Thread: Cries of the Night. (iPandaBearz+DarknessEmbraced666)

Kavkah Dabel Kvetina The Devil's Flower As he grew closer, the scents became more clear. About 5 or so men were gathered in a group, the gun powder telling him they were armed and had recently used their weapons. His pace slowed to what resembled a tiptoe as the camp came to veiw. Standing for a moment, he began to think of how he would kill them. He would start with the furthest one to the right, come from behind and snap his spine. Quick kill, no chance for struggle.. no time to scream. From there he would take out the armed gaurds and so on. But as he scanned further, he froze, an angered growl filling his lips as his scales turned a violent blood red. His gaze lingered on the beautiful animal they had so wrongfully bound to a pole. How dare they take the great hunter and treat is so shamefully. Shaking his head, he slunk through the bushes, moving around the clearing were they had made camp and took position behind a large tent. The man lay just around the corner, his back turned towards him as he watched the large wolf they had recently enslaved. In one quick, fluid jump, Kavkah had the base of his neck in his jaw. The bones that connected neck to spine snapped between his teeth, leaving him breathless as his crimson blood pulsed through Kav's lips. Placing the man quietly on the ground, he moved to the next. This one was quite a tall man. Grabbing him by the ankle with his teeth, he drug him to the ground and crushed his skull in seconds in counting. The scales on his back had shifted to the color of fresh blood, powered by the lifes that his jaws had taken. Killing the two that patrolled around the tents, it left only the three gathered around the fire. Pausing, he calculated the scene in his head. If he could distract them, he could take them off guard. Keeping their weapons out of the mix. As his eyes stared into their campfire, a wicked grin played at his lips... perfect. Walking through the camp, he made sure his feet made as little sound as he could manage. He positioned himself behind the man in the middle, hidden in the shadows of the tents. Placing a foot infront of the other, he leapt up and landed with a crash on the man's back, sending his body face-first into the open flames. The other man froze for a moment, struck with confusion as their friend screamed and rolled across the dirt. One made a move to grab the rifle behind him and Kav was at him in a flash, taking the man's hand in his teeth. His hand was crushed beneath the pressure of his jaws and the rifle fell to the ground. Pulling up on the hand, he sent the man to the ground. With a powerfull swipe of his front paw, he tore into the man's throat. With his last breaths, blood began to trickle down the corner of his mouth. As he lay limp, a gun shot ran through the trees. As an instinctive reaction, Kav crouched low and the bullet bounced off his shoulder. The man raised the gun to take another shot, but the hound was quicker than his slow reflexes. With a quick jump, the large hound forced him onto the ground and held his windpipe until his pulse lay still. Stepping back from the bloody mess that lay before him, he lifted his muzzle and let out a triumphant howl. A sinister smile played at his stained lips as he pranced over to the tied animal. His eyes rested on the sleeping animal as he tilted his head. The wolf was rather large, and had the oddest scent to it. The animal-like human scent filled his nose once more. Well, only one way to figure it out. He moved to the pole that kept her in place and raised a claw to the spot were the knot had been tied. Snapping the simple rope, he moved to do the same to the muzzle. He growled angrily. The muzzle was degrading. Once that was off, he stepped back and stiffened his body, readying himself in case the animal wished to turn on him. Without the mask, were will you hide?