward to the aggressive and hungry male. Her eyes were slightly wider as if they were trying to collect his very soul, "Tell me, oh shadow shadow, what makes you so thirsty for blood hmm?" Her paws left the rabbit for an instant, leaving it directly behind her. Zapz let her brow quirk then, hues narrowing as the bottom lid gave a slight and gentle twitch of the skin, "But who are you now?"


ooc; It sucks @___@ Sorry.