only the strong are worthy to live

With the setting of the sun, Teren was not in the Erenyx lands. He was searching, out looking for anything that would get his interest. Perhaps he needed to hunt? Perhaps he needed to just get away and think? He walked around the various neutral lands. Half of him wanted to go out and make sure that Samael was in fact dead. He had no reason not to trust Tundra, but one could never be too sure. All his brothers were home, it could only get better from here. The Alpha male moved about the lands as if they were his own. His tail hung prominent over his back. His ears were perched in the upright position and his eyes were alert. He scanned from left to right, right to left. His nose was on the trail of something. Three deer were close by. From the smell of it, at least one was a female. That surprised the male and made him feel pleased.

He followed the trail, keeping himself as calm as possible. He was on the hunt now. As he drew closer to the herbivores, he could now tell that two were fawns and the female was in fact the mother. If he killed the mother, the other two would be left defenseless and ready for the taking. They were too young to know to fight back. They might just run. They would be frightened. Teren sunk close to the ground. His eyes watched as he formed his plan in his mind. The trio seemed to be searching for food or possibly a drink. They would find little of either here in Cathedral Mountain. Teren used this to his advantage. He hid behind a rock formation. The light in the sky was growing ever darker. Soon the deer and her young would wander back to their home for shelter. He needed to move quickly. The female was behind the two, making sure she could keep a close eye on them as they traveled. The two fawns moved slowly before their mother, finding a small patch of grass.

Teren broke free from the cover of the boulder and towards the herbivores. The grass-eaters lifted their heads and saw the great black form coming to them. They ran, just as he knew it. Unfortunately, his old body could not keep up with the their sweet hot speed. They dashed and darted, making their way from the grounds. "Damn it all.." he huffed under his breath. With the fleeing of the prey, their hooves kicked up the dust a special scent which had been covered by the passing heat of the day. It was within these moments that he caught something he would never forget. The scent was mixed with a wolf he knew from right now, and one from his past. The current scent, much more prominent one - Agavos. It smelled of Desmond. It smelled of that Agavos filth. But the other scent, the one that lingered gently beneath the cover of Agavos, that one he knew well. Breathing heavily from his little sprint, Teren tried to calm down his heart rate. He needed to be calm, and he needed to show that nothing had ever changed.

The onyx male followed the stench, carefully walking as he thought what he would do, should he truly find what he was seeking. His emerald gaze stared into the night as the light seemed to grow even darker. The sun was almost completely swallowed by the horizon. He headed north and found exactly what he was looking for. The male gave a smirk as he stared at the figure laying before him. He was not close, not close enough to see any details in the face, but the light reflected and he saw those silver life-less colored eyes. He stared into them and without hesitation. Teren knew who he was dealing with. Teren knew exactly who this was. "Azrael." His voice was cold and chilling, slightly angered that after all these years, he had finally found him again. Nobody else had been able to do such a task. Caspian, worthless. Lyonitus, probably never tried. Baritos, only just seen him. Reaper, never asked.

would it really be so bad to die?

only the strong are worthy to live

Laughter filled the area around them. Teren watched as Azrael sprang up from his rested position. He was not foolish enough to attack the younger male. He knew his days were coming as his joints started to ache and irritate him much more. Apparently, Azrael did not think of these things, how age affected the bones and body. "Yes, my conquests are many, while yours not going so well, are they? And where is your loved ones? I see they are not swarming around you as they were back in the haven. Wait don't tell me... The brown bitch finally saw through you, saw what you really are and deserted you, the pack, and your family. I see it all now, this is why you are alone and no longer do you carry the a dominant scent, but you are covered in the stench of a useless Rogue. Now that you cannot be king, will you follow any wolf that claims to be one?" His chuckle was evil, sheer evil. It was filled with hate as it flowed around them. Teren kept his distance from the other, not too sure how Azrael would handle the situation and not truly seeking a physical confrontation. But the demon prodded, and poked the other more and more. "Come home, Azrael the Sinister. Come back to where you belong. Be my Beta. I am sure my brothers would truly love to see you back in my lands. They will be pleased to see what you have grown into."

He waited for only a moment, knowing Azrael would have something witty to speak in return. "But, should you choose not to come quietly then I will be forced to make you come home with me. You will be treated as a Captive, forced to live among the Omegas, eating only the scraps of our kill pile, and sleeping in feces. Oh yes, I will personally make sure there is a fresh pile just for you every night when you lay your head down to rest. I will make your life a living hell, so much to the point where you will forget everything and anyone you ever loved, reverting to the old you. The best version of you. The you that once made me proud to call you my Apprentice. This, of course, was before you decided to betray me, my pack, and our laws. You released the fae and allowed her freedom, when you were instead supposed to lie with her, allowing your own brood to be created... Speaking of broods, I have a couple of my own once again. I will train them up as I have trained you. They will surpass your skills, however. They will be brighter and more willing to become the next kings of these lands. For you see, I will defeat your king... Your Alpha Desmond, and the other kings of these realms, and my young will take their places."

would it really be so bad to die?