pump mud through my veins
I listen to the other pup, my multi-hued green eyes scanning over his mottled form as I take in all he has to say before deciding not to even dignify him with a response. This wolf was all bark, who knew what he blathered on about. "Cease that incessant swill you spew into my ears, beast. I will kill you where you stand." His manner offends me, his speech grates against my ears like nothing else. Bad blood, I bet he tastes as foul as he speaks. The scent of too many wolves clings to him, and I find that even this offends me. Manners matter, Mother says, and Mother is always right. I feel the skin tighten on my neck tighten to raise the fluff I call hackles raise upon my spine and down my blood splashed tail even. Smooth coat puffs outward, and I growl softly.
"I should enjoy putting you in the ground one day. Your blood will foul my tongue, but I will try and savor what I can of the victory." I smile at him, a sweetly sick smile that means I am ready to snap. All I need is one more thing, something to tell me the other one is taken care of when I chew his comrade in half. I could take them on, but I liked that there was a pack behind me. With the arrival of another scent on the border, anger only grows in my dead girl's heart. How dare they presume to trespass where they should fear to go? How dare they think they can get away with this. Now, I needed another to even the odds. Perhaps, this is why we have made a pack, if you are small, others think you are weak and they can take advantage, even those of the same age. I hate this cub, and his foul little companions.
Gehenna and I could take on the mottled goose and his ugly eyed friend, but what of the other who just walked up? Who would take care of that one? I did not look away from this other pup, meeting his gaze dead on as I stare out from white lined eyes. Bloodied lips raise, and I show off the jagged teeth of a wolf almost a year old. Some were lost, some growing in, one canine still held its needle-like baby shape. I still had many of those sharp teeth, and they could draw blood, I have done as much to other pups whilst growing in the grotto. I have to nip this problem in the bud before it becomes a true issue. One day, he could be bigger than me, much bigger, and I will have to outwit this sharp-tongued idiot. I shall enjoy this, and I can only hope I make him regret coming here.
shut your dirty, dirty mouth
female - 0 - sans addiction - without a soul - blood of night and dread of asteraia