Post by Worg on May 20, 2009 16:34:08 GMT -5
Worg. Yet again it appeared as if Imperial was not taken seriously. How angry such actions and statements from opposing party made him, none would ever be able to comprehend. The wolves residing in wintry lands were obviously much more arrogant and foolish than he had first perceived. Words would never be able to truly express how profound current anger was. No, it couldn't have been anger, nor rage. The emotion that now afflicted senses was far too superior to be given a name. How boldly all seemed to stand and defy him, spitting in his face with such disrespect, it was intolerable. Talking was useless now, he would show cocky bitch how serious he truly was. Not even those who spawned the fiend would dare speak to him in such a manner, and would be damned if they so chose to become an obstacle during his response to circumstances given. Silently, he would give the bitch due credit. She managed to penetrate imaginary barrier, thrusting alpha into such a fit that his own comrades would begin to fear for their own well-being. Countenance actively portrayed such feelings. Verbal communication at this point, was unnecessary. Eyes widened as brute's facial features contorted in an attempt to display the unfathomable abhorrence he currently harbored towards ebony pigmented nuisance. Yet to no avail, resulting in a growing snarl. Muscle and meat adorning muzzle would wrench upwards, revealing supreme dental structure. Clenched jaws would snap open, allowing bacteria infested saliva to mingle, sustained in midair, with upper and lower set of carnivorous enamel. They beaded amongst the strings that connected them, before breaking in the presence of gravity, left to dangle from mandible. He would not dare fight such a defiant creature, no. He didn't plan to kill her. He was going to slaughter the bitch using every fiber of his tainted existence. Her death would be quick and painless in no way, shape, or form. Any chance of clemency at this point was nothing more than a despondent dream. Every cell and molecule that made up masculine physique would be focused on torturing her in just about every sense of the word. He wished to scar even the intangible portion of her being with a blade synthesized of hatred now turned pure. Raw aggression sharpened to perfection and aimed to butcher. Belligerent king no longer held any traces of previous sanity. The shackles of programmed humanity were officially removed. It was obvious.. Wide eyes would have burst if the malice within possessed a tangible mass. Epinephrine was released into beserking structure. Already he was in peak condition, now filled with chemicals presently enhancing current capabilities. How far he had managed to fall in these few seconds was unimaginable, only those who were familiar with behemoth branded with the title of 'Worg' would be aware of the event. As of now, once favored male was nothing more than a psychopathic version of former self. North star.. The only two words that now reverberated within the abysmal depths of questionable genius. He had been forewarned of how they claimed to be demons, such a statement would only succeed in yielding laughter within confines of tainted conceptions. They would soon witness the killer style of a true demon, not by blood nor stature, but by state of mind. Male would demonstrate how dangerous he was to those who doubted. Caudal was held high in dominance, the final warning before the inevitable battle at hand. Though, she shouldn't think of herself as special for such an accomplishment. Bringing about invisible transformation, the reawakening of suppressed abomination. If anything, the bitch should consider herself cursed, bringing about her own untimely demise by obliterating last remaining strand of sanity with a statement that would have otherwise been ignored. She happened to be blessed enough to push him over the edge, finishing the job of countless others who had answered him in such a way. Insolent whelp would soon see the error of her ways. Without any other warning, Worg would abruptly jolt forward. Speed would increase to build desired momentum within distance provided, but not enough to be used against him if opponent even knew what she was doing. Hundreds of years had been dedicated to the production of dental structure that would soon be the final object processed through the eyes that disgusted him so. A bone crusher, jaws resembled that of one of the lesser hyena species. A game of chicken would be reasonably assumed by the audience as a seemingly unavoidable head-on collision was underway. Although this was not the case. Frame drifted to the side, slightly, the positioning would be unnoticeable, yet key. Gaping trap would be aimed in the general area of the neck, though not in the usual, predictable manner, such as aiming to sever the jugular. He wanted this to last. Objective would be to latch onto the side, near the base of her neck at the muscle connecting the shoulders to the starting spine. If said attempt was successful, pressure would be applied immediately. Carnassials seeking to tear away at said muscle, his own, naturally strengthened neck muscles would be put into use to thrash the skull about. All the while, limbs would begin to pull in reverse in order to rip away the flesh he had hopefully grasped. He took much care of said carnassials, tri-tipped daggers were made to interlock, serrated from morphed heritage made them his greatest weapon, as they did for all carnivores. The worst things to come in contact with other than skillfully positioned inscisors that were sure to impale. If attempt was indeed successful, build would quickly maneuver towards direction opposite of opponent's own jaws, until they seemed to be side by side, if that were the case, reverse motion being applied all the while to avoid incidence. The angle of impact combined with evasive maneuver would make it impossible for her to grip onto vital areas exposed, such as his own nape. Hopefully, he would be able to tear away before having to come in contact with her side, for her own sake, for a more lethal attempt was ready and waiting to be revealed if that were the case. Nonetheless, pressure applied to the area stated would undoubtedly result in obvious pain, as well as other undesirable outcomes for opposing party. Male moved stoically, though not yet under the influence of rumored 'bear skin' state. The sensing of any canid's crimson fluid, be it his own or not, would quickly change that. The presence of viscous liquid would complete Worg's assimilation into the mentality he so sought to keep at bay. He may have seemed untouchable presently, to his peers and possibly others who were not blinded by their ego, yet he was extremely vulnerable. A hidden weakness that could destroy him, and leave him the victim of a most unpredictable debacle, such a weakness would have to be left for the receiver of unfettered rage to deduce. If she was as great she claimed to be, she would have no problem taking down newly forged titan of battle.