Devil was silent as the new alphess, apparently, simply glanced at her and said nothing. The omega watched as she turned her attention to the distance, and she knew another wolf was approaching. One that carried the scent of fresh blood upon him, and she allowed her head to crane around to see the new arrival. A dark colored brute, with many scars covering his body, and obviously from the looks of his new wound, he doesn’t take care of them. Pathetic, if one got infected, it could easily kill him, or any other wolf in the same situation. What caused her to really openly stare was the way he carried himself, like he held some rank, and obviously he didn’t. The fea before her was giving him a single eyed look that spoke a thousand words to Devil’s Angel.
Fur bristling, she allowed her chocolate orbs to watch the brute, waiting for him to submit, or at least lower himself. After all he was on her lands, and he came waltzing in here like he owned the place. For now a simple eye challenge stare was going on, and this is where she expected the newcomer to finally lower himself like he was suppose to do. He was really pissing Devil’s Angel off, and her trained warrior side was yelling at her to snarl her own displeasure out. To shove him into submission upon the ground before Red Star. For her to make him understand he was below them, for he wasn‘t even a member yet, a simple trespasser upon their lands. Who the hell did he think he was, the alpha? As the ill mannered brute moved forward, his own hackles raising, Devil’s followed behind, her cold gaze upon him. Her steps were silent, always when she wanted them to be, and she allowed her fangs to slip forth in a menacing smile. Oh, how she would love to tear into his pathetic body, although he’d probably make her sick with something. As he stood before the new queen, raising himself to an even position, Devil rushed forward, only to jump back when she realized what she was doing. The omega didn’t have permission from the alphess.
This brute didn’t scare her, it was clear from the look on her face, and she was confident she could take him in a fight. All the scars on his pelt, to her, just seemed like he couldn’t fight or care for himself. To Devil, they didn’t hold much meaning, most wolves had scars, they were simply trails of their past. Most wolves had trials yeah, yet they still submitted before the alphas when it came down to it. This brute was no different, not in her eyes at least, and why should he receive special treatment? Because he stood up to the alpha without a single trace of fear? That was just plain stupidly and bad manners in her book, he was on Red’s lands after all. His words only brought further fury to her face, and she allowed her own honey edged voice through.
It’s not false, she challenged and won. Your on her lands now, loner. My lady may I take care of this thing? If need be, he’ll submit to you dead on the ground.
She was asking if she could handle this brute, kill him, chase him out, tear him up, whatever she wanted. The white and black vixen couldn’t even call him a wolf, simply thought of him as a thing at the moment. Seriously, he was showing himself lower than felines right now. Devil’s Angel just wanted a piece of the brute that dared to trespass in her home and disrespect her so newly appointed alphess. Pearls bared, she waited for an answer, watching the brute for weaknesses. Her body was already in battle mode, ready for anything, and she knew this brute would lose. Her warrior self was ready, fresh, and itching for a fight. Oh she was going to love this if she was allowed to do it. For his sake, in a injured state, he’d better submit or start running. She was sure her new alpha wasn’t sweet tempered or patient, no, and obviously she demanded respect. Devil’s Angel was ready to protect her home, and would be grateful if Red Star would let her.
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