The world's a gun
07-22-2016, 12:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-22-2016, 01:04 AM by Xephyris.)
It felt like a lifetime, but the man was patient, and at last someone would answer his call. He saw the ivory figure appear in the distance, and with an eager swish of his bushy tail, Xephyris would wait for his challenger to approach. When the moving figure came into focus, it became more and more familiar, and the gray-coated male was surprised to recognize the brute that approached him. But as Enigma came closer, it was was becoming apparent that he was not here to reminisce, nor even just for a friendly brawl. He looked like he had a bone to pick and Xephyris would not budge as the male came close. His tail swished into the air, taking a dominant stance in front of his ex-packmate as Enigma addressed him. Silver eyes flashed a cold fury as the other man spoke, a low growl starting in the depth of his chest, like the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance. A forepaw lifted, and Xephyris took a step forward, steadily meeting the alter's angry amber gaze. "And where exactly have you been all this time?" he retorted calmly, yet his demeanor was almost eerie, "Boy, you don't want me as your enemy... but go ahead, make your choice." As he finished speaking his muzzle wrinkled, lips curling back to reveal stained fangs. Xephyris was unsure of what had happened to Enigma and the rest of his family since Hellstrom had been taken down... but if the ivory-coated brute had come to settle some sort of score, he was more than ready to accept that challenge. |
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