I honestly wasn’t in the mood for submitting dumbasses, but none the less here I was, a slave to the pack once again. I narrowed my soulless orange windows on the fellow on the ground, deciding he didn’t really fit in here. Something about him just didn’t seem like all the other brujos around here, and they were all starting to fit together like some kind of clones - Perfect body, fit and strong, killers, velvet lyrics. Of course the feminiques all seemed to crawl at our paws, but every brute here had been attracted to this place by one thing - Queens. I continued to watch the brujo before me, not really caring if he didn’t like submitting. As long as I was standing here, it was what he was going to do until I said otherwise.

He’d probably see the female and go all soggy. I snorted, flicking my banner out above my spine, towers falling forwards on a crash lean. I lowered my skull, lips pulling up a little more,

‘Get up, now. Find something to make yourself useful and do it soon, I am sick of stupid wolves like you joining and not pulling your fucking weight. If you prove you’re good enough then you can stay; otherwise I will eventually hunt you down, slowly rip your throat out then fuck the wound. Got it, pretty boy?’

I gave him a small slap across the muzzle with a paw then pulled backwards, mask once more shifting from hardass to emotionless. I had better things to do then walk around wasting my breath on these fools. I wanted some fun, and so far he wasn’t providing enough of it for me. I let a low, deep growl rip from my chest, hackles dancing along my spine as I gave him the final warning. With a little grin then, I ran my soft pink muscle along my chops and shrugged, snapping my jowls together as a warning.

‘I’m not a fan of hollow threats.’

Meaning?
Welcome to the pack.
But,
I will do what I said to you if you step out of line.


Seems the welcoming party congratulating me on my win really did the cheering up job. Haha, right.