Run while there's life left,
Scream 'til there's silence
How intensely I listened to this male speak. His "S's" were so interesting with that hole in his face. I do not understand how a wolf could be okay with living without a piece of their face. I love my face, I love everything about me...and why shouldn't I? But, enough about me, I want to hear what this brute has to say. Bright neons focus on him, flashing in the light as cue in on what he is talking about. Needing friends, hmm? Well, perhaps I need a bit of f&f - that's fight & feed - before I am ready to topple an empire. Perhaps, something could be worked out, and we will see. Mayhaps, I should express my need. "I think we could work something out. You help me recover, I will help you topple this angel kingdom. I will want regular spars, with whichever pack member you think is best. I will aide you in hunting as much as I can, and when I recover. I will go after this...Kane. But, I have a question..." I smile, letting him soak in what I had to say before I ask him anything. I wait for any response he may have, white towers at full attention as I watch his body for any aggression.
I begin speaking again, posing my question. "Do you know the meaning of Purge?" I smile, my own pride seeping through the sharp thrashing pains in my leg. Exposed nerves are a bitch. Let him make of my question what he will. I watch him, just to see if it comes to his mind, just to see if he understands the meaning behind my moniker.
vixen || of no where || nine years || no bars || no chains || no shackles