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We'll bring them pain IP: 71.252.173.85 Posted on July 22, 2014 at 00:29:52 AM by Andras
She gives off a bit of attitude, her tail giving distinct signals that he catches in the corner of his eye. He certainly does not, necessarily, want a female who rolls over and exposes her belly with the flick of a fang. No, he did like a strong female within his pack lands. All must be strong who live here, and it is always a test of wills with those who linger at his border. So far, her will was standing well enough against his.
The red tinted hues of his pricked ears listen to her voice as it travels through the dense bog air. She dare with her words, she tests out the waters. She does not stick a single paw into it, no, she puts her whole damn paw with what drips off of her tongue. He does not react initially, only holding his ground against her for a good moment of silence. It only leads to her snake tongue hissing out more words, insults as they truly are but he is not phased. He bores into her with his eyes, a sick smirk crossing his cracked lips.
He then takes a few steps forward towards her, his right shoulder coming in to meet her own right shoulder. It was not an aggressive move, in fact it was slow and deliberate. A single touch of side against side, perhaps a movement of ownership, of becoming one with the pack as scents are exchanged. Or perhaps it was something else entirely. He turns his head back as his right hind leg lifts. His liquid scent comes forth, a stream of piss coming from him, barely escaping her paws less she moved and cross its stream.
Well, she complained about the lack of his musk, didn't she? The bog was not the easiest place to keep marked, and perhaps he was stretching his limits, but regardless he was proving his point.
"Good enough for you?" he boomed with a slight touch of his own twisted humor. He lowered his leg, tail slashing as he comes in to take a traditional wiff of her backside. He huffs, swinging back around suddenly, coming around her frame to face her once more.
"Let us get one thing straight- Numbers are not everything as you foolishly imply. I don't let every whining, sniveling coward into my lands" he growled, leaning in closer to her ear as he moved past her once more. "Only those worth a damn are allowed here. I see he did not take your life the moment you came near- I will give you a chance, but do not get too comfortable," He eyed her as he walked past, muscles rippling under his short black pelt. He allowed her a moment to speak, a moment to give him a little more of her mind. If she takes too long, he will not hesitate to fade into shadow, leaving her to talk to the wind.