A full moon [OPEN]

Coarse pads crunched subtly along the grains of sand that littered the province as the massive physique of a timber wolf strode onward. An ebony pelt shrouded his masculine build and caused him to appear to be another shadow amongst the obscurity. His daunting silhouette materialized slightly, giving him the shape of a wolf once the moon’s faint luminance penetrated the gloom. As his muscles rippled promptly beneath his dense pelt, the ominous lupine easily eradicated the vast expanse of the dunes. Gentle billows of carbon dioxide expelled from his moist nostrils as he traveled to nowhere in particular. What was the reason for his expedition? Not even Malevolent knew, for sure. The velvety ears that resided atop his dome suddenly swiveled to catch the piercing howl of in the distance. Raising a single non existent brow in inquisitiveness, he rerouted and pointed his broad muzzle in the direction. If someone was howling, it better have been important. Grunting lightly, he rolled his shoulders before delivering a powerful kick of his hind legs upon the grating terrain.

Barreling forward, he rapidly increased his momentum and allowed his willowy limbs to become a blur, easily transporting his over the breadth. With his appendage pumping briskly beneath his colossal build and his dense appendage streaming out behind his posterior, he neared the location of the howler’s position. Reducing his pace until he strode forward in a silent fluent pace, keeping his awareness elevated. Malevolent’s sensitive ears instinctively strained forward to catch the words of conversing wolves. A jaded expression masked his features as he pivoted his shoulder, turning to stride away. Nothing interesting it seemed. However that’s when an aggressive snap, most likely from jaws closing around thin air. Now that was appealing. Whirling around glibly, he emerged from the brush, his tail arching over his vertebrae in a dominant half moon.

"I don't think you understand, handsome. Talking to an important, essential part of your pack is uncanny. You wouldn't want Malevolent on your tail for maiming his prized spy, now would you? "

A gravely, rather menacing chuckle emitted from his unhinged jaws as the Alpha emerged from the dimness. Weaving around to face the pair, he wrinkled his muzzle and peeled back his rubbery lips, allowed his lethal incisors to glint maliciously in the luminosity. Clicking his tongue along the roof of his mouth, the lupine tilted his skull in a perplexed manner, his crystalline irises narrowing. “Mmm, indeed. You wouldn’t like me on your tail, nor any other part of your body. Unless you prefer death and decay…” Shifting his intimidating gaze towards his spy, he sniffed lightly, “Zecora…would you be so kind as to enlighten me on the events that lead to this little confrontation? Please do include why there was unnecessary howling.” Malevolent remained still, his massive build towering off the other two wolves and his visible incisors gleaming rather portentously.

Apprehension shrouded Malevolent’s conniving irises as immediately registered that Emissary’s aggressive attitude was directed at both himself and Raine. It amused him, however he didn’t show any knowledge of knowing. Instead he allowed a spitefully inauspicious grin to shatter his frozen features, giving him an demoralizing demeanor. The one thing that completely put him on edge, was insolence. His past experiences allowed him to perceive the pair’s desire to disrepute him, which caused his muscles to tension and his irises to narrowed into menacing slits. The calculating hue within his gaze appeared to smolder in the weak luminosity as he observed the wolves actions. Rolling his shoulders, he rose to his full height with a lash of his dense packed ebony appendage. Allowing his tail to dangle above his vertebrae in a sign of dominance he tilted his broad muzzle at in inquisitive angle, awaiting the wolves to lock into battle with one another or leave and end their useless bickering. A jaded expression plastered over his facial region once Raine began to depart, however a mere second later, the male abruptly whirled around and lunged at the unsuspecting female.

Intrigued irises glinted callously as he watched the alabaster male clasp down onto Zecora’s onyx pigmented nape. At this point, the Alpha began striding in lingering circles around them, examining the fight with perceptive eyes. The dense hackles along his neck and shoulders bristled stiffly as he unhinged his jaws, allowing his condescending, taunting words to shatter the silence and linger in the haunting atmosphere like an impenetrable cloak of ridicule. “Zecora…my my my, have your fighting abilities dwindled? Have you forgotten that you are my only Emissary? I choose you for a reason…don’t make me regret that choice so quickly.” Allowing his venomous words to reach Raine’s ears, he continued in a slightly more pleased tone. “Hm…here’s one of your chances to prove yourself Delta, let’s seen if you truly are fit for a higher rank.”

His words were solely used to encourage the battling wolves into a more frenzied state of blood lust. Continuing to pace to and fro in a glib strode, Malevolent smirked, his thoughts reeling a devious plan. Abrasive pads crunched inaudibly against the grainy substance, leaving profound imprints in it’s brittle surface, creating a moat like appearance around the combating lupines. His silken textured ears swiveled around, both catching the sounds around him and the reverberating growls of the canines in front of him. For a moment, he abruptly decreased the momentum of his pacing and stood rigid, his earlobes becoming erect. Leaning forward intently, he positioned himself directly in front of the pair, his countenance distorting into that of an animalistic executioner. It vanished from his expression as quickly as it appeared, enabling neither of them to catch a glimpse. However he remained motionless, wondering why the fight hadn’t continued. It was silent for another heartbeat until a brutal snarl tore it’s way from the lithe female’s throat.

As she reared back and jabbed at the Delta’s neck viciously, he watched, not a single muscle twitching. The faintest breeze blew, capturing a few grains of sand in it’s wispy grasp and spiraling them away in dense billows. As the wind caressed his ebony pelt, the fibers ruffled gently, however he didn’t bat a lash. In fact, the breeze was the only sign that Malevolent was even alive. He appeared to have completely frozen, his glinting soulless irises plastered upon Zecora and Raine’s physiques. Without the slightest of warnings he suddenly began pacing again. It was odd to say the least, but a sudden twinge of light appeared to glisten over his eyes. Moist nostrils twitched in the obscurity of the night as he inhaled their scent’s. He could easily detect their emotions this way, and a confirming flicker burned in his gaze for a split second before diminishing like a candlelight. The Alpha’s actions, to someone who have been paying close attention, would be baffled to say the least.

However, he knew exactly what he was doing. He may not have been completely sane all his life, but he was extremely well with controlling himself and manipulating others to his liking. What he was doing now was deciphering and scheming. His plan was coming together rather nicely, even though it had yet to begin. His thin elastic basalt hued lips parted then continued to extend in the opposing direction, revealing and fully exposing his fatal incisors. The smooth ivory tinted tools used for dismembering gleamed prominently in the night, the serrated edges proven to have sawed through bone. His accurate hearing aided in detecting the seductive words whispered by the captured female, causing his wicked grin on the malicious Alpha’s muzzle to broaden.



OOC: Sure, of course. c; However Malevolent knows what he's doing even if it seems like he doesn't. Don't expect him to roll onto his back, he enjoys fighting as much as the next guy. x)