OC: Salai contains descriptive and/or visual gore, which may disturb some users. Viewer discretion is advised.
M E E T S A L A I
❝ REALITY IS SO CRUEL, ISN'T IT? ❞
The ragged sable fur of the female draped down past her scarred, muscular frame as she walked along the side of a creek, dark brown mud clinging to her paws as if it were a mother and a child as she stopped abruptly, churning the sediment below her. The soft, angelic voice of the female hummed a familiar tune as she sat, watching the Koi swim peacefully. Letting out a deep breath, she inhaled the fragrance of her packmates whom were far behind her.
Relaxing, her tense muscles drooped as she felt sleep overwhelm her."Hey! Salai!" A voice echoed, awakening her from her slumbed as she glanced around warily, emerging from the mud, shaking her clumped fur."
Hey." She replied somberly, her monotone voice signaling her age as she glanced at the canines behind her, following her packmates hunting patrol back to camp.
"Welcome back, Salai." A large canine bellowed, dipping his head in earnest respect towards the female. Salai's gaze hardened as she looked at the male with utter disgust."What are you doing, you pathetic heap of fur? Organize another hunting patrol!" She snapped, her facial features showing she was clearly enraged."Y-Yes.." He stumbled, picking names as he exited the campsite, Salai letting out a yawn in response.
A shrill cry alarmed her as a rogue entered the dense camp, blood staining his muzzle as he stared at the female with a spark in his eye, as he leapt straight towards the female. Salai quickly pivoted, leaving the male to turn on his side awkwardly, crashing to the ground as Salai was nimble to leap atop of the rogue, her pincers gouging into his crainium, stabilizing her.
"State your business, intruder." She growled, her ichor imbibed dentitions visible. The intruder let out a shrill cry, lashing his horrid nails across Salai's delicate facial features. Suddenly, her facial expression contorted in a malformed, sickening appearance, as her serpentine tongue recoiled amongst the slick blood that was besmirching her facial features, she let out a loud bellow, ascending atop the great mass, her dentitions perforating the jugular of the rogue.
All too quickly, it was over for the intruder.Another rustle alarmed her as she pivoted around, only to see her leader, Grim.
"Salutations, Grim." Salai spoke, dipping her head, blood staining her facial features. Grim raised an eye suspiciously as she glanced at the corpse on the ground. After a minute, she laughed as she stalked past Salai.
"Very good work, Salai. You may collect two of this hounds teeth." She spoke as Salai grinned.
"Very well, Grim. It is my pleasure." She replied, licking the blood off of her face with glee, stalking forth, into the stygian.