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Post by cerkowah on Nov 13, 2017 3:39:42 GMT
> Silver < Silver glanced up at the sound of a strange voice, his ears at attention. He tilted his head to the side as the creature revealed himself. He was massive, definitely all wolf, and Silver shrugged his shoulders. " Shouldn't have been hiding in the bushes then" he muttered, his brown eyes glittering with slight defiance. Flies buzzed around his head and he flicked his ear, his tail wagging slowly in slight anticipation. If it came to a fight, silver knew he had bulk on his side. Wolves did not share his massive jaw, and were unused to his rather strange fighting technique. Because of how slow he was, Silver's only real weapon was his relentless bite. He could latch onto a creatures throat and hang there for hours if necessary, slowly strangling them while they where unable to tear him off. Even if they did manage to pull him off, he would bring a chunk of their flesh with him. Licking his lips at the thought, he watched the wolf closely, ensuring he did not go to close to Naomi. The bulky dog's nose twitched with irritation, but he simply lapped up some more water, seemingly ignoring the other male's harsh comments. He was not one to be fazed by petty insults, as he had learned that fangs hurt a lot more. At Naomi's words he glanced up at her, brown eyes sparkling with reassurance as he noticed her discomfort. He wanted her to know that only one male here was interested in her, and he leaned back, scratching his ear with his hind leg casually. Pressing his floppy ears back, the male turned his massive head towards the male, Wicked. Very appropriate. " Perhaps I'm not interested in females" he grumbled, standing up slowly, his legs slightly sore from the long walk, " Perhaps I'm not interested in anyone." He had noticed the shared distaste at his saliva, and he resisted the urge to smirk. Wolves and wolfdogs were all so prissy, everything about them had to be neat and perfect. Frankly, he did not understand the attitude. They both were probably boiling as well, but he had been the only one to actually go into the water. Not only that, but the mud was a good bug repellent, and he rolled over onto his back to coat his entire body in it. The soft dirt was heaven on his warm pelt and he sighed with pleasure, finally standing as thick mud dripped off of him. Padding out of the water, he paused when he heard Naomi's whispered comment. He gave Wicked a cold stare, his lip curling into a silent snarl. " Don't worry Naomi, he won't lay a paw on you" he promised, standing next to her and giving her a gentle smile. His drool had lessened now as he was no longer dehydrated but, out of respect, he kept his head a good distance away from her. She was pretty, he had to admit that, but he had no desire to even properly talk to her, let alone mate. Flexing his paws with agitation, he side-eyed Wicked again, making sure the male kept a respectful distance. authgrim Braveheart ♥ mocha |
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Post by authgrim on Nov 13, 2017 4:34:21 GMT
 KRINNAG actions speach thoughts The wolf twitched his ears when the cocky two-toned dog spoke, "call me Wicked, Naomi. And definitely, don't consider yourself a stranger." The wolf had to roll his eyes at this, inwardly. He didn't understand the urge that this dog felt to continually flirt with a bitch who was clearly not interested in him. Did he think that a few words would give her a change of heart? The wolf doubted this, and beyond that, he did not understand the desire to mate - it was what one did for duty, and for procreation. Not for pleasure. Where was the pleasure in such a thing? "Nice to meet you. Nice to meet both of you." He heard the she-dog say, after having dodged the very globs of spit that had found the wolf's own paw. He was not the only one slightly disgusted by the sight. The resulting banter was tuned out, as the wolf found himself staring at a portion of the sand that was shifting. He knew, logically, that it was just where it had been disturbed from being stepped upon, but he couldn't get the obsessive idea that entered his mind to go and leave him be. An unseen foe had stepped there, and their paw was still there. He was unsure as to how they were invisible, but he knew that they were there and that they were surveying the situation much like he himself had been doing since the others had stumbled upon the stagnant pool. He felt his hackles rise, and a growl pressured to form within his throat. He swallowed it, not wanting to give himself away just yet. He knew, he just knew, that if he did something would happen. A fight would ensue with a foe that he could not see, and if he could not see how could he hope to sink his teeth into their fur, and thrash them? How could he hope to overpower them, or feel bone beneath his teeth bend, and break? He wouldn't he knew if he could not see them and this notion particularly disturbed him. HIs entire frame tensed, and something within him told him that he would have to throw his body forward and simply go at the invisible foe in a