Killing is Only the Beginning...

"Damnit!" Mortaray snarled slightly as he just barely grazed the tiger's neck with one of his paws. He closed his eyes shut knowing that there was no way to avoid the incoming paws that were lashed out at him, and as soon as they hit he made sure he didn't tense hoping that some how he could temporarily let himself be light for just a minor second. However, he didn't need to the force of Rajah weight sent him tumbling and as soon as he felt the dirt underneath his paws, he threw himself forward using as much speed as he could to slip right underneath Rajah's form. He dug his paws into the ground as soon as he saw Rajah's left side and pushed his forelegs up and off of the ground. He parted his jaws and lunged at Rajah's ribs hoping to get them in time before Rajah was completely out of the way. He knew he might not even make contact with the fur of the tiger but it was worth a damn try.

Putting all of his force into his push off of the ground he just made a wild chance shot at Rajah in hopes that his attack would work.

“Remember. I said try and kill me. Not be killed by me. Stupid mutt.” His tone was somewhat light and teasing, however it held a sharp tinge to it.

Rajah expected the wolf to tumble to the ground. Rajah expected the wolf to yelp from the impact from the ground. Rajah expected the wolf to be affected in any way. Rajah did not expect the wolf to use his momentum from the blows he received to kick off the ground and dart right toward him. Right under him. The strange action confused the tiger momentarily and he wasn’t quick enough to process the situation. He glanced over and saw the flash of ivories as they neared his ribs, however his limbs didn’t react in the same speed as his eyes. A low grunt slid from clenched jaws as Mortaray’s incisors tore into his side. The momentum from the bite caused Rajah to lose his balance for a split second. However that single second allowed him to topple to the terrain. Clouds of dust was thrown up and pillowed around the fallen tiger as he lie there.

His eyes were wide with disbelief. The wolf managed to wound him. The wolf managed to knock him off his feet. He remained on the ground and a slight spark illuminated his irises. A minor grin curled along his features as he spoke in a subdued tone, “Seems like I underestimated you…Mortaray.” Rajah acknowledged the wolf by calling him by his actual name and not, ‘mutt.’

Lifting his cranium off the canvas he glanced up to see Mortaray sprawled on top of him. It seemed that the impact from tackling the immense tiger affected him a bit. He shifted his crown to his side and saw indentions from the wolf’s teeth etched across his ribs and crimson fluid seeping from the fresh wound. It didn’t seem like it would scar, but the mere fact that the canine had been able to injure him and tackle him without being killed was just plain ridiculous. “Your lucky I’ve taken a liking to you kid. Otherwise you'd be as good as dead right about now”

(Hahahahahaha xDDDD How is that Mortaray?)

Mortaray face laid on the massive chest of the tiger, his eyes wide with a dazed expression. As he blinked away his confusion he got up and placed his paws on Rajah's chest trying to keep himself balanced for a moment. He then quickly forced his paws roughly into Rajah's shoulders to try and keep him pinned for a moment as he recovered from the surprise that he actually took down the tiger. He allowed a smirk to appear on his maw, and he part his jaws into grin, showing off his deadly ivories. "A liking to me?" He chuckled slightly, a somewhat hidden suggestion in his tone. "You should like me more then just like. I heard I was quite skilled in other areas." He then suddenly paused, his ears going flat and his face drew a total confused expression. "What the hell did I just say?" He questioned.

He suddenly looked around like someone was watching him and shook his head. "Never mind, anyway!" He said turning his attention back onto Rajah. He quickly lepted off of the tiger to give him a chance to get up. Sure it wasn't exactly a smart idea but still. If he was going to 'try' and kill Rajah he wanted a bit more fun doing it. Turning towards Rajah he lowered his head ready for another attack.

(Ooc: Perfect. XD)

The smirk remained on his maw as Mortaray pressed his paws into his chest, using the tiger’s body to help himself to his feet. Rajah remained still, not even attempting to throw the wolf off. His expression didn’t alter as his shoulders were roughly shoved against the hard terrain, he merely gazed at the wolf. At Mortaray’s words, Rajah narrowed his eyes a slight suggestive grin darkening his features. “Other areas hmm? Interesting.” His voice was low and it flowed like honey.

The tiger chuckled softly as Mortaray looked around like a paranoid pup. The moment the wolf’s leapt away, Rajah was on his massive paws and gazing at the canine with interest. He stepped toward the wolf and fell into a fluent stride, circling him. Keeping his irises on him through each stride he allowed his ebony tail tip to slide along his supple downy pelt. Rajah parted his jaws and sighed softly, “Hmm. Even If I were to eat you…your big strong muscles would be a pain to chew through…”

He suddenly stopped circling directly in front of Mortaray and rumbled lowly, “Okay…our little training session is over.” Sweeping his gaze over the wolf’s dirt crusted pelt he smirked, “You fighting level is good enough to not kill you. I’d like to…develop a few of the other area’s your lacking such as…” He cut off and suddenly barreled into the wolf, “Strength and agility.” His tongue swiped over his teeth as he ended the sentence in a growl.

