Time to welcome the devil's spawn

It seemed she could never find peace in this damn place. Everywhere she turned she was constantly running into wolves. Then again, she had chosen to come to this place, for what reason she still couldn?t understand herself, so there was really no use for her to complain about it. She should have expected that a place as huge as Alacritis, with its various packs, would be home to more than its share of wolves. She was fooling herself if she thought there was at least one place that she could retire to where she wouldn?t run into anyone. That was simply wishful thinking.


Despite her hostile behavior towards him, the stranger didn?t seem fazed. His expression was neutral, giving away no hint that he was afraid of what this she-wolf was capable of doing. Perhaps he just had a good poker face or really just wasn?t afraid. That was odd for Destruction. Anyone who saw her always feared her. She wasn?t a thing of beauty to look at; she was a killing machine. And yet he stood there calmly, talking to her as if there was no chance at all that she could lunge at him any minute and rip his throat out. He was either really brave for confronting the russet stained wench, or really stupid. She supposed she would never find out. Not that she cared to anyway.


Audits rotated forward to attention, catching the ivory male?s words as he spoke, explaining himself as just a random passerby. Well, seems like he was good at stating the obvious. Maybe there was hope after all for the idiots of the world. She spoke nothing for the moment, sensing that he was going to continue as he circled around her den of thorns, his voice continuing to assault her ears he spoke, his gaze lowering to the ground as he attempted to keep a respectful distance while trying to calm her down. So, he wasn?t as stupid as she?d thought. Maybe some wolves were actually smart and managed to keep their wits about them like this male here. Lips curled back over her dentures, making them disappear once again, audits rotating forward, not relaxed, just alert. Her outward appearance settled but on the inside she remained tense, ready to rip his throat out the moment he gave her reason to.


A soft yipping from behind her caught her attention. Dillion was trying to get to his mother?s soft belly, the moist earth not to his liking. Figuring she could easily defend herself and the young boy from her vantage point, Destruction rose, padding back farther into her nest of thorns, coming to sit behind Dillion, using one massive paw to gently guide him towards her, nestling him against her haunches. He crawled up against her hind paws, curling into a tiny black and russet stained ball, promptly falling asleep between her legs. Once he was settled she turned her attention back to the brute, her demeanor a bit more settled, jaws unhinging slowly as she spoke. How can I trust you mean me no harm if I don?t even know your name? Something was happening to the hardened killer. Her drive to kill and feel the blood of her opponent slide down her throat was minimizing, diminishing, becoming something of lesser importance. Was this what motherhood did to a she-wolf like her? She supposed she would figure it out eventually. Ivory, crimson ringed gaze was focused on the alabaster, emerald/violet eyed knight, awaiting a response of one was to come.


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