Not everyone could see the dignity of her undertaking. She would kill off the ones that simply did not belong. Mother Nature provided the strong the ability to eradicate those that were deemed weak. Some would say that her actions were foul, murderer always traveled perfectly behind her name, and yet they were all blind. It was within their nature to hunt and attack the weak. The old female wolf she had met with the fields near the beach deserved her death. Her former imprint chose to be like the prey, wasting away his purpose and weaponry, being nothing more than a lame bum to his own pack. He could not provide for her or their pup, she was chained to him and she could not tolerate it any longer – he needed to be terminated. Along her travels within Molodain she had heard the frantic hushed whispers about the Black Prince. A behemoth that personified a true Demon that brought the Demons of Iromar and every other sinister wolf to shame. It was amusing to hear these wolves speak so fearfully about him that she had kept note to remembering his name should she ever come across him. Yet she never did attempt to seek him out – having no interest in meeting him. She was not afraid of his presence and did not think about him as she went on her nightly strolls. How can she fear something that she does not know?

It was unusual for her to be in the presence of a being that held the overwhelming sense of supremacy. Inside she was feeling some turmoil. There was a small part of her that felt the need to submit to someone that was toxically dominant and overwhelmingly she venomously refused to ever do such a thing. It was not her way. Her own black lips remained pulled back to show off her own sharp ivories, anticipating the thrill of sinking her teeth into his flesh and tasting his blood, believing that by doing so she could feed off of his dominance. She understood the meaning behind submitting to another and yet she had never allowed anyone that honor. The very idea was something she could not phantom and as his hackles rose and a terrible roar emitted from his shredded throat the Monster simply stood there. Her own ebony hackles rose and a low ferocious snarl ripped from her chest as she leapt at him unconcerned if she would be harmed or not. Her mauled carcass pressed into his own as she raised her dial aiming to get a piece of him, but he was far bigger than she was and his teeth dug into her thick ruff. As he put pressure on her she could feel her long limbs begin to shake and yet she pushed herself upwards in retaliation, while his teeth dug deeper into her flesh a vicious growl rumbled in her chest as her own pearly whites managed to grab hold of his shoulder. Violently she was thrown to the side, her massive paws touching the Earth again as she let go of his shoulder and shook her head and neck to rid herself of the memory of his form pressing on her. With her blood slipping from behind her neck her jaws parted and she let out a horrendous snarl as she bounded towards him and rammed her chest into his own, all the while he moves away from her. As he was trying to deal with his own confusion and his inability to figure out why he could not attack her, she a step to the side snapping her jaws as a warning for retaliation if he attacked her again.

When he bumps into her side she forces her shoulder into his side as her jaws snapped quickly in his face, grey-trimmed ears laced back in agitation. While he swings and heads and attempts to bite her she slips past him, her lean muscled frame easily sliding up against his own, as obsidian fur clashed into one another hardly telling just whose fur was who’s. Cold sapphire eyes narrowed as she took a step back as Tobias bit into his own leg. Pacing back and forth she would watch him carefully, lean muscles ripping underneath her scarred frame as her own mind began to tear. She had felt this familiar force that held her at bay when she wanted to attack. Earlier when Tobias was making his approach she had felt that familiar tug, but it was when they had their skirmish she felt that familiar thread try to pull her back. The last time she had second thoughts on attacking someone. Killing Chael proved most difficult. Each time she sunk her fangs into his flesh she felt nothing but tormenting pain, her soul literally ripping into shreds and it was after he took his last breath did she feel numb. She had not heard about imprinting until she came here and after learning about what she had done, she felt she had freed herself from the curse. Yet she was puzzled as she to why she had another one. Whipping her mauled face around she noticed how his form coiled, his long legs holding him like a tighten spring while her own form braced for impact. Jaws widen as she showed off her now bloodstained teeth prepared to sink her teeth into his flesh, disregarding if she was connected to him or not, it did not matter to her. Why should she feel a connection with anyone or anything when she hadn’t been capable of connecting with anyone at all? As harden sapphires locked on the fathomless pools of emerald the Monster let out a final deep snarl – a clear warning that he had better back off. Barreling towards him she charged as both their chests slammed into the other, her paws sliding due to his larger frame and muscle. Heated breath was shared between the two and when she felt his ebony skull rest along her back she went still.

Never before had she been involved with an embrace like this. It was different and slightly uncomfortable. The feeling of his frame pressing into hers and her own neatly melting perfectly with his own was an odd sensation. For a moment her mind went absolutely still. She could not hear their heavy breathing. But she could feel his heart thumping in his chest, beating quickly similar to her own, unsure if he was going to pull out another attack. She could feel him shudder and it caused her own form to shudder as well unsure with what her reaction is supposed to be. As his head remained along her back she could feel his weight push and lean into her own and she could not help it, but do the same, still unwilling to submit. Uncomfortable and unwilling to stay locked in this position she attempted to move out of it, but his snarl made her grow still. Her scarred form shaking as she growled with retort. One half-torn ear twitched at the sound of his raspy voice slipping out. When she felt his head lift off her back slowly she felt a sense of absence that was quickly covered up. Cold dark azure eyes glowered into those deaden green eyes as her own cold voice slipped out slowly from her scarred muzzle.

“I do not belong to you, I belong to no one. What is your name?”

She had the right to know just who had the audacity to think he owned her.

OOC: Powerplay used was discussed and allowed by the player of Tobias.