71st Devotion: Rrrrrend Tearrrrrr Shrrrrrred

[favoritetraitor]

[The video clicks just as a loud explosion of sounds and splitting wood fills the air. Amidst the clamor, a clear, low, threatening growl permeates the room. Barely a moment passes before the monstrous form of large black furred creature stalks into view. It’s eyes glow blood red, it’s mouth pulled back in a fierce snarl displaying razor like teeth as it intently hunts something or someone off camera.]

[ooc: In his efforts to strengthen Saya for situations very much like what’s happening right this moment, the Chevalier cuts short a rather pleasurable moment donating his blood to the Queen. SOON, he will make his escape to find easier prey. Anyone is welcome to offer their assistance and go hunting for the elusive creature known as 'the dreaded Were-Solomon' before he kills. XD  Red Like Jungle Burning Bright Cursed.]

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[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

[Well. That's certainly interesting.]

*bows deeply* My undying gratitude for Xemnas' notice and unspoken reply~

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Ears flattened against the blackened fur of his head, Weresolomon's focus remains forward on his quarry. She just looks so tasty...]

Rrrrrrrrrgrrrrr...

[letxequalnull.livejournal.com]

[The low rumble is noted (without the least bit of surprise), but Xemnas still remains silent. He knows who the beast is mostly likely to be, but he's... considering his options.]

[voice]; /assumes as agreed.

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

Is that really--

...Mister Goldsmith?

video

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[The hulking form of the beast comes to a dead stop, ears catching the sound of another source of possible meat. He sniffs at the air, eyes narrowing to peer into the network device.

But although he can hear Rip's voice, there's no scent of delicious meat, and no movement to entice his predatory nature.

WereSolomon's muzzle crinkles as another terse growl spills from his throat. A warning or enticement to fight, it's uncertain.]

rrrrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrr....

voice

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

I take it, this means I should come and see for myself, yes?

Re: voice

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[The voice was inconsequential with the promise of living prey in front of him. So, were-Solomon turned his attention back to approaching noise coming from the other room.

Blood, flesh, meat...

Violence and mayhem, that was what he craved.]

[action]

[der-freischuetz.livejournal.com]

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

... Solomon? Why do these things keep happening to you?

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[His head whips back in a baleful glare at the prey. His need to rip into her was strong. To feel his teeth tearing into her throat, the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, and the enticement of fresh meat... but... he knew this person. This... Saya...

He knew her... knew this scent. And still, he wanted to kill.

His claws dug into the carpet at his feet, body tense as he fought for control.]

rrrr....rr.... rrRaah.... yaaa.... rrr

[liveontoday.livejournal.com]

[Thankfully, she had enough sense to grope around her room for her sword before coming to look for the source of the noise, still wary thanks to the last curse.]

...

[Her expression mulls as she takes a familiar stance.]

I don't want to hurt you again.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[The glint of metal reflected in his eyes making him pause. This prey had 'teeth', posing a slight problem. But it was enough to give his human side a little more leverage.

Hackles raising, he paced to the side, considering what to do next.]

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Calm down, Solomon.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Another voice. A predator. A potential threat to the meal his instincts were directing him to kill. And although the small shred of Solomon that remained knew who this was... the beast inside of him fought, saying that even if he was part of the pack, it didn't make him alpha.

Luke would have to wait his turn at the prey.

His head lowered, ears back as he growled out a warning.]

RrrrrrrRRRRgggrrrrrrrowllll...

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Don't use that tone at me.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Lip curling back, he let out another growl, turning to lash out at the chastisement coming over the network. Luke's warning was hollow considering that were-Solomon couldn't detect any trace of the man's scent. The prey was his. Luke could get his own.

It was satisfying to bite down on something, to feel the metal bend with the snapping of his jaws. Surely this would be enough to get the point across to this lesser pack-mate.]

GrrrrrwlRRrrrrrrrRgrrr!

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

You're an overgrown pup and hardly intimidating.

[favoritetraitor.livejournal.com]

[Were-Solomon's breath came out in short huffs, recognizing the authoritative tone in Luke's words.

A challenge.

His fur bristled, tail slowly moving from side to side, a sign of a growing excitement at the prospect of combat. His bestial side reveled in the thought of bloodshed, of flesh ripping asunder underneath long sharp teeth and claws. It was what he yearned for, what he needed most...

It was this enticement that swallowed the protests of his more rational side, and all he could do was stare out through feral eyes in dismay.

Dropping the device in his mouth, he pawed at it with a clawed foot, expressing his interest in seeing who was better. ]

MrrrrrRrrrrrr...