Killing is Only the Beginning...

(July 27th: Closed to Rajah and Mortaray)

Silence followed the immense tiger as it slunk through the undergrowth. Like a shadow, the feline padded through the dense trees, it’s tail tip twitching slightly. A small gap in the tree’s emerald leaves, allowed a stream of sunlight to pierced the area. The light bounced of the tiger’s face, revealing it to be none other than the murderous villain, Rajah. The tiger, had trespassed onto the enemy territory moments before, in search of a hero to snack on. The feline did this very often, he came over to kill and eat the heroes…or when he was just bored…to kill them for the fun of it. On this particular day, he was bored. With a low huff, Rajah stepped away from the light, concealing himself in the shadows once more. It was just past dusk, so many of the heroes would be sleeping, if not, all of them. Now was the perfect time to pick off a few vulnerable snacks.

He rasped his barbed tongue over his muzzle, removing traces of blood. The scarlet fluid still decorated his visage and stained his teeth and claws, but he didn’t care. What was the point of washing it off, when you were just going to get more on it? He pushed away his thoughts and continued onward. A slight breeze carried secrets of the territory and caused the tiger to grin. He detected the scent of a hero, and it was close by. Not only that…but also…blood? Now what would a hero be doing at this time of night? Hunting? Not likely. “Ha. I’d be something else if a hero was doing something like…murdering a poor creature.” He laughed silently, how ironic would that be? However, it was also unlikely. The simple minded hero probably just stubbed it’s toe or something.

Rajah followed the scent and lowered his crown to gaze at the scene that was unfolding before his eyes. “No way…” He said silently.

The timber wolf stood there over the dead animal, his neck, parts of his face, as well as his forelegs were coated in the crimson liquid. His chest not even heaving as he lunged forward again at the ripped open stomach of the animal, grabbing it insides and tearing them out more so across the ground. He had not a single glint of guilt in his eyes as he tossed the gory matter onto the ground and went forward once more with fangs bared to nab at more of the organs.

He ripped and tore splattering more blood on to the ground even though it was coated in it already. He stopped before looking at the maimed animal, growling lowly, his craving for blood still not satisfied, he had murdered this animal with no real intention of eating it and yet his thirst just grew and it made him infuriated as he looked over the bloody beast. Now he knew he scented the offspring of this animal somewhere earlier...Where was it? Raising his head he blinked sniffing the best he could through the blood coating him and the ground.

He smelled the tiger but completely dismissed it for now, and only for now. That's when he smelled it, the strong scent of fear coming only a few feet in front of him. A dark, corrupted smirk formed on his maw as he stepped over the dead animal and proceeded forward chuckling lowly all the while. The small animal busted out of the underbrush and tried to flee but Mortaray quickly seized it up tossing it into the air like a toy. He let it hit the ground and it gave out an agonized sound, and all Mortaray could do was laugh with insanity and blood thirst as he went forward grabbing the leg of the much smaller animal and slammed a paw on it. Dislocating it's shoulder. He ripped the animal's leg off before tossing the leg like it were nothing and seized the animal's stomach and proceeded to rip out it's insides also.

(Ooc: Violent? No not at all.)

Rajah slipped from the shadows, and stood, watching the wolf rip apart the raccoons. The tiger was amused, and somewhat interested. He merely observed, his narrowed irises like frozen flames and his tail twitching ever so slightly. After the canine completed the slaughtering and nipped at the organs of the mangled offspring, Rajah allowed a smirk to darken his features. “Interesting.” His voice was sinister, and echoed across the terrain in a ghostly manner. The feline strode toward the blood soaked timber wolf, his lips peeling back, displaying his bloodstained ivories. “You know…I was actually here to tear you apart as you did those raccoons…” He allowed his words to trail off as he continued to near the wolf.

