The metallic aroma washes over the small area. Blood drips from his jaws and neck as the beast raises his head. The herd had been scattered, something had caused the delictable meals to run and flee. Oceanic eyes flick from the scattering forms back down to someone's kill. Bloodthirst crept into his crystalline orbs, settling there as his head lowers to continue his small feast. He had found this dead fawn a few moments earlier, believing it had died from hunger seeing how its leg had already been broken and no wounds littered its soft brown coat. You know what they say, finder's keepers. Pearly daggers lock onto a piece of flesh, ripping it from the bone easily. His neck muscles shift under his thick charcoal coat, jaw muscles hardly making an effort in order for him to consume the meat. He swallows, allowing his thick pink muscle toslide out and drag along his bloodied chaps. Its all over him, the crimson liquid of another. Normally, Malikye would hunt on his own, tearing into a weak animal easily and sucking the life from them like a wraith. Now, he had just been lucky enough to dive into this broken carcass. Alas the fawn was skinny, hardly any meat upon it and newborn in the least. This meal would not be enough for the soldier, and he begins to lick bones clean.

That was one good thing about this damned season. Newborn prey, weak from the start and unable to fight off a lone wolf. All they could do was run and when that happened, usually broken legs occurred. Now, the bad thing was all of these pathetic pups running around, tripping over themselves and putting on measly displays of toughness. Lord knows how many of those little cretins were Malikye's. He never kept track and he never bothered to come back for seconds. He knew how this all went; protective mother's would watch him warily while annoying little devils ran around without a care in the world. How easily it would be to kill a young one? One day, he may even try. If he were ever that small and weak, well, Mal did not recall. He had blocked out those memories, crushed those thoughts from once ago easily and his mind, he never was a pup. He never was weak, small, helpless and broken. But what Malikye forced himself to forget was that he was, and that is exactly why his life had turned out the way that it had. These protective mothers had no idea what malikye could do, destroying their happiness in a simple clean sweep as his father had done before him.

Lucky for them, Malikye was not his father.

He lifts his stained muzzle from the carcass, eyes staring at it in annoyance for his hunger has only grown now. That was a mere appetizer and the soldier desired more. Head lifts, empty pools scanning the meadows for where the herd had resided. They had come to a small pause a few leagues from him, his keen eyesight already searching out the weak and elderly. A breeze shifts and the musk of a male enters his nares. He sniffs, twisting his scarred face around to his left as a male comes into view. The other sits, watching the herd as if debating whether or not to stalk. Surely this male had smelled Malikye first for the wind was not in his favor until late. The deeply gray male shakes his thick pelt out and for some ridiculous reason begins to move towards the male. Blood stains his coat, wet droplets falling from his chin and neck from his earlier meal. His large paws are silent as he moves, muscles rippling under his thick coat that has no begun to shed. His auds flick towards the herd, behind him and forward again until he comes to a pause a few feet from the male. He stares at him for a moment, taking the time to casually evaluate the other. The male was obviously strong, about the same build and height as Mal too. If they would fight, it would be a glorious one.

"out for a hunt?" He questions blatantly, his low, gruff chords seeming to echo in the silence. His statement is simple, ears flicking forward as he watches the male. Rarely ever did Malikye start fights but when they occurred, he rarely ever lost. Still, he was hungry, bloodthirsty and in no mood for a brawl right now. If this male wanted a hunt, he would give him one and hopefully they would both be feasting this day.


"hear my battle cry."