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Oh, he was almost there. The blood would flow from her neck and coat the ground, an angry red message spreadying slowly like ooze across the Inferni ground, soaking through their grasses and staining the very earth beneath lovely and wonderful crimson. He would slit her throat with his claws—it was unworthy of her blood to touch his mouth—and watch it bubble from the hole. This one was his, a clear message to the Inferni leader from Haku Soul—Sicarus hadn't even met any of Inferni save this scrawny weakling, and they'd already become the focal point of the pale wolf's endless violence. This faceless enemy would die.
He saw the stars in her eyes, the drowsy wooziness that had taken over the other canine's brain and made her slow and stupid—not that he was much of any threat even before he'd knocked her silly. A very cruel-looking grin spread across the Dahlian's face, and he drew his hand back, readying himself for the final strike—oh, it would be so beautiful. This was as close to sexual satisfaction as Sicarus allowed himself to get; this was almost like an orgasm for the asexual canine. He felt the bloodlust and violence building in him, begging for the sweet release of watching this woman's blood spray—whump. Before Sicarus could realize what was going on, he was in the air, flying and striking the ground, rolling before lying still a moment.
A growl echoed from the wolf's lungs, and he allowed himself only that moment of stunned silence, denied his orgasm. Rage exploded in his chest, and the wolf rolled to his feet quickly, his fire-gold eyes narrowed to slits as he stared down the other canine who'd dared take his satisfaction from him. Who interrupted Sicarus de Ericeto, slayer of whores and prostitutes? A malicious look was cast over to the tawny-furred canine, smaller than Sicarus but not by much, clearly laden with muscle—were it not for that slight size difference, Sic might have even acted in a brotherly way toward the other canine. He was not so thick-headed that he did not detect the subtle differences between wolfkind and this canis latrans, this coyote scum. The ears were larger, the muzzle slimmer and the body just generally smaller. Contempt flared on Sicarus's face, and he returned the other canine's growl with one of his own, noting the sharp blade in the other canine's hand.
Stalking left and then right, Sicarus's eyes darted to the canine behind this newcomer, still focused on her more than anything—she was the weaker of the pair, she would have made the better sacrifice to the Dahlian Rosen. The Italian wolf let out a snort, stepping forward toward the new coyote with his head down, robes flowing about his body. Sicarus didn't much care if they got dirty or even ripped—his coat provided more than enough shelter from the winter cold. A sneer appeared on his face as he approached, his steps swift and light, cocking his fist back to take a swing at the other canine, still wary of the knife but driven to rage beyond caring. Let that other weakling male rip at my flesh, the wolf thought, a growl erupting from his throat.
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