unleashed.

HE IS MALICE above all; le meilleur gift gaia ( & presently, adriana ) has bestowed upon humanity—- the need to weave threads of rancour from betwixt the niches of one’s soul, the need to harm & MAIM, the need to destroy. natheless, masks this very essence of his being boris does & with a gentle cock of his head,  nonchalance DEVOURS whole his mien before he speaks.

                           ❛ — that’s ridiculous. ❜

       ─「♔」─ CONCENTRATION turned towards the sound of a stranger, yanking       threads of ( focus ) for the WOLF to change his line of vision. With sanguine       plastered over pale skin, heedless he was, ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ optics found their ways       upon the owner of said voice -- they say one could tell its own KIND. Single       glance was more than enough to tell the canine he was in a presence of a       man who had killed. Hands that were tainted with liquid of life.

         Fenrir’s address BELLOWED through the vacant street, shook the ground, and had he not known what he was facing, he would have been trembling from the core. stance never wavered despite the vicious tone that RIPPED the air. eyes merely flitted toward the source, seeing the powerful Great Wolf come into sight. the grip wrung around the blade tightened as though BRACED for assault. at any moment, Fenrir could lunge whether it be at him or to press onward toward the teenagers.         a grin briefly DANCED on his lips as his opponent took notice of the MEAGER blade he held. ❝I thought it fitting to fight you with,❞ he taunted, though he was in no position to. he shifted his stance, feeling his nerves on edge as iridescent blues tried to depict every subtle movement of Fenrir. from the way he BREATHED, to the way he STOOD; he refused to let any mild assistance slip from his grip when he hadn’t an advantage at all.         ❝I’m not going anywhere,❞ he announced lowly to the first demand. he neither planned to move forward and advance nor leave these parts, not until Fenrir stepped down ( which he doubted would happen ). the way he stood his ground, the way the earth SHOOK with fury, he knew he was in it for the long ride. as long as he procrastinated battle, the more likely the two would escape this WRATH. that was all he needed to provide and he REFUSED to fail them.         the name struck him, like a cold metal dagger sinking into his chest and stealing air from his lungs. it had been some TIME since anyone had called him THAT. he avoided that title like the PLAGUE and only those ancient enough to recall his MISDEEDS of the past knew of it. ❝I disappoint you? You’re running after TEENAGERS who hadn’t even a chance to live, perhaps you should reevaluate yourself,❞ he retorted, body remained poise even as the roaring THUNDER came rolling in its demands.         after a moment of deafening silence that followed suit, Yato flicked the weapon to point at the other and then jerk it to the side as though to motion between his aggressor and the prey. ❝Are they really worth your time?❞ they were worth Yato’s but he wondered if it were truly the same for the other.

─「♔」─ The longer the TIME passed, the more frustrated the wolf had become. Not only this GOD was standing in his way, but the taunting comment implying that useless piece of metal he carried was ( fitting ) to be used in fighting him. Who did this one think he was facing ? A mere spirit that he could slay down with such WEAPON ? A growl erupted from the back of his throat, pulsating from his lungs where accompanied with his step forward, fingers curling around the blade he forged out of his own ʀᴀᴢᴏʀ﹣sʜᴀʀᴘ fang.

                        “ You will regret that. ”

Words uttered not as a warning but the TRUTH he was going to make happen. He will make the other regret underestimating him. Head crouched low where BLOODIED red eyes ɢʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ in its tint, ears pointed out in extension, furs sprouting from the nape of his neck reaching towards the spine of his BACK. Scars which plastered around the base of his neck now s e a r e d in response to his awakened power. Ground shook as he stomped down, breaking the man-made walking path that SPLIT open as if commanded, forced out by the overwhelming sense of ʀᴀɢᴇ.

Temperature immediately DROPPED from the flow of dominance. Ability to control ( frozen water ) and the moisture in the air beckoned it to obey. Authority over force of nature where followed sharply by enraged ROAR. The sound shook over the silent street, echoing into every senses of living being. INTIMIDATION. Domination. He was born to d e s t r o y. Even the air was cut in sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ.

