I feel my jaws clenching tighter onto her tail. She is a wolf most boring to the eyes. Most plain and brown. I see no value in her other than to explore her body. I taste the beginnings of blood upon my tongue. It is just a touch, just a taste to tempt me to go further. My violet orange eyes dilate with excitement. I feel my tail swing behind me as my muscles become tense with excitement. She struggles, yelping as she snaps in my direction. She was disoriented by strong tug upon her body. I growl, my lips exposed to the air as my fangs flash.

I begin to tug backwards, his fangs missing me but I suddenly realize we are not alone. Someone else wishes to join in the game, in the experience...or they wish to save her from the big bad wolf. I clamp down harder, like steel pushed together by pure power. I truly do not realize the magnificence I naturally exude. I am not as keen to it, it merely comes so very naturally. I feel her flesh coming up as I rake back slightly, my glorious eyes finding their way towards a younger wolf that begins to circle us. I growl a deep growl. It is menacing like a low hum of earth erupting in a storm of lava. I keep my eyes keen upon him, and lose a sense of the female in my jaws. She is no threat, and she has become more distressed with the approach of the other male.

I cannot help but feel a little...possessive. I will not allow him to protect her, to stop me from my games. I will not allow such things at all, and I make it perfectly clear with the look of pure dominance with my wrinkled, snarling face. He continues to approach though, and I watch him carefully. He does not move like a valiant knight He moves with curiosity, and there is a side most pleased within me to find that Melek and I are not alone in this world. He lunges forward, attacking her scruff and using his weight to hold her down. I allow my jaws to drop her mangled tail. My pink tongue reaches out to lap the slight stain of blood upon my white lips, lips that only reflect the look of my unknown father.

I did not expect another to help me on this day. I know Melek is around, somewhere near, but I do my own things at times. My massive paws step around, my movements deliberate and sleek, yet naturally powerful. I move towards her face as she struggles, and I smirk as I look down upon her. I lower my head in closer, hearing her whines as I look directly into her eyes....yes, her eyes. I wish to see one eye not so...inside of her anymore. I had ripped out the weak eye of Melek, but I had not gotten to see it, to mess around with it, though it is weakness and unworthy. Eden had also strangely eaten it...he was never completely right in the head, despite being my brother.

I reach my muzzle out, seeking to make slight rips on the sides of one of her eyes. She moves wildly, attempting to thrash but I trust the boy will do his part. I succeed in ripping the side of her eyes with careful placement of my fangs. I do feel that she snaps at my shoulder, succeeding in grasping a hold of me for a moment. I show no reaction to it other than the lifting of my hackles, and the movement of my own eyes to the boy. They command him, the sparkling orange within them screaming the commands of my mother Ava, for him to force her back and remove her fangs. What is it that he will do? I feel her attempting to bite me harder, my eyes narrowing with me as the adrenaline and pain increase. This is turning into more of a social experiment than I thought...