blitzkrieg manner. A softer voice drew him from his own thoughts, as the female retorted both males with an "I'm not interested in you. Or anyone else here for that matter." He had recalled that tone from an earlier time, that calm tone, that almost sweet way of stating something that quietly warned that teeth were far sharper than any spoken word could ever hope to be. The wolf focused on her fully, until more movement within the situation drew his attention. The back and forth was almost overwhelming to him, and he felt himself slowly getting more and more annoyed, despite not having even truly entered the fray as of yet. He was tense, his frame trembling from it. He heard the 'pretty boy' speak, as he drew himself up to his full height after he'd spat at the frog-faced brute. "And you are..?" The wolf fixed him with a stare, that was neither friendly nor menacing, and was only a stare. Though, somewhere within the almost unsettling neutral affect that was presented was a quietly growled, yet completely unspoken shut the fuck up."Shouldn't have been hiding in the bushes then," these words drew the wolf's attention before he could fully decide if he wished to speak his name or not. He growled, "I was here first, you pig-faced fuck. If you can't smell another's piss from a mile away, then you're nose is good for far less than I assumed." He bared his teeth, as his growl continued on wordlessly for a second or two. "Best be wary, lest those fat jowls of yours fill my stomach." He paid no mind to the harshness of his words, and in that instance, it was blatantly obvious that his vulgarities and tone were his usual manner of being. The aura of anger and annoyance that floated about him were permanently soaked into his coat, and perhaps would forever be. His eyes shifted back towards the first brute that had spoken to him. "What's the importance of a name if you only care about what's between her legs? Wicked. That name doesn't suit. You're too transparent for such a moniker. But if you must damn well know, I was given the name Krinnag." He spat, as he lowered his head. His chest rumbled in a deep reverberation of sound as he stalked towards the water that the other male had polluted with his spit, and was now stirring into a muddy froth, and began to lap. His eyes flicked between the other three as he drank, angling himself to where his back, nor sides were to any of them. He had decided, if they wanted to take a bite, he'd damn well meet them tooth to tooth. "Don't worry Naomi, he won't lay a paw on you." Krinnag lifted his head, licking his lips. "Of ever the gallant one. Lady protector from the pig-faced fuck, and a delightfully hole-obsessed pretty-boy. My dear lady, what do you have to offer to this? Do you deserve some title as well? Or do you remain to try to stand so saintly, and pure?" The wolf asked, staring at all three of them his comments and questions honest, and oddly neutral despite their offensive and loaded nature. 923 words
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Post by Braveheart ♥ on Nov 17, 2017 6:33:21 GMT
So far, the conversation between the three predators didn't seem to be going in Wicked's favor. Maybe if it were just he and Naomi he'd have his way, but seeing how these two were just rubbing himself and each other raw, the mutt saw fit to drop his cause for Naomi's love. If they'd met on another day, at another time, on another day, perhaps their whirlwind romance could have been told as a different story, but today that story was to be unwritten. Even Naomi had confirmed this as her lips parted to speak, "You’re wasting your breath. I’m not interested in you. Or anyone else here for that matter." What a shame, really. What was life meant to be if it wasn't meant to be a short story of love, power and choice? Wicked would have no clue. He enjoyed his life as it was: a variety of spices in the flavors or love, lust, anger and sometimes even sadness. The wolf's harsh words struck Silver first as he said, "I was here first, you pig-faced duck. If you can't smell another's piss from a mile away, then you're nose is good for far less than I assumed." Though the brute was slightly caught off guard by the hostility of this stranger, he wasn't too dumb to recognize the wolf had probably been hiding in the bushes for a reason. Someone needed to run back to the den for a lesson in socialization from his mother. The wolf pestered on, "Best be wary, lest those fat jowls of yours fill my stomach." He'd also said something about another something Wicked had tuned out, though he'd understood the wolf's name to be Krinnag. Wicked's jaws parted in a yawn of slight nerves. "Assumptions are for children, perhaps that's something you should've learned by now. Even still, I think it'd be smart of you to take a look around you and realize you are the one outnumbered here, not the other way around." the mutt's lips spoke, though the words left a funny taste on his tongue. Was he defending the idiot jockstrap? He supposed he was. Too late now to turn back. "Best mind your tongue, flea."Wicked changed his tune as he shrugged at the female, his posture