Where has my respect for you gone?(E.T)

Ebony curtains masked the beast’s vibrant hoar frosted irises as his velvety chin remained cushioned between his sizeable paws. Gentle gusts of atmospheric gas to eject from his glistening nostrils, which in turn caused a few of the grains that surrounded his muzzle the twirl a few feet in the opposing direction before settling back onto the dune’s canvas. As his ribcage enlarged with each inhale that inflated his lungs, the fine hair fibers along his spine ruffled, due to the relentless breeze. Due to the sudden overwhelming amount of disrespect and rebelliousness with his pack members, the Alpha had turned much more unsympathetic and solemn. Now, when anyone spoke out of turn or refused an order, he either demoted them or had them punished in another manner. An Alpha that couldn’t control his own pack was no Alpha at all. He was not about to let his pack fail because of his lack members lack of respect for him, like the Alpha before his father, Frotario. At first, Frotario had ruled with a golden paw, and there was no questions after he given an order.

Later on he turned soft over a female, which ultimately caused the destruction of the pack’s respect for dominant ranks. Not only that, but he was no longer physically fit. Unlike the others, who fight at least twice a week during daily spars, he remained cuddled up with Sylviasta day after day. Without proper exercise his muscles weren’t at their paramount and he couldn’t restore order with his jaws, nor his words. He became a huge joke to the pack, and Vlandole, which was Malevolent’s father, literally beat him out of the Alpha rank. Once it had became the reign of Vlan, he was intolerant of any sort of insolence of mutinous behavior. If someone spoke out against his laws, he’d silence them. Whether is was forcing them to submit, exiling them or even snatching away their life. Now that Malevolent took over the role after murdering his father, he ruled his pack in a similar way of his father. It wasn’t necessarily intentional, but he has his father’s violent blood coursing through his veins.

While regaining regulations, he had exhausted himself, leaving his sleep deprived body unfit. The past few days he had taken some time out to regain his strength, but only in the obscurity of the barren parts of the Dunes or the Canyons. So that none of his members seem him at his weakest. However now, he was well rested and had been replenishing his body. Silence enveloped him as he slept, his muscled build reclining against the platform of a granite slab. Yet through the silence a abysmal howl erupted upon the tranquility of the scene, immediately awakening the drowsy male. With a aggravated grunt rumbled in the back of his throat, he applied pressure to his forelimbs and hoisted his physique off of the mineral. Giving a half hearted shake of his pelt, he removed the excess grains of sand from his obsidian coat. Leaping fluidly from the structure, he allowed his outstretched paws to cushion his fall to the scorching sand below.

Conveying himself rapidly along the province he followed the call of Avarice, well aware of the meeting that had been scheduled. Although it wasn’t supposed to take place until the sun was at it’s peak. Inclining his chin skywards, he glared at the sun, which hadn’t even made it halfway across the sky. This is ridiculous. Snorting from the impatient calls of the female, he accelerated, easily covering the expanse with glib strides. Upon arriving, he strained his ears forward, plastering his dull gaze onto her infuriated features. Steadily moving towards her, he finally came to a halt a few feet from her rose his skull in a regal manner, his impassable gaze locking onto hers. Unlocking the trap doors of his jaws, he spoke in a raspy voice, obviously tinged with fatigue. “What is it that I can assist you with, Rice?” Not a trace of hostility radiated from his somber build as he observed her, awaiting an answer.

Inspecting her through half lidded eyes, he tipped his broad muzzle at an angle, unfazed by her astonishment by his sudden appearance. Although a single non existent eyebrow cocked as she mirrored his movements. However it was more of an amusing scene, considering her significantly small size, however Malevolent, being the aggressive brute that he was, automatically took that action for a threat. Yet he didn’t show it. Instead he remained indifferent and just watched her, his ears revolving as the words squirmed into his ear canals and he allowed his brain to register them. Obligated, huh? A rather callous countenance masked his features as she spoke of leaving. Did he care? Not in the slightest. If she wanted to leave then she was free to leave. He didn’t have to ask her why because the scent that secreted from her alabaster pelt answered the question for him.

Did he feel the need to question her about it? Not at all. As far as he was concerned, if she wanted to transfer to the Earth pack that was fine by him. Transfer to be buried of course. The glint of rebelliousness immediately caught his attention, igniting a flame and causing his demeanor to suddenly become rather malicious whilst a murderous intent reflected in the depths of his glacial pools. He would have no use of her mutilated limp body once he was through with her, so she was free to be buried on the grounds of Earth. In fact, the male who’s scent contaminated her pelt could be the one burying the remains of her body if it please him. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in hostility, he spoke in a calm, firm voice. “If you had any intelligence left in that love sick mind of yours…you’d change your posture…quickly.”

