Thread: Lord of the wolves (Alvis Alendran x anjalikkeoliver2905)

The death sound of an orc and the smell of tainted blood was the first thing that reached her senses telling her of the battle that raged not more than a few yards away. While most battles to be remembered were wagged on a grander scale to her this held importance though she could not speak as to why yet. It was the tainted smell of blood that burned her senses more than anything she had smelled in a long while. More and more the smell of tainted blood would fill her senses telling her what she couldnt see of the battle that was being fought. The closer she crept to the fighting hearing the ringing of metal sounding through the cold winter air. In rapid succession more lives were cut short and more tainted blood filled the air. She had just cleared the small area over them as the leader of the groupe stepped forward being far larger than what she had seen before. Ice blue eyes watched as the battle warn ranger threw himself at the orc that was clearly their leader. From her vantage point she would watch the ranger waging his war as once more the sounds of metal ringing against metal would floor the cold air around them. The sight of the ranger fighting was truly something to behold and worthy of the tales that had been handed down by her people. Her lean muscles would tense as the blade ripped a wound that would have killed near any other opponent. The smell of the blood of the ranger would fill her senses as her body remained tense knowing that this was not going to be well. The threat to the rangers life would not sit well with her as a long growl erupted from her throat before her massive form launched forward fangs sinking deep into the throat of the orc as the taste of tainted blood would flood her mouth sickining her from the taiste of it. As their bodies fell her fangs would continue to rip into the orcs throat sending gushes of black blood flowing out staning the snow. It wasnt until the body stopped twitching under her paws that her blood soaked mouth would leave the dying creatures ripped throat. As she stood on the slain body of her prey black blood would drip down from her muzzle as a growl mixed with a bark would erupt in the night air. Behind her she could hear the whistle of the rangers blade slicing through the air. Her ice blue eyes would move back to the ranger for just a few seconds catching only a fleeting glance before the sudden movement of an orc lunging towards the beast whom had slain their leader as her eyes snapped to the orc as her body tensed before her massive form would once more lung forward moving with an odd amount of grace. She had just closed the distance between them as the creature brought its blade down intent on killing the beast. Despite her large size she moved with an almost unnatural amount of grace as her body lunged up her massive jaw clenching down on the creatures shoulder as her fangs would tear through a small bit of metal before finding tainted flesh once more. With her fangs firmly set her body would twist or writhe as ligaments and bones started to separate causing the creature to howle in pain. Once more the taste of tainted blood would fill her mouth making her stomach turn from the flavor. No matter how much of the rancid blood filled her mouth she refused to release her grasp from the creature until the last of the skin and muscle separated causing the arm to fall lifelessly to the ground as the creature started bleeding out. All four paws would no sooner touch the snow ladened ground than she would be in prosuite of her next target finding that many of the orcs had long since lost their will to fight now with their leaders dead body laying before them and a renewed effort of those that would see their lives end tonight. All she knew knew was that so long as she still drew breath one of the blood of Numenor would not fall here.