Take a look at the one you're with

You stupid bitch. Lips curled back in a sneer, she never cared if she was called a nasty name, it had no affect on her, especially coming from her brother. He pushed into her, snarling, his frame quaking with barely suppressed fury. "Such petty words brother." Lyrics flowed freely from her jaws, spoken like velvet with a touch of amusement. She swung her hips away from him, turning slightly to face him a bit better. Crown tilted up to meet his gaze, coral eyes flaming. Lips twitched in a faint snarl, ears went flat against her skull defensively, her taunts would only test his resolve in not attacking her, which wouldn't last long. The red woman had backed away, giving the pair space, probably a good idea for when a fight broke out. It wasn't a matter of 'if', but 'when'. He was furious with her, and she loved it, but the moment his fangs connected with her skin in such a negative way she would unleash her hellion, reigning down on him in the same manner in which he wished. She knew what he was after. Her submission.

Her chin tucked slightly, protecting her throat. Beneath her pelt it was already marred with small scars from her brothers love bites, along with the back of her neck, but she also held scars from their more gruesome fights. Fight were the two snapped, ripping into each other out of fury and blood lust, craving the other others submission and blood. But each only ever walked away with one thing. The others blood staining their tongue and pelt. She would never submit to him. She had no reason to. He though he was a god on earth, walking around commanding everyone to bend to his will, expecting his woman to roll over and spread their legs to him. Bastard. It was the only thing she loved and hated so much about him.

Plume twitched at her hocks, eyes daring him to challenge her. Their fights usually ended in him fucking her,rage still seeping from his pores as he did so. "If you'll excuse us, we have some business to attend to." She took a step back, oculars locked on his, searching for the slightest of movements that would clue her into his attack. She knew him far to well to know that he would never let a woman slip from his grasp at the paws of his own sister. All hell would be unleashed. It was about time anyway that the two battled it out. Being surrounded by packs forced their killings to stop, or at least slow to an unpleasant rate, tension bubbled within her, and her heat did not help at all, only making her desperate for a man and his blood.