relaxing just as much as it could in the presence of two thorny males as he spoke to Naomi, "It's a shame, but I can respect when a beautiful lady like yourself may not be up for it." Wicked dropped his haunches to the hot, compact dirt. "Besides," he spoke, his eyes leveling with Naomi's own blue diamonds, "I'll be here if you change your mind." While the mutt knew this may make him seem desperate in the eyes of the testicles surrounding him, and even possibly Naomi, he knew the way he'd said it would be enough for any sane canine to understand his throat didn't burn with thirst for the female. Silver's sour tongue interrupted Wicked's gaze and drew his eyes to look at the grey mutt as he spoke of how he wasn't interested in Naomi, he wasn't interested in anyone. If Wicked had been human, he would have slowly clapped his hands with sarcasm, but since he wasn't the mutt simply yowled at him like a young pup would, his tone almost obnoxious as he said, " Congratulations to you! You're such a big boy." Silver's eyes read pure hatred and repulsion for Wicked, but the husky's eyes matched that glare with their own poison as the mutt said to Naomi Wick wouldn't lay a paw on her. Wick's eyes rolled at the comment, but he ultimately chose to ignore it as he clearly wasn't. While he was a foul smelling idiot, he did speak the truth even as it was meant to hurt Wicked, which it hadn't succeeded in. Once again the wolf's words cut through the conversation like a sharp knife, drawing the husky's attention to his speech as he spoke it, "Of ever the gallant one. Lady protector from the pig-faced duck, and a delightfully hole-obsessed pretty-boy. My dear lady, what do you have to offer to this? Do you deserve some title as well? Or do you remain to try to stand so saintly, and pure?"He almost couldn't take the righteous, stuck up tone of this hole-dweller. Wicked rolled his eyes once more, his upper lip twitching ever so slightly with aggravation. The mutt honestly wasn't too sure of what to say if he should say anything at all. Should he leave the female to defend herself or should he step in for her and risk the backlash of a fully unleashed monster? While Wicked knew very little of Naomi, he wasn't sure he could sit by and just watch the wolf pick on her. Only the weak put down those weaker than themselves. The huskies' stature broadened and stiffened with tension as he stood and stepped toward the wolf. At a risk of a fight, the mutt had to say something. If worse came to worse and no one would come to his side in the face of death, there was no shame in knowing your limits and tucking your tail and running. "She may have a title of her own, but no one's offers more than your own: a bitter, sour, ugly fox-faced rat who can't feel superior without throwing those around him down a notch. What, did your mommy not compliment you enough? Well here's a compliment for you: keep doing what you're doing and you'll always succeed in being just that which you are: a lonely rat forever looking for companionship and never finding it because of the rotten poison the drips from your tongue."Notes I'm so sorry this is late! Also, sorry if this is a bit choppy in places. © BRAVE 2017 speech |
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Post by mocha on Nov 18, 2017 2:38:30 GMT
The stranger’s immediate hostility only made Naomi feel more uncomfortable. While the meeting between the canines already wasn’t going well, this wolf only added to the flame. It was discouraging, especially since a part of her had hoped that he’d come to ease the strain of their interaction. She was sadly mistaken, and she only wished he’d never come out from his cover in the bushes.
In an attempt to relieve herself from her discomfort, she tried to tune out the words of the testy wolf. When Wicked spoke to her, she found herself all too invested in what he had to say, happy to have someone else speak even if it was him. The male’s relaxed posture made her relax too, the empath in her reveling in the vibes he was putting out. “Unfortunately for you, I won’t be changing my mind,” she replied, her tone a bit more light-hearted than it was when she spoke to him before. “I hope that isn’t your only interest with me, though,” she added, the faintest sliver of a smile playing on her lips. Her impression of him was changing, yes, but it wouldn’t change much if he decided he wanted nothing to do with her just because she didn’t desire what was between his legs. If that was all he wanted to interact with her for, then he was missing out on a good friendship.
The stocky male offered her his protection, at which she immediately let out a grateful sigh. At least she knew one male here was on her side. She would like to think she didn’t need the protection, which she wouldn’t against just one male, but even she wasn’t stubborn enough to believe she stood a chance against three or even two brutes. Who was she to deny a polite stranger’s protection anyway? “I appreciate it,” she replied, already warming up to the dog who originally seemed the most grumpy of the group. Now, the most ill-tempered canine seemed to be the wolf.
