Pure Evil.....

[Sam]

The dark colored female snorted, her eyes peering through the dark forest of shadows. She knew what she was looking for, she always did. Something easy to kill. A horse, maybe. That was simple...Many horses knew better to stay out of these parts. Snorting, Tolora began to sniff the ground, searching. Her mouth began to drool, thinking about the bitter metallic taste of blood. She finally found something. It was a herd of deer. Most likely not even big enough to be called a herd. It was only three deer. It would be easy to take down all of them at once. Smiling, she rushed towards them. First, she took down the buck. Her pupils dilated, after tasting that beautiful taste she had craved so long. She moved on to a deer. It was pregnant, judging from the size of its belly. She easily killed that one too, and went towards the runner. Smirking, she caught up to it, and pinned the doe down. She stared at it, looking into its eyes. She did not kill it, rather let it tremble beneath her. At last,she bit into the deer, and didn't let go. She let the blood drip into her mouth.

[TurnipHead]

Soir padded through the forest, holding a rabbit from his mouth. It was freshly caught. He sat down near his den and began to eat. He was cut off when he heard the familiar sounds of frightened deer, and.... snarling? Oh joy, another wolf. He snarled. Don't these idiots know this is his turf? He quickly walked towards the sound of the noise. A female. He snorted. Figures. He watched as she took down the deer. They were pretty scrawny, not much of a meal. But it was better than one measly rabbit. he figured he would kill her, and take her meat. Add insult to injury. His mouth curled up into what was more of a grimace than a smile. It looked terrifying. He crouched down and prepared to spring on the female. He bared his white teeth, anxious to taste the blood.

[Sam]

Tolora snorted, hearing the gentle padding of feet behind her. She turned on a dime, and Lunged at the male, and pinned him with ease. He was a large male, she could tell easily. She bit into his neck, barely reaching the jugular. She let go, and smirked. "Honey, you've never had a nightmare yet." She whispered, almost silently.
She took a long, slow lick at where she bit him, licking up the blood before she jumped back, waiting for him to strike. This might just be a challenge.

[TurnipHead]

Soir snorted. "Great pickup line," he said sarcastically. He observed his opponent, looking for any weak spots. He charged for her throat. Predictable move, yes? He turned quickly and grabbed her back left leg. He snapped down on it with bone-crushing force. He felt the blood trickling down. Oh, sweet love.

[Sam]

Tolora winced as she heard the crack of the bones on her leg. She growled and turned, snapping at his muzzle, trying to get him to let go. He wouldn't win this, She never lost a fight. She also clawed at him to with her front paws, narrowly missing his left eye.

[TurnipHead]

Soir didn't let go. He had a pretty good grip. He pulled back on it, as if he was trying to ripp her leg off. He never lost. He wouldn't lose this time either. He let go when he tried to save his eyesight. "Why won;t you just die?" he yelled, snarling. He jumped at her and dug his claws into her back.

[Sam]

Tolora growled as the male was on her back. And with her broken leg, she couldn't support his weight. She twisted and turned. Finally, she was on her stomach and fasting him. With her three good legs, she clawed at his underside, scratching it rather badly. She bit him again, and held on for dear life.

[TurnipHead]

Soir grimaced as his stomach was shreadded. He scratched her face, right across the nose. Which, of course, is the most sensitive part of a wolf's body. He growled ferociously.

[Sam]

Tolora whined slightly. She could feel the blood dripping down her muzzle. She growled, and let her grip of his neck go. She continued to claw at his underside. She could feel the skin in her toes. She smirked, and bit the leg that had scratched her poor little nosey wosey.

[TurnipHead]

Soir yelped. He squirmed off of her and took an offensive stance. He snarled, baring his teeth. He was getting tired, though. "Hm, you're not as weak as I thought you'd be," he said. "Tell you what. Give up now, and I won't kill you." He charged and bit into the back of her neck. He gradually applied pressure, loving how the blood was pouring out.

[Sam]

Tolora snorted. Give up? ...Hmm. He was quite a strong male...though not as strong as her father. She rolled her eyes at the thought. "I don't give up, Call it a truce," She growled in a harsh whisper. She could barely talk, and could do nothing to defend herself.

[TurnipHead]

Soir thought about it for a second. he did want to kill her. That's what he did. Then again, he had never met another wolf that matched his strengnth, let alone a female. He applied a sharp measure of pressure and let go. He back up quickly and kept his gaurd up incase she tried to attack. "So, about this truce." he said.

[Sam]

Tolora smirked lightly, and turned to face him. "I don't bother you, you don't bother me. Simple as that." She said simply. "I won't be here long, anyway. You most likely won't see me again," She said, explaining.

[TurnipHead]

Soir grunted. "As long as I don't see you on my turf." he said. It was both a statment, and a warning. He turned around and began to walk away. She was... certainly interesting.

[Sam]

"No problem," Tolora snored, and limped the other way. She glanced down at her leg, and cursed. She wouldn't be able to do anything serious, or fun for that matter...It would leave her time for her favorite sport though.