The Caves

Alpha Adramalech of Mortiul

Pitch black eyes were kept on Koga and his offspring, all of them already willing to start. Dragging his eyes to the other three that were participating, he was rather disappointed by the sight before him. None of them really seemed to understand that this was life or death, but they would soon. If that had paid attention to pack politics, they would know they were faced against an Alpha child, and they would need to put some effort forth, but instead the incessantly ignorant offspring of his half-brother were taking this like it were a spar. They would learn. He listened intently as the wolves moved around him, his gaze following Koga’s nanny as she reunited with Tiny. The brute that she had previously been attached too, larger than any other wolf here, stood on the outskirts, just watching. But, the calm that lay across the cave grounds were not to last long, as Koga’s first made her way to the center, Persephone following as well. He watched the difference in stature. Anubis was ready, calculating how she would destroy her opponent. Persephone however, turned a blind eye to strategy and instead went straight for a paw to the chest, something that only a moron would do at the start of a battle. He growled in displeasure, making sure his sons knew he was indeed angry with the she-wolf for even attempting that as her first hit. Attacks were aimed to kill, and Beelzebub had skipped that lesson with his children, or they had washed it from their brains as soon as the knowledge had been given to them. Whatever the case, it seemed that Anubis was ready to rip the flesh from the annoying female as she lunged forward, grabbing the other’s paw in her jaws and pulling.

A delicious pop rang throughout the clearing, his ears perking at the sound, savoring it as he watched intently, eyes not removing from the scene unless it were to make sure his sons were paying attention. It had been many months since Adramalech himself had killed, and he was itching to spill blood. Maybe if Vivaldi found a weakling in her time traveling along the borders, as he knew she would as he was busy with the tournament and couldn’t do so, he would be able to pull their jugular from them and watch them howl in pain as Persephone was doing now. The cries were loud and shrill, Adramalech watching on with mild interest now. Anubis was taking her time, playing with her. Ripping Persephone’s tail from her, He watched as blood splashed against the ground, the glistening substance enticing. He wouldn’t feed the crazed demon in him like Beelzebub did. Instead, he let the urge subside and allowed himself to keep watching. Persephone’s face was mutilated, one eye, two eyes. Her jaw opened wide and broken at the hinges. Her ears were lopped off quickly, and now Anubis was putting her out of her misery, ripping open her throat and allowing blood to wash over the tawny pelt she possessed. She was indeed capable, and she would be Koga’s successor, which made him proud that his sons had someone strong to work alongside with. Imset was next, and with her and Sauron stepping forward, their battle commenced, although Imset seemed to look back at her father, allowing herself to take her eyes away from her opponent. Although he wasn’t much, no wolf should turn their eyes away during a fight.

It seemed that Sauron’s poor excuse for a sneak attack didn’t work, as Imset easily dodged, she took him from a standing position easily, flooring him in a matter of seconds. The training that Koga had put his offspring through was paying off, as they would become the murderous next generation that would take on their pack goals, and keep the flame ignited between the two. Imset was taking well to fighting her opponent, although Sauron was much more capable than the little bitch before him, as he was able to get Imset off of him, and took a running start for the outer ring of the caves, aiming to escape. Coward. Adramalech was to his feet immediately, motioning with his tail for Beelzebub to stand as well, ready for a wolf hunt, but as he watched the male try and exit the ring, a bark was loud enough to echo as Imset lunged, the way she had landed on his back Adramalech knew too well. It would paralyze the male, breaking his spine and keeping him from squirming any longer. Calmly sitting back down, Adramalech was urging Imset to proceed as she stood above the male who now had a broken back. She was gauging what he could do. A seasoned warrior like him would know that the spine was broken, but someone who had never seen or been in a fight, would not know what they were capable of. Not that with access to move Sauron was capable of anything either. But now he lay there helpless, howls of pain echoing as his spine was awkwardly angled. He could still feel everything, still feel the pain that coursed through his veins. This is what they deserved, and this would be interesting to see what she would do with the male now that she had him floored for the rest of the battle. She flipped him onto his back, and brought her claws up to his eyes, and Adramalech didn’t look away like most would.

He watched as the eye was pulled from the socket, severed after Imset realized what a horrid sight it was. Removing the second eye, she made a joke, although the male didn’t laugh nor seemingly react. But he enjoyed how she tormented her enemy. She started pummeling his limbs, snapping and bending them in ways they should as Sauron was screaming the entire time, the sound grating on Adramalech’s nerves. Why couldn’t she have ripped his tongue out? She turned her attention to her twin, this time being more acceptable than the first. The little sadist before her was enjoying this, and he could see by the gleam in her eyes as she watched. As Imset considered her options, it seemed that she interested in the art of skinning, as she started tearing his flesh from the meat that was there, which wasn’t much. He was interested to see this. He had received a pelt from Koga and Marusya as their offering for an alliance, that he had gladly accepted. That same pelt was laying in the corner of his den unused. Maybe he would give it to his sons to have for the winter as warmth. He wouldn’t know what Vivaldi would think of this, but he was their father, and he was allowed to give them gifts, even if they were old wolf pelts. As Saurons screams died, he tuned back in to see that Imset had finally ended the battle. Vivaldi had come to the tournament by now, new wolves by her side as she did. She was splattered with blood from Imset’s kill and a hint of amusement flashed across his optics as he looked to her.

