Beauty and Beast[Paradox]

The snow had frosted the field, the grass all frozen in one direction to the other. His tail flicked as his large paws crunched the grass with each step. His large body swayed with odd grace, his hunched back swaying, his large spine moved with each step, shoulders rolled and tail flicked. His ears lay flat against his head, eyes dull and mind quiet. His limp was noticeable today, his hind left had a drag to it. His chest puffed under his think lion mane type fur he had going on. His long canines showed as he snarled loudly, who would he run into today?

He halted his steps, his front limbs spread a bit to support his top heavy wight, his hackles stood tall to the tip of his tail. He ears lifted to listen then laid back against his skull. His cold nose twitched to the breeze, the heavy musk of death and dominance ran through the breeze. It smelt like his brother, the 45 inch high beast who ate his own kind, who was Grimm to judge? He was a cannibal himself, but he didn't base his diet off it, he just wasn't picky. He looked around slowly, eyes watching the landscape for any movement, Grimm was not on edge or frightened. He was calm as usual, not caring, not really curious, just aware. He growled lowly and hind legs crouched slightly as he stood stretched out, like a German Shepard. His hackles catching the wind.

His deep vocals rumbled in a quiet to himself voice. He was unimpressed, hopefully this wolf had more nuts then that heap of fur Admiral, poor guy, so new to the life of an official. Grimm was a well weathered and seasoned alpha to a group of nasty hell hounds. He snarled, long canines showed as he flashed his teeth, whoever this was, was on their way here, he could feel it, smell it. Tongue ran over his cracked lips, the snow began to fall slowly, large flakes that stuck to his fur. He looked around, in the wide open, he was a huge mass of black on a white landscape. He snarled again and waited, surely this stranger knew he was here, cause Grimm knew the stranger was not far from him.

Large paws slowly stepped on the grass as he swirled his way around the tall grass, like a lion hunting a deer. His body lowered but for his size and deformities, he stuck out like a sore thumb, he didn't care much though, he wasn't one to hide anyway. He flicked his tail as he moved forward, his body slow and lagging but he wasn't to worried about that either. His eyes watched around him for any sight of this wolf who was wandering about not far from him. He made it to the edge of the hunting lands and began to circle, he had a lot of ground to cover but he knew that his nose would show him right, teeth showed as saliva slowly began to ooze from the gaps between his teeth. His rabid appearance was only the tip of the iceberg.

His body was oddly moving but still had grace, most animals did have a grace about them. His hind left leg dragging slightly still, he avoided much weight on it. He started to focus on the scent at hand, why was he heading towards it? He didn't want a friend... a meal? Yes, a meal. He ran his tongue over his lips as he slowed to a very gentle walk, his shoulder rolled back as he laid down in the grass, the ice and snow melting beneath his warm body. His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, he was close. He lifted himself up again as he stalked forward more, the scent was moving which only meant that he would have to move in sequence with it. He continued forward till he came across tracks. His nose lowered to the ground, they were from his prey.

Eyes flicked to the direction they were headed in, he was behind him now, he would be further away since Grimm had made such a dumb but safe played error traveling around the area, but now with the wind at his back, he had to move quick, this wolf would catch on to him in no time at this rate. He crouched down, following the prints, his ears flicked back and hackles rose as he watched in front of him, his massive paws crushing the tracks he followed. The ugly brute had no fear or shame, this wolf could be his size, or a pup, he didn't know. He carried a musk about him though that made Grimm believe that he would be up for a good challenge. His eyes finally spotted the black male, his body loose and relaxed, hind leg stiffening up to support weight, no time to show weakness. He growled lowly and made his way as close as possible before stopping.

He stood tall, head lowered as his hunched back made it hard for Grimm to lifted his head to a normal height. Eyes fixed on the male, Grimm's teeth showed as he stood tall, again front paws supporting his weight, hind end stretched out and crouched a bit, tail completely still. Snarled rattled his showing rib cage as he eyed the male. Tongue ran across his lips to clean the oozing clear liquid from his jaws. He didn't know this male, he didn't really care who he was. He growled and snapped his jaw viciously as he watched to see what the male would do, Grimm stood still, yet relaxed in an odd disturbing way. Most things about Grimm were disturbing, how he acted and handled himself, was just the beginning.

Ears flicked against his skull as he watched the other male turn around quickly in surprise, he immediately became hostile. Grimm snarled and flicked his tail, his large shoulder blades rolling back as he watched this other male, his body relaxed, his eyes showed no fear, the male before him was eyeing him down, did he think Grimm would look away? Act as if he really cared if this other male attacked him? He wasn't afraid, and he didn't care. He stepped forward, well he didn't really move, one paw moved forward, but his body stay in the same position, his weight didn't shift. He tilted his head a bit, eyes locked on the other males, clearly a friendly hello was now a challenge. He growled loudly.

His deep vocals audible to the male but still quiet as usual, deep, dark and hoarse. He shifted his weight onto the paw he had moved forward earlier. But still he showed no weakness anywhere, his hunched back certainly wasn't a hindering deformity by the looks of it. He growled again, tongue wiped the saliva from his cracked lips as he watched the other male. He was almost a mirror image of Grimm but a bit smaller and not as ugly. He swayed his tail back and forth as he shifted his other paw to be square with his first paw. His one hind leg came forward under his belly to keep him balanced.

He snapped his jaw as he spoke, his hackles long and standing at full sail. His body still relaxed despite his snapping towards the male, still his voice never left the calm and cool tones he always had. Even as an alpha of his old pack, Grimm never yelled unless having to speak in front of a large crowd. He could sense it was defiantly a dominance war that was going on between each male now, for Grimm had no interest in fighting, nor did he really want to. He waited silently now, if this male backed off, Grimm would do the same, but the fact of the matter was, if he didn't, he was barking up the wrong tree if he thought Grimm was going to be easy to take down. Eyes locked, and body ready and relaxed, not a hint of care in his position or expression.