A taste for blood
He then stood there with his limbs spread. Hunger deep in his stomach for an attacker. He made sure that he was prepared. After all it was do or die for him, though the dark minded male was more than ready to prove his worth. As his tail centered over to the side. He quietly waited.
Slaves can crash Shiloh's threads and he can crash into theirs.
Slaves: Spider(M)
While you lay howling in Hell
There was a need for aggression that just hadn't been met in the past months. She felt it like a fire burning deep in her gut, a silent rage that wormed its way around her heart and squeezed until she could not breathe. It had risen suddenly, this abysmal anger, and had no reason behind it other than the need for release. Maybe it was the child she had dealt with that had her in such a tiff, she couldn't be sure. Chernobyl set her broad paws in motion and allowed them free roam of their new home. She hadn't settled anywhere just yet, and she doubted she ever would, but there was still a mild shock when she found herself heading to the northern continent. Crossing the strangely varied lands, the woman came to a wide open pasture. The terrain was occasionally rocky, and the scent of blood hung in cloying clouds with the stillness of the air. The grass was brilliantly green and glistening water made her thirsty. She stopped and refreshed herself, stopping her drink short when someone let loose a challenging howl.
Her head snapped in the direction of the song, and she felt her tail curl and wave as it rose over her hips. Finally, she would get to release some of this tension and carry on with her life! Eagerly, the young terror made her way toward the challenging one. When she came upon the russet and blonde male, she halted a few yards away from him. Looking him over, she realized that she towered over him, even at her young age! Smirking as youthful cockiness filled her heart, she lashed her multi-colored tail and gave a playful-seeming bow. It was a mocking gesture, meant to belittle the male, implying that she would have to stoop down to make the fight fair. She stood seconds later, with a mischievous look in her hypnotic lavender gaze. Cher wanted to goad the male into coming for her, but she would go to him if she had to. Either way, this tension would be gone and she will learn something today!
"Chernobyl." "You." Think.
If it hadn’t been for the howl Spider was sure he would have never found Shiloh. He ran to him, tail waving in the air as he approached the larger male and brushed against him lovingly. “D-d-d-do y-y-you t-t-think a-a-anyone w-w-will come?” He asked, his ears pinning back in case he had spoken out of turn. As much as he feared Shiloh and what he was capable of he wanted to believe that the male was every bit the conqueror he said he was and that he would be protected and safe.
He hoped that the scent of the male he had crossed paths with had faded although he couldn’t say so with any certainty. Some part of him wondered just what Shiloh would do if he discovered that he’d had-what he considered- a very intimate brush with another male, that someone other than him had caressed the dappled male’s silky fur and held his body comfortingly. He wondered if he would be jealous, he was afraid that Shiloh would hurt him and just as afraid that he would hunt Alarik down and rip him to shreds. A more hopeful part of his mind wondered if he would passionately seal his claim on the smaller male, and at that Toad’s voice growled the word “Faggot” in his mind.
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