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Post by Ghost on Jun 1, 2015 20:37:16 GMT -6
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Thank you
The Large Demon Hearted male stalked along the rocky terrain. His pads worn rubbed roughly against the hardened earth, and his claw made scraps along the ground. He tossed his head wildly back as the wind carried the scent of another he snapped around and let out a threatening snarl as the approaching wolf seemed to be close enough to get under his skin close enough to give the impression that he had been followed.
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Post by Painne on Jun 1, 2015 22:36:29 GMT -6
Randomly running at obviously bigger wolves had never proved to work well in her favor, and it wasn't like she wanted to purposely brush aside Alpha Major's advice and do her own thing. And so, she decided to play it more... stealthily. And when Painne picked up the scent of another wolf, from what she assumed was in no Pack at first thought, she was drawn by curiosity and boldness to follow. And she certainly got far enough to a point where she wondered if this wolf was too dumb to scent her or just waiting for his moment. And just after thinking that, he suddenly whirled around and snarled in her direction. Crow-breath! Painne growled to herself, fighting every urge to run out there and shove the much bigger wolf into the sand. In her imagination, everything played out well. She'd leap and aim for his eyes, plucking one from it's socket with ease and blinding the other, before violently attacking the male wolf in the way a Shadow Dweller would and making him flee to the hills-or killing him. She was sure her mentor, Killer, would go with the second option rather than mercy, and she certainly had to make a lasting impression with her Packmates. But, in the midst of her imagination, she fully realized just how farfetched that outcome was. Her, a black-and-brown tufted apprentice, versus the glaring thorn-toothed wolf ahead of her. Painne 0, mean wolf 1.
But her pride was too strong to run off now, and she was too cautious to risk battle. So, without any inch of fear, for she really felt none at all, Painne joined the male into his line of sight, though her fur was bristling along her spine and teeth were beginning to bare threateningly. "It's not very nice to snarl at others," she muttered, drawing her claws along the ground where his own marks were, noticing how his were slightly bigger than her own. That didn't faze her, though.
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Yo 
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Post by Ghost on Jun 2, 2015 10:06:17 GMT -6
He had picked her out of the foliage As she knew she had been caught she seemed to stiffen and seemed to think every thing over as she then finally after hiding for long enough he gave a twisted smile He could read her very poorly hidden thoughts, she new she would not win a fight she seemed tense and timid and finally her pride won out and she attempted to look threatening but we all know who was going to win and if not lets give a hint he bared his fangs and with a stone clawing motion he snapped "Its not very Nice to fallow others" he was ticked he had know she had been following him but he did not know how long she was to continue with it.
He stepped forward threateningly it was no bluff he did not mind the color of red against the stone grey out crop. He was now with in striking range he was going to let her talk if she gave him a reason at all not to finish her it might just save her. With out a moments hesitation he snapped his jaws and snarled "Young Fool why don't you run back to the safety of your shadows, you are a pathetic ecuse of a Shadow Dweller" he gave a wicked smile and his eyes sparked with blood lust "Come back when you prove to be more competition and not a game" with that he boldly closed the gap they were mere inches apart and his rancid breath hot and disgusting played on the air.
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Hello, maybe we could meet under happier circumstances next time
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Post by Painne on Jun 2, 2015 10:18:29 GMT -6
Ew. That was her first thought when he drew closer, blowing disgusting smells from his breath onto her face. She wasn't scared of him-he wasn't that intimidating when it came to others, and even then she wasn't afraid. Fear wasn't really a word to describe her feelings, and she wasn't sure how she got that emotion out of her system, but thank the clouds she had it done. With a slight tilt of her head and a spark of anger in her green eye, Painne blew back his breath and then frowned. "Are you suppose to be scary?" After a moment, she realized she already knew the answer to that question, and she laughed at her own oblivious act. "Look, mean wolf, I hate to break it to you... but I don't like you. No offense taken I hope?" Though she was itching to snarl and spit in his face, many failed attempts at doing so without gaining any advantage won her over and using a more calm tone. And, perhaps, rude. Yet her fury would limit how well she played this out. And her pride wouldn't let her back down, either. Not that she minded, of course.
But thinking about it more, she began to hate this male wolf more and more. Why did everyone think she was weak because she was smaller than them?! Without even giving her a chance at any power? No one respected her, and maybe it had to do a bit with her quick tongue and foul words-though she quickly brushed that reason aside-but really, not even one wolf considered her at least acceptable as an equal. Not even an equal. She wasn't weak... certainly a lot more skilled that most wolves her age... but her size seemed to cloud the judgement of others.
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I'm all for a more friendly chat. :3
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