The corrupted corpse of the adult raccoon blocked his path, however, Rajah merely walked across it. His claws sinking into the body of the small mammal, and squishing it’s entrails. The feline suddenly stop and scooped the heart of the raccoon from it’s rib cage and gazed at it with interest. A devilish chuckle slid from the demented tiger and he suddenly clenched his ‘fingers’ together, squishing the heart. The warm scarlet fluid splattered Rajah’s visage and chest fur, and he tossed the organ aside. “However…you caught my attention…” The massive tiger circled the wolf, keeping his brutal irises on him the entire time. “You are a hero, correct?” Rajah cast a half hearted glance to the remains of the raccoons, “As far as I’m aware, heroes don’t have those…hobbies.”

With a snort, the feline came to a leisure stop, directly in front of the canine. He lowered his crown, so that it matched eye level with the blood coated Lupe, “Care to explain?” Rajah’s words were calm and collected, yet they were coated in venom. He flexed his muscles as he tilted his crown in wonder. This wolf interested him. Actually, the wolf’s eyes interested him. They were completely normal…besides the murderous glint and the crimson ring around his pupil. Rajah decided to not tear apart the hero…yet. First, he wanted to know a bit about this dog’s strange behavior. It excited him. It was like seeing himself. A smaller, stickier, dimwitted, flea-bitten version of himself.

Mortaray stared at the tiger, his eyes narrowed all the while as the feline spoke. However, even with the 'aggressive' look in his eyes he did nothing just watched the tiger as it circled him before coming to stop. His breath were so low that you could almost swear it was as if he wasn't even breathing. Only after the tiger finished talking is when he parted his jaws just slightly licking his lips, and letting a soft breath escape him. "Quite so." He respond, his own dark, sadistic voice seeming to linger in the now quiet area. He blinked, only once never letting his eyes leave the tiger's gaze. However, even so he didn't let his guard down. He was ready to dodge if need be.

He closed his jaws for a moment as if thinking as what to say, but in truth he knew exactly what he needed to say. Yet, he said nothing know just how much feline's doubt canine's intelligence. He honestly couldn't blame them for that, dogs, or more like canines in general weren't the brightest thing but he, he was an exception. "I am a hero," He started. "But where's the fun in just protecting someone when you can tear someone, anyone, apart and fest on there insides just as easily? I think the second opinion is much more enjoyable." He said letting a dark chuckle slide out from his jaws. "Wouldn't you agree?" He said, lowering his eyelids just slightly to give a more cocky appearance if only for a moment.

The palace cat smirked slightly, watching as the young timber wolf kept it’s body tense and it’s eyes trained on him. Perhaps the wolf was covering its fear by acting ‘tough’ or maybe it was just plain stupid. Everyone knew Rajah had a taste for canine blood, and his hatred toward the mutts caused him to kill many and not think twice about it. The posture that this wolf had was fueling his temper, quickly. Rajah’s frozen irises began to take on heat, and in moments amber flames licked at the air, causing his eyes to ‘glow’ in the somber darkness. He lifted his crown and stood at full height, easily towering over the Lupe, and he allowed a venomous chuckle to slip from his tongue.

"But where's the fun in just protecting someone when you can tear someone, anyone, apart and fest on there insides just as easily? I think the second opinion is much more enjoyable." The tiger merely unsheathed his ebony claws and sunk the blood coated digits into the soil. "Wouldn't you agree?" Rajah, who literally stood an inch from the wolf, dropped his jaws and replied coldly, “Quite so.”

Before the words fully left his lips, the striped feline lashed out. He leaned on his hind legs, and threw his paws out to the wolf’s chest, his claws glinting dangerously. Rajah allowed a silent bloodcurdling snarl to rip from his throat as he did so, his irises glinting with murderous intent. He wasn’t aiming to kill, only to tackle and pin the wolf down. The tiger was obviously much much larger than the wolf, however, the wolf was large for it’s species. It made pinning the canine down much easier, that and the fact of how close he was. However, if the wolf somehow magically avoided the attack, Rajah would merely strike out with both his teeth and claws with an actual intent to kill the wolf. If Rajah was able to pin down the canine, he would wrinkle his muzzle in a snarl saying, “I would lose the attitude dog, unless you’d like to end up like those coons.”

