City

You find yourself looking around at the city before you. It's a life size model of a city? But it's real!? To the average giant these tiny people/furries are less then a few inches tall. They are scurrying around like tiny insects to escape the giants that have come here. The mob is clawing at one another as cars buses and many accidents result from the fleeing citizens, only to join the growing mob. The faces of many frightened individuals can bee seen peering out the skyscraper windows. The sound of sirens begins to mingle with the frightened screams of the mob that is fleeing the approaching giant(s). This place looks a bit like it needs some re-decorating and population control eh?

Background: Zilla was happily playing in a city he'd found when he encountered a building that seemed to push back at him when he tried to smash it. When at last it fell, he found himself face-to-face with a slightly modified version of the megawolf we all know and love...

Rogue blinks and stares at the huge creature that appeared when he knocked over the building. His hackles rise uncertainly and then come back down again. He tilts his head, ears canted forward and nosepad quivering curiously.

Zilla stands nose to nose with the giant wolf for a moment before rearing up a bit and growfing into the air lightly, more to see what kind of response the large wolf will give then anything else

Rogue takes a quick step back, baring his teeth and his hackles rising as the other creature rears up and growfs. After a second when he's not attacked, his hackles slick back down and he takes a cautious step forward again. His neck cranes forward a bit as he sniffs.

Zilla keeps his ground as the wolf takes a step forward, having expected some sort of attack after the growf he stays reared up, keeping his head slightly over the megawolf's as it leans its snout in closer

Rogue rrrrrrr's and tilts his head. He looks uncertain, and then rises up onto his toes, trying to be taller. His muzzle comes closer still until the cold and wet nose touches yours, and he sniffsniffs.

Zilla huffs lightly at the cold touch of the nose against his, perking his head back as the large wolf gets unusually close. Unsure of what to do Zilla nudges his snout forward against the wolf's in a bump, half heartedly trying to regain some space

Rogue jumps backward, his feet scrabbling in the wreckage. He barks loudly, tucking back his ears and then perking them up again and tilting his head. Then he looks down at his feet, searching all around himself. He turns and strides heavily behind another row of buildings and bends down. When he comes up again he's got a bus clamped tightly between his jaws, his long canines caging it in. Tiny figures can be seen scrambling around within the windows. He pounds toward you, cranes his neck forward as if to offer you the bus...but if you make any move for it, he turns his head away and growls possessively.

Zilla sees the tiny figures lining the windows of the doomed bus and quickly begins to feel the hunger from his last feeding beginning to return to him, taking a small jump towards you he skids to a stop in the rubble on large hind paws, unaware of a few other similar vehicles and quite a number of pedestrians obliterated as he closes the distance to you, once stopped he lets out a quick harsh roar as he holds his jaws parted slightly, bearing his teeth to you, crouched forward his tail lashes out behind him

Rogue GROWLS and scrambles back away from you. He crouches, tail wagging briskly, and keeps the bus firmly gripped in his teeth. Suddenly he whirls and charges down the street several steps, but then stops and turns to watch you.

Zilla reaches forward with his jaws and snaps at the bus as you scramble away, coming down onto all fours for a moment he watches you stomp down the street away from him, quickly as soon as you turn to watch him he leaps forwards with his hind legs and gives chase to you, heading towards you in a straight line through the city

Rogue lets out a thunderous BARK and charges ahead of you. His huge feet pound great craters in the earth. Each time a foot rises his toes flick behind him a spray of soil, debris and parts of bodies. He pays no attention to what is in his path, his legs smashing glibly through warehouses and office buildings. He cuts a smoking swath through the city, and constantly turns his head to see if you are still following him.

Zilla continues to follow behind you, a low rasping roar let out to answer your bark as the city trembles beneath the immense footfalls from the two giants, where ever the remaining survivors in the city may be it is certainly almost impossible for them to keep their footing as the giants immense weight shake damaged structures down to rubble, others still standing are blown apart into great clouds of dust and rubble as the monsters run through them like tall grass

Rogue bursts through a row of flimsy buildings, kicking them apart like sandcastles, and thunders onto a wide square that is packed with the little creatures who infest this place. His titanic feet slam down on them, smashing them to juice before they can even scream. Three steps, and the pulping bodies form a slick muck on the bottom of the big wolf's soles. One foot slides out from under him, sending him staggering and scrambling. He grabs onto a tall, thin skyscraper, throwing his arms around it to keep from falling. The building snaps off at the base and the big wolf goes down with it, landing on his belly atop a heap of rubble. He lets out a surprised "URRF??" and looks around, still keeping the bus clamped firmly in his jaws.

