[html] The rain had slowed to a drizzle, clouding the world in a misty veil that left everything white and smokey. As wasn't unusual for him, the prince was hunting. Not for sustenance as one might expect of an animal, but rather for the thrill and practice, keeping his skills honed to deadly precision. Samael didn't hunt to eat—he hunted to kill. Kaena had trained him to kill. Kaena had trained him to be a murder machine, ready every second to slaughter anyone and anything at anytime. And his targets weren't prey, unless you counted wolves as such. Wolves were inferior, and they deserved to die. Not even that, for they were worthless creatures—merely tools for amusement. Something to allow his claws to carve through flesh and feel blood on his skin.
Something moved in his vision and muscles coiled, body tensing as crimson gaze sough out the source. A rabbit moved across his sight and fur bristled, claws sinking into the damp earth as he went into motion. Fast, small, but an easy target once in range. No claws or spikes or teeth to speak of in defense. They merely screamed and cried in agony once their speed and agility failed them, falling to deadly fangs without a worthwhile fight. Paws beat against the soil, hare dancing and twisting through the long grass and rocks like a serpent, attempting to lose the predator gaining on it. Throwing a last few bursts of speed into his pace, Samael's fangs flashed, grabbing the rabbit between his teeth as hind legs slammed into the ground.
Tasting blood on his tongue, he crushed down harder, throwing the creature into the air and watching as it spiraled insanely through the sky. Soft-furred body slammed back down to the ground, creature crying out in pain as delicate bones smashed with the impact. Blood oozing from it's nose and mouth, he buried his fangs in it's belly, relishing the warmth and life he'd just extinguished before rising and turning away, already bored with this hunt. [/html]
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If you want, feel free to powerplay them walking and finding the NPC wolf and/or scent.
indent The fog clung low to the ground, the cold air causing it to wrap around his feet as he moved. The Waste seemed ethereal, a border between one world and another. Monsters lived and breathed here, great monoliths of the past that came out of the dark and the mist before vanishing with blood on their hands. Gabriel paused, realizing that the scent of blood was drifting over the rise. He had been at a distance that prevented him from hearing the rabbits scream, but as he neared he spotted his half brother moving away from the carcass. Frowning, though he was not entirely displeased, the hybrid advanced. “Samael,” he offered as a greeting, yellow-gold eyes bright in the gray-white mist that covered the lands.
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[html] A dark figure emerged from the mist with burning yellow eyes. Muzzle twisted faintly with a cold smile, blood dripping from his lips to fall quietly to the ground below. Pink tongue emerging from his mouth, running along his muzzle to remove the deep crimson, "Gabriel," came his quiet reply. The rabbit was dead, but his bloodlust had yet to recede. Bloodred eyes bright with burning desire, narrow muzzle suddenly thrust into the air, scenting something above the metallic stench of freshly spilled blood. The fur along his neck and shoulders lifted faintly, turning to his half-brother with a coy expression. Fangs bared with a grin, he watched the Aquila, seeing if he'd sense what he himself did. "I smell a fool with a deathwish," the prince crooned happily, head tilting to one side as he spoke and expression nearing ecstatic.
Turning away, he took off at a steady trot, head lowered and fur bristling. Gabriel would be sure to follow. Gabriel would never allow some fool wolf to trespass on Inferni's lands. That was one thing the younger creature could count on in his older sibling. Differences aside, this fool being would soon be dead. The wolf was a scrawny looking thing, sniffing around the rocks and grasses with a wistfulness distinct in those fallen on hard times and unable to survive on their own. Own yellow eyes blank and hungry, it lifted it's head to peer at the coyotes, lips pulling back from it's fangs as though it honestly believed it had some right to exist in this place. [/html]
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indent The scent crept in like a bad dream, and Gabriel’s fur began to rise along his shoulders. Of course they should find a wolf here, on their lands. Of course he should be alone and looking for a fight. The strange male was weak and smelled of old, sour shit and the strange forests. Gabriel’s head lowered and his muzzle twisted, bearing his fangs. There was no thought process in what had to be done; Inferni was at war and Inferni was not going to stand for this. His war was one of society and one in his blood—destroy the weak and crush the fools who dared question his clan’s intention.
indent No words passed between the brothers. Gabriel rushed forward and met the wolf head on, ducking his head low. The wolf’s teeth grabbed thick fur but the hybrid’s teeth connected with flesh. He bit down and tore, leaping back as blood began to spill from the muscle above the stranger’s left leg, close to his chest.