Rajah was in fact, impressed with the wolf’s guts. However, if the dog continued to lack fear, then Rajah would have to tear it into him. Even if it resulted in the wolf losing a limb…or it’s life.

Before Mortaray knew what was going on he was on the ground. A loud ompf sound escaping his jaws but not for an instant did a yelp or whine give out. True, this large feline could and probably would kill him but he wasn't scared. He didn't fear death, he knew if he was meant to die then he would. Even if it meant living his younger brother behind...That made his cold heart ache just a little at that thought but the timber wolf let no sign of fear show at all. "I will not fear you even if you take my life. I have no sense of the word and only wish to continue my bloody rampage...." He said his face calm as it possibly could be. He had no 'attitude' to his voice either its just how he was, true in the past he would of been scared crudless because of this but now with how much he had changed he just couldn't be scared. Being scared meant being weak, and being weak was defiantly not some Mortaray wanted.

The wolf stared at the feline directly in his eyes, his brown and red eyes just waiting, waiting for anything. He knew that this tiger was not exactly right in the head but neither was he. He knew something was going to happen and he knew he may just die because of it.

(OOC: Muse...where you come from?! ))

Cold calculating eyes burned into the wolf’s irises and a low growl rumbled deep inside of Rajah’s chest, reverberating off the canine’s visage. Lips curled tightly beneath his salmon, blood stained nose, and his whiskers plastered to the sides of his cheeks as he snarled darkly. The tiger was a cruel ruthless killer at heart, and he took pleasure in murdering canines. Not only killing them, but also ripping the intestines from their warm body and gorging himself with their crimson blood. He gazed at the wolf, with true intent on ending it’s life. Pupils shrunk to a mere pinprick and was engulfed in the smoldering flames within the tiger’s eye sockets as he rasped his tongue along his scarlet maw. “No fear?” a sinister homicidal cackle tore from the savage animal’s throat and he continued speaking in a hoarse tone, “Well, then I should just skip the chit chat and kill you then huh?” Rajah tighten his grip on the wolf, allowing his claws to sink into the fur and pierce the skin.

A sudden spark lightened Rajah’s eyes and a cruel smile curled along his features, “You’re a wolf. Meaning, you have a pack. A pack of flea bitten canines. Perhaps…after I’m finished devouring you…I could pay them a visit. How many are there? I need to know, so I can be sure If I will have them for an appetizer or a full on dinner. I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you have a sibling. A brother possibly? He should make for a tasty snack. Is he anything like you? If so…I’ll be sure to rip his tongue out so I wouldn’t have to hear his dimwitted talk of ‘having no fear’." As he spoke, he rasped his tongue over his muzzle, imagining being able to murder this mutt’s entire pack. It would be exhilarating. Not only that, but also fulfilling for his never ending appetite.

His eyes became slightly clouded and his tongue suddenly became warm as drool was produced. It slipped from his jaws in elongated tendrils and mingled with the vermillion fluid that was already dripping from his maw. He suddenly snapped out of his…’fantasy’ and stared down at the wolf. His desire for blood was becoming irresistible and the lack of fear this wolf was showing was causing him to near the canine’s jugular. Just one crunch,…that’s all it was take to end this mutt’s life. One crunch away from being splattered with blood. One crunch away from consuming the mutt. One crunch away…from ending another life. The temptation was too great. With a bloodthirsty snarl, Rajah parted his jaws and drove them toward the wolf’s throat. At the last moment, sanity prodded at the tiger’s mind and he redirected his attack to the wolf’s shoulder at the last second.

Once more chance. He would give the wolf one more chance to cause him to change his mind about killing him. Having lack of fear was definitely not the way to stay alive for the wolf. That was a cold hard fact.