Saintly. Pure. Were those supposed to be insults? She wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t surprised at the labels offered to her. She wasn’t interested in intimacy with anyone until she formed an emotional bond with them. It was just the way she was and she couldn’t help it, but she did expect to get labels such as “prude,” “puritan,” or “goody-goody” because of it. She felt no need to defend herself or offer him a better title for herself. She figured that no matter what reply she fed him, he would spit a title back at her based on whatever it was she said. 'What title should we give you?’ was what she wanted to ask him, but she held her tongue. The thought of arguing with someone made her feel tired, so she decided to avoid it as much as she could.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Wicked shift, his posture stiffening in accordance with Krinnag’s harsh words. Her insecurities told her that he was about to side with the wolf, that he was going to turn around and agree with him. It was a discouraging thought, but she readied herself for the situation nonetheless. To her surprise, he directed his attention towards Krinnag, stepping forward to defend her against the crabby male. Naomi was taken aback by this, as she hadn’t pegged him as a particularly gallant dog, but there he was taking a stand for her. He’d proved her initial impression of him wrong, and she wondered if there was more to his personality than what met the eye. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad either. In fact, she found herself wanting to be friends with him, and with Silver too. In any other situation, perhaps when it was just her and one of them individually, they would get along well. The only one that she felt hesitant about was Krinnag. He was a bit too hostile for her taste, but she decided to reserve judgement this time, something she should have done with the other two males. Should Wicked have trouble with him, she decided she would have his back. How could she not after he stood up for her?
Their boyish bickering made her feel impatient and emotionally tired. All she wanted was a simple, quiet evening composed of desert swims and lighthearted banter. She mused on the idea that in an alternate reality, they’d all get along, romping through the pond and laughing at nonsense. It was a nice thought, but it unfortunately wasn’t her reality. Tired of the tension in the air, she trotted to the pond’s edge without uttering a word. She dipped her head to get a drink and as soon as her tongue took in the first scoop of water, she realized she was far more parched than she thought she was. The girl lapped at the water for what felt like an eternity. When she finally stopped, she stepped into the water. The slush of sand beneath her paws was a foreign feeling compared to the river pebbles she was used to, but it wasn’t uncomfortable.
The water cooled her, soothed her. She took a pause to look up at the sky, still slightly overcast, but appealing nonetheless. It seemed to stretch endlessly over the landscape, free from the covering that came with tall trees and obtrusive foliage. Her gaze flickered to the water as she became transfixed on the ripples that radiated from her body. She realized that her actions would probably come across as odd, maybe even a bit peculiar considering the circumstances, but she needed to feel relief from the cutting tension. She wanted to say something to break the ice, she wanted to ease the tension and spend the rest of the evening in good company. “I think we’ve all gotten off on the wrong foot,” she thought aloud, turning to look at the canines behind her. Despite her gentle, defeated tone, she felt that her words would have little effect on the group. There was no harm in trying, but she suspected that the hostility was far from over.
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Post by cerkowah on Nov 18, 2017 3:37:29 GMT
> Silver < Silver watched the wolf closely, taking a seat on the side of the pond a respectful distance from the other canines. While his face did not show it, he found this wold quite amusing. While his anger bubbled under the surface, he kept the facade of a calm, albeit slightly grumpy, ' pig-faced fuck.' His brown eyes looked the wolf over slowly, analyzing his body posture, the muscle rippling under his flesh, and the almost insane eyes sparkling in the wolf's skinny head. It was always a wonder to Silver that most canines lived with heads that small. How did they bite things? There was no strength in those pathetic muzzles and Silver really did not see the appeal. ' You'll see how useful my snout is when I'm hanging from you're throat,' was Silver's initial reactions to the insults, but he decided that would be counter-productive, and he did not want to make this lady dog any more uncomfortable. " Clearly you have never met a pig, as being compared to one is quite the compliment" he stated instead, scratching the back of his ear with a hind paw. " They are one of the most intelligent creatures, with the strength to boot. They are both brain and brawn in every sense of the word." He gave Krinnag a slightly condescending smile, his large teeth flashing behind his jowls. Blinking in surprise at Wicked's words, he watched the dog closely. Perhaps he had misjudged this mutt's character, but Silver still was not sure. The wolf looking dog was likely acting this way in an