[ti]Private[/ti]A panther at a Queens feet Jul 29, 2019 15:21:50 GMT
Post by Be'khatsa on Jul 29, 2019 15:21:50 GMT
Dust rose beneath behemoth paws, nails dragging a trail behind their owner. Pads splayed beneath the massive weight forced upon them. A monstrosity was stalking Komorrah and humans had noticed, many scrambling away frightened by the sheer size of the animal that faced them. Skin was puckered like sun worn hide, a tough leather carpet work of scar tissue littered his body. Be'khatsa had arrived.
The sultan of savagery had one purpose and one purpose only. He was hellbent on finding the one named Karma and pledging his psychopathy fueled fealty to a fellow deranged canine. He was a weapon wasting away on a shelf and it was time someone polished and directed him. The black beast of the east had grown bored and without purpose, a rage simmered. That left untended could lead to a blinding assault on any who dared to come close to him.
Be' had been following the streets of the slums, learning his way around his new home country. Another reason fueling his desire to find Karma. He was in a foreign place completely unknown to him, having allies and a place to call home wasn't a bad idea. But his presence here had not gone unnoticed and so animal control had been called to deal with the panther stalking the streets. His massive size had begun causing a very noticeable discomfort within the two leggers who had spotted him. He could easily overwhelm them, not to mention his lifestyle as a ring fighter left him more than adept at mauling the weak meat suits or even killing them. Be'khatsa was an experiment that should have died behind lock and key before ever being unleashed upon the world. He was temperamental, unknowable, and that was the way he preferred it. He seemed slow, a slobbering mess of unintelligence but he was quite the opposite.
Catchers had been trailing Be'khatsa, keeping a safe distance as they figured their plan of attack. He'd been leading them, searching for a place where he could easily put them all in his eye sight. The white markings around his neck told his story easily. Scars in the shapes of the chains that had bound him for the majority of his life. He refused to return as a toy for two-leggers, to be bound by their command. He had escaped, he had traveled across seas and escaped his new captors even while in a drug induced stupor. Be'khatsa finally found the turf he was looking for. A side walk walled in on the opposite side of the street with looming, decrepit buildings, behind him was a grass lot with a playground long since forgotten and abandoned. Grass grew wildly, a fitting arena for a panther. The start of forest tested the edges of the playground, swaying gently with a breeze. Opening an invitation for some to stalk its grounds.
He returned, facing the two trucks that had been following him for at least a mile, stalking him down the street. His jowls parted and saliva dripped from his black lips. A long, low howl ripped free from his throat, a guttural challenge to his catchers. His eyes narrowed and he allowed the weakened façade he had presented to strip itself free of him. His shoulders rolled forth and he allowed his gnarled skull to lower. The game was afoot. The humans untangled themselves from their metal contraptions, catch poles at the ready and their radios buzzing with chatter. Everyone was looking for an update on the beast that was now stalking their neighborhoods. Some reports had even been called in with terror, parents frightened by a "bear" on the loose and near their children.
Three catchers faced him, closing the distance between them, slowly. They faced off for a moment before they tried to circle him, attempting weakly to trap him. Be'khatsa lunged, grabbing a catchpole between his yellowed fangs and using the strength of his neck alone to wretch it free from the female two legger. She screamed in surprise, scuttling backwards as fast as she could. A wire snare fell over his head and tightened around his throat as he shifted his attention. He felt tugging, a frantic motion from the male catcher attempting to pull him off his feet. He laughed, the beast was awake and he was game for a fresh fight. "The Be' is ready for you." He snarled, he could smell their fear, their ineptitude and inexperience dealing with a dog of his stature.
He heard rustling behind him as he writhed against the snare on his neck. Forcibly shaking the human on the other end. He worried not, he wouldn't be pulled down by some clumsy two legger, he'd spent his life in chains, bore the weight of three or more humans tugging on him, attempting to force him to do whatever it was they pleased. He was no stranger to pain or their tactics. An ugly cropped ear flattened against his skull as he heard a rushing movement come from the trees behind him. But his attention was taken away by a sudden, sharp stinging pain in his rump. His flesh grew warm and a quick look showed a dart trying its best to burrow into the thickened skin on his rear. Be'khatsa grew incensed and lunged at the third catcher, effectively dragging the one who held him by the neck by way of pole. He drove powerfully towards him, ignoring the grunts and yells of the other humans for "Garvey" to "Move his ASS!!"
"I haven't had breakfast yet but I'm thinking you'll do, pipsqueak!" He spat his words with disgust and a giddy bloodlust. He was no cannibal but he was no stranger to mauling humans and tasting their crimson as a byproduct. Be'khatsa was slowing but trudged after this Garvey, intent on shredding his rump in an eye for an eye penance. Or rather, an ass for an ass. A second catch pole fell around his neck, the female had managed to scrounge a second one from one of their trucks after Be' had removed hers earlier.
Tags - Karma Silvy
Notes - AND LET THE GAMES BEGIN!! I am so excited to see their interactions, and ohhh Karma is gonna have to deal with Be' being drugged up and all his annoying ass ramblings lmaoooo but did i mention I am so flipping excited for these two!!