Zilla keeps chasing behind you. thousands of people scream madly as hundreds suddenly disappear under massive paws that pulp their frail bodies instantly, madly they struggle to run away, only to push into each other as they all want to run away in their own direction but this only lasts for a brief moment before Zilla follows after the large wolf, the survivors of the crowd are pressed beneath massive scaled soles into red smears as Zilla passes over them, watching the wolf topple over with the skyscraper he bounds up behind him, placing his forepaws down on his back he keeps you down as he attempts to take his prize from your jaws

Rogue GRRRRRS! He kicks and squirms under your heavy hands, his own hands sweeping at the rubble beneath him. He twists his head this way and that, growling and grunting as he tries to keep the bus away from you. The windows are cracked in star patterns now, but through them you can see the passengers tumbling about, falling to the front of the bus, and then rolling en masse to the back as the big wolf's head twists the other way. His tail wags briskly, thumping against your legs as you hold him down.

Zilla Growls down to you as he watches you struggle furiously, large clawed hands pressing down on you hard enough to just keep you down but not anything meant to really hurt you, although the poor remains of the building you tumbled down with begin to powder beneath your weight and the added weight from the scaled monster, keeping his head just above yours he carefully watches the bus being waved back and forth in your jaws, waiting for his moment as he snaps his jaws at it, catching an end his in teeth it instantly crushes between his jaws, trying not to tear his prize in two he keeps his snout held in close to yours but ultimately the fragile metal shell is shredded between the massive jaws of both monsters

Rogue growls thunderously, his neck straining as he tries to hold onto the toy. The metal screams and whines, and then with a great rending sound the bus is torn in half. The battered and bloodied passengers tumble out of the two torn halves and sprawl atop the wreckage.

Zilla lets his torn half of the bus fall to the ground as his attention turns to the wounded and bloodied humans as the fall down to the rubble, lifting a forepaw off from your back, lifting some of the pressure that held you down he tries to slam it down onto the little group of wounded humans before you can get to them .

Rogue tosses his head, flinging his half of the wrecked bus away as well. He stops struggling and watches with sparkling yellow eyes as your mammoth hand swats some of the tiny creatures like mosquitoes. He grins and stretches out one arm, bending it at the elbow and blocking the escape of any that were not instantly smashed under your palm. He does not make any move to grab them himself.

Zilla's paw comes down on the tiny survivors and pulps them instantly, the force knocks those not directly under his hand away, giving them a little distance to possibly get away. Zilla watches as you reach out with an arm, looking to him almost like you are about to reach for the little bugs that are still alive, jerking his head down try and snap up the humans before you can grab them he accidentally crushes one flat into a little red smear against his nose as he crashes it into the ground, growling lightly at his mistake he turns and notices that you are helping and not competing, giving you a confused look, little red remains of the human still on his nose

Rogue raises his head and turns back over his shoulder, peering at you with bright eyes. His jaw is open and his tongue dangles comically between his lower canines. He peers up at you and then cranes his neck further around and starts to lick the red splotch off of your nose.

Zilla's head perks back a bit at the touch of your tongue against his nose but soon understands, in a bit of imitation he tries to give a slurp back but lets his own tongue slide over the top of your muzzle and face

Rogue grins wolfishly, possibly the goofiest expression any living being can achieve. He closes his eyes as your tongue slides over his muzzle, and then he turns and peers down at the wounded, who are groaning and crawling slowly over the rubble. Rogue rolls to his side and casually seizes one by the arm. He starts to lift it, but the arm comes off and the body falls with a splat. Casually he drops the arm and seizes another crawling form by the leg. This one holds together as he lifts it up, dangling it upside-down in front of your looming muzzle, an offering to the god...

Zilla's attention is easily taken by the pathetic little human dangling between your fingers, leaning his snout in closer to the human he gives it a little sniff and holds still for a moment, eyes looking over to your face then back to the squirming survivor, after making certain that the morsel is meant for him he carefully and lightly closes his jaws around the human and your fingers, his teeth lightly touching down on your hand as his warm moist tongue slides against your fingers, taking the little human away and down his gullet

Rogue barks merrily and wags his tail again. His hand sweeps sideways across the rubble, gathering up all but a few of the survivors. He holds his hand open under your chin, the way one might offer some oats to a friendly horse. The little beings are rolling about and kicking, covered with tangy blood, some with their innards hanging out, others with one or more limbs missing.

Zilla watches happily as you gather up the injured prey and begins to salivate as he looks down to the pile of squirming humans in your hands, eagerly he lowers his snout down into your open hand, pushing your hand down as Zilla laps up the humans by the mouthful, the tiny squirming is felt in the palm of your hand as the tiny creatures all struggle to get away but it is quickly replaced by the warmth of Zilla's tongue against your hand as he laps of every last drop of blood before padding in closer to you on all fours and lightly bumping his snout against yours in a sign of friendship

Rogue grins and licks at your snout, his warm tongue rasping over your scales. He rolls to his back and paws playfully at your head and chest with his hands, and then sits up suddenly, ears cocked. It's as if he's realized for the first time that there's a lot more prey where that came from. He stares down the street into the distance, where the retreating crowd can be seen packing the street. Then he looks at you, then down the street, then at you, then down the street, than at you again...

