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Aplos Riverside
Moladion’s powerful, winding river...
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Lies get tossed and truth is spoken I am waiting. From my position I can hear paw steps and I can smell the other wolf. My ears prick as my attention is garnered, my tail twitching behind me as I look for the source of the paw steps with my red eyes. I find myself staring at a pair of hostile wolves facing each other down, bites and blood littering them and fluffs of torn away fur and flesh littering the ground between them. I shake my obsidian hued head, my eyes on the one with the bite in his neck and the blood soaking into his fur and making the very air reek of it. The wound looked savage and deep and I wonder when he’ll begin to feel the effects of blood loss. I turn my gaze to the wolf opposite him, and find myself pacing around the two of them, my eyes flickering back to the nasty neck wound the other hailed. A deep laugh bubbles from my lips, a twisted and amused smirk covering my face as I stop and stare at both now, waiting to see who will pounce who. I can see the least harmed one getting ready to spring and set upon the other like a famished hound from hell, the muscles bunching under the coat, and I can tell it’s more than blood lust talking here. I’m wondering if I’ll have to resort to hurting this wolf, or if this male with the bleeding neck is even worth my time and intervention, and if I do save this miserable little man if they’ll start tailing me and relying on me as has happened to me before. It was a female then, but who’s to say this will be any different? I bared my wicked fangs as the injured boy was lunged for, the boy in turn tensing and lowering to the ground, his own jaws opening wide in order to catch something and tear and rend it with his mouth full of mighty fangs. I made my decision before either of them could touch the other, I placed myself solidly in-between the two combatants. Both erupted into something like a cross between enraged snarls and a surprised howl, they had not noticed me and suddenly I had placed myself in the way at the last moment, and now they’re more agitated and maybe confused as to why I did. My reaction when the uninjured one’s path was cut off and shortened by me blocking it and being struck was to turn my head and lash out with a savage and yet only warning bite, aiming at the shoulder area with a hissing snarl and then to twist my body around to face that wolf while keeping the other barred. "Now why exactly are you in such a killing mood?" I raise my head, the other injured wolf still being watched out of the corner of my eye, and keep my wicked fangs bared at the wolf who had struck me. Thoughts whirled and flared within my mind, comments I will log for later and leave unspoken teasing and tantalizing my most inner self. I don’t need to share everything I think. "Please tell me it’s not petty things. You know, like things a couple of squabbling pups would fight over." My fangs click back together after my statement is made, to be replaced with my signature devilish smirk. I am anything but polite and well-behaved, and it shows in my eerily glowing red eyes. I take a step closer to the unharmed one, glowing red eyes from hell staring into them challengingly and menacingly, letting my message be thrown out quite clearly. My midnight fur bristled from the tension and aggression in the air, I take another step forward, my glowing red eyes contrasting with my amused expression. HELLSING It's almost seeing your soul for the first time |