For the briefest moment Mortaray was completely still as the tiger's words echoed throughout his head. The tiger was right about one thing, he did have a brother, and he suppose that's what triggered his little bit of fear that was shown in his eyes for a mere second. A loud snarl ripped out from his throat as Rajah's teeth meet with his shoulder and in response threw his hind legs up attempting to kick Rajah's underside. For once fear actually flooded the wolfen's mind not fear for himself but fear for his younger brother's life. He needed to do something he needed to keep this monster away from his brother. He let out a vicious bark and snapped at Rajah face in a wild manner, it was more then obvious that these attacks were just happening on pure instinct out of fear and there was no planning beforehand. If Rajah didn't see the fear based attacks then he obviously wasn't paying attention.

Mortaray continued to lash out at the tiger in some form, snapping with his jaws or kicking with his legs and paws. All that ran through his mind was fear, fear and anger. He supposed that's why he really couldn't feel as Rajah's fangs tore at the flesh of shoulder, and with his thrashing about it only made it worse.

(Ooc: FFFF Rajah is evil. :'D *captianobviousmoment*)

Blood fill his mouth and trickled down his throat. It was warm, it’s was wet and it was delicious. The whites of his eyes showed as he tore into the flesh, destroying muscle and tearing out the fur. Rajah distinctly remembered the fear that filled the wolf’s eyes a mere second before his ivories made contact with his flesh. However, the tiger didn’t cease his savage attack on the canine. His ears flickered as the earsplitting snarl tore from the wolf’s esophagus and echoed into his cranium. The sharp kicks to his abdomen caused his to grunt slightly. Vicious barks swarmed around the tiger’s mind and caused his ear’s to fold back. The scent of fear engulfed his thoughts and made him crave blood. More blood. More blood.

The wolf’s hind paws pummeled his stomach, but he ignored it. They were just sharp pains, they were tolerable. The wolf suddenly snapped at the tiger’s face, inches from his eye and the tiger grinned. He released the dog and drew back, the fresh crimson blood glinting in the low light. “Ohh…sudden change in attitude I see..”

Rajah could sense the overpowering about of fear and rage coming off the canine in tremendous waves. It amused him. Keeping one paw on the wolf’s chest, he sat back and grinned, “What’s your name mutt?” He didn’t particularly care, however this wolf intrigued him. There was certainly someone he cared about in his pack. His brother, he assumed. Interesting. He didn’t care about his own life, however…he’d given anything to save another. It was strange…yet…fascinating. Not only that, but the wolf was obviously a savage murderer. Staring down at the Lupe, he noticed the scarlet ring around his irises and he raised an eyebrow. Hmm. He lifted one of his paws, but made sure to keep the other on the wolf and swiped his tongue along his toes, removing the sticky blood.

(( Muahahahaha I knowwww ))

Panting harshly the wolf forced himself to stop lashing out at the tiger. His body trembled with the rush of adrenaline that pumped through him relentlessly, if it was one thing fear did to him it was pump a crazy amount of adrenaline into his system which he did not need. He stared at the tiger who had now pulled away from him but kept a firm paw on his chest. This tiger was toying with him, and it made him pissed off but he knew whether he liked it or not he couldn't do a damn thing just yet. "Ugh." He laid his head on the ground huffing, he closed his eyes.

"Mortaray..." He murmured. "Name's Mortaray." He said in a clear voice even though he had already exhausted himself with his panicked outburst. He was still mad of course but with such a crazed outburst there was nothing he could do to fight back yet.

Rajah grinned once more and gazed at the wolf with half lidded eyes. The wolf had apparently exhausted himself and ended his persistent attacks. Now, he lie on the canvas, his shoulder secreting a ridiculous amount of vermillion fluid and his physique trembling continuously. The wolf grumbled a bit, but relaxed against the terrain, and his eyelids slid shut. Rajah raised an eyebrow at the wolf, known as Mortaray and cackled softly. “Mortaray huh? Interesting.”