                                                                  “ Are -you- worth my time ? ”

A snicker, seeping coldly and humorlessly from those parted lips, corners of it tugged up into a predatory SMIRK. A hunter that had found a new prey to play with. Violence was throbbing in his veins, boiling hot as mouth parted to give way to the sharp FANGS growing from his mouth. A clear transformation he wasn’t bothered to hide. If not, he wanted to SHOW the other what he is. The First Son of Loki, the wolf who BEHEADED Odin. He was a ( rebel ), never listen to anyone, humans or GODS. Yet this one dared in lecturing him like he was some sort of children. Reevaluate himself? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴋᴇ. Sneering smile reappeared on his lips, feet positioned in an offensive pose. One last chance.

                         Tᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ...

                                                                                           “ ---Let’s find out. ”

          ❝Go on…!”                                        “What about you?”         ❝Me? I’m a GOD, I’ll be fine,❞ hands tainted with purple STAINS lightly rested on a teenager’s shoulders, her eyes wild with HORROR. her boyfriend, who fidgeted nervously nearby, had ( undoubtedly ) snuck into her household to spend the night. the two had intentions that could not easily escape the eyes of any mortal, more so, a DEITY but their impulsive desires were not of his concern. ❝You, BOTH of you…❞ eyes of iridescent, crystal blue lifted onto her partner, ❝… you’ve go; and don’t ya DARE look back.❞         he knew what he was dealing with but it had been AGES since the two had crossed paths. now, he stood on the other side of the line. the LINE which drew them apart from being allies or an act of MUTUALITY. the girl before him heaved breaths of adrenaline, glancing at her loved one before they took off running. inwardly, he cursed at himself for not speaking his name as the latter days would HAUNT him for his mistake. there was little time to BERATE himself in the name of his distress, turning heel to face the oncoming STORM.         he had to buy the other two time if they were to escape in the shadows of the city. blade drawn, he gripped the sword within both his hands as an elongated exhale released from his lungs. the sword he held was unlike the one generations ago, this one did not BEAT with LIFE. it was deadened, as heavy as LEAD and dull as DEATH. there was not the glimmer of a soul that rest within as his other ones did; this was a typical sword—bought and forged in a smithy.         ❝Leave them or you’ll be facing me,❞ he warned into the dark of the night, the presence of the other thick as he stood in the middle of the street. a flickering lamppost nearby gave out and the WOES of the city-life seemed to DROWN into the background. ❝… And I would RATHER be having a drink right now… waiting for a phone call, making a few wishes happen,❞ he rambled, filling the silence with pointless exhortation.

─「♔」─ A sense of POWER. The wolf could hear them talking, despite being far away from his ( target ) -- it didn’t hinder him from being able to detect the conversation that came from the other end of the street. Power was pulsating through his veins, THREATENING to burst out and declare its own entity should the vessel of its power allowed to be. Unconscious body thrown across the walking path, right to left until it CRASHED pitifully against the bricked wall. Another presence. He could feel it, so so clearly. A presence with power as well.

                      “ YOU --- ”

He HISSED through his breath and gritted teeth, fingers curling with overwhelming rage witnessing the soul who dared stand in his path, blocking him, interrupting him. His TARGET was getting away, fleeing for his ʟɪғᴇ as he should be. A growl - erupted - from his mouth, watching this GOD draw his weapon as he scoffed loudly. What is this?

                                “ Are you intended to fight me with -that- ? ”

            “ Scrap metal like that would not stand a chance again my FANG. ”

Disappointment. This one was such a DISAPPOINTMENT. A God of Calamity now fighting for humans. What a joke !! Bursting mind - recalled - the previous time they crossed path. They both were raging, destroying, devouring EVERYTHING in their wake. And -now- he was straying from his own path? His ғᴀᴛᴇ?

                                                          “ M o v e. ”

This one wasn’t his ( target ), and he did not wish to fight another ancient being should he could avoid it. HUMANS were the ones d e s t r o y i n g themselves, he was just the grim reaper to finish the JOB. Hands drew away from his chest, summoning his own WEAPON, forged from his own FANG into a blade. - The very same fang that rid ODIN of his life -

                                          “ You DISAPPOINT me, God of Calamity. ”

                      Defying your own EXISTENCE and POWER.