For Razekiel. Marked mature for violence and death.

Revenge had all but swallowed Kai whole. He did not care whether or not he found the red eyed coyote, or even the bitch that had started this, but he was going to find someone and make them pay. Sicarus had made his point, and there was no way in hell that the tawny wolf was going to let Haku think he was anything less than worthy. With the fresh cuts on his face and body and a darkness in his face, the Dahlian stalked towards the Inferni borders. It was twilight, and night was approaching quickly. He made a point to look for any of those peculiar traps that the coyotes had made. Finding none, he crossed their borders.

The Waste was a barren, worthless place. Tall grass covered in snow, a mountain at their back and barely any forest. Kai had come from a land of trees, and knew their worth was far more valuable then any plain. Still he was glad that the snow and empty space made tracking easy. There were many scents, ranging in age and sex, including several prominent masculine ones that set his hair on end. Kai had never seen the leader of Inferni, but he imagined him to be a monster. It was one of these scents that was the freshest, and this was the one he began following. With any luck, he could surprise the coyote and kill him on his own turf. That would show them, all right.

Peace had been a distant, unwelcomed memory. Kai’s peace had been barraged with the unphysical abuse of a mother who had cared nothing for him. He was not made to stand by and watch her manipulate her way to the top, taking his stupid fat brother with her. No, he was made for violence and for bloodshed. Or so he believed. Kai had not killed anyone yet, but he believed that once he did his place within Dahlia would be sealed. Haku had seen fit to promote him thus far, and he would prove him right in doing so.

A fresh scent rose over the field, one very masculine and very much a part of Inferni. Without concern for who he might find (as Kai certainly didn’t believe that their leader was as much a monster as rumored), the blue eyed boy stalked his way towards the source. What he found was not unexpected; a male coyote with a red face. Though Optime, and looking rather ridiculous with the mop on his head, Kai believed he could take him. The wolf spent only the greater span of three minutes shifting to his Secui form. Then, with the weight and strength of this behind him, the fight was equal. Kai was inexperienced fighting Optime’s, but believed his size would only aid him.

With that, the wolf came charging towards the coyote, mouth open and hair all on end.

He had caught the mop-head by surprise, but had missed by an inch. The coyote stumbled out of his way and Kai was thrown, unused to his Secui body, but finding his agility was only slightly marred. Oh, the power that ran through his muscles was glorious. This was not going to be a hard fight, he would send this stupid coyote to the grave today. All four feet spread wide and dug into the earth, spinning his tan form to face the oncoming threat. It was much closer then he expected, and the hulking wolf was faced with sharp, white teeth coming for him. Almost instantly, he instinctively lowered his head, protecting his throat but exposing his face and shoulder to the blow.

Something caught his cheek, drawing blood and reopening a wound the red-eyed coyote had done, and he began snapping wildly. Kai was inexperienced; this was clear from his fighting style. It was frantic, as wild as a cornered raccoon. He wasn’t thinking outside of himself, and even then, there was little thought. All he could smell was blood and all he needed was to find something to connect to and shake the life out of. If he could grab an arm, or the neck, he’d turn the masked coyote into a ragdoll.

He had made a terrible mistake—Kai had believed himself invincible, and he had believed that he could walk right back in and erase the error that he had made while fighting the other coyote. This time, though, there was no room for error. Kai was alone, and Kai was fighting for his pride. So when he grabbed flesh in his mouth, Kai was thrilled and sucked in the scent of blood like a fine perfume. It intoxicated him and blinded him, just as it had when he had fought his brother. He could have won. He should have won. Except his whore mother had rushed in to save her favorite son and Kai, blinded by his ego, did not see her approach. Had he been wiser, he would never have been exiled and never come to Dahlia de Mai. He would never have met his glorious leader and never met his companion and best friend.

He would never have died on coyote land either. Teeth sunk into his shoulder, a thick muscle that sent pain rushing up and down his spine. Kai did not growl, he yelp—his voice was pained and high, a boy’s cry against unfamiliar and unwelcomed pain. Then all too suddenly he was thrown onto the ground, where he continued to thrash violently. There was no more glory, no more ego. There was only panic and terror. Kai realized he had made a mistake, and now realized that if he did not get up and get back on his feet he was doomed.

This is his last post, powerplay is all you now. :]

That was it. Claws began to cut into his side, tearing apart his white and crème fur, staining his body red with his own blood. The ground below him began lapping it up, and all Kai could do was scramble and try and fight free. He was screaming, and the boy was now terrified. He couldn’t get up. That coyote had him pinned and rockets of pain were tearing through his vision. Kai’s blue eyes squeezed shut, desperate not to face the red-eyed madman, and he continued to scramble and try and fight off his attacker.

Desperation made him sloppy and weak, and the loss of blood was making this even worse.