Devil’s Angel walked along the border, her mood better than what it was earlier, somewhat. The feminine curved goddess could be scary looking enough, without her mood furious, and she was looking between right now. Being around those other two wolves must have done it, she guessed company was what she had wanted. It had become so quiet here, making her really wonder if she was the only one around here again, the only thing that kept her in doubt were a few smells now and again. The ivory and ebony huntress guessed everyone was just keeping to themselves. She was just starting to head back further into the lands, when a new scent caught her full attention. Fresh blood, the smell of it caused her to lick her chops once or twice, wondering what creature had been injured. No, make that killed, death hung in the air, along with the scent of a male. Inside the territory…..Oh hell no.
Her limbs ate up the ground, in a fast pace, and she made sure her scent wouldn’t reach the trespasser. The majorly ebony lady couldn’t have him knowing she was coming. No, she didn’t want to warm the male to her present, not when she was going to handle this the way she planned. Fangs bared in a devilish grin, and her chocolate orbs cold again, she slipped upon her unaware victim. He was so busy eating a rabbit, something he had obviously killed in their packlands, making her even more furious. Obviously this guy was just plain ignorant, and he was about to pay for it. Hackles up, the omega warrior stalked upon him in silence, knowing it was be next to impossible for him to realize she was there. A evil smirk came to her maw, as she relished in the idea of tasting this fucker.
Gathering her limbs beneath her, she sprung at him, aiming to land upon his back. She had snuck behind him, and this attack, if made should of knocked the breath from him. It would also have made him vulnerable, whether he stayed laying the way he was, or turned over, either way her fangs would of went to lock on to his neck. If she did manage to get his vulnerable lifeline in her deadly jaws, she wouldn’t of killed him, yet. She wasn’t above giving mercy, to an extent, but this male had pushed it. There was doubt in her mind Red Star, the alphess, would accept him after his acts, but if he cooperated with her, he would still get his chance. It was up to him whether he wanted to die by resisting, if he wanted to flee, or cooperate to try to join still.
However if her attack did fall short, she would of stood in a fighting stance, watching him. That way, she would be ready for any return attack, if they came, and she could plan her next move. The ess’s head and tail were lowered, making it impossible for him to see the ivory streak going from her neck past her throat. Cold, emotionless chocolate jewels clashed with azule ones, clearly stating a challenge to the trespasser. A snarl rose itself from her chest, to come through her maw, wondering why this night colored brute was crazy enough to come in the lands uninvited. She would wait to see if he would at least show submission, but he was going to fight, then he was going to be doomed.
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