Zilla looks to the retreating swarm of prey for a moment before he starts to pad around behind you, still low to the ground on all fours you feel his head suddenly press against your back as he pushes you in the direction of the mob, trying to get you to your feet and moving

Rogue wurrfs? He slides a bit and then gets to his feet. He turns to face you, and then looks over his shoulder at the swarm of ants in the distance. His thick fur has chunks of rubble all in it, and is dotted with little red splotches. Two little creatures, still alive, are writhing in the fur of his chest and belly, having been pinned and caught there when the big wolf went down in the wreckage of the building.

Zilla rears up to his hind legs and looking over your shoulder to the swarm starts walking forwards, rearing himself up taller as he almost bumps into you, instead his arms go under your own as he lifts you up off the ground, still going forward a few steps you feel little wet crunches under your heals once Zilla leans his body down again, putting you down right at the very edge of the shrieking mob, crouching down lower he pushes his snout into your stomach, urging you more, telling you to take the crowd before him, his long tail swishing behind

Rogue blinks at you and then his ears prick up. He squirms away from you and starts running, but not into the crowd. He leaps over the buildings to your right and runs parallel to the street, a great plume of wreckage arising around his legs. It seems at first that the big wolf has no clue what he is doing, but then he suddenly cuts back in, swinging a leg over the buildings and bringing his huge padded foot crashing down in the street near the front of the crowd. He crouches down on his heels and GROWLS at them. The effect sends what looks like a wave through the mob as their forward progress is arrested. They are now trapped between the two towering monsters, one scaly, one furry, both interested only in slaughtering the thousands that are helpless between them.

Zilla takes a step forward, letting the massive claws from his large foot land just yards from those closest to it, the ground shattering under the feet of those nearest to him. pointing his snout down to the swarming crowd he lets out a low rumbling roar to make sure the prey hasn't forgotten about him as stay frozen stiff between the towering monsters

Rogue sneers, his teeth gleaming white against his muzzlefur. He rests one hand almost casually on a building for balance and slowly lifts a massive foot. He swings it forward, looking like he intends to step on the puny ants, but instead he lets it hover just over them. They cower beneath the black leathery pads and scramble madly to get out from under them. Rogue snickers and swings his leg to follow them, gloating with his immense power over them, his looming foot a brutal reminder of just how pitifully easily he could crush the life out of them. The crowd retreats in terror, pushing against those ahead of them. The effect is to pack the crowd in tighter and tighter, the two ends pushing frantically inward.

Zilla steps in closer with his other foot, letting it land painfully close to his edge of the crowd, making sure the little bugs have no way to run, the two monsters and their tread or hunger are the only way for them to escape this cruel torture of a reminder of just how helpless they are. As your massive foot hovers over the humans in the crowd, many throwing up their hands over their hands somehow expecting this to save them while others simply fall to the ground trying to keep alive as long as possible but the dark death of your dark foot pads never comes, their screams rising and falling as you sway your foot around, the deaths of hundreds would take so little effort, just a simple step would cut out countless screams

Rogue barks with laughter and grins at you, his tail wagging briskly. He leers down at the teeming mob below him, slowly herding them into a nice compact carpet of humanity. Once they can go no further, it is time to play with them. Licking his whiskers, Rogue raises his foot once again, and this time carefully lowers it into the thick of the crowd. He murrrrs as he feels their little bodies writhing beneath it, caressing his sole. For a moment he lets it pin them and enjoys their struggles, and then his leg muscles bulge as he steps down on them. His foot sinks down into the crowd with a meaty crackling sound. He grins and lifts it slowly straight up. Below he leaves a perfect imprint of his foot comprised of flattened bodies, the few intact faces contorted in unimaginable agony. He sweeps his foot slowly over the crowd on either side, torturing them with the sight of the gore clinging to his pads and dripping onto the survivors.

Zilla watches eagerly as your comes down neatly onto the thickest portion of the mob, a dark red slick slowly growing around your foot soon afterwards. For the humans far below, presses shoulder to shoulder, pinned right up against one another the deaths of those underfoot comes frighteningly close to many as a great number being bushed around by the crowd suddenly have those besides them replaced by a towering wall of fur before the ground shatters beneath them and a growing pool of blood at the feet, being so close to death and knowing that it will be taking them soon your fun throws them into a madder fight for their lives as the shrieks reach your ears once again

Rogue laughs loudly, an almost human sound. He lets his foot settle down again, burying dozens of tiny ants beneath it. He squashes them with just as much contemptuous ease, and then slides his foot forward, furry toes splayed. Little bodies are caught between them and writhe as the big wolf lifts his foot a bit and curls his toes, popping them and snickering with amusement. He plants his foot a third time in their midst and then bends down. An enormous hand descends, scooping through the crowd and clearing a swatch through it. He rises up to his full height with what looks like a hundred little squirmies in his fist. Grinning, he holds his arm out straight and simply squeezes, crushing the tiny pests into juice which pours down and splashes on those below. It is a horrific display of the giant's immense might and even greater cruelty.

End of round 1. To be continued…?