(OOC: Oh god. My sides hurt. xD Hahahaha!! Was that too much? )

(Ooc: Ohhhhh, oh god. XD *laughing so hard that my eyes are watering*)

One moment Mortaray found himself standing next moment he was sitting down. Eyes wide with this look of what the hell just happened. His mouth in a slight smirk, and frown, and a brow raised up to further compliment the confused look. He looked at Rajah blinking in utter silence, he parted his jaws as if he were going to speak but only shut it once more not being able to find any words to use so he could speak. He stared at Rajah for a moment then shook his head looking at his paws in an almost nervous manner wandering what the hell just happened. One moment they fighting, next moment was...just he didn't know how to describe it!

He rolled his shoulders a little and placed one paw on top of the other making him look even more nervous not out of the nervousness for the fact that Rajah could still kill him at any possible moment but the nervousness of memories from whatever the hell just happened. He pinned his ears back and looked at Rajah then looked off to the side again. "Okay." He simply voiced.

Rajah stood there awaiting a response but Mortaray’s expression caused him to raise an eyebrow. With a grumble he wrinkled his muzzle and dropped his jaw slightly, “Hellooo? I’m sorry, I forgot your diminutive dog brain couldn’t handle a proper conversation for longer than five minutes. Next time I’ll keep my words short and simple.” He growled lowly and continued with a lash of his tail, “Should we take a break with training so you may go and chase a stick or something?!” Rajah could sense the nervousness on the wolf and he smirked. “Okay.” He suddenly dropped all of his venomous sarcasm in his words, “How long has your…hobby been going on?”

The jungle cat kept finding himself gazing into Mortaray’s eyes. It was weird. They were a completely normal russet shade…however the iris was circled my a crimson ring. It gave him the...demented appearance. He had to admit, it made him bloodthirsty just looking at the wolf. Mortaray’s nervousness heightened as the wolf shuffled his paws, not meeting Rajah’s eyes and when he did, the glance lasted a mere second. Shaking his crown he folded his ebony etched ears and rumbled, “What happened to your enthusiasm??” A sudden devious smile cracked Rajah’s visage and he spoke very lowly, “I have an idea…”

Lethal onyx claws slid from their enclosure and tore at the ground as the tiger’s muzzle formed into a snarl, his pupils shrinking into a ravenous expression, “Tomorrow night. We are going hero hunting….” He growled savagely, “Your ‘evil’ huh? You like to go on murderous rampages huh?! Well…let’s just see how evil you can be. Because we are going wolf hunting.”

( OOC: I have an amazingly sinister ideaaaa!!! )

"Wolf hunting!?!" Mortaray said looking at Rajah. His eyes wide for a moment. "Now hold on a second! I may be a brutal killing machine at times but I still got some moral-" He suddenly cut himself off as he stared at Rajah. His voice going silent and his eyes slowly returning back to there normal look. Was he really going to go against this tiger already? A tiger that had just accepted him as a student? A tiger who had just accepted him overall?

No, no he couldn't go against this tiger who would help give him exactly what he wanted even if it meant killing and maiming his own kind. There was no more 'morales' about it. This was all just killing, and filling a blood-thirsty appetite that was ever-growing and he was not about to sacrifice the opportunity to have everything he wanted and more. No it was time to forget those things that were holding him back right then and there and it was time to let himself go. It was time to let the real Mortaray come out. Closing his eyes for a moment, he tensed and then opened his narrowed eyes meeting Rajah's gaze. "Where do we meet?" He questioned his voice cold, but dead serious, and in that moment it seemed the crimson ring around his eyes grew just a tad.

(Ooc: TELL ME OVER PM! XD)

“Wolf hunting.” repeated Rajah as Mortaray looked at him in disbelief. The wolf began to told of morals, but suddenly cut off, leaving the tiger’s eyebrow raised. This wolf wasn’t about to back out was he? He was so close to being able to cut off all strings he had attached to the pack. If he were to take part in the murder of one, it would surely draw the attention of others. Rajah’s darkest thoughts encircled his mind. He was still planning on ending the entire pack. Rajah needed Mortaray to get used to killing, to be able to turn emotions off when killing. If he were to be able to do that, he could kill anything, anyone, and not think twice about it. Perhaps, one day, he will even be able to kill his own brother.

His ivories clicked together and he shut his jaws, his mind processing new evil deeds rapidly. After the tiger was able to strip away the wolf’s emotions, he would then move on to his physical change. However, before he could do anything else, he needed to tear his apart mentally. The feline could already tell the wolf’s mind wasn’t were it was supposed to be, much like himself. But, he still needed to push him over the edge. Once he was over, he could kill, kill, and kill. His life would be about killing and his sole purpose for living would be to kill. He would, in fact, become a canine version of Rajah. He already lacked fear in death, now he needed to lack fear in the death of others. Such as his brother.

Mortaray’s voice pulled Rajah from his crazed thoughts and he smirked, “Pridelands.”

(OOC: End of this thread, we will continue on The ‘Fallen’ Wolf. <3)