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Odd post, here. :O Dated whenever you want.

He was here again, but he hated this place. Filled with imbeciles, filled with ignorance. A place he would scoff at. So, why was he here? It seemed that his legs had simply carried him here, as if on a mission of their own. But really, he knew. Bael wanted to be here; he thirst for blood and longed to satisfy that hunger. That very same hunger filled Kesho himself on occasion; he got the overflow, the anger that could no longer be contained by the beast.

It was some strange, ruggedly determined part of him that craved that blood, too. Maybe it was just too easy, coming here. He knew that he would be found, and that the chances of being recognized were high. After all, he'd confronted two of their pack already... one, before had been a supposedly achieved leader. Kesho nearly snorted at the thought. That weak, cowardly russet-colored wolf had turned tail and ran from him like a scared little boy. Was it a challenge he really wanted? Maybe, though he really knew better, now. He shouldn't go around and make enemies for no reason; but the allure still hung in the air, and he followed it's scent this time.

The old Hydra stood there, midday, simply staring, red-eyed, across that assumed line between the free land and that wolf laden place filled with idealistic people. Maybe one day, they would learn that the world wasn't that simple, that it could not be that way. There was always war, torment, disease, hunger. You couldn't run away from it and expect to survive.

And maybe it was just the wind, rustling as it loved to through the pines, but he thought he tasted new, untainted life. They were breeding. Those wretched children would do well to learn what this world was really like, outside of rainbows and happy little trees.

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Kesho could smell the big coward before he could see him. Immediately, the old Hydra's hackles were raised, his whole body alert. He remained still for minutes as the scent grew stronger, knowing that the Cercatori man had discovered him and was headed this way. A grin spread across his face, mischievous and darkly splendid. There would be blood.

The large russet man emerged from the shaded wood in his massive Secui form, though Kesho was not intimidated; maybe he should have been, all he saw was an overly compensating brute who was nothing but a weakling underneath. He babbled some nonsense, defending the lands that Kesho had not even yet entered, and Kesho scoffed.

"What would you do about it, if I did?" he taunted, lips curling into a snarl, body braced and just itching for a fight, dark hisses in his mind growing louder, more persuasive. "Run away again?" he snickered in low, rough tones.

The graying, rust-colored coyote had no good reason to be here, no true meaning behind his visit, although one was quickly forming. If he could so easily shed this idiotic brute's blood, why wouldn't he? The hefty wolf was all too confident; it could easily be his downfall.

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“We’ll see who’s running the second you come past my borders boy,” Shawchert managed threateningly through a growl.

It was funny, and so Kesho laughed. It was not filled with mirth, but with a dark and hollow irony. The large russet brute before Kesho was not considered a threat. Shawchert used his strength without knowledge, aiming blows blindly wherever he could; Kesho's fighting style was perfected in lupus form. Though he was slower now, his speed was still admirable, and was especially useful against a large, heavy foe like this. Shawchert should have been afraid; Kesho was not.

His posture was low and dangerous. The Inferni Hydra circled the man with prey-driven focus, crimson eyes dark and hungry. Kill him, Bael whispered, injecting venomous thoughts whenever he could. He desired it; to make him bleed, make him hurt. He would, he could. Kesho's vision suddenly became blinded, his world became both bright and dark, and then he could see.

“If I’m right, you’ve been over my borders before... I at least have a REASON to attack you.” the orange beast spat out.

Kesho snarled, hackles raising fully. What would he gain from trespassing? Those lands were filthy and tained, anyways.

"You're wrong," he said darkly, an unfitting grin showing his dangerous yellowed teeth.

He hadn't been, yet, but the false accusation had fueled his rage, eyes filled with the hottest fire. Now, he would trespass.

With quick motion, the old coyote darted across that invisible line, several yards into the territory before he turned back, heading straight for the hideous wolf. Moments before collision, his path veered to the right, and he aimed a strike at the man's throat, hoping he had been sufficiently caught off guard to rip out that vital artery. Kesho was overcome with an exhilarating sense of anticipation, aching to taste that sweet, warm, tainted blood on his tongue. He would tear the brute apart, render his large, useless muscles unusable, and leave him there, unrecognizable, suffocating on his own blood.

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It's okay! <3

The man leaped away, but Kesho was on him just as quickly. He'd tasted blood, and wanted more, right then. Adrenaline surged through his veins and he felt nothing as the giant, clumsy beast ripped at his ear, tearing some of the flesh away and leaving a searing tear from which blood flowed freely down his face. A snarl ripped through his throat, and waves of anger propelled his body forward, hurling his body against the russet wolf's, using his body weight to try to knock him down, or at least discombobulate him. Being so close, sharp ivory canines flashed and shot out towards the man's neck, face, and chest once again.

Kesho sprinted back, away from the beast, and circled him twice with dangerous style before coming in to strike again. The Hydra wanted the wolf dead. He wanted him to learn a lesson; he should not underestimate anyone. And the large man certainly shouldn't trust his large size to win him fights. Kesho would be sure that it wouldn't.

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durrrr

The wolf faltered, and the coyote was on him. Kesho hurled himself at the large brute, even as he rose, seeing the advantage he could gain by keeping the beast off of his feet. Knock him down, and he would die swiftly.

Eerily, his lips curled back into a smile at the thought, crimson eyes burning with an unnatural fire, something more than his own. Yellowed, dangerous teeth struck out at flesh again, seeking the tender belly of the beast. Enraged, the beast flew at him, faster than the Hydra thought he could move. Kesho could not dodge this attack in time, and the wolf managed to grab a bit of flesh around his neck. Leaping from the wolf's grasp, Kesho felt his skin rip.

His vision went black, blinded. Kesho lashed out, insanely, erratically, with deathly speed and force. He would destroy that repugnant, offensive creature. Kesho's shoulder and neck were soaked in his own blood, but he felt nothing, saw nothing. Sharp, demonic teeth sought that familiar blood, despite his own body quickly losing it.