I Walk Alone...
06-19-2013, 10:44 PM
Squall snorted, sizing up the gray pup before him. Though they were roughly the same age, that didn't matter to him. He had spent too much time hardening himself physically, mentally, and emotionally. He held no ties to nothing, no bonds shared with anyone. Not anymore...not since she disappeared. His feature always bore the same hard lines for the past years. He couldn't even remember the last time he smiled, yet this brute amused him. Of course it was a threat, be it sarcastic, serious, or any other shape or form. He didn't joke. He didn't know HOW to joke. He didn't even know what it felt like to be compassionate anymore. The Loner bored his gaze into the eyes of the stranger. He smelled like pack wolf. He didn't have the scent of a loner, no. He belonged somewhere. Unlike himself, the tri-colored male belonged nowhere. He had no home, no family, no pack, nothing. He simply wandered around, challenging those who challenged him. Defaming those who simply couldn't compete...and this would be the next target. The male had decided to question him instead of heeding his warning. Fair enough, he was game enough for it. Never did he back down from a challenge, and this wouldn't be the first. Stalking closer, he held his head at mid chest. Audits parallel to his skull as he made a half circle towards him. "Do I look like the joking type?"He replied in a low tone neither vicious nor humorous but more of a monotone. He sensed a fight would happen, and soon. He would not be the one to back down. He watched the other male tense his muscles, and underneath his own pelt, Squall flexed his own. Muscle and sinew pulsed under his hide, itching for a fight. He would show this whelp who was boss in this barren landscape. Nostrils flared as the scent of blood and tensity thickened the air around him. He waited, slowly closing in. Speech, |
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