Crash and BURN
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This was getting really pitiful. She stared at Mercy as she commented about not guarding her borders, and the alphess scoffed. "Most who come to the borders don't hide like a child!" She spat. She didn't have to explain anything to Mercy or try to justify herself. She knew exactly the kind of game Mercy was trying to play, and the alphess would have none of it. Then Mercy would go as far as to make her members seem like they weren't doing their jobs. But the mention of her pups made a growl rise from her and she took a step towards Mercy, teeth bared. "You know nothing about respect! You dare make a threat on my children and disrespect me and my pack?" Clearly, that's what she was doing. And yet, when Avalon had been in Imperium for that short time, she didn't see much of Mercy patrolling. So who was she to talk?
And then, she'd gotten the satisfaction of seeing Mercy flinch as her words hit home. Good. That was what Avalon wanted. But then Mercy lashed back, and Avalon grew livid! Clearly Mercy had been told some things, and she knew exactly who had talked just by what Mercy was saying. The only one she knew who had the most hatred for the traitor she was harboring was Lykos. That was it. She was tired of being walked on. And now, it seemed that Lykos had been lying and acting this entire time! It saddened her inside, the fact that she now felt she couldn't even trust her own son! "I see you've been talking to someone that lives here. Thank you for that information. How does it feel to be a rat?" Her voice had turned icy, her entire demeanor seemingly changed from amusement to an icy calm. Perhaps...a little too calm.
"I looked up to you at one point. And why that was is beyond me. You're nothing but a sour, pathetic, brooding bitch who does nothing but bully others for her own enjoyment. But as long as you have an admirer, someone who idolizes you and wants to be like you, then what does it matter right?" Yes. She knew Lykos adored Mercy too. It was obvious when they were in Imperium, and even now when Mercy pretty much sang like a canary about it. Well, if Lykos thought he was so much better then everyone else and had the same twisted mind like this woman, then why the fuck was he still the heir? Obviously I made the wrong choice. At least I know now that he takes after his father!
Not once did her gaze waver nor stray from Mercy's, though she was holding herself rather well for this kind of confrontation. Even when Mercy continued to drool (like a loser) and grow angrier. "I respect Valentine. You, on the other hand don't deserve respect the amount of a grain of dirt. You haven't earned it! Valentine lost his pack due to something beyond his control. Not from lack of strength. Nobody tore it out from under him." Her lips curled back, fiery amber gaze finding the light she desired for so long. "I've no reason to prove anything to you! And if he feels the same way, then you've both got another thing coming!" She was referring to her son at the last part. Though she wanted to be in denial about it, Lykos had been the only one going around playing detective on Vereux. She had said she would handle it, and she would! So if he also felt her unfit to be an alpha, then he was unfit to be the heir.
No longer would she stand by and allow someone to talk to her like that. No longer would she stand by as they all laughed at her. If they thought her such a bad leader, then they would quickly find out what she was capable of.
The alphess would fall into her fighters stance then, hackles raised along her spine, thick fur making her appear much more larger then she already was. Her head lowered to align with her spine, tail flagging out for balance as it too fell in sync with her body. Her ears pinned tightly to her skull, and her lips peeled back to reveal her own set of fangs. Her face scrunched up, making the alphess appear fiercer then she was sure she ever looked as well as to make it harder for the white bitch to get a grip on her face. Her eyes narrowed to fiery slits, head pulling back slightly to roll the layers of fat and fur on her scruff. Her chin tucked over her throat, shoulders rolling forward to further protect her neck as well. Legs widened to hip and shoulder width apart, knees and elbows bending for more fluid movement. Lastly, toes splayed across the ground and claws bit the earth for traction, weight distributed evenly across all four limbs.
Now, it was time to pimp slap this bitch! The close proximity and face to face direction of the pair would hopefully help Avalon in launching a surprise attack on Mercy. After all, last time Mercy had seen her, she was more of the innocent and meek type. Now though, she was a wolf full of ferocity who would not let someone take advantage anymore. Was this what Valentine had seen in her? Was this the potential he had mentioned? Either way, win or lose, she would show Mercy that she was a different wolf playing a whole different ball game.
Avalon would move quickly in an explosion of mud and debris, a fierce snarl ripping from her throat as she launched herself at Mercy. She wanted to try and smash into the woman head on, and being just slightly taller then the cocky female, she would try to use that little bit of leverage. Left shoulder jutted forward as she aimed to slam it into Mercy's throat like a javelin in an attempt to choke her and drive the breath from her lungs. Simultaneously, she (Avalon) aimed to slam the whole of her wide chest straight into Mercy's chest as well, an attempt to further wind her, bruise her, and potentially knock her back.
Next, she would tilt her head slightly to the left. Jaws gaping open as she sought to bite down on the left side of Mercy's face. Top fangs sought to bury themselves an inch or so below Mercy's ear, while bottom fangs sought purchase just beneath her jaw line. Avalon wanted to attain a solid grip, to gain control of Mercy's head if not give her some new scars to remember her by. As she strove to do this, she would then lift her right forepaw and attempt to slam it down on Mercy's left forepaw. Her goal was to try and crush her inner toes, an attempt to break them and pin her down. Avalon's weight would redistribute to her other grounded legs, body tensing to keep herself from being knocked over. If Mercy thought she could get away with that mouth of hers, she was wrong.
She would not play nice today. |
