The scent of Death and fear is such an enticing aroma that does nothing more than cause the ghoulish creature to react in such a violet way. To exterminate those that are weak was an honorary privilege that few to none seemed to understand. This was how nature worked and one cannot go against nature. That the charred, wounded, dying Fiammeta was set on such a wet plate was not Tick Tock’s fault. This was how nature worked – the strong overcome the weak, the predator feeds on the prey, and a battered wolf was weak enough to be on the menu. Life isn’t always fair and it would be best if Fiammetta accepted the fact. It was in her very nature to be patient and it came eerily too simple for the lonesome she-wolf. Emotions were a dangerous thing and it would seem that no matter how many times Fiammetta would duke out emotional stabs nothing seemed to make Tick Tock, well, tick. Years of mental anguish and solitude provided the predator the ability to become superior to others. Emotions caused trouble, it caused miscalculation, and worse – death. Emotions were useless and being an unfeeling and uncaring creature provided greater chances of longevity.

With sharp fangs digging into the muscle of the fallen she-wolf the entire mind of the ghastly monster went black. There wasn’t anything else to think about. Her entire body was in an instinctual and methodical state. Her head would sway side to side causing more damage than she probably should at her attack point, her jaws would tighten its grip on the flesh and she would release suddenly and grip another section of flesh constantly digging. With the she-wolf unable to push her off, her forepaw continued to press down on the fallen lupine, not caring about anything else. At this point in time she had succumbed to her bloodlust the violently murderous deliberately taking a slow time to kill her prey. This was nothing more than a game. She lacked the ability to know and understand ‘fun’ or ‘play’ during her growing up years and so this kill allowed her to unwind and release. It was during her fury of biting down that she had managed to travel towards the wolf’s rhomboideus and as she bit down she felt her form be pushed away – doing damage to this muscle, thanks to Atlas’ involvement.

A low snarl was released as she felt her paws slide through the water and mud as the duo-toned male shoved her away from her kill. Long black stilts would move her away from the boy that was inexperienced, his teeth not catching on to anything, but air. Grey trimmed ears were laced tightly backwards against her skull as she stalked towards the boy that had dared to ruin her meal. Cold azure pools narrowed on her new target. With inexperience comes a much thrilling kill especially with a younger victim. Moving at a charge she picked up the distance between the two and she would slam into Atlas, not carrying that she was trampling over the she-wolf, as her blood-soaked ivories attempted to find purchase along his shoulder. One massive paw raked into his side as vicious low growls created a chaotic symphony this night. Yet as she was biting down on Atlas’ shoulder she felt something uncanny and ominous that she quickly let go.

Long limbs would make the Monster slowly back away from the two. The mauled creature would grow eerily quiet as she felt some type of invisible string pull her back followed by some sort of unknown force telling her she must not put herself in a threatening position. Violently her ebony skull would shake side to side as if she felt someones’ paw whacking either side of her head. The Angel of Death seemed quite disoriented as she felt something much stronger than she keep her from charging once more at Atlas. She could not injurie herself, something was telling her she wasn’t allowed to threaten her safety, because she harnessed something sacred. After stumbling across Tobias as her imprint she had felt his overwhelming presence as she traveled. Right now though she felt compelled to keep herself out of her new found situation, she felt like she had to keep herself from being hurt lest it hurt her other half and this slow realization did not please her at all. Furious she let out a terrible snarl, warning Atlas to stay away as she made a sharp turn. The fog and shadows would encircle around her as they draped her and provided her with cold seclusion. With her easy kill ruined by Atlas, and her need to stay alive for Tobias’ sake, she stalked off ignoring the two. Instead of food she hunted for a safe place to be – to keep herself away from her shadowed stalker.