Cold Gin In The Back Room [Fight Training?]
05-01-2017, 04:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-01-2017, 04:43 PM by Chaos.)
>Pausing in the act of prowling around the small clearing and arranging rocks and logs, Chaos glanced back at the young pack member thoughtfully. He didn't get serious very often anymore, falling back to his mother's time-honored tradition of joking and sarcasm rather than open up enough to be serious, but the kid had been one of the first to join up with his Crew. If anyone deserved his serious, it was the Crew who supported him. "Well, the short answer, the one that I'd tell other packs, is that it's fun, and the other packs need their noses tweaked. But the long answer, and the one you deserve to hear because you're one of the poor idiots who chose to put up with me, is this. Whether or not we are small, or not close knit yet, or any of that, I'll see us start the way I mean to go on as we do grow. You're a bit young to remember him, but my dad was an alpha way back, and there's no pack here now that comes even close to what Imperium was, and no alpha here who could ever hope to be his equal. Not even me - that's why I'm not even going to try to be like my dad. I have to do things my own way. But one thing I saw when he was alpha was the way other packs treated Imperium. They knew from the start just by hearing the name that we shouldn't be messed with, because Imperium had a reputation. If you don't have that, that reputation, you're just a target, because the other alphas, they'll cling to you and they'll use you until you're all used up. You let them get close, you say ok we're allies right, and they'll lick your paws and fawn over you and next thing you know you're doing all the hard work for them, hunting or fighting, because they don't have the balls to do it themselves and you let yourself play nice long enough for your own balls to shrivel up and fall off. You gotta set a hard boundary from the start and stick the line." Grunting a little, he used his hind legs to shove a big log into the space, surveyed it, then continued. "If we act big from the start, show our teeth a little and strut and piss on their borders, they're going to assume that we can back it up. Which," he added, leveling a look at her, "I have no doubts that we can, small or not. A wolf walks into your territory bold as brass and pees on a tree in the middle of your land, you might call their bluff if you're confident enough yourself and have the balls to chase them out. But if you're a clinger, a user, you might be cautious dealing with them. You might keep your distance from a pack with wolves ballsy enough to do shit like that, and by the time they realize how few of us there are and might think they can get away with bullshit, we won't be small anymore. So we show 'em, Valdis, we show 'em we're top dog here now and we don't take shit from anyone." |
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