attempt to impress the female, regardless of his words. However, Silver would rescind his previous judgement, his floppy ears pressed back. " All you wolves or wolf-dogs, whatever the hell you are. You think you're so above it all, that you're the only 'proper' canines. It is really quite amusing. You belittle those that look different, content with your conformity. How sad." He glanced over at Naomi as she sunk into the water. " Except you it seems, you seem far less pretentious than these males with their over-inflated egos." It really was pathetic, these two canines throwing insults at him. None of which were at his character, they were all at his ` disgusting, pig-like appearance.' Could they not come up with better insults? The tension in the air was thick, but Silver forced his hackles to remain flat, fully aware that he was outnumbered by the other two. He watched Naomi as she waded through the water, his ears perking up at her words. With a deep sigh he nodded his head. " I agree with Naomi, who seems to be the only logical one here, that perhaps we should start again." Looking over at Krinnag he curled his lip, " And you should watch your tongue, while I do not wish to fight, I can and will if you force me." Braveheart ♥ mocha authgrim Sorry for the kinda short reply, I haven't been feeling great lately. Hope it's enough! Also, I love these guy's dynamic so much, they're all so protective~ |
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Post by authgrim on Nov 19, 2017 3:25:22 GMT
KRINNAG actions speach thoughts Krinnag turned his eyes towards the two-toned brute, narrowing them slightly as he retorted: "Assumptions are for children, perhaps that's something you should've learned by now. Even still, I think it'd be smart of you to take a look around you and realize you are the one outnumbered here, not the other way around." Krinnag tilted his head to the side, staring at the other with a relatively blank expression, there was no hint of what he was actually thinking - and he was indeed thinking despite the nothingness that touched his features. The other had spoken back to him? He had actually spoken back, and thrown the snippety way right back at him. Krinnag felt a strange urge to bowl the other over, and wrestle him. Although this notion was not one of aggression, and rather in his mind, it equated to something akin to happiness. A raucous hack of a laugh came from the massive brute. He knew full well that the other had meant it fully to offend him, to somehow disarm his barbed tongue, to sedate his harsh nature, perhaps to push him somewhere into submission. Krinnag though enjoyed this manner of speaking - to him, it meant camaraderie, as it had been how he and his guard had been towards each other. If they could rip each other apart with words and teeth, well then that was a good night, especially if they went to sleep with full stomachs and bloodied ears. That was ideal, and even though the idea of combat tormented Krinnag, he wanted it back - he knew that he could function in that situation. He knew the logic, he knew the methods to the absolute madness, the stress kept him focused and he never lacked for something to work for whether it be actively hunting, or training to hone his skills. "Best mind your tongue, flea." He had failed to stop laughing, even by this point. "Assumptions make an ass of you and me. But it's all fine, assumptions save your fur - bite first, ask questions later, the pack would say, all for the alpha. Outnumbered? Oh-ho-ho. Prettyboy thinks he knows, yes? No, he doesn't. War's a bitch sweeter than any other, even more so when you've got five or six fucks trying to rip your throat out at once. I wasn't the alpha's guard for nothing, I proved myself - use your eyes and recognize war upon a face, see the wasteland it creates, but see what blood waters in terms of growth." He meandered in a rather disorganized fashion, speaking with a vagueness that at least to him made perfect sense. 'Accept me, I will not hurt, I'm not the enemy here,' he thought. He did not know where the enemy was, but it was not these dogs - how could something so fragile be a cause of worry for him? Of course, he had run from squirrels earlier, so perhaps... No, no-no. He had to hush those thoughts before he truly began suspecting them. "Clearly you have never met a pig, as being compared to one is quite the compliment. They are one of the most intelligent creatures with the strength to boot. They are both brain and brawn in every sense of the word." The short-snouted one spoke this time. Krinnag looked towards him and ticked his head a slight degree to the side. "Pig may be smart, yes, but they squeal all the same. Pigs are easy food, good food. Lots of fat from all their rooting. Boars are the ones to fear; they've got tusks and tempers, and love a good charge. I say come straight to my teeth, because boar or pig, their blood be just as sweet, and feeds many hungry mouths." He chuckled, the sound a cold one, but there was little hostility within it. "I've made bigger boars my mount. I may be old now, but don't underestimate training." Only there was a threat, but a light one, one that to Krinnag was relatively playful. He knew that in actuality, they all probably had a certain distaste for him. He was aware that his foul mouth and even fouler disposition wasn't pleasant to the average canine, and took a very particular type of individual to enjoy. Still though, despite the paranoia, he kept having to push back, despite the feeling of anxiety that he was struggling to keep from gripping his heart, he was enjoying the interaction. Most canines were social creatures, and no matter what he told himself, or portrayed, Krinnag was also a social creature. He would take whatever his gruff nature would allow another to extend. 