:: Narcias :: Adult :: Male :: Mateless :: Packless, for now ::

    Narcias was only able to catch a glance of a dark blur before he was knocked off his feet. The tremendous impact to his side wasn't enough to cause any serious injuries, but it definitely was enough to send him flying. He tumbled onto his side, the wind knocked out of him. But he didn't stay down for long. He rolled over onto his feet, albeit with a bit of a stumble. He pulled back his lips, revealing gleaming white fangs that were nearly as bright as his fur. And then he addressed the large wolf who had knocked him off his feet. At the brute's dangerous outburst, he tossed his head slightly, unimpressed. It took more than words to scare him. He ignored the brute's question, instead preferring to ask his own. He took up a calm, cheerful voice, as if patronizing the brute. "Aww, spoiling my fun before I've even started. That wasn't very nice. Didn't even give me a hint of your presence before so rudely attacking me." He coughed a bit before continuing. "Now, are you the Alpha here? Because you've severely ruined my day, and killing someone is a great stress-reliever" He let a hint of a growl undercut the words, and his yellow eyes locked onto the brutes own.

    Although he kept up quite the little attitude, inside he was cursing himself. He hadn't smelled the brute, nor had he heard any sign of him. How had this freak of a wolf caught him so stealthily? Had his own skills of perception fallen so far? No matter. If this brute wasn't, in fact, the Alpha, then perhaps he would turn this black wolf red. Set an example to the others.

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