In those few seconds that she announced her departure, she morphed into a completely disrespectful, challenging wolf. Not only did it unnerve him, but it also allowed his demented thoughts to ring clearly through his mind. He didn’t have to hold back his irises, which zeroed in on her weakest most vital areas. Not only did she morph, but he did as well. With his skull descending slightly and his tail protruding outwards and becoming aligned with his spine, he allowed a ghostly cackle to ring out into the atmosphere. Allowing his appendages to urge his massive build forward, he circled her in lazy strides, his hackles elevated and swaying stiffly as he moved. A sinful aurora enveloped his physique as he gazed at her, his homicidal gaze gazing up and down her form as if she were a slab of meat. His voice rang out clearly, however it held a feral tone, “If you think of me as your Alpha or not, you will respect me. I don’t care who you are, however you are well aware of who I am and my...reputation. Impertinence is something I do not tolerate. Do I make myself clear?” With each word he spoke, he drew closer and closer towards her, his gaping jaws flashing threateningly.

At this point, his jaws was within inches of her slender build and any stable emotion was drained from his features. All that remained was an expression one would only have nightmares about. The stories mothers would make up to frighten their child into not doing something. Those demons of the night that were said to do torturous things to do. Every evil and sinful creature that would bring pain and ultimate destruction. Malevolent was currently detached from reality, from pity, from regret. He was functioning on bloodlust. Very rarely did he enter this faze where his jaws snapped hungrily and his irises filled with complete and utter turmoil. However the switch that usually allowed him to become a destructive hellion had been flipped and the chances of her survive just dropped dramatically. “I couldn’t help but notice you posture had yet to change.” The statement was no more than a ghostly whisper as a gruesome cackle tore at his throat.

"You will not touch her. I don't care who you are. Coming after my mate and threatening her is something that I will not put up with. So you had better change your position. Do I make myself clear?"

Amusing. The incompetent fool couldn’t even think a snappy comeback, so he had to revise Maow’s own words. Although Malevolent cast aside his humorous words for a moment to realize what had taken place moments beforehand. A scar riddled brute had materialized from the faultless dunes, aggression radiating from him in violent churns. Not only that but a distinct scent emitted from his bristled pelt, tickling at Malevolent’s flaring nostrils. It take a mere seconds for the scent to register and a familiar name came to mind. One that hadn’t been spoken nor thought of in years. Feral. His lost brother had returned. Why? Wasn’t he dead? The demonic cast a glimpse of the beast as he suddenly barreled forward in a rather psychotic manner, his powerful jaws snapping and connecting brutally with the flesh of the male which stood before him. Gravelly snarls erupted from him as he spat out threatening words. "I would also like to make myself clear, you will not remotely escape unscathed."

Forcing his gaze to tear from his brother, which descended upon the alabaster Earth wolf violently, ripping at the flesh with aggressive rumbles. Returning his attention to Avarice he allowed a merciless sneer to carve into his remorseless features. Unhinging his jaws once more, he swiped the tip of the fleshy organ along the jagged ends, tendrils of saliva connecting in a savage manner. Smirking as the female tried to charge toward her mate’s aid, he easily swung his jaws, which were inches from her to begin with, towards her physique. Hoping to pierce her flesh, he thrashed his skull before charging towards his brother’s side. The slate hued male continued his vicious assault upon the intruder, and Malevolent turned on his heels to face Avarice once more. She had attempted to collide with Feral, however the Alpha intersected and rolled his shoulders back, forcing his chest to take the impact. Although her build was slender and agile, she was able to cause enough of an impact for Maow to grimace, his glacial irises suddenly becoming ablaze. Suddenly taking on a demonic form, he forced a horrendous snarl to rip from his throat, overwhelming the other sounds and reverberating off into the distance.

"I recommend backing the hell off brute."

Scathing words slithered from clenched teeth as Malevolent glared ruthlessly at her, his dense appendage curling dominatingly over his vertebrae. “Your recommendations aren’t desired. However feel free to use those jaws for something useful and attempt to defend your mate.” Cackling in a satanic manner, he allowed his lower jaw to slacken and his curtaining lips to peel back, revealing his lethal incisors. Snapping them antagonistically he flickered his ears subtly, quite amused by her threatening growl. However as he abruptly lunged for his brother’s throat, a belligerent snarl erupted from his barrel and he forced his hind legs off the province, propelling himself towards her and meeting her halfway with snapping jaws. His movements became pristine and precise as he swung his dome to and fro, snapping ruthlessly at her build. If he wasn’t successful he was just continued to throw his weight at her, hoping to force her off her paws and pin her.

Blood will be spilled. If they were lucky, a life would be lost.

But only if we got lucky.