bloodsport

Sirius Revlis · 05-24-2011, 12:19 AM

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The bulkier male followed his sharp command, although Sirius had little doubt that his obedience was no more than a curiosity, daring the male to fulfill his obscene words with action. Fueled by the burning rush of his anger, the Alpha constricted it tight within himself, a sharp orb of determination in his gut. Years of strict control over his emotions and actions proved to be useful now, and no outward signs of irrational aggressiveness were shown - Merely the poisonous cunning to his eyes, massing around the needle slits of dark and cold pupils.

The pair moved easily across the wild terra, each built to fit it in their own particular way. Evolution had fashioned Sirius into an agile creature - Long limbs and rangy tendons, lean muscles that sat well on his lanky form. His large paws were soundless on the scattered, rocky tundra, and his lope was effortless, endless; A stride that could take the male to the end of the world and back. Larkspur's blood proved to provide different traits, and his heavyset form was perfectly adapted to the sharp muscular requirements necessary for traversing such a hard and merciless land. There was little doubt that his brute strength vastly outperformed the lean male beside him, but it would take more than strength or speed to defeat their unseen foe. The leader between the two would be determined permanently in the events that followed, and it was this thought that had provoked the cunning Sirius to such hazardous lengths.

They were quick to come to the killsite. Instantly, the ocher and umber male dropped his nose to the ground, trotting in wayward circles about the blood-splashed ground. His lovely tail was held in a tall banner, exuding a calm assertiveness and possessiveness, even now. Olive eyes did not lift again to Larkspur until he had finished - The trail was relatively clear, and would probably be so until they reached the dense forest. The bear was not a creature that nature had programmed to cover its tracks, for what stupidity would possess a lesser beast to follow such carnage?

A low authoritative uff! was uttered, deep in the male's throat - His lark, elegant ears held high over a fox-like, calculative profile. Only the wolf's broad maw and sharp, crocodile smile betrayed his true blood. Then, he was off; Long limbs easy stretched to a challenging speed, head held somewhat low so as to keep the invisible trail in check. When they reached the thick pines, his speed would have to slow as tracking became more difficult. The hunt had begun.

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