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[html] Gabriel rushed forward, attacking the wolf head on and tearing into the creature. It's jaws met only fur, but the hybrid ripped away flesh, blood pouring from the wolf's leg as Gabriel leapt back. Samael spent no time watching the scene before moving forward himself, leaping at the beast while his half-brother was occupied with the face and jaws. Head moved quick as a snake, teeth bite down on one hind-leg, sinking fangs into it's heel and snapping the delicate bonework that helped keep the creature standing. A cry tore from deep within it's chest as the two creatures tore at it, snapping fangs and whipping it's head around like a madman, eyes wide with terror and the knowledge that death was approaching and there was nothing he could do about it. Injured leg gave way and Samael moved for the exposed belly, sinking teeth into soft flesh and tearing to reveal the warmth and organs held within, spilling them onto Inferni's soil. [/html]
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indent They worked with the solidarity of one purpose. It was to kill, to ruin, and to break the stranger into the dust. He felt the laughter rising in him, but he held this in. All Gabriel did was grin, a big American grin that he had earned in the southwest. Teeth flashed as he rushed forward, seeing the wolf fall to his brother. Gabriel snapped at the stranger’s face, felt his teeth pierce the eyes with a quiet pop. The wolf howled, writhing, and Gabriel drew back, blood-spattered and grinning, and he watched. Their mother had taught them well.
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[html] Flesh tore and innards fell to the ground, spilling blood in a deep pool around the wolf's feet. His work was finished, but Samael wasn't done yet with the creature. Gabriel tore at it's face and eyes, blinding the wolf as it cried out a blood-curdling sound that ripped through the air. The sound, the blood—it spurred him on like nothing else. An aphrodisiac and stimulant, he wanted the throat. Gabriel had drawn back, and Samael went for the neck of the maimed beast. It slashed blindly, but the prince had already gotten his hold and the wolf could only fall back coughing as blood spilled from it's gaping throat. Here now he stood back to watch as well, fur still bristling and eyes wide and mad with bloodlust. But the job was finished and he'd begin to settle down. Instead, vision turned on his older sibling, quietly licking the blood from his lips and muzzle. [/html]
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indent It was such a curious thing, that Gabriel and Samael were near polar opposites of a holy spectrum. One was God’s light and God’s sword, the other a demon, a devil. Still, they were alike in many ways—this much Gabriel could see as he watched the younger man tear apart a stranger for no reason outside of the simple fact he had been there. “The strongest survive,” he said quietly, thinking of another time, long ago, when they had spoken in a dank subway tunnel.
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[html] Gaze moved back to his sibling when he spoke, leaving the tattered remains of the trespasser. Gabriel had said that once to him before, in regards to the fact that they were both the only remainders of each of their litters. Samael didn't know the fate of Razekiel and Ahemait, and while they each could of been dead, he didn't quit believe so. They were made of stronger stuff than that, and to die so easily at the hands of a mortal world was a disgrace and a mockery of everything they were made of and had come from. Somewhere probably the Prince of Lies was lurking, lying his way to the top like the little spy and traitor he was. And somewhere he believed the Princess of Lust was still alive as well, even fulfilling the destiny written out for her by the prophecy their father had spoken before they were even born. But here remained the Prince of Fear, never leaving the clan his mother had loved so dearly and once ruled. That had lured her back so many times and would perhaps draw her back again one day before hellfire took her. "And the weak," said the prince, wiping the crimson from his lips. "Don't deserve to exist."[/html]
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