He would look over each newbie and assess them each for how useful they would be, but he would soon have the chance to talk to them and get to know if they were worthless or not. Hopefully Vivaldi brought at least one that would be good to let his pent out anger on. But there was one more fight left, and he would turn his attention intently to Varuna and Tern, the last two to fight. Varuna took no time to initiate the battle, being reckless in his approach. Tern reared up at the last second and was able to push his paws against the others sternum, although not toppling him over and away for Tern to think out a strategy. Although the sign was a flash of hope that maybe Tern would prove to be useful when it came down to it. Adramalech wanted bloodshed, for the now new members to see what they were coming into. They would see what this pack was about immediately, and if they didn’t want to be apart of this, they now had no choice. They were stuck here, and would be used as Adramalech and Koga pleased. More slaves and breeders would be handy, but warriors were a must for his future plans to come to fruition. Varuna was not as precise as his sister’s were, instead Tern was able to land some defense against him, although in the end he knew that the male would die. Although Varuna was not the most skilled of the Ignasia pups, he was still a better fighter than Tern, and as he came out on top, Adramalech’s thoughts were only confirmed. Tern was pushed onto the ground, his muzzle grasped in Varuna’s jaws before the pup could react. The ignasia male started pulling and ripping back and forth, trying to pull the muzzle off of Tern. As his grip was slipping, Tern was able to get free, although not fast enough to get away. He lashed out with his claws, landing a blow on Varuna’s face. From the angle Adramalech was at, it looked as if the male had gotten his eye, and he would be amazed if so.

The desperate attempt of an attack injuring and taking Varuna’s eye away from him? That would be a scar that would embarrass the ignasian born pup for the rest of the time he walked the earth. But alas, he kept going, latching onto Tern’s neck and ripping back and forth until it finally snapped. Although that didn’t stop him. He kept going, spraying blood everywhere. Adramalech felt a few drops fall on him and he let out a snarl, lips raising to let the male know that he needed to stop before he royally pissed off the Alpha. Making a mess of the opponent after they were dead was never Adramalech’s style, but maybe it was what Koga had taught his children. Who knew. All Adramalech could do was wait for the male to stop. Finally doing so, Varuna lay down, starting to eat away at the neck before he finally gained the head of his opponent. It seemed that each pup had taken a prize of their own. And when Adramalech wasn’t paying attention, and instead had his attention on Vivaldi, Imset had severed and given a piece of her prize to Leyak.

Koga commented how his eldest had taken an interest in Imset, and he looked down to his son. This one was indeed different from his brother, he openly showed emotions, even if it were something looked down upon in the pack. Adramalech would teach him to exploit that. As he could only few a small variety, none of them being anything more than mild amusement or anything related to hatred, his son would be an interesting challenge to overcome with his already natural ability to feel unlike the others in the pack. He definitely got that from his mother. “Indeed,” He replied to the male. “They will be working closely together in the future. Maybe closer than we expect,” The male said, and Koga would know the intention behind his words. The bonding of their children would do well to meld the packs together in the future, and would work well for them becoming stronger. He would push his children to bond with the other Alpha children when they were older, but right now it seemed that the fights had come to a close, and his sons would be taking their first bites of wolf. His ears perked as Koga called his name. The appearance of Marusya was short lived, and with her she dragged Maleah and Cayden to find the only missing wolves: Miyako, her children and another named Stanley. They were going to be discussing the mission to Ferus, in which Koga’s children had displayed enough experience to be able to handle something like this.

He brought himself to listen as Koga spoke to his children, ushering his own forward to listen to what Koga had to say. His brother in arms was better with speech than he was, and as he finished talking of the mission they would be taking on to bring back a fitting Salutary for their plans, a smile was placed on Koga’s face. It was rare, and the sight would have made Adramalech smile if he was capable of doing so. Now was the time to celebrate, and with that, he pushed his sons with his nose towards the dead bodies that were strewn about. “Eat,” He commanded, and he looked to the newbies afterwards. “You as well. Prove your loyalty to my pack by eating. If you don’t you will be killed on the spot,” He said, and his attention turned to Ronin, Beelzebub’s slave. If he weren’t under the strict command of Adramalech’s brother, he would have taken him and left a few wounds on him. But, he respected his brother enough not to do so. Instead, he would claim one of the newer rogues as his slave, and would gift another to his sons once they were older and able to torment and torture it. For now, he took a piece off of what had been Persephone, picking the tender flesh of the belly to rip open and let the guts come flooding out. Tearing at the meat there, his muzzle had a film of blood on it as he ate, only leaving once he had his fill and settling down by sitting where he had been, looking towards Vivaldi and beckoning for her to come forth once she was ready.

@vivaldi @beelzebub @ronin @sakia @aamon Apprentice Leyak @silas @koga @marusya Apprentice Anubis Apprentice Imset Apprentice Varuna Beta Ky Delta Cayden @psyche | This includes the rogues that will be coming to the caves, although not explicitly stating so. They will have arrived by the second fight, so please make sure if you're a rogue, you have them roleplay seeing Imset tearing the skin from Sauron at least.