Now, dear children, pay attention
I am the voice from the pillow
The ebony brute shook himself and set off at a slow trot around his territory. His most recent power nap had been one most needed, after all that had happened just inside his markers. The ‘good news’, as it could be interpreted, was that he had a new member to shape as he pleased. The downside? The bitch was an oblivious, bouncing pup who got her ass scared off by a butterfly yet didn’t blink a pretty little eyelash at his obvious threats. Damn, he had even slaughtered a writhing weasel above her form and let the blood wash down like holy rain but she simply laughed with glee and dug into his kill. Unknowingly, the hessian’s eyebrow twitched just at the thought of the small fatale. And then one of his packmembers had to wander along and find the two, frustrated Alpha and giddy pup, and Serris had the uncanny feeling that that little mistress knew more than she let on to. But… the fact that annoyed him the most, was the fact that her little fuzzy butt was still curled up within his lands, soundly asleep from the little friend-making adventure she had yesterday. Why was she still there though? Big bad Alpha boy surely could murder the thing and toss it up into the canopy for the ravens. Yet… something stopped him, and he did not like admitting it, not even to his very core. But one thing was certain; he did not perform such an act out of kind-heartedness or the love of adorable little runts. She was just bloody impossible to get rid of.
After that whole ordeal the dark-hued regal decided he needed his own recharge and fled to the banks of the creek that ran through the corner of his lands. A quick roll in the muddy water, then a long reprise curled up on the riverbank. Naturally his pelt had air-dried, leaving the warboy a bit more fluffy than he would have liked, but his speed and razor fangs could make up for any sort of misunderstanding. He wasn’t King for nothing, afterall. Threats of challenges and promises of return; what had he received in the end? A peaceful, yet depressingly slow period of tranquility upon the land that had fallen onto his shoulders. Be it he was happy to carry such a weight, unlike any of his clearly unfit predecessors. Snorting at the thought, that little pain in the ass out of his mind for now, Serris smoothly padded to his invisible barrier and began to renew the marks that had begun to fade there. Nothing to relax the nerves than a few hours of pissing and rubbing himself against the bark of a hundred trees, right? But to him it was indeed a way to connect with his forest and his river, the soil beneath his talons and the leaves unfurled overhead. To him that was most important; this piece of Earth was his to rule, and he would do it justice.
Raising his skull to take a quick break, the raven he-beast nonchalantly scented the air only to find a present waiting for him on that drifting current. An intruder again! No… simply a stinky soul on the borders. His nose curled at the sickly scent, not opposed but slightly appalled at the strength of the stench. And although he tried his best, the male could find no musk in its depths, only the faint whiff of buried estrogen forgotten. A female, eh? His facial featured tightened into a devious smirk. So it seemed she would give him no other invitation. Well, he’d just have to go welcome her to the party, now wouldn’t he? Turning 180, as she was located in the area he had just recently marked, the sleek ruler quickly made his way through shadow and underbrush to greet his newest victim.
Upon first sight she was nothing new. Black and red like every other damn wolf around here, it seemed. His own charcoal and ashen derma was excluded from such a comment though, naturally. Stepping into plain sight, banner curled tight and neat upon his spine, Serris flashed the femora a pearly grin. His aqua pools narrowed, yet he still drank in her every feature. Sure, she wasn’t as seductive as he had actually been hoping, but a new follower was still a new follower just the same. Taking in her perfume, much stronger this time, he found traces lupine flesh and lingering insanity. Suddenly sighing, much of the light escaped from his flashing pools. Just another crazed bitch looking for a place to shack up. He guessed it couldn’t be helped, considering what pack he chose to commandeer, but the boy could always have his hopes, couldn’t he? Glancing to the terra beneath their feet, the Alpha cocked his head slightly, face now serious, although a hint of his playfulness could still be detected underneath. “You just gonna sit there and stink up my borders wench, or should your ass be somewhere else?” The question seemed easy enough, if not a slight bit vulgar, but after that bubbling pup he needed a little poison to re-enter his bloodstream. Yet he still demanded an answer. Either should would leave, due to her own accord or his, or she needed to be belly-up on the leaves. He didn’t let wolves join his ranks based on insanity alone. Patiently, Serris stood strong, waiting for whatever this newcomer might decide to do next, but it retreat, attack, or submission. And of course, there was never anything wrong with having a little fun along the way.
I have brought you something
I ripped it from my chest
Demon | Adult | Munashii Gekko | Alpha | Loveless | Mimi
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