'I know you don't understand it. But I mean no real harm. How do I make you understand? I don't mean to make it tense.'He did cock his head though when they came to the she-dog's defense. 'Anything for a cunt, right?' He thought to himself, almost confused as to why they would take such offense to what he had said to her - had it not technically been something of a compliment? 'Over sensitive fucks, the lot.' His thoughts swirled between something pained and begging for attention that nature drove him to crave, and finding himself annoyed at the bunch of them. What should he care? He could just walk away, and leave them be and let the two duke it out for the she-dog's affections. But he didn't. He chose to stay, and despite the overwhelming knowledge that they all hated him, at least in his perception, he begged, pleaded almost in some quiet corner of his mind for them to understand and for them to realize that he was no danger to them, so long as they were no danger to him. And they weren't! "She may have a title of her own, but no one's offers more than your own: a bitter, sour, ugly fox-faced rat who can't feel superior without throwing those around him down a notch. What, did your mommy not compliment you enough? Well here's a compliment for you: keep doing what you're doing and you'll always succeed in being just that which you are: a lonely rat forever looking for companionship and never finding it because of the rotten poison the drips from your tongue." Krinnag blinked and shook his head. "I don't take down notches, not without teeth. If I wanted to put you in your place, you'd be on your back, and my teeth to your belly. But I have not, have I? Last I checked, you were there, I here, and none of your blood or fur on my teeth. If the lady spoke, she would remain the same. If you take offense, that's your own fault. If you can't take some gruffness, why socialize? I'm sure, pretty-boy, you've had a bitch turn you down harshly a time or two. Can't take your own feelings getting hurt? Am I wrong in my titles? If it soothes your wounds, I know I'm grouchy. It fucking happens when they deem you traitor, and when you turn tooth against your own alpha because he has become weak and old and frail." He paused to swallow, to control the flare of sudden anger that he felt, to rein in his words which had began to become spat out in a harsher tone than previously. "Mother was a whore, and while loved she be, I had no time for a whore's compliments - it's all they're good for. A soldier did not need compliments, if he did then he should go learn to nurse pups from his teat. A soldier's words are harsh, a traitor's harsher, but they don't mean ill unless you seek to see ill in them." Somewhere in his words, he was aware of the she-dog moving, going into the water. He moved, letting her have the stagnant pond while positioning himself again to where neither his back or sides were to any of them. "All you wolves or wolf-dogs, whatever the hell you are. You think you're so above it all, that you're the only 'proper' canines. It is really quite amusing. You belittle those that look different, content with your conformity. How sad. Except you, it seems, you seem far less pretentious than these males with their over-inflated egos." Krinnag had to snort at this - if the dog thought his comments meant elitism then he was mistaken. Crude jabs did not mean he thought himself better, only that he was pressing buttons - but, he knew that this was likely lost upon the others. After all, they couldn't read his own thoughts and knew nothing of his intentions. Inflated ego? Hardly such. Krinnag knew he was ugly, and knew he was broken. But such his life had led him to be - there was no beauty in a shattered mind that couldn't make sense of anything but utter chaos. That the other thought that he portrayed as so confident though gave him a small note of confidence that he knew would falter as soon as he glimpsed a shadow that seemed to move like a breath or an ear twitching. "I think we've all gotten off on the wrong foot." He glanced at the she-dog when she spoke. His gaze twitched to the pig-dog. Krinnag listened to him, thinking mostly to himself that this particular dog was sticking his nose up too far the she-dog's ass - what was he trying to prove? What did he want from her, because surely one wouldn't agree with every whim and thought without some kind of an alternative motive? Surely... Right? He bared his fangs nastily as the last comment was directed at him. "Careful, pig-dog. I've fought fleas fiercer than you. I have no patience for a brown-nosing little snob. Think your own thoughts, rather than Saintly Lady's, and then maybe you will be worth a piss in your direction." He was quiet for a moment before he chuckled to himself. "And no, the fact that you're not wolf means very little to me. So the fact that you're not worth a hackle raised isn't because you lack wolf blood It's merely because you're fucking weak in my eyes."1709 words
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