drip [escape]

The man moved swiftly through the lands, sniffing the air as he did so. He knew the scent of the zebras were close and it wasn't long until he found them. Lowering himself slightly, the man would listen to their words before finally coming out of the shadows. Though he was albino and quite easily seen, he was also the one who knew the most about the land and where he could hide. As he walked, he roared loudly to announce his presence, as well as the fact that he wasn't happy. "What is it you two think you are doing?" He narrowed his eyes and watched them, hackles raising to make him look much larger then he actually was. He didn't put up any of his other defenses yet because he wasn't expecting to fight them. For now at least. But he would move slowly closer, his jaws parting as his snarled a low warning growl. "Explain yourselves now." He knew what they were trying to do based off of Gravy's constant desire to escape as well as the fact that they were both seeming to get ready for either a fight or to run. He would, however, give them only one chance to try and get out of it, however depending on what they said next, depending on what he did to them.

He watched them both carefully, waiting for an explanation. He wasn't entirely expecting Clara to try and rush past him. Because of this, he would attempt to bite her as she neared him but because of his shoulder still rather harmed from the last fight, he wasn't quick enough. Very well. Turning fast to face Gravy, he would snarl low as he attempted to rake his claws down the zebra's side as he moved near the lion towards the escape. He would attack with his slightly harmed arm, not wanting to put his full weight on it. He aimed for the meaty center of the zebra's side that was closes towards him, using his bent back legs to push himself forward. His hackles stayed raised and his ears pinned against his head, hiding in his mane. His eyes narrowed and his lip raised, revealing his fangs that seemed to long for more blood. His jaws parted and his head lowered to protect his neck. His legs moved slightly apart from each other, widened to keep his balance along with the aid of his tail that flipped behind him. 

He could hear the rain hitting the cave as well as the ground outside, though with the overcast sky, it made it ever so slightly darker within the cave. Thankfully, he was used to seeing in the dark and therefore he didn't have to worry about not being able to see. He figured Gravy could see well also considering how long he had been within these walls. His wounds had still yet to heal fully, but they were closed now as he was no longer bleeding from his past fight. His shoulder was the main issue to him, but he would try his best to keep that weakness unknown to the Zebra as he hoped with his attack, it would be hard to see how he was choosing to keep that arm off the ground and attacking rather then down on the ground supporting his own weight. 

He was tired of his man, tired of his games and he mouth. It was time for Satan to do what he had told Gravy he would do several times. However, he had never done it for several reasons. One was because he really didn't feel like getting himself injured over a worthless slave, and another was that he was trying to keep his toys rather then killing them off. But this was the last straw. The only reason Satan didn't try and kill the other zebra too was because they had already gotten past him. He wasn't going to try and go after them and risk loosing both. He would rather kill one and have to go out and find the other. Which he would, sooner or later. Neither of them were save from him now.