He had lowered himself to his haunches, his one paw against Mortaray’s chest and his elongated striped tail wrapped resting against the wolf’s thick banner. Dropping his jaw slightly he murmured, “So. You like to kill huh? Well…I suppose that’s one thing we have in common. “ Rajah continued to graze his tongue along his blood sodden paw, boredom etched across his visage. He was making idle conversation, however, he was forming an idea in his mind. He had taking an interest in Mortaray. I murderous, protective hero. It made his giddy. They could kill. Rajah can…manipulate this wolf. Turn him into his own puppet for amusement. Teach him a thing or two on killing. After all, this massive tiger was the best at this game. It would be easier for him to pick off heroes inside the camp. He could just have Mortaray do it for him. Be a spy, perhaps.

“How do you feel….about being my little grasshopper?” His remark was literally dripping with sarcasm, however he was being completely serious.

{Edit} Little grasshopper....that was Pepsi coming out a little bit... xDDDD

Mortaray groaned a little in exhaustion as the tiger spoke again. His voice irritated him to no end, but still he made no snide remark of it or even gave a slight sign of it. He just endured the feline's presence knowing yet again their was absolutely nothing he could do. The wolf opened his miscolored eyes and looked at the tiger as he asked, very sarcastically, a question that made the wolf's form tense. A frown upon his maw as he stared at Rajah with half opened eyes, he rested his head against the dirt again and groaned again from his aching lungs. He parted his jaws and let a sigh slip from out between his jaws. "Was that a serious question or was that question of complete and utter sarcasm?" He questioned, of course he knew the question was sarcastic and he also knew that somewhere in there the tiger was being serious but he asked it for the hell of it.

Closing his eyes again he let his chest heave under the weight of the tiger's paw. He thought about the question for a moment...maybe even longer. How would he feel about being this tiger's underling? Well, at first the only thing that came to his mind was complete anger blind anger but then...the thought of killing anything without really getting caught entered the mad wolf's mind. Now that, that he could most likely enjoy especially killing with someone by his side even if they were not on the best of terms. He allowed a dark smirk to cross his features as he thought of murdering heroes, animal villains, human villains or just everyone and anything in general. To say the very least it was a very pleasant thought. Opening his eyes he let a soft chuckle slip out behind soft huffs of air. "I would be more then overjoyed." He finally answered.

(Ooc: Niceeee XD)

Rajah’s tongue made long strokes against his paw, his eyelids closing out Mortaray’s visage. The tediousness that was engraved across his visage intensified as he huffed gruffly. Beneath his pad, he felt the wolf’s body tense up, it’s muscles hardening as he sighed, a question slipped into the atmosphere. "Was that a serious question or was that question of complete and utter sarcasm?" Rajah could tell from Mortaray’s tone, that he already knew that answer. It was actually both. However, the immense stripped jungle cat merely smirked, his eyes opening then narrowing furthermore. He didn’t utter a word, just watched as the wolf’s irises and thoughts were concealed by it’s lids. He waited for what seemed like a long time. Even though he was a tiger, a creature with an unusually high patience, was becoming inpatient. Rapidly. From the facial expressions the wolf was generating, Rajah could tell he was thinking deeply into his question.

If the wolf declined his offer, he would think nothing of it and kill the wolf. If the wolf accepted…he would put ending it’s life on hold and using the canine for his amusement. Rajah caught the dark smirk that pulled on Mortaray’s lips and the feline mimicked it. He already foresaw the wolf’s answer. He was going to accept it. Now, this would make for an interesting tale. Lips curled menacingly and he allowed a grisly chuckle to slid from his tongue at exactly the same time as Mortaray. Their laughs intertwined in the ominous forest, highlighting their evil intentions. “Well well well…how about we start with your…training right away…”

He rose off the wolf, removing his paw from it’s chest leisurely and taking a step back to allow Mortaray to remove himself from the dirt. Ebony talons slid from their enclosure tore into the hard packed earth as Rajah grinned. First, he wanted to test the canine’s skill level when it come to an actual fight. Judging from his large size, he must be a fighter, and possibly a damn good one. “…I want you to try and kill me. Key word- try. “ He flickered his tongue along his ivories and continued, “Don’t hold back mutt.” His words were scathing, however his irises danced with amusement.

