After Shetani had proudly announced his challenge to the king of this land, the brute had dared to laugh. He was issuing a challenge and he laughed at him. A deep chuckle that resounded through the air. The brute watched as the ruler narrowed his optic at him and immediately releasing his lyrics. The czar said that what he was doing was a bold move but what made a small growl emanate from his throat was that he called him scum. And join his pack. Oh no. He wanted to rip this land from between the other’s paws, and only if the alpha showed he deserved the right of him in the pack would he join. Maybe by winning one of the two fights they would have. Just maybe. It was right after that the ruler lunged. The only warning the brujo had was the cheer dropping from his façade like a rock down a cliff. He had backed up maybe two steps before the alpha was on him. But the king turned and slammed against his side, making the brute fall into the flowing water of the river. His head splashed under to water and the droplets rose into the sky, trying to reach the heavens but gravity defied them and brought them back down into the water. He started to push himself back up, but before he had the time to do anything, a pressure was on his spine. The bastard had his filthy fore on his back!!!
He got his fores and pillars under his bodice and pushed up,, forcing the bastard off him. But in the process, the other had scraped his nails against his spine and the beast arched his back downward, looking down at the river and clenched his teeth to not release a noise from his maw. It worked luckily and he was able to stifle back the whine that was at the tip of his tongue, about to fall into the air. His ears twitched as the alpha released a blood curdling snarl. Shetani shook his skull and turned towards the beast, ocean luminaries narrowing dangerously. He copied the King’s stance, his own hackles raising and his tools coming out to play. His lyrics flowed off his tongue, ordering the brujo to leave or he will kill them. The brute looked across the wolves in the clearing one more time and then let his lyrics flow forth again, strong and still defying. ”I will leave. But, beware. I will be back. I will come back and challenge again and we will meet at Quarrels Clearing and settle this. Be on the lookout, alpha!!!” With that, he turned on his paw and started through the territory until he got to the border. He then walked past and continued on, not stopping to rest or eat. He had things to plan.
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| Brute | 2 Years | Packless | Mateless |
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