Tongue slides with serpentine grace across his lips as saliva leaks and pools upon the earth beneath him and growls of hungered desire roll and coil within his ravaged throat in anticipation of the meal to come as Iblis’ head is given to bow and the smaller male is given to plunge towards his fiery doom, racing for She of Red and White. Tobias continues forward like darkened wings atop the earth, lips pulled back from bloodied fangs as the screams of fight and blood echo with a cacophony of violet sound within the air to signal the piercing of Her fangs within his flesh and the first scents of the salt of blood permeated the air with the vile promise of blood and meat. His pace increases, long limbs driven now into a lope of dark desire, eating away at the land that rests between his fractured mind and the meal whom bleeds weakens upon the earth, driving the creature forward to do as he must. For this is his purpose, this is his right. He is born to consume and destroy, to rid the world of the weak and unworthy and yet still they fight against him, still they struggle for life from the cleansing fires of Flare and the ashen darkness of death that follows in his wake. He makes them strong by consuming those unworthy and yet they do not see, they see only nightmare, only ensure the fractures of his mind are driven to bloodied violence by such a thing as he comes now to finish what his mate has started, deadened eyes fixated upon the hind limbs of Iblis as She of Red and White holds him, restrains their prey for Tobias’ feeding and indeed she will be reward, allowed to feast beside him this day.

Another comes in those moments, racing from the trees to drive for the ruff of Flare, seeking to bury her fangs within the thickened red and white of fire incarnate and through her free from the Raw Paws. A snarl is the only sound the Black Prince is given to make as deadened eyes roll to fixate upon the female whom seeks to throw Red and White free. He will not go to her aid, he will not defend her- for she needs it not, she is dominant, she is above other females and as such his mind does not seek to protect, those fractured tendrils incapable of this. He seeks only to do as he must, a roar ripped free of his throat once more as blackened claws slash open the dampened earth, nature itself parted at his desire as he lunges like a blackened hellion to sink teeth into the back right limb or Iblis. His efforts are reward with the heated taste of blood, that rush of sweetened liquid that scorches and burns his dried throat and releases a vile frenzy, an assault unlike any other as bloodlust takes it’s hold. It is for this reason he has lived so long, this reason he is feared so greatly throughout these lands. His rage is unstoppable, his hunger indomitable and his attack so violent it borders upon a horrific as teeth seek to sink deeper and deeper still upon the upper portion of Raw Paws leg. Yet the muscles of his throat contract as blood runs and he seeks to force more and more of Iblis within his jaws, form rising, rearing upward in a manner most vile, seeking to wrap one foreleg around Iblis hind limb, holding it in place, holding it as still as possible as he swallows, attempting entirely to eat Iblis alive in these moments, seeking to consume and flesh and fur that may well be ripped free as he aims to hold the still-living male in the manner he would hold a severed limb of meat, biting harder and more violently with every strike, seeking to force the flesh of the limb further back upon the teeth made for sawing and chewing. He will eat Iblis as he stands here and now, swallow any part that may come free, for such is his madness, such is his hunger and violence.

The female is ignored, left to She of Red and White to send off as she pleases, his mind focused upon the target it is assured is weakened, the target that bleeds such weakness into the air though should the other female seek to remain, continue to attack, then he too will turn upon her, jaws parted only to seek to latch on once more, again and again, his attack a frenzied assault as claws rake violently at the limb all the same. Perhaps he will rip it off as he did Holo, perhaps he will tear it free and consume it before it’s owner as he lies bleeding to death upon the earth to be finished late while his mate is similarly destroyed. He will allow She of Red and White to attack the female first, to ravage and cleanse and burn in the manner of fire before he finishes what she has started, before her reduces to ash the lives of those whom would seek to challenge him. Iblis had summoned them this night and he will pay so dearly indeed. A wolf that cannot walk cannot fight and indeed it is the intention of the darkened hellion to remove that ability this night, to leave him limb-less and flailing upon the earth in sickening agony- else to eat him whole, to eat him alive, already seeking to force flesh and fur down his throat as She grips and holds, perhaps turns her rage upon the other female. Tobias sees only prey, only victim, one surely panicked by the nightmares attempts to swallow parts of him alive- his mind desires only blood and he will have it. Rhae may continue to assault She of Red and White, else she must release her and seek to stop the frenzied consumption of her mate…..



((Tobi has used slight PP as well to bite Iblis back right leg, anything he did after that feel entirely free to dodge, if you want anything changed Chant just let me know))