(I have a feeling Rajah and Mortaray are going to become good buddies for some reason...)

(Ooc: And that spells trouble for everyone else. XD)

As soon as the pressure was let up off of his chest Mortaray rolled over onto his belly and got up quickly turning and looking at Rajah no leaving his back opened for attack mostly based on instinct. He rolled his shoulders a let and stretched slightly having been pinned underneath the tiger for a little to long for his bones liking. He cracked his neck and shook his pelt listening as the tiger instructed him to try and kill him, and he quickly assumed that this little training session was not going to be easy. He grunted slightly and began circling Rajah as he spoke the words don't hold back, a sly grin appeared on his maw. "Why would I?" He said lowering his head and continued to circle the tiger for a few moments assessing the situation at hand. First thing was first, this animal was probably a lot faster then he would expect him to be so he needed to watch out, not only that but the tiger was much bigger and stronger then him. Now, even if Rajah was fast he also had a lot of bulk to him which helped slowed him down meaning that stamina and strength were mostly like his strong suits so overall the only thing Mortaray had going for him was speed and tactics.

Both of which weren't exactly the best things against him. However he was overall balanced fighter so as long as he fought smart then he would win or at least get close to it. He suddenly lepted forward at Rajah's back not letting out a warning growl or anything. He outstretched his paws as he zoned in at the tiger and attempted to seize the tiger's fur and flesh right by the back of his skull. If he could do that then he would have a better chance at winning, but even so he needed to be prepared for a counter attack.

Silence encircled the tiger as he watched Mortaray roll to his paws promptly and shift his position so that his backside was protected. Interesting. Rajah smirked, keeping his irises trained on the wolf. At least he wasn’t a complete dumbass. His first reaction was to take any opportunity for the tiger to attack him from behind away. As the canine flexed his shoulders and relive his joints, the large cat let his tail tip draw circles in the dirt as he stood, awaiting the canine’s next move. The wolf began to circle him and he merely chuckled, “Circling an opponent. Hmm?” He snorted quietly.

This wolf was pretty smart. Rajah watched the wolf as it mimicked the exact tactic he, himself used. Amber gems glowed in the murky darkness as the feline flexed his thick muscles, causing his stripes to dance over his pelt. He remained nearly completely still, looking forward instead of following the wolf’s movements, however his ears followed the sound of the wolf. Calm, quiet exhales blew from Rajah’s blood crusted nose. Mortaray’s footfalls were quiet, however they weren’t silent. The crunch of a dead leaf or a crack of a twig allowed Rajah to pinpoint exactly were Mortaray was. At the moment, the canine was directly behind him…or he thought so. He couldn’t hear any more footsteps. Perhaps he was standing still…thinking. Or maybe he was…Rajah swiftly side stepped and felt one of the canine’s paws graze the side of his neck.

A few strands of the tiger’s short striped pelt was torn from his skin and thrown into the air. Rajah quickly retaliated with a sudden rapid jab at the wolf’s frame. He wasn’t exactly aiming for a specific spot, just the animal in general. “Going straight for the neck? Bad move mutt.”

The agile tiger shifted his frame to the left and lashed out with both his paws in snake life movements. The moment one paw shot out, he was already reeling it back as another replaced it. Not only that, but Rajah had leaned back on his hind legs and was throwing out both powerful jabs combined with his weight. His deadly claws were enclosed in his paws so that his hits wouldn’t be deadly as he shot them out at Mortaray’s frame.

(Hehe